Enslaving the rival's daughter (Private for Nastya_diapee2.0 and Me)

[Pampered Pet]

Cold March winds blew around the remote estate of the O’Hara family. Built on generations of crime, the family’s wealth could afford not only a spacious mansion, but also the privacy of remoteness that was favourable for the sort of family business that the O’Haras sustained.

Tonight, on cold March 1^st 2114, that remoteness was going to prove fateful for the youngest of the O’Hara clan, young Hannah O’Hara, the beautiful teenager who had just officially turned 18 tonight and who was already the center of attention of any room she walked into. With her fierce red hair, the soft dusting of freckles on her cheeks, and the proud, firm yet bouncy C-cup breasts and bubbly bottom poking out from her petite frame, she was a sight to behold and a prize that many people wanted to possess. Despite all that attention, Hannah had maintained her virginity, as she had been brought up with strict catholic values and wanted to save herself for marriage. Of course, visiting a private catholic school for girls, she didn’t have many opportunities to lose her virginity or to meet a boyfriend, and she had certainly never partaken in any of the experimentation that went on between some of her fellow students. She was wholly and entirely innocent in every sense of the word. As Hannah was her father’s pride and joy, he had always shielded her from the life of crime that his family was involved in, allowing Hannah to grow up sheltered, innocent, and without any involvement in her family’s crime. Nonetheless, tonight it was going to be SHE who would pay for her father’s sin.

Hannah was currently in her room, having just said goodbye to the last of her guests who had celebrated her birthday with her. Well, her quasi-birthday. As a leap-year-baby, having been born on 29^th February 2096, she hadn’t had many ACTUAL birthdays. With the leap-day being skipped in 2100, she had only ever been able to celebrate 3 true birthdays, and if her father hadn’t been as influential as he was, she might have been mocked and bullied with that fact. As it was, she was merely teased as a “baby” and a “three-year-old” by her closest friends, and Hannah was too polite to say how much this annoyed and humiliated her. She furrowed her brow in adorable annoyance as she thought back to the many presents that she had been given today that had been wrapped in childish paper and looked like they had been aimed at an actual three-year-old. But with that exception, the party had been a delight, and Hannah was slightly abuzz with the little bit of drinking she had partaken in during the festivities.

Now that her guests were gone, she walked absent-mindedly through her room, her hand brushing over the shelves decorated with memorabilia carefully selected during the many holidays abroad that she had enjoyed with her family. Everything in this room was a reflection on her personality and interests. This room was her sanctuary, her safe haven, it was where she always felt protected even when she heard her parents argue outside. Here, she even felt safe from the suspicions she had about her father’s business – suspicions that she did not dare follow. The room was essentially an extension of herself, the white walls and furniture reflecting her own innocence. She had banished the colour pink entirely from her room and from her life, as she considered that to be babyish, and being already insecure in her adulthood due to her leap-year-status, she was always eager to stay away from any symbols of babyhood and childishness, instead decorating her room in the fashion of a young adult.

Lingering for a moment longer as she looked out through her large window, enjoying the serenity of her room as she glanced out over the dark gardens of the mansion, where she knew that her father’s bodyguards were currently patrolling, she finally drew the curtains shut and started to undress, planning to quickly hop into the shower before she went to bed.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

A 35-year-old woman dressed in a beautiful black leather dress, mesh seals gloves on her hands, and her fingers were adorned with many rings. On the legs are high black boots. Black hair streamed down her back. This is me Anastasia Capone or Mistress Nastya, as they treated me with respect.

I am the head of the most powerful and brutal Capone crime family. Everyone obeys me. I am cruel and merciless otherwise I would not have stood at the head of the clan.

My people informed me that Mr. O'Hara is going to argue with me for power.

I summoned the head of my security service and throw in a photo of the red-haired girl.

"She's his daughter. Today is her birthday. That's Steven. Take the top 5 your best people and bring her to me. I will personally wish her a happy birthday, and at the same time I will destroy all attempts by Mr. O'Hara from foolish steps." I say sternly and flashed my green eyes with a cold look.

