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Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

The start of another story. I wrote this one ages ago, and it's been available on Amazon for years, but I'd love to share it with anyone who hasn't seen it before. So if there's anyone who's like me to keep on posting this one, please let me know 🙂 There's a little relationship drama there, and someone who really needs a break from that drama so she can be a toddler again. A Little Break - Day 1 / Chapter 1: Introduction "You want to talk to somebody?" It was a tough question, but I knew I had to ask. I might not like what she had to say, and she might not want to tell me. But I knew Lynn had been through some pretty tough times lately, and if I couldn't do anything else I could at least offer a disinterested ear for any personal problems. "You've seen the shitstorm on Facebook, everybody knows more about me than they'd ever want to." She wasn't crying, but the bitterness in her voice made it clear that was more through force of will than any level of happiness. She could be on the point of breaking down in despair or lashing out in rage, or balancing an a narrow tightrope of sanity between the two with an equal pull in either direction. "I haven't," I answered, wishing I was close enough to offer a hug. "Lynn, I saw enough to realise a bunch of guys I don't know are being assholes to an old friend. I don't want to know what they have to say, because I know it won't be the truth. If you want to tell me what's happened, then I'll know, and you know I won't judge you.for anything. If you don't want to talk, then it's none of my business." "You want to know?" "A lot of problems are easier to deal with if you share them. I want to help you if I can." "You're not going to join in the slanderfest, or–" "Lynn," I interrupted, hoping it was the right thing to set her mind at rest. "I've been kicked out of online sadomasochist communities because of the things I'm interested in. I have to keep some things hidden even from groups whose defining feature is accepting other people's quirks. I'm not going to look down on anyone, because I know what it's like. And I doubt there's anything you can say that I haven't heard before. I'm not going to demand you tell me, because that's not my place. But if you want to share the situation with somebody who'll still be here for you..." "Thanks," she nodded slowly. "I think you must have some idea what's going on anyway. Everybody's talking about it, right?" "I've not been to a convention in four years. I don't hear anything from most of the people you know, I guessed that's why you got back in touch. I just know there's a bunch of people calling you all kinds of things that I'd rather not believe. I think I saw like one picture, but I don't know why that's got anyone so upset." The picture had been a typical selfie, showing off a new outfit, and seemed to be where this whole mess had started. I'd noticed it, a little smile to see that Lynn had her hair in bunches again, just like she had in college. I'd noticed a pacifier on the table behind her. I'd seen the top comment from a mutual friend asking if they were expecting a baby, and her husband Clark had given a multi-page response with such bile in the first few words that I'd stopped reading before finding out what he was so angry about. But the same picture had popped up every time I checked my messages for a few days, and it had been a real effort of will not to dive into the hundreds of replies from people I didn't know and people who must have changed so much since we'd last spoken. Lynn's later posts had been deliberately vague, trying to keep on with the normal blend of online socialising. But she'd attracted nothing but hate from people who were supposed to be her friends. And a week later, she was sending me a message out of the blue, asking if my current flatmates would have a problem with a couch-surfing friend. She needed a break, she said, cabin fever or something spending every day with the same few people. "You didn't see Clark's rant?" "I saw a wall of text, and people responding with angry or sympathetic cartoon faces. I don't read stuff like that online, especially when it's someone I don't really know talking about an old friend." "Thanks. Guess you're the only friend I got left now, then." This time, I could offer a hug. I didn't think about what was appropriate, I just saw a good friend – no matter how many years we hadn't really talked for – on the verge of tears. I put my arms round her shoulders and held her head against my chest as she started to sob. And maybe for once I found the right thing to do. She held me tightly and cried. I didn't say anything else, I didn't want to bring bad memories to the surface. Sometimes just being there is enough to help. "I think I want you to know," Lynn muttered indistinctly after a few minutes. "Before you offer me space here, you deserve to know what I've done so even Clark doesn't want me around. Better