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Victoria Volunteers, Part Five
Be sure to check out Parts One, Two, Three, and Four!
No thinking. Good girls don't think. Good girls let go. Good girls relax. And you… are a good girl. A very good little girl…
The chorus of whispers – some in sultry feminine tones, others in now masculine rumbles – seeped out through the headphones and into the hapless woman's brain. How long she had been here in this medical facility, she no longer knew. She no longer knew much of anything, in fact – not even how many times she'd fallen into unconsciousness and then blinked back to confused reality. Besides, how could anyone think straight with all these voices echoing nonstop in their ears?
Little. Yes, a little girl. You're forgetting everything else… except that you're a good, obedient little girl. You've always been a little girl… so very good and little and obedient…
Was that the truth? Victoria's external struggles had ceased long before – the straitjacket and bonds had seen to that – but now a small, tired burst of resistance flared within her drowsy brain. No… adult. She was… adult. Young adult. And good girl…? Well, Daddy had called her that in years past. Mandy also liked to joke about her "little" sister. And so she… well, she kinda was? The voice… it might be right after all…
Little girls like you… they forget. They don't have to think… or remember… or do anything. They get to relax. Yes… relax. Let everything go. Everything. Their thoughts… their memories… their bodies…
Victoria twitched silently, her mind and body still struggling feebly against the regression programming. But she… she didn't want to forget… did she? Somewhere far off – in the faint corners of her mind – there seemed to be something about urgency. Something between her legs, deep in her belly. Something she had to do…
Good little girls… they always want to become good little babies. Yes, they do. So sweet, so cute, so adorable… You're a good little girl… and we know. We know how you long to be an even better baby… Because babies don't even know how to think. They can't. They just play… and sleep… and drink. They crawl and cry and coo… Their bodies don't obey them… They have no control, because they don't even know what control is…
Control. What… was this control about? Victoria was having trouble remembering amid the wash of sound. Whatever it was, it sounded hard. She was so tired after all this fighting. She just wanted it all to stop. To relax. To let everything fade away…
And you don't know either… do you? Of course you don't. You don't even understand the question anymore – and that's because you've become a little baby now. Oh, yes. You already have. No control… no thoughts… just relaxing every… single… muscle… Letting everything go…
Something slowly unclenched deep within her now. Victoria's bound body twitched involuntarily… but it was a primal reflex and nothing more. Her mind was drifting now: only vaguely aware in the dreamiest of ways of the trickling sensation between her legs… and practically oblivious to the warm, silently swelling bulk of the diaper as it drank in her first infantile accident.
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Above her, and unseen by Victoria's glazed eyes, a blue light winked. A moment later, it winked again. And then again… the only indication of the high-resolution camera mounted there, and which was effortlessly documenting this patient's first and most momentous foray into regression therapy.
Not that Victoria was aware of it, of course. Let alone that her image – as a bound, gagged, and diapered prisoner – was at that very moment flashing up on a monitor some three hundred miles away in her elder step-sister Mandy's office.
An image, it must be confessed, that brought a slow, satisfied smirk to Mandy's handsome face.
(The end – for now!)
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What other AB/DL writers do you follow? Did any of them inspire The Padded Princess Playroom?
The Padded Princess Playroom is pretty much a melting pot of everything I’ve read since I started exploring AB/DL erotica. It’s the sum of too many authors to count honestly, but here’s a list of people I’ve really enjoyed works from that together make up a lot of what inspired me to create TPPP.
@akumialice
@quietlyhumiliated
@paddedlittleparadise
Personalias (found on patreon and dailydiapers story forum).
@nannychloetales
Alex Bridges (Kindle)
Amy Cummings (Kindle)
Pepper North (Kindle)
Paige Michaels (Kindle)
TS Little (Kindle)
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I've been lurking in the AB/DL parts of Tumblr for years and have seen how erratic Tumblr can be toward us and have decided to branch out before I get started. I will still post here on tumblr because I know there are still lots of us here, but I think there are better platforms elsewhere.
Wordpress:
sweetboynolansstories.wordpress.com
I've taken @paddedlittleparadise advise and will archive all of my stories here, and the images will probably be coupled with the writing more frequently than on Tumblr.