The head of security nodded and soon a black van pulls up outside the O'Hara family mansion.
"Everything should go quietly and without problems. Mistress Nastya does not like punctures." said Mr Stephen and touched his scar, on his cheek with his hand. He and 5 other people dressed in black and in masks, armed with pistols with silencers. They sold the fence easily. They killed two guards with pistols before they could raise the guard. Two of them went through the front door, three through the balcony. On the way, destroying the remaining guards in the house. Everything went quietly and noiselessly. They went into a luxurious bedroom and heard the sound of a shower and hid...

Meanwhile, while my guys were following orders. I gave a new one.
I ordered to urgently equip the basement to make it look like a nursery.

After 3 hours, I went into the basement and smiled.

One side looked like a nursery but on the other hung various types of canes and whips.
"Well done. So I won't give you a punishment. It remains to wait for the guest." - I said with a smile

[Pampered Pet]

Unaware of the predatory danger awaiting me outside of the en-suite bathroom, I closed my eyes as I let the warm water pour over me, feeling it softly massage my face. I was careful to not allow the water to soak my hair, not wanting to spend half an hour drying it off before I could go to bed. My hand reached for the sponge and I exhaled with the softest of moans as the soft loofah brushed over the perky nipples on my firm yet supple breasts and down over my taut stomach towards the invitingly hairless mound of my womanhood. I suffered from a rare genetic disease that left me hairless from below the eyebrows. Though "suffering" was of course a strong word, considering that many women who spent hours on waxing or shaving their private area would have gladly gotten infected by this disease. But for me, a girl who desperately tried to cover any and all insecurities about her adulthood due to her birthday-situation, the fact that my virginal little pussy was as soft and clean and spotless - but most of all, hairless - as a baby's was a point of embarrassment.

I pushed those unwelcome thoughts out of my mind. As of today, I was officially an adult, and there was nothing that could change that!

I didn't take too long in the shower. Had I known that my bedroom sanctuary had been broken and that I was about to be taken, ripped from my life and condemned to a new life of degradation and torture, I might have stayed in the shower for much longer. I might even have put my discarded thong back on that now lay on the bottom of the bathroom floor, seeing that these might soon turn out to be the last pair of panties that I would ever wear. But not knowing any of that, I simply stepped out of the shower, releasing the pins that had kept my hair in place, letting it cascade over the uncovered alabaster skin of my shoulders as I wrapped myself in a thick, fluffy towel and stepped outside into my room.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

Stephen sees, how shower door open and gives a signal, and at the same moment 5 men grab the girl and press her to the floor. Stephen walks over and pulls the towel off Hannah's body.

He takes out a duct tape from his bosom and knocks off the girl's arms and legs.
He goes to the bathroom and finds the panties that Hannah took off while taking a shower. Hannah tries to hum, but Stephen slaps her in the face. "Sorry princess, but my mistress doesn't like noise." he said and tugged at Hannah's hair as she opened her mouth, Stephen filled it with worn panties and made a few turns with duct tape. Then he took out a syringe with a sedative from his pocket and injected into the girl's buttock.

The men bring a large duffel bag and put the tied Hanna in there.

As they drive back, Stephen writes a message and slaps a photo of the tied girl: "It's okay mistress. The gift is packed, your doll will be home soon."

Anastasia, meanwhile, was taking a bath and, after reading the message, smiled.
"Look forward to." she muttered and plunged headlong into the hot water.

[Pampered Pet]

I squealed and shrieked when I suddenly felt the strong, rough grip of my assailants on me. They had taken me completely by surprise, and had no trouble pinning me to the ground. Not that I, a petite barely-legal teenager, could do much to resist the unrelenting strength of 5 gorilla-like goons, even if I weren't paralyzed with shock. Before I could react, one of my assailants had already ripped away the flimsy protection of my towel, exposing my perfectly shaped body to the gaze of the five strong men.

When I finally found what little strength I had to fight back, I could only squirm and cry for help, but nothing I did prevented the men from tying my wrists and ankles together with duct-tape, and all my crying and screaming earned me was a rough slap to the face and a gag made of my own discarded panties. My eyes bulged in horror at the taste of my own pussy now spreading through my mouth as it was taped in place, unable to dislodge it. For a second, my struggles were reignited with new vigour, then I felt a sting in my firm buttcheek, and seconds later, I was out.