to hear it from me, before I got my hopes up." "I don't let my friends down," I said, "There's nothing you could say that would change that. You can tell me, but don't get worried about that. And if you're nervous about telling me, maybe I can help with that. If you want me to." "You have ways of making me talk?" A momentary grin broke through the storm of emotions, as she remembered something that had once made her smile a lot. "You're still practising that hypnosis thing?" "Occasionally. And if it makes things easier for you, that would justify all the time I spent learning it." "Wondering if you can turn me into a brainwashed sex slave while I'm vulnerable?" she asked, a little sarcasm evident. Given some of my interests, at least the ones I'd admitted to college friends, it could have been a serious worry. But I was sure she knew me well enough to know how much value I put on consent. "Or can you just force me to admit my big secret now the rest of the world seems to know?" "I'm not really into force," I had to think about that answer for a few seconds. When I started learning hypnosis, Lynn had been one of the friends willing to let me experiment, and I knew that she had a submissive streak a mile wide. I really wasn't interested in making anyone do something against their will, and wouldn't have tried that even if there was a reliable way to make it happen. But with Aimee and Lynn, who loved so much to feel helpless and out of control, I was happy to help them feel like puppets, or like helpless victims of my mental powers. "You know that's not my style. Maybe I'd make it a little easier for you to answer questions, help you to believe that you're not going to freak me out. But if you want to be interrogated," I gave a little shrug with one shoulder, and felt her head move slightly against my chest, "Well, if that makes you feel better, I'm sure it would be fun." "There's some stuff I started doing," she spoke slowly, carefully, "Stuff I never even thought about before. I bet even your S&M friends would call me a freak. And things I've asked Clark if we can try. And stuff I'm too nervous to even mention to him. Every time I asked for something, he'd tell me I was weird. Sometimes he'd do it, and make a big deal out of how messed up it is, so like I really owe him. Or he might do it, but it's got to lead to sex. That doesn't always feel natural, but I guess once I got what I want it's got to be his turn. Sometimes I ask too much, and he just says no. But there was just this one time I crossed a line, I guess. He said no, not now, not ever. And then a week later, I shared a picture online, and one of our friends might maybe have guessed something. And Clark doesn't want everybody to think he's the freak, so he comes right out and tells the world, telling all our friends what I'd been keeping secret," "Wow," I whispered. I wasn't sure what else to say, but I had to try. "Wow, that must be tough." It took a lot of willpower not to say that her husband sounded like a controlling jerk, or that he didn't deserve her. That wasn't what she needed to hear. I knew more than a few friends who had been forced to choose between someone they loved, and a fetish that made them feel alive. At least this guy had tried, that had to be worth something. "Yeah. It's not that bad, really. He did so much for me, even when it wasn't something that turns him on, you know? I don't want you thinking I hate him. It's just, now everybody knows, it's like all our friends are united to protect him from me. I don't know if I'll be able to get over that. It's like everyone's looking at me, everyone knows what a freak I am. And I don't know how I can go back to a normal life." "I can't tell you how to deal with that, I'm afraid. I ended up having to find a completely new group of friends when my secrets came out. But you know, some of those people might not be thinking the worst. Maybe they're interested in something similar. If the Internet has taught me one thing, it's that no matter what you're into, you'll never be the only one. And your secret shame probably seems a much bigger deal to you than it does to anyone else." "I wish. If you knew, you wouldn't want me staying here." "This... secret, this whatever it is, does it involve hurting someone who doesn't like it? No? Then it's nobody else's business, and I'm sure there's stranger things out there. You've found a guy who's willing to indulge you sometimes, right? So maybe once tempers have cooled down a bit, he'll admit he wants you back. There's a bright side, right?" "I guess so," I couldn't see her expression, while she kept her head pressed close against me. I didn't know what she was feeling at that point. "Let me guess, you're going to say that I should have married you instead, and you'd have been playing along with my sick fantasies for years. Right?" "I don't know what it is," another half shrug, "But I'd probably have given it a try, if you asked. 