WorldAnvil:
(Link will be added once there is adequate content.)
This is going to be a very cool project once I have it working. There's going to be an interactive map so that you all can see what I see when I imagine the world where all these stories are taking place. I think it will help to built up the visuals of the stories as well as help me keep things organized.
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Any Tumblr blogs you'd suggest? You sound adorable btw, omg <3
Omg you’re gonna make me blush 🥰 I almost posted some diaper pics a week or two ago but I got too shy! I know y’all aren’t following me for that, and I didn’t want to get made fun of or anything 😅
Here are some of my favorite blogs that are still updating or kind of updating:
Paddedlittleparadise
Quietlyhumiliated
Totallytransformed
Regressionrevolution
Nannychloetales
Mellow-September
Humiliationelation
Maggiecaps
Babygirlkansas
Daddyforbaby
3yobbg
Becomingbabyagain
Controllinginterest
Crueldaddy4baby
Asiandiapercutie
Humiliateddiapergirl
Enjoy~!
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The Taming of the Slut (Patreon/Ream Teaser)
This was gonna be one interesting evening!
It had been, what? Four years now since Ron had graduated from college? In that time he'd done what most folks his age did: found an internship, then a job, and then another one. Moved twice. Got a cat. Dated a few folks. But all that time…
Well, he didn't like to sound sappy. But he hadn't yet forgotten her.
He strode up the sidewalk now, heartbeat more than a little elevated. Oh yes, her. Mandy: the heartthrob of his college friend group. The busty, loud-mouthed, shameless history major. The girl who laughingly called herself a hopeless slut. Who had openly bragged about how she'd fucked every single member of the football team – in her sophomore year. And who had held for years now the leading role in Ron's most private fantasies.
Yeah, that was "Randy Mandy," all right. Hard to believe she was actually married now.
He rang the elegant doorbell, glancing wryly around at the immaculately groomed shrubbery of this seriously expensive house. Well, she certainly hadn't made a mistake in finding a guy with money, had she? Investment bankers like this Jacob fellow were in their own class, that was for sure. This place was definitely far more than he ever could have given her – even if she had been serious about him…
The door opened. "Hello and welcome! You must be Ron, is that right? So glad you found us! Come in, come in!" And in Ron dutifully stepped, momentarily taken aback by his host's appearance. Probably more from envy than anything, he'd expected Jacob to be some smarmy little suit-wearing weasel. But this guy… wow. He was tall. Dressed in a suit and tie. Hair neatly trimmed and smoothed, his clean-shaven jaw square and sharp. Heck, he looked ready to head onto to the red carpet… or maybe a gubernatorial debate.
"Thanks for having me," Ron offered, gazing politely about him – ostensibly at the luxurious furnishings, but privately in hopes of catching a first glimpse of the lady of the house. "I was just, you know, passing through. And I thought it would be great to chat, um, with Mandy-"
"Of course, of course! Not many of Mandy's classmates seem to be able to forget her," Jacob chuckled, and now he was gallantly gesturing toward the spacious living room, complete with a piano and a tastefully modern set of furniture. "We were so happy to get your message! I think it's so incredibly important for her to keep up all of those intimate connections she's made over the years. Don't you agree, dear?"
This last sentence was pitched louder, clearly addressed at the as-yet unseen Mandy. Ron eagerly followed Jacob's gaze to the end of the room and the open doorway that presumably led to the kitchen. This was it! His pulse quickened at the thought. Mandy would be here now. She would look so amazing – so sexy – so well-off and elegant-
Or maybe not. Because the red-faced figure that slowly stepped around the corner was probably the furthest from elegant that anyone could imagine.
Gone was her long blonde hair: snipped short and blunt, and done up in two unkempt pigtails. Gone too was her makeup – and her clothes, for the most part. All she now seemed to be wearing, Ron realized with a blast of horrified fascination, was the stuff of a fetish fantasy. A lacy white bib embroidered with a pink cursive "Slut." A pink leather posture collar, snug and wide. Matching pink bondage mitts on each hand, tethered to her collar with formidably strong steel chains. And to crown it all… a puffy, bulging, baby-pink diaper taped tightly around her waist.