When I awoke, I was still bound inside the duffel bag. I could feel movement, as if I was in a car, but I was lying down - maybe in the trunk? I squirmed and squealed for help into my panty-gag, but my noises barely escaped the duffel-bag, let alone the trunk. More alarmingly, I felt a strange thickness around my crotch as I shifted. I looked down, but in the darkness I could not see. I had no idea that my captors had put every single last pair of panties and thongs that I owned onto me as per the Mistress' instructions. They had not diapered me yet - the Mistress was keeping that surprise for herself - but left her in the thick padding of various combined Victoria's Secret catalogues.

What was worse was that Hannah had awoken with a desperate need to pee. She shifted her thighs, trying to clamp down on her urethra, but she knew that she needed to get to a toilet within the next few minutes or... fresh tears welled in her eyes as she thought in horror about the notion of wetting herself.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

I hear noise outside my mansion. By then I am already dressed in a black robe and meet Stephen and his boys, who are carrying a large gym bag.

I see something dripping from it.
"We seem to be leaking. Bring dolly to her dollhouse." I say and order them to follow me.

We go down to the basement. The men unzip the bag and shake out of it a practically naked pretty girl, with a lot of wet panties on her. I bring in a long chain and attach one end to a loop attached to the floor and the other to the ankle, of my new doll.

"You two stay, others free." I nod to my guard, then I'm take the whips and waving it up to Hannah. I'muse a knife to cut the duct tape on her wrists and ankles and roughly rip the tape off her mouth.

"Welcome to your new home, Dolly. Dolly is your new name, and you will call me Mommy. Will I just say that once clearly?" she said severely and, for persuasiveness, did not slap her whip, on Hannah's thigh.

[Pampered Pet]

I had tried to hold onto my bladder for as long as I could. When I felt the bag that I was in being lifted, my bladder was actually hurting, and finally, I had to let go.

My cheeks burned crimson with shame as I felt my warm piss soaking through layer upon layer of cloth around my nethers, and could finally feel it spreading through the duffel bag underneath my bottom. I sobbed in despair at how low I had fallen, thinking that I had just hit rock bottom - but at that point, I had still assumed that this was a kidnapping for ransom.

Everything went so fast from that point. Suddenly, I felt the bag opened and I was dropped down onto the ground. I felt something happening to my ankle and heard the clanging of chains, causing me to shriek in terror, but my eyes were still adjusting to the sudden brightness. When I was finally able to see again, I saw a pastel pink room with the babyish furniture. I didn't have time to truly realize or linger on the fact that the furniture was big enough to fit an adult - especially a petite teenager like myself, as I gazed in shame at my crotch, were I now saw my fears confirmed: all my precious, delicate, expensive panties and thongs had been forced up my legs and were now soaked by my accident. I began to cry anew when my attention was finally drawn to the woman in front of me as she removed the duct-dape from my mouth.

Immediately, I spat out the thong that had been lodged in my mouth and stared in terror at her. I did not recognize her, but her sheer presence - in addition to the fact that I was almost naked at her feet - made me shudder in fear. I covered my breasts with my hands, and squished my thighs together to hide the wetness of my panties, shuddering at the warm dampness. Her words barely registered, but the slap to my thighs certainly did.

"OW!" I shrieked! "No! No please! Please! Help me! What are you doing? HEEEEEELP"

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

I bend over and grab Hannah by the cheeks. "SHUT UP!! Stop screaming. With happy birthday for you and I'm give gift your. This is you are now my toy and it depends on you how I will treat you," - I coldly say to her face. "Your body is all mine. You will never cover your breasts, because they are mine. You will always crawl, when I play with you and don’t even dare stand up. Now mommy's lesson, to reinforce what I said."

I get to my feet and nod to my boys. They put Hannah on her stomach and indulge in all her wet panties, leaving her naked ass for me.
I start spanking her ass with a whip and repeat after each blow: "You Dolly, I'm your Mommy. You will be obedient or you will suffer."

After 30 blows from Hannah's ass, it was very red and possible to light a cigarette.

"Okay. Now see this changing table? Crawl to it if you don't want to be completely naked here. For a week."

[Pampered Pet]

I screamed, first in shock when I was grabbed, then in protest, cursing the woman that was now bearing down on me, and then in terror as I felt the first swat of the spanking rain down on my ass.