'Don't knock it until you tried it' is practically my middle name, right?" "Maybe I should ask you, then. I mean, Clark keeps telling me it's not something a normal couple does, so..." "So maybe it's okay to try with your friends? Well it's not like he'd be missing out. So if it's something I might be interested in, then I'll be sure to let you know... Or if you're still nervous, I can make it a little easier for you to say." "Can you make me forget?" Now she pulled away a moment to look up into my eyes. "Make me tell you, and then forget, so I'm not so embarrassed by sharing something so..." "Probably not as strange as you think. But if that's what you want, I'm sure I can help you." She nodded enthusiastically. "Just making it clear," I made sure to hold her gaze, making sure she was taking in everything I was saying. If I was going to hypnotise her again, then I needed to draw a line in the sand. I would always tell her what was on offer up front, when we could both be sure she wasn't being unduly influenced by any kind of suggestions I might have given her. In a dominance and submission game, or S&M in some ways, my partner might be unable to disagree with me, or unable to remember exactly what was happening, or have her ability to think clearly restricted. So I would always, always make sure they knew at the start exactly what was going to happen. The invisible sign in the air now would read 'This is your last chance to change your mind'. Even when the aim of a session was to help a friend relax, like now, I'd gotten into the habit of confirming what she wanted in the same way. Because no matter what we're getting up to, I think that safety and consent have to come first. I also love to see their reactions; that mix of nervousness and excitement before riding a mental rollercoaster. And from the wide eyes and the blush rising in her cheeks, Lynn still loved that line in the sand as much as I did. "I'm going to guide you into trance, and see if any of the things I taught you in college are still there in your mind. Maybe a little fractionation to help you sink deeper into trance, if necessary, and then you're going to find yourself waking up in a very calm and relaxed state. The questions I ask you about will seem completely normal, the kind of everyday minutia you might tell anyone who asked. You won't feel any negative emotions linked to any of the memories you tell me about, and if they're things you've been told you should be ashamed of, you won't realise that while we're talking. Everything will be as normal as if I was asking the name of your cat, or asking for directions. Any worries, whether about my questions or your answers, won't come to mind and you will answer honestly without thinking twice. "I'll ask you about these desires that you've been keeping secret, that are causing you some worry now. You will be able to answer without feeling bad. And then if it's something that I'd be comfortable helping you to enjoy, I'll tell you that, and I'll make sure that you remember that detail at least. And I'll do what I can to offer you a place safe from the harshness of other people's opinions, and make as much effort as I can to help you enjoy the next week. Then, after we've had this little discussion, I'll give you the option to forget part or all of it. So you will know that we've talked, but you will only remember as many details as you want to." I licked my lips, stalling for time for just a second. Looking into her eyes, I thought maybe I'd seen something there. A flicker of movement, a momentary half smile, I wasn't sure. But when I mentioned forgetting, I could see a second reason she might have asked for that. A reason that would explain whatever sign of faint hope my subconscious had picked up on. I continued: "And if the thing you're interested in includes parts that you would enjoy more if I were to surprise you in some way, or for which you would prefer not to be given a choice, I will try to propose scenarios to you while you are still in that open and honest state of mind, so you can tell me if you would like something without having to worry about what you 'should' like, or if you think I or anyone else might disapprove. Then you will tell me honestly if you want that, and you will be able to forget that we went into detail, so that the experience itself comes as a complete surprise." She nodded, but her eyes didn't leave mine. She was breathing a little more heavily now, and I knew she'd do anything that came to mind if she thought it would increase the chances of me playing along with her fantasy. Maybe this was a reason she'd come to me in the first place, rather than any other old friend; or maybe I'd just made her an offer she couldn't refuse. "And just to be clear, this is your chance to say no. Because whatever's on your mind, whatever fantasies you're hoping I might indulge, I might surprise you with it, or take the choice away from you any time this week once you've agreed to these terms. So if you just want to talk to me about it, say so now. Is all of that what you want?"