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What the heck is going on with Mandy?! Check out the rest – and hundreds of other original and commissioned story posts – on my Patreon or Ream!
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😳😳😳 that reblog tho, so hot
This is either in reference to the dream about old Paul’s sex tape, the TikTok about roller coasters, or most likely, the actual NSFW post I reblogged! 😂
But seriously though, @paddedlittleparadise writes some of the best ABDL content for Tumblr and anywhere else on the Internet! I’m also a mega-fan for @mellow-sadistic’s captions— if these guys got a dime for every time I visited their pages, they’d never have to work again! There are definitely more writers and content creators that I like, but they’re the best. 💖
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Victoria Volunteers, Part 4
Be sure to check out Parts One, Two, and Three!
The question now was simple. Caught between two mind-melting stimuli as Victoria was, which one would she succumb to first? The hypnotic programming? Or the relentless power of the wand?
The nurse asked the question aloud: conversationally, of course. As if the patient – strapped securely down in her straitjacket, immobile save for her fearfully darting eyes, and deaf to all but the seductive sounds in her headphones – could hear her. As if they were speculating together about ordinary things: whether it would rain this holiday weekend. Whether the local sports team would win the playoff. Why the price of gas was still so high.
"Oh, but it doesn't matter – not really," the nurse added, with a wry little chuckle. She glanced down into those eyes, satisfied to see that they were already visibly struggling: blinking and clouding and blinking again, as if by doing so they could combat the stupefying effects of the audio being piped inexorably into her brain. And still her smile was as blandly comforting as ever. "We've seen it all. Some folks actually hold out for an hour or more before they drop, you know? I think the record was a good two and a half hours, and six separate orgasms…"
She chuckled softly, her hands slipping capably up and down the length of the plastic wand. Victoria's eyes followed them, and in their silent motion the nurse perceived the same repetitive movement of a rapidly dropping subject obediently following a pendulum. "And then there are others who… you know, just lose control immediately." Her voice was warm with amusement. "I suppose it must be a nice feeling. So soft and tingly… so warm and comforting against those sensitive bits…"
The wand hummed to life, and Victoria jerked in her bonds: not at the sound, which was inaudible to her, but at the thrilling burst of tingles that erupted between her legs as the shivering head pressed deep into her bulky diaper. Her eyes started – widened – filled with shame. But then, as the audio and vibrations began to meld into one harmonious wash of sensations, they dimmed and began clouding into unfocused trance.
"You know… I think there are pluses and minuses to both," the nurse continued, watching as Victoria's tethered limbs sagged slowly into limp relaxation. "Some folks probably feel better about only cumming after they've dropped away. It must be a bit embarrassing: a grown adult, getting aroused in a diaper?" She laughed softly, pressing the wand deeper and watching in evident satisfaction at the volunteer's knitted brow and closed eyes that betrayed just how much humiliating pleasure she was feeling.
"But then again… who doesn't like to cum? I mean, personally, I'd rather not lose out on any orgasm – no matter what I'm wearing!" Victoria's chest was heaving now, her body betraying her visceral arousal as she began writhing and bucking in her restraints. "Ah, see? My thoughts exactly!" The nurse beamed, thrusting the wand ever deeper, working it back and forth with practiced skill. And all the while, the mind-bending audio kept dribbling into the young woman's defenseless brain: whispering to let go… to be good… to give up control… to give up everything…
"Ggguuuuhhggggghhhhhhhh!!!" The guttural cry of her shrieking orgasm not three minutes later would have turned heads anywhere else. But here? Well, it was garbled by the pacifier-like gag filling her mouth. Drowned out by the eternally humming wand. Absorbed by the discreet, sound-deadening walls that held her captive. And so all that her primal groan produced…
Was another delighted smile on the nurse's face.
"Well, I'll be," she remarked mildly, reaching forward and lifting one closed eyelid… only to find the eye beneath blankly staring up with all the dead incomprehension of a thoroughly tranced individual. "That might be the best timing yet, sweetie! Cumming and dropping at the exact same time? Good for you!"
And then she pressed the wand deeper once more: setting the hapless young woman's body writhing and struggling in renewed desperation.
While on and on the audio played, melting its way further and further, deeper and deeper into her hapless brain…
(To be continued!)