"N-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I exlaim in sincere pain, although the degradation of the spanking is no less vicious than the phyical pain. "No! No please!" I beg, ready to collapse at any moment if the two strong bodyguards didn't hold me in place by grabbing onto my hair and limbs. I had heard of spankings by cultural osmosis of "Fifty Shades of Grey", although I had neither read the book nor seen the movie, considering even that harmless mommy-porn to be far too naughty for my taste, and since my father had never spanked me, I now felt myself subjected to the first spanking of my life. Yet, naked and exposed as I was, spanked and constantly reminded of what I was now supposed to be, the word "Dolly" did not fail to register, as my screaming turned into sobs with each new slap that battered down the barriers of my pride and resistance and turned my bottompink.

Again and again, I heard the name you had chosen for me in my head. Dolly. SPLATT! Dolly. SPLATT! I was a doll. SPLATT! A little dolly for you to play with. SPLATT! Destined to be turned into a doll on my 18th birthday. SPLATT! Again you spanked me and I tried to remind myself that my name was Hannah O'Hara. SPLATT! Another SPLATT! Hannah O'Hara! SPLATT! My name is Hannah O'Hara! SPLATT! You wanted me to be a doll! SPLATT! Dolly! SPLATT! My name is Dolly O'Hara! SPLATT! Dolly! SPLATT! 

When the spanking was finally over, I was on the verge of losing my mind as well as my name. Having screamed and cried until I was horse, all I had left now was sobs as my naked body shivered in despair and pain. I barely heard your words, and what I heard, my brain tried to block out. I saw the table you were referring to, and even though a thick knot of dread had already formed in the pit of my stomach at the sight of the pink babyish furniture, my mind was still trying to protect itself from the horrible implications of what this changing table would be used for.

All I could focus on was your threats. And the threat of being left naked for an entire week sounded more horrible than any alternative I could imagine - I was still too innocent and my mind was too battered to fully realize what would happen if I crawled to the table. I simply didn't WANT to realize it. Instead, I focused on what would happen if I didn't do as you told me right now, and so, defeatedly, sobbing and with a line of spittle running down my chin, mixing with my tears, I began to pull myself over to the dreadful piece of furniture, condemned to crawl and too weak to walk anyway.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

"Good girl. Finally began to understand my orders, but you still have many difficult lessons." I said, and once again slapped Hannah on her loose ass with a whip when I thought she was crawling too slowly. "Guys help Dolly."

The guards walk up and put Hannah on the changing table, then take out a pair of leather belts and tie Hannah to the changing table so she won't run away. A huge mirror is installed directly above the changing table. "And this is ... another surprise of mine. I want you to see everything that will happen to you."

"Okay. Now it's time to dress you up in the right clothes, dear Dolly." I said and showed Hannah a green plastic bag with diaper. They were real Pampers, but made to my order, enlarged to fit an adult, as well as wet wipes and baby powder.
"Meet. This is your new underwear. You can forget forever about "Victoria Secret" thongs, now you will wear diapee and not only wear, but use them." I said with a smile.

[Pampered Pet]

My mind had tried to protect itself from the implications of the crib and changing table, and even of the name "Mommy" that the scary woman had chosen for herself, but now that the woman forced me to come face to face with the harsh reality of my new dresscode and took out one of the objects, slowly moving it towards my thighs that were held apart by the unrelenting grip of the bodyguards, leaving my virginal pussy and no-longer-private-area defenseless, I had to recognize it for what it was. A diaper! My eyes widened in horror at the discomforting sight.

I had been afraid of getting raped when I had been stripped and tied, but this was barely better! Due to my leap-year-birthday, some daring fellow students, hiding in the anonymity of the school's hallways and thus unafraid of my powerful father, had mocked me as a three-year-old baby, referring to my leap-year age. During my time at school, they had bullied me by hiding humiliating messages and baby diapers in my locker and even in my school bag. It had been the most degrading experience of my life and it had contributed to my feeling that diapers were the most humiliating item known to mankind, a feeling which would now cause endless pleasure to the woman who was intent of forcing my young bottom into one of those degrading garments. Of course, back then it had been baby-diapers and no one had forced me to wear one. The diaper my kidnapper was now rubbing against my bottom and pussy looked just as degradingly infantile as those baby-diapers, but it was an actual adult-sized-diaper, easily three times as thick and big enough to fit around my more grown-up, developed womanly backside.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! FUCK OFF! DON'T! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", I started to scream and squirm with what little fight I had left in me, immobilized as I was on the changing table and weakened from my spanking, but my thrashing only allowed my kidnapper to easily push the unfolded padding underneath my bum. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shrieked when I felt the soft gauze underneath myself and tried to lift up my bottom away from the padded monstrosity, crying tears of frustration and humiliation at the notion that my precious underwear, that now lay discarded on the floor, thoroughly soaked by my earlier accident, would now forever be replaced by the padded prison of these pampers, if I couldn't manage to get away.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