Hello, Omo.org! For those who don't know me, I'm KimAustad, and previously I've made a number of videos involving pants wetting via hypnosis. I'm currently looking for more hypnosis scripts for even more wetting videos! I'd like to post them here for free as I've done with a number of my old, archived content from PornHub. Alternatively, I'd love to hear new ideas for wetting videos (with or without hypnosis) that I could also film. If you're familiar with my content, and wish to provide a script or video idea, I'd like to read it over and possibly film a video for it! You can send all messages to [email protected] Some ground rules: - No nudity. (I'll be fully clothed in these. You can specify an outfit, if I own the clothes to put it together!) - No sharing of personal info. (Face or voice reveals, addresses) I plan to make this content free on this site, but if you'd like to commission paid content involving other things, non-hypnosis wetting, faux-soiling, diapers, etc, I'm open to discussing potential videos. Thanks to you all, hope to read your scripts and video ideas soon! I buy all my clothes on Amazon. If you wish to commission a video, or just send a tip, Amazon Gift Cards are the way I buy supplies for content making! 🙂

I've never posted any of them before, but I've actually written a bunch of short Omo stories, and one very, very long Omo story that has taken me years and that I hope to one day release. It's 12 chapters so far, probably 2/3rds done, with a detailed world and character development and all that, and it's very important to me. This is none of those stories. I wrote this in about 2 hours. I did not worry about character development or concern myself with writing a unique story. What happened is basically, after @KimAustad's request for hypnosis stories, I ended up writing a scenario for her, and then found that I had some lingering 'hypnosis on the brain' that I needed to unload. So, to try something different, I wrote this, proofread it once, and I'm posting it here before I can stop myself. This is chapter 1 of however many chapters i feel like writing about this character. Maybe it's the only one. Have fun. The boy leaned in close to the fire for emphasis, letting the flames cast what he imagined was an eerie light over his face. When he continued speaking, it was the same grandiose, conspiratorial murmur that he had been putting on for the last ten minutes. “You know, the government already has the cure for cancer, they just won’t share it because it doesn’t make enough money.” Claire rolled her eyes. Whatever opinions she might hold about the dubious morals of late stage capitalism, she hardly found it likely that the cure for cancer was languishing for lack of a monetary incentive. “You really think so?” asked her friend Amanda excitedly. Claire winced. Amanda was a lot less discerning than her, prone to believing almost whatever nonsense someone suggested to her, as long as they said it with conviction. “Absolutely,” the boy nodded fervently. “They figured this shit out in the 1950s, with sound wave therapy and that kind of thing. But if it won’t sell, they won’t let doctors prescribe it.” Sighing, Claire pulled out her phone, and started browsing idly through social media. She enjoyed going out to parties as much as the next person, but when it came to these tedious conspiracy theories, she couldn't help but get exasperated. How were people this stupid, even now, in the 21st century, when anyone with a brain could look things up on the internet and determine whether they had even a shred of real evidence to support them? Maybe it was narcissism, or maybe it was just true idiocy that allowed people to talk themselves into this garbage, and not stop to question why no one intelligent agreed with them. Claire had been raised to question things that have no evidence, like conspiracy theories, and religion, and believe in the things that did, like science and technology. She also believed in structured, empirical debate - the cornerstone of the career in law she dreamed of one day pursuing - and so had no patience for the free-form rambling of stoned college sophomores. “…And then, when doctors get too close to finding the truth, the government sends hypnotists to make them forget what they’ve learned!” Claire couldn’t take it. She had to say something. “Seriously? Hypnosis? Are you hearing yourself right now?” she asked incredulously. Some of the people around the fire chuckled. Apparently, hypnosis was a bridge too far for a number of them too. The conspiracy boy was unfazed. “Of course. Hypnosis is real. Haven’t you ever seen the videos?” Claire snorted. “I’ve seen videos of charlatans with eager volunteers who want hypnosis to be real, yea. Anyone will pretend they’re a bird if you get them up on a stage and pump them up a bit.” Her opponent was gearing up for a response, but before he could say anything, a new voice spoke up. “Well… That’s not real hypnosis, but hypnosis IS real...” A small, dark haired boy with gloomy eyes was sitting near the back of the circle, looking almost surprised to hear his own voice. Claire recognized him from some of her classes, but she didn't know his name. She turned to him instead. “What does real hypnosis look like then? Because I’ve never seen it.” The boy looked off to the side nervously, but he stuck to his story. “It’s complicated… I’m not going to tell… these people… but I could show you… if you want.” Even in the dark, Claire could definitely see him blushing. Was this just his fairly sad attempt to get her alone to talk to him? She supposed he was kind of cute, in a nerdy way, but not someone she had ever had any interest in talking to. His face was always buried in a laptop, and she doubted he had much experience talking to girls. “What’s so complicated about it?” she asked him bluntly. “Why can’t you just show everyone?” The people around the fire looked at him expectantly, and he looked at his feet uncomfortably. “It needs to be one on one… If there’s too many people, it won’t work,” he explained, quietly. Claire cringed. “I’m not going to go do ‘one on one’ hypnosis with you, sorry. You realize how creepy that sounds, right?” The boy stared at the ground, looking chastised. But just when it looked like that might be the end of it, Amanda piped up. “I could come with you!” she yelled excitedly. “Then it won’t be so awkward!” An enthusiastic smile was beaming from underneath her button nose. Claire just groaned. Unsurprisingly, Amanda didn’t seem to know the definition of ‘one on one.” Apparently, it wasn’t that important though, because the boy perked up. “Actually, that might work… You could at least come and witness it… I have to get my laptop out of the car though…” Claire couldn’t believe it. Was she really getting roped into this? She could see Amanda brimming with excitement, and knew she was stuck. Once Amanda got this worked up about something, she always made it happen. Sighing, Claire stood up from the circle. “I’m going inside then, I’ll meet you there.” And so, after a few minutes, Claire, Amanda, and the black haired boy found themselves holed up in a small, dark guest bedroom, barely large enough for the three of them, ready to experiment with “real hypnosis.” The boy, who’s name, it turned out, was Collin, fumbled with his laptop, while Claire sighed with boredom. The decor in the bedroom was tasteless and moldy, with blankets that had probably been passed down for several generations, and a forgotten portrait of some catholic saint or another adorning the peeling wallpaper. It would have been unbearably awkward if not for Amanda’s clueless exuberance. “This is so exciting! My cousin was hypnotized once. A magician had her come up on stage, and he swung a pendant and counted down from 10, and then she said she couldn’t remember. But apparently she danced a perfect salsa in front of everyone!” “Amanda,” groaned Claire, her head in her hands. “Even Collin already said that that’s not real hypnosis. Your cousin was just really into the magic show.” “But she didn’t know how to dance salsa, and then she did!” To Claire’s relief, Collin interrupted before this debate could really get going. “Ok… sorry it took so long, I had to log in to my VPN and get Tor set up… But it’s ready now.” Over his shoulder, Claire could see a forum page that looked straight out of 2006, almost illegibly formatted with dark text over dark backgrounds. An image of something vaguely spiral shaped was opened up in one corner. She was starting to get an idea of what was going on now. Collin must have gone down some deep web rabbit hole, and ended up convincing himself that THIS was the true hypnosis, and now he was going to try it on her. There was a brief silence. “So… Are you going to hypnotize me or what?” “What should be the goal for the hypnosis?” asked Collin. “I don’t know,” grumbled Claire, “can’t you just make me think I’m a cow or something? Get some good moos, and Amanda can take a cellphone video, and we can get on with our lives?” Collin shook his