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Victoria Volunteers, Part 3
Be sure to check out Parts One and Two!
"That's right… nice and flat and relaxed for me. Nice and comfy in your crib, sweetie. That's a good girl!"
The nurse's voice was echoing in her brain, accompanied by the most unusual combination of sounds: the click of metal fasteners on each of her four cuffs, and the loudly crackling plastic of the sheet beneath her. Victoria stared fearfully upward: first into the ghastly fluorescent lights, then over at the calmly smiling face of the nurse who was rendering her more helpless every second.
"Nice and snug. Yes, that's perfect! Now, we're almost ready to start, okay? Of course you've already read about what it involves – but it's always good to have a refresher, right?" The nurse laughed politely and brushed back the messy strands of Victoria's hair. "Now, let's see… where did I put those headphones…?"
A moment later, she'd found them – and with them in hand, smilingly addressed her captive patient. "So, obviously, you know all about what we do here. You know, creative solutions for psychological trauma, unconventional therapy, and so forth. And I know you mentioned that you're super interested in doing anything you can to help – which is super awesome!"
Victoria gurgled softly, wondering distantly where the hell she'd ever mentioned something so stupid. Ugh… must have been in that cover letter Mandy had written for her… But the nurse merely smiled and gestured down over her exposed body, seemingly oblivious to her wordless protest. "Now, this week's treatment is very much in our regressive psychotherapy line. What we'll be doing is working with your body and brain to stimulate some of your very earliest experiences, memories, and instincts. You don't need to worry about the specifics, hon. We'll do it all for you. Just relax for us… let your mind and body relax… regress…"
Over Victoria's ears went the headphones. The whirrs and hums and beeps of the room around her cut out, replaced by the soft rush of air and the unnaturally quick thudding of her anxious pulse. She gulped again at the rubbery nipple in her mouth, aware now that the nurse was still evidently talking. And yet… she couldn't hear a thing. The only indication was those moving lips – smiling sweetly as if nothing on earth was the matter.
As if they weren't soothing a bound-and-gagged, diapered young woman who was being treated like some horrifying hybrid between a clinically insane asylum inmate… and a helpless baby.
Her eyes slanted fearfully over. The nurse was holding up a device now: a small screen, already hooked to the headphones around her ears. Then, even as she stared in growing horror, one finger touched it. A swirl of technicolor vibrance erupted on the screen. And into her ears flooded the mind-wobbling thrum and whisper of what had to be the trippiest audio she'd ever heard in her life…
Audio that, for all she knew, truly would regress her – far further than she even dared to imagine!
(To be continued!)
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Victoria Volunteers, Part Two
She hadn't known. She couldn't possibly have known! It was all absurd – outrageous – unfair-
That's what Victoria was telling herself, at least. Though deep, deep down, she was already suspecting that it might not be so clear-cut. After all, she had been the one to sign the paperwork.
"Oh, look at this! A research assistantship in collaboration with this psychology institute?" How enthusiastic her step-sister Mandy had been – how believable! And why not? She was seven years older, after all. She had loads more experience than Victoria. She had the graduate degree and all that came with it. So of course when she gushed to Victoria about how she should jump at this chance…
She had. Or more precisely, Mandy had. She'd taken care of the cover letters and the paperwork and the application fees. All Victoria had had to do was sit back and let it happen… signing along the various lines as they were presented to her.
That was all two months ago. Now she'd scarcely been at the Institute for Creative Therapeutics more than three hours, and already she'd been manhandled like a piece of meat. She'd been ushered into a doctor's office. Smilingly asked to strip. And then accosted by two pert assistants, who had responded to her panicked questions with only one curt, barely apologetic reply…
They were just following procedure.
Which, apparently, involved forcing her down onto an examination table. Spreading her legs into the most shameless, whoring position imaginable. Shaving her tender bits – and then, when she began yelping under the onslaught of pain and humiliation, briskly forcing a giant, pacifier-shaped plug into her mouth. And strapping it there, to boot.
Oh, she'd struggled. She'd bucked and heaved and flailed – then redoubled her efforts when the suspicious pink garment had come out. But nothing she'd done had prevented them from forcing her down onto it… thrusting a lube-covered rubber plug deep into her ass… and pulling the mortifyingly thick diaper closed around her.
Then forcing her arms into the straitjacket, too. Naturally.
So now as the nurse's cool and business-like voice assured her that everything was nice and snug for their star research participant, Victoria quivered. Had all of this truly been in that paperwork? Surely not, right? Because if it had been, why on earth hadn't her dear step-sister noticed?
She gulped. Shuddered. And tried desperately not to think of what the disturbing implications of that might be.
(To be continued!)
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Victoria Volunteers, Part One
The nurse was just so horrifyingly matter-of-fact about it. "Good, good. Very nice. I see my assistants did their work well. No pinching straps anywhere, hon? Hmm?"
Not that Victoria could have told her, of course. But nonetheless the nurse paused, smiling, as if to allow her nervously-squirming patient to interject somehow. Perhaps with a nod of her now-pigtailed head, or maybe a muffled grunt…
Which she now gave. "Uh-hmmugghh?"
It wasn't a response to the nurse's question, of course. It was a question itself: panicked, fearful, and utterly pathetic. Veronica twisted in her pastel bonds, the rubbery phallus working as she fought to expel it from her mouth. "Uh-hmmummgh?!" she repeated, and now her elbows were jerking emphatically in time to her burbling protests. Her nostrils flared, her eyes slanting about the babyish room in mingled panic and shame. She shifted her stance, veering away from the massive, open crib before her and poised to bolt for the door-
But again, the nurse's matter-of-fact voice cut through – as firm and cool as the hands that now propelled the hapless young woman back against the bars of the waiting cage.
"And nice and snug around the arms, too. Perfect. Now, let's take a peek at your diaper."
The captive girl flushed. Your diaper. Your. It wasn't a question of it being someone else's – some alien garment that had been forced onto her unwilling body. No. Your. As far as the nurse was concerned, it was hers. It belonged on her. She, a grown woman of twenty-two, belonged in that very diaper.
"Oh, good. Nice and thick. Exactly as it should be." The fingers were probing around her butt-cheeks, slipping deftly underneath the rustling pink plastic now and again as if to test how snugly it had been drawn. "Can't have any leaks now. Not that a wet crib is the end of the world, of course. But still…"
Victoria shivered, twisting uneasily in an attempt to glance backward and see what the nurse was doing. "Mmmuuggh?!" she burbled in dismay. Leaks?! But she was- she wasn't going to pee-! She wasn't about to gratify these weird medical jerks, to just stand here and piss herself-
"Three days in wet sheets wouldn't be fun for anyone – and especially not our star participant!"
Oh… fuck. What the hell was she about to endure?
(To be continued!)
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Waddling right out of the vault and into your feed! Check it out along with hundreds of other completely free story captions over on my Wordpress!
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Hi. I'm trying to find a blog post story that I think you posted several years ago. The caption was simply a picture of a very thick diaper with a pink / maybe a little purple diaper cover. The caption was a woman speaking to a man describing how he wanted to be regressed and feminized and how she has recently come to realize how much she wanted to do that to him, to be in control, etc. It was a really well written monologue. But I can;t find it in the history.
Hey there, @melissaab12, and thanks so much for the thoughtful question! It's honestly pretty cool to hear that folks are not only reading my stuff, but remembering stories later and wanting to look them up. :-)
I've done a few looks through my archive, and the two nearest captions I can come up with are these: "What You Want" and "Bad Behavior." The first is my best guess since it's a monologue and the pic does match fairly well. The second… well, it's not strictly speaking a monologue. But that image does also line up very well with what you describe.
If neither of them is exactly the one, message me and we can try again!
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A Passion for Professional Development (Sneak Peek)
Over on Patreon is where I'm doing pretty much all my original writing right now. This month, among other things we've got a brand-new, four-part story about a secretary whose shenanigans with her boss end up attracting some very unwanted attention from his wife…
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Light dawned only slowly for Sherri. With it came voices. Sensations. Discomfort in her limbs. A strange, heavy sensation throughout her entire body. The chill touch of air on her naked skin.
"Just like that. Oh, yes, that's better. Nice and snug – can't have her getting away now…"
A feeble moan escaped her lips as she forced her heavy eyes open. This light… ugh. Her head was pounding. But this voice – and those words – she- she had to find out… what was going on. Her returning memory was hazy, and she blundered through it desperately now, trying to piece together what had happened. She'd driven over… for Calvin, right? And she'd come inside… heard something… felt something or someone grab her-
"Much better. Now the spreader bar – though the whore's plenty good at spreading her legs already!" It was a woman's voice, and the venom in every syllable made her shiver. She blinked open at last, and her eyes found themselves staring… blinking again in confusion, then widening in horrified recognition.
She was staring at herself – or more properly, at her reflection, caught in a massive mirror before her. Gone was her sexy little dress, her push-up bra, her lacy thong and her expensive heels. She was stark naked now: a nude figure, kneeling on the floor with an iron collar around her neck and her arms hanging, cuffs on each wrist, from ropes secured somewhere behind her. She gulped in fear, shuddering at the sight she made: bare breasts hanging free, her shaven lady parts on full display, her entire body vulnerable and helpless before her. And now… wait, what was going on with her legs?
A quick, frightened glance backward around the dimly lit room showed her everything she needed to know. Her ankles were held in cuffs too, and while she watched a burly, masked man was tugging them apart and affixing an uncomfortably long pole between them. She winced in discomfort, another plaintive moan escaping her lips as she felt her entire lower half being splayed wide open by the spreader bar. "P-please, let me go! God, please- Ow! Please, don't hurt me-"
"Don't hurt you?" The feminine voice spoke again, and now at last Sherri's panicked attention swiveled to the woman behind her. She stepped forward, towering over the kneeling secretary, and as Sherri met her gaze in the mirror, she shuddered. This middle-aged, greying, primly dressed, severe-lipped woman… it had to be her. Calvin's wife. Linda.
"Don't hurt you?" she repeated sarcastically, and in her low laugh Sherri heard nothing but sadistic delight. "Oh, you pathetic little darling, don't you realize that it's exactly what you deserve? You've been doing nothing but hurt me, after all. Yet after all this time, you really think you can beg me not to give you a taste of your own medicine?"
Sherri almost vomited in fear at the sight of the woman's malicious smile, and the babble that escaped her lips was that of a prisoner shamelessly begging for their life. "I- I'm sorry, please! Please don't, I'm begging- I swear, I didn't mean to- OOAAAaaaahhh!"
She trailed off in a little scream of pain as Linda coolly bent down and dealt her exposed left nipple a vengeful pinch. "Oh, don't you like that? Bawling and begging like a naughty little girl who's been found out at last but doesn't want her punishment?" She gave another fierce twist, and chuckled as Sherri screamed once more and flailed helplessly in her bonds. "God, you really are pathetic, aren't you? Just a stupid little oversexed bimbo who loves playing grown-up with her boss. Bitch, you know you're the age of his daughter, right? Don't you even get how fucked-up that is? Didn't your parents ever teach you not to fuck around with older married men?!"
"Bu- but Calvin- he, he wanted me to- Please, don't do this-"
But the more Sherri babbled, the angrier Linda seemed to grow. "Oh, I'll do what I fucking want with you two," she snapped, and now her fingers were twisting in Sherri's hair and jerking upwards to force her to stare into her face. "I haven't been preparing an entire year for you to simply beg your way out. Oh, no – it's far too late for that." She smiled dangerously and dropped her head as if in distaste. "Calvin's an absolute cheating bastard, I've known that forever. But you: you're nothing but a pathetic little gold-digging whore who needs to learn her place. And since you seem to have trouble remembering how disgusting of an age gap there is between you two, I've decided to help you…"
She raised her head. "Harrison? Time for our little slut's training. Get it going for us, will you?"
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"Go, go, go! Run, Tina, run- You can make it! I believe in you!"
Why am I giggling even as I say the words? Why am I trotting along behind my partner, eyes dancing as they take in the sight of her shapely, padded ass? Oh, she's so cute when she runs like this! Hands clutching at her crotch, dancing with every step, thighs trying to clench as if they can somehow deter the flow threatening to burst forth…
Here we go: up the stairs… around the corner… down the hall… and directly to our lovely, capacious bathroom. You know, the one whose door I just locked two hours before.
Her hand is closing on the knob, twisting it in energetic – but fruitless – anxiety. "Faye-! It- it's locked!" Her blue eyes turn to meet mine, and in that split second I see the gravity of her predicament burst upon her. "You- you locked it?! Quick- please! I- I can't hold it much longer-! Get the key- the lock-"
"Well, now! Imagine that," I chuckle softly, stepping forward with the key held securely in one hand. "Hmm, let me see. Locked, huh? How silly of me! Now… where did I put that key?" I begin patting my pockets in mock earnestness, relishing the growing horror in her adorable face.
"You- you can't be serious!" Tina falters, and her fingers clench in helpless dismay on the pink padding between her trembling thighs. "You- you must have it! You have to!" Her voice is quavering near the point of tears – but before they can spill over, I produce it from my pocket with a grand flourish. "Aha, here we go! Now, don't panic, babe. Surely a big girl like you can wait just a bit longer…"
One would think so, wouldn't they? One, that is, who doesn't know just how seriously her bladder control has deteriorated this past year. You know, ever since she told me about her sordid little kink – her fantasies of pissing herself, of being humiliated, of being forced back into diapers…
The door jerks open at last, and she flies through with a cry of relief on her lips. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes-" But now that she's beside the longed-for toilet, her gaze and fingers turn downward – toward the thick padding I secured her in just after breakfast. "Faye- I- help me!" She's picking furiously at the adhesive tabs, her manicured nails plucking and slipping and plucking once more in frantic desperation. "They- they won't-! They won't come-!"
But just then, as the first of four tapes finally yields under her onslaught, her wails stop – bitten off in sudden horror. I watch, in rising delight, as her fingers pause… her breathing hitches… and the whisper-thin sound of a sudden, wet burble reaches my ears. A dark spot blossoms between her legs: at first barely noticeable, but then growing and spreading silently before our eyes. She stares down… lets out a defeated whimper… and then turns her weak gaze upward into my dancing eyes.
"Aww…" I begin in mock consolation, stepping forward as if to reassure her. "Too late after all, huh?" She drops her gaze once more, and now the rushing of the hot urine into her diaper is clearly audible throughout the room. "Here, baby. Might as well just let it happen…"
Onto the closed toilet I guide her. Onto her diapered rump she sinks, her bladder still flowing in full force. "I-" she whimpers – but before she can protest further, I reach down and reclaim the loose tape from her slack fingers. "No need for that anymore," I murmur softly… and replace it, snug and taut as ever, right back where it belongs.
She gazes bleakly up at me, the very picture of humiliated shame and submission. She's been locked right back in the diaper I put her in – not simply because I say so, but because she so obviously needs it. "I… I'm sorry, Mistress," she blubbers, her voice cracking with shameful arousal. "I was a naughty girl…"
Oh, yes. Mistress. That's the word that sets my blood afire, that signals to both of us that this little "accident" has fully segued into something far more adult. And so I step closer, taking her limp hand in mine and guiding it right down to where it belongs.
Down there – between her naked and trembling legs.
"Yes, you were," I purr, and I can practically watch her melt as I press her hand deep into the swelling, palpably warm mass of her own well-soaked diaper. "Go on, then. Feel what a wet, dirty girl you are. And here I thought you could make it after all. How very, very wrong I was!"
And as she lets out the cutest, groveling little whimper, I reach back with one shapely leg – and knock the bathroom door shut with a harsh thud. Let it stay closed, I muse with a quiet grin. Because honestly, I think we're going to need a good bit of privacy for what comes next.
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Them: "So, what would you say is your greatest weakness?"
Me (internally): Oh, my bladder, definitely! I can't go anywhere these days without just leaking everywhere and absolutely *flooding* my pants like some pathetic toddler. It's why I have to wear full-blown diapers everywhere I go – the thicker the better, honestly. That way, I can just let the accidents happen as often as they like! I just let my dumb baby bladder leak and dribble as much as it wants, making my nice, comfy diaper warmer and soggier and heavier with every hour that-
Me (actually): Oh, ahem. That's such a great question! Now, let me see – I would say…
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