I take the walkie-talkie and say into it: "Stephen. While I'm studying with Dolly, invite the doctor."
From the radio he heard dully: "It will be done, mistress."

I'm glance over at the strapped Hannah again and roughly grabbed her ankle and lifted her ass and pulling out one of the diapers, I spread it under Hannah.
With wet wipes, I'm rudely and unceremoniously rub them on the ass, the crack between the buttocks and adding powder, I lower Hannah on the diaper.
Next, I just like the ass, I wipe the pubis and vagina of Hanna with wet wipes.
It gives me special excitement as she squeaks and squirms with pacifier, when my hands touched the most delicate and privat parts of her body, but Hannah could not stop me from fixing the diaper on her.
"Great. Diapee looks so cute on you, Dolly. Your liked used him." - I began to lisp and stroked Hannah's diapered bottom.

At this time, a doctor comes in a white coat, followed by a nurse in green and both with bandages on their faces. "She's yours. Let me know when you're done." I said and put the baby monitor next to the changing table.

"They'll take care of your appearance. Your face will be more dolly-like." I said and tickled Hannah's chin, before leaving.

The doctor walked over to the changing table and put down the suitcase and began to take out small syringes, bottles and a professional makeup kit.

[Pampered Pet]

"Nghoooo! Ghongk goo ghigh!" I garbled as my kidnapper forced the massive pacifier-gag into place between my perfect pouty lips. As the gag was strapped shut and locked with a padlock behind my head, I felt the objectification and babyfication, as my ability to speak clearly like an adult was taken away from me and as my beautiful, intelligent mouth, capable of such witty and polite conversation, was stretched open around the nipple of the pacifier, reduced to nothing than a baby-ish socket to suck on the rubber teat. I was still able to scream, as the gag didn't block the sound completely, but anything that left my mouth would be unintelligible mewled wailing - and large lines of drool, that I began to expel almost immediately, much to my shame. Clearly, my captor was less interested in silencing me than in degrading her new hot teenage dolly. While I began to drool, I sobbed at the verbal degradation as "Mommy" called me a crybaby and spoke down to me like a dog-owner would to his bitch - or like a Mommy would to her baby. "Wheeah!" I blabbered, trying to make myself understood "Ghnnnn ghhhooo ghiiiiigh!" Tears were running from my eyes as if they were trying to outdo the thick lines of saliva running from my gaping mouth, as I once more, desperately tried to prevent the horrible diaper from being put into place.

As I screamed through tearful fits of rage and squirmed my bottom around on top of the diaper, I was quickly reminded of what you had told me about using the diapers and cringed at the notion that I was to wet the pampers once they were wrapped around my nethers. I resolved right then that I wasn't going to degrade myself like that! Maybe I couldn't stop the woman from putting me in pampers, but I would not surrender control over my body so easily. Of course, that was the feeble resistance of a reculcitrant brat who knew in her heart that her volition might be irrelevant once nature came calling, but I couldn't admit that to myself.

I screamed as the woman called my attention back to the present, as I now felt the thick lush plastic enclose my bottom completely, trapping in the heat emitted by my  nubile, perfectly smooth, powdered and oiled up pubic mound. I couldn't believe how hot I was down there, owing to my rage and my sexual embarrassment, and how horrible the innocent crinkling of the plastic sounded to me. I yelled into my pacifier at my captor to stop, my own voice painfully loud inside my ears, as I tried to shrink away from the enclosing cotton and plastic, but my captor pulled the diaper taught across my front and bottom before pulling up the side-flaps of the backside, pulling it as tight as possible. The crinkling was now joined by the gut-wrenching sound of the tapes being loosened from their fixtures before being firmly attached to the front of the pampers. Every single one of the four tapings seemed unnaturally loud and drove home the inescapable truth of what was being done to me. The woman seemed to relish in the act of taping up the diaper around me, against my feeble struggles, taping it up tightly for a perfect fit. And fit perfectly it did; checking every inch of the legbands and waistbands, the woman would find no bunching, no openings for an accidental leak, no chance for a feisty girl to wiggle free of it. It was as if my body had been made to be in diapers.

With a loud crinkling prison of plastic and gauze around my bottom, I felt my captor fiddle with my diaper, causing it to bunch and crinkle embarassingly against my crotch "Aaaaaaaagh!" I gasped between garbled screams for the woman to "Shttppppp" as I felt the soft gauze padding be squeezed against my pussy.

 

Utterly humiliated, my ordela was far from over, as you invited the doctor to do his work on me. My eyes widened in terror as I shook my head, trying to squrim away, but locked in place as I was, all I accomplished was to cause my massive diaper to crinkle wildly with each movement. I was helpless at the doctor's mercy.

When the woman left, my unfortunate body was left restrained and diapered at the doctor's whim. I screamed in anger - I needed to be angry, to try and get over the degradation of being an 18 year old diaper-wearer, of having been forced into pampers against my will - but my anger came muffled through sobs of despair and degradation around my gag. I felt so utterly betrayed, so humiliated, and so helpless - and my bladder was beginning to fill up again... Soon, my screams were intermixed with the lush crinkling of my pampers as I continued to try to shrink away from the doctor. I cried, with tears now running down my soft freckled face. I blushed at the pathetic sound of my voice and the sounds coming from my diapered crotch. Even the slightest movements of my thighs brushing against the leg-guards caused an inordinately loud crinkling, driving home the fact that these diapers had been designed for anything but discretion.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

The doctor takes a cotton pad and generously moistens it with a special cleaning solution: "Help me nurse, Dolly worry. Hold her head."
The nurse walks over to the changing table and grabs Hannah's head with both hands so that she cannot move it.
 
The doctor starts to run a wet disc across Hannah's face. Cleansing the face from bacteria, and at the same time from traces of old makeup. While the solution is working. The doctor fills a small syringe with special medicine and out from her mouth paci-gag, gives Hannah an injection in her lower lip. The lip has become a little plump. The doctor, using the same syringe with medicine, forms Hannah's upper lip, in the shape of a little heart.
“Perfect,”  doctor said as he examined Hannah’s new doll lips. “Now we can do a full face job.”
After 20 minutes, Hannah had a new face, porcelain-looking with bright pink blush on her cheeks.
The doctor glued Hannah's new long eyelashes with superglue and painted new, forever sad, eyebrows.

Lastly, with the help of a special machine, the Doctor applied permanent pink lipstick, with gloss, to Hannah's lips. Now they will shine. Forever.

"I think we're done. I'm think for my work, I will be paid a good tip." said the doctor, "Nurse, bring a mirror. Let Dolly admire my work and I'll call her mommy."
The doctor took the baby monitor and reported the completion of the work.
And the nurse brought a large mirror and showed Hannah's new look.

[Pampered Pet]

As I saw my reflection in the giant mirror installed above the changing table, I saw tears well in my eyes, matching the permanently sad gaze that was now forever plastered onto my face. These weren't tears of anger anymore. I had spent all those during my tantrum as the woman had forced me into diapers. Nor were they the pathetic tears of bargaining, which I had spent in vain on the doctor before I had been mobilized. These were tears of genuine grief. As I looked at myself, utterly defeated - at least for the moment - I couldn't help but cry in grief for the girl that I had been a few hours ago. That girl was - if not dead, then at least - forever changed.

My beautiful face, my sweet, angelic face no longer sported the unfettered prettyness of a girl-next-door. No, it had been ruined - or improved, depending on whom you asked - and turned into the visage of a proper doll, a toy! That is what I was now forced to be. A toy. No longer would my face show my true emotions. Or at least, it had been permanently robbed of being able to show HAPPY emotions. My eyes could still cry, my nose could still snivel, and my mouth could still drool, and any of that would perfectly match the new permanent helplessness of my enhanced visage, but it would never again be able to show happiness. It was as if any and all happiness had forever been robbed of me.

I sobbed as I realized that even if I ever managed to get away from this place, I would forever bear the signs of this ordeal. Even with surgery, I doubted that anyone would ever be able to completely outdo what had just been done to me. I was well and truly - and forever - becoming more and more of a doll.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

During the operation on my Dolly, I'm sit in my office and trim my perfect nails, with a nail file, and at the same time look out for new things for my doll, in web-site, when suddenly I'm hear a call from the doctor and go to my dollhouse smiling.

The doctor and nurse walk away from the changing table, giving me a pass. I walk over and laugh happily at Hannah's new look.
I'm rubbed her cheeks, chin and forehead roughly with my finger. Nothing smudged.
"Does it wash away?" I asked the doctor loudly.

"No. I covered her face with a completely unique new composition. These changes cannot be removed. If only the entire skin of the face is grafted." said the doctor.

I turned back to Hannah. "You heard doctor's. Only a skin graft will help you, but I heard it hurts a lot. I love your new dolly face. Now I can dress you in the rest of your clothes." I said.

"Doctor, you have earned my respect and this is worth $ 250,000. This money will come to you within an hour, but I have one more request." said and whisper in his ear.
The doctor smiles, takes out a regular syringe, fills it with medicine and injects Hannah's in buttock.

"Please miss. The paralyzing drug will last for 3 hours." said the doctor, then packed his suitcase and left my house together with the nurse.

I untie the belts from Dolly.
"For now, I won't need any more belts, you can't hurt me. 3 hours." I said with a smile and played a little with Hannah's nipple.

[Pampered Pet]

Only defeated sobs left my mouth when I heard how permanent my new appearance truly was. The fact that this woman was able - and willing - to pay such an inordinate sum on my dollification - plus the certainly immense sum she had invested into this room - was more than a little alarming, but I was too weakened to struggle or even curse or scream at the woman.

I was only reinvigorated with some new strength to struggle when the doctor moved towards me with the syringe, but that was quickly subdued by the paralyzing agent.

As the drug knocked out all control over my nervous system, I was left utterly helpless, drooling and motionless, only able to scream internally as the woman unties my bondage and starts to play with my body. Paralyzed, I'm not even able to feel what she is doing, and so I can just watch as she moves my head to look at my proud, firm, supple C-cup breasts, forcing me to watch her teasing of my nipple. Disjointed from any sensation, it is utterly strange to see her play with the nipple, as if I was watching this being done to somebody else. Nonetheless, the fact that I KNOW that this is happening to me, even while I am utterly unable to feel anything, drives home the alarming notion that my body is being - and will be for the foreseeable future - used for the sole pleasure of somebody else.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

I walk slowly to the closet in Dolly's room and take out a cute pink top and a matching tutu, as well as pink leather bondage mittens with a chain between them. And on her feet are white socks and Mary Jane shoes

"Well, now I'm going to dress up my sweet doll." I said with a smile, things and take them to the changing table.

"It's all to order." I said.

The first thing I do is put bondage mittens on Hannah's arms. “They are stuffed with cotton wool. Now you can't grab anything or hit anyone, ”I said, securing the bands around Hannah's wrists.

Then I put Mary Jane Hannah's socks and shoes on her feet.
“So you know. These are unusual shoes. They have very sharp needles sewn into them if you decide to get up .. I do not recommend doing this. It will hurt a lot. As I said, you can only crawl around the room. ”I said.

Tutu followed. I put it around Hannah's waist. Tutu was very short and did not cover the diaper at all.

The last one I wear is the top. Taking Hannah by the armpits, I put her on the changing table, like a doll, put the top on her head and zipped her back, fixing it on a small lock, I only have the key to it.

"Oooh. You're so sweet. I would eat you, Dolly. " cooed me and gently stroked her cheek.

I gagged her again with paci-gag.

Then I took my Dolly in my arms, under the bottom, and went to the mirror.

“What a wonderful doll sits in my mommy's arms,” I lisped and kissed her on the cheek and stroke her breast.

Edited October 11, 2020 by Nastya_diapee2.0

[Pampered Pet]

Still under the influence of the paralyzing agent, I could only cry soundlessly as my captor manhandled my nubile young body and dressed me up like I was an actual doll, all the while, I was tormented by the sound of the excessive crinkling of the diaper around my bottom, which emitted noises with every shift and movement that my body was forced through, reminding me of my utter degradation even when the paralysing medicine disabled me from feeling the padding press against my pussy.

When my "Mommy" finally picked me up and showed me to the large mirror, I would have screamed in frustration and shame if my body hadn't been knocked out. As it was, all I could do was stare in horror at the sight before me. With my red hair in pigtails, my face dolled up beyond repair, and my current garments, I was a fetishist's wet dream, but for myself, it was a nightmare.

The babyish clothing managed to be humiliatingly infantile and slutty at the same time, as the pink top - a colour which I hated - made the firm C-cup breasts pop even more on my petite frame, emphasising them even though they were kept completely covered, and leaving them invitingly malleable at the touch of my tormentor.

The tiny skirt was even smaller than a micro-skirt and covered practically nothing of the pink padded monstrosity of my diaper, which was poking out prominently around my posterior.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

"Now I can't afford to have my doll hungry." I said cheerfully.

I put Hannah in the crib. I bring a special feeding system.
Above is a large plastic bag filled with a special milk formula to which I have added a good diuretic and laxative and, in addition, a strong aphrodisiac. From the bag came a plastic tube, which I attached to the paci-gag and Hannah begins to receive liquid in her mouth. In order not to suffocate, she has to swallow it.

"I will leave you, my sweet Dolly, but so you know. Soon you will start using your diapers, whether you like it or not." - said and pointedly stroked the bag with formula. - "Enjoy your dinner. The fun is about to begin, my Dolly. Cry when finished" and leave Dolly's room, turn baby monitor.

[Pampered Pet]

Still parlysed from the neck down, "Mommy" had had no trouble putting me down into the crib, making me blush profusely as I heart the crinkling of my diaper being joined by the creaking and crinkling of a rubber mattress-protector.

I couldn't cry for help or protest as she strapped me down by my wrists and ankles, leaving me gagged and in bondage inside this cage that was to be my crib. My eyes widened in horror - the announcement that I was to use my diapers should not have come as a shock, but without any knowledge of the drugs hidden in my drink, I thought that wetting my diapers would at least be a choice that I could refuse, certainly for a few hours, considering my massive accident just before the woman had introduced my pussy to diapers.

I could only helplessly swallow the overly sweet liquid that trickled into the oversized bulb of my pacifier gag, my eyes reddened with tears as I sulked about the unfairness of it all. I lay there for a good hour and a half before the paralysing agent finally wore off and the last of the liquid had drained from the bag. As feeling returned into my body, I noticed an alarming fullness in my bladder - and an even more alarming heat in my thoroughly padded pussy. Just the natural response of a young, confused female body to having her legs forcefully spread open while her thighs pressed against something soft but unyielding between them might have been enough to cause blood to shoot into my loins and my pussy to begin to moisten, but with those natural responses of my libido reinforced by the secret strong aphrodisiac I had just been fed for over an hour, I was left just as aroused as I was desperate to pee, causing me fresh torment by the confusion about my body's betrayal.

I tried to push my arousal away, but found myself unable to stop squishing my thighs softly against the diaper between them, rubbing my immaculate skin against the leak-guards and stimulating the blood-flow to my pussy as I finally screamed for "HLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPH!" into my massive pacifier-gag.

[Nastya_diapee2.0]

While my doll was eating. I wasted no time either. I stood in my room and looked at my collection of strapons. Finally I chose one. It was a whole new strapon. No straps and fastened in my pussy. It was just like a real 18'' in length and with venous veins. With particularly active stimulation, he shoots out jets of artificial sperm. I'm was just finishing attaching it when I heard Dolly's moan, in baby monitor.

I go back to the dollhouse and see an empty bag and I notice Hannah's severely swollen belly and how much she jerks in the crib.

"Well, how are you feeling? I have a surprise for you. Look." I say and point to the monster touching between the legs.
"I'll be using it soon. But what is it. I see you can't fill the diapers properly yet. Let me help you," I'm said, stroking Hannah's plump belly through the bars crib's, and then sharply pressing my fingers on her belly.
I see how she blushed I'm see how wety will be her diapee

"Looks like diuretic worked perfectly. Wety Dolly, wety Dolly" I started teasing Hannah's and sang a funny song while looking at her wet diapers "How do you feel?"