head. “No… no, it’s much harder to get people to actively DO things… with real hypnosis, it’s easier to get people NOT to do things, if that makes any sense.” Amanda was hanging on to every word, but Claire was nonplussed. “No, not really. Have you actually done this on anyone, anyway?” “Only my sister…” “And what did you make her do - er, not do?” Collin smirked. “I got her to stop being so mean to me. She doesn’t even remember being hypnotized. Basically, I just had her forget how much she hates me, and she stopped being such a bitch.” Unbelievable, thought Claire. Absolutely insane. Collin’s ‘proof’ that hypnosis works was that his sister was being nicer to him? She would have been nicer to her brother too, if she had one, and he was so desperate for attention that he was resorting to hypnosis. Still, she decided not to say anything, and just get this over with. Besides, Amanda had clearly not had the same reaction, because she was staring with rapt attention, eyes wide underneath her strawberry blonde curls, knees bouncing up and down like crazy. “Amanda. Amanda! Can you stop fidgeting like that, you’re shaking the bed.” “Sorry,” said Amanda. “You know me, I get excited and I can’t sit still!” “Well, control yourself. How am I supposed to be hypnotized if I’m experiencing a localized earthquake?” “Sorry,” said Amanda again. She crossed her legs tightly. Claire groaned. “Do we need to stop while you go pee?” Amanda blushed. “I can wait. You don’t need to ask me that all the time, you know.” “Oh please. I’ve known you your whole life, I know the signs.” Collin looked on with raised eyebrows, looking somewhat flabbergasted. Claire figured that this conversation was probably not what he imagined banter between college girls to center around, but Amanda was a special case. Claire supposed she should stop embarrassing her friend, but then again, it was Amanda’s idea to even be here, and when she thought about that her sympathy vanished. She turned to Collin. “She’s always been like this Collin, she gets distracted, and then she gets stubborn and then, well, I’ll let you guess what happens next.” Amanda looked at her furiously. “Shut up. It’s not my fault I have a small bladder.” Claire smirked. “You’re also 20. When are you planning to finish potty training, age 30?” “Shut UP!” “Ok,” Collin said nervously, “you two have some things to work out… but we’re supposed to be figuring out a prompt for hypnosis.” “Why don’t you hypnotize Amanda instead, and try to help her remember to go to the bathroom more often,” Claire said, with an evil grin. The whole thing was so stupid at this point, she couldn’t even pretend to take it seriously. “You heard what he said, he can’t make people do things they don’t know how to do.” Amanda interjected angrily. She turned to Collin. “I know, can you make it so that Claire always forgets to go to the bathroom when she has to pee? Then maybe she'll have some sympathy.” Claire burst out laughing, but Collin frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… that could really be a problem for her…” “No, it’s perfect,” giggled Claire. “I bet even hypnotized I’d have better bladder control than Amanda.” Collin looked hesitant, but Amanda had fire in her eyes now. “Bet. Well, you heard her. Do it! Or are you scared it won’t work?” Even though his biggest supporter was now turning on him, Collin tried once more to inject a note of caution. “It’s a funny idea, but… I don’t want to do anything mean… if she starts having accidents, it will be a real problem, and I don’t want to be responsible for that.” “It’s not going to be a problem,” Claire snorted, “because hypnosis is fake. So go ahead, show me your spiral jpeg or whatever and let me out of this dusty room.” Whether it was because of Claire’s repeated disparaging of hypnosis, or Amanda’s badgering, Collin finally relented. “Alright, everyone calm down. We need to create a soothing, peaceful environment, or it won’t work. Claire, try to stop laughing, Amanda, try to stop fidgeting.” It seemed that now that it was finally time for the hypnosis, Collin was finding his confidence. He indicated to Claire that she should lie down in bed, and told Amanda to go stand in the corner. Once the girls had done as they were told, he placed the laptop down next to Claire’s face, with the spiral graphic blown up to fill the screen. “Ok. Make yourself comfortable. I want you to take deep breaths, long and slow, and keep doing it until you feel your heart rate dropping. In the meantime, work on emptying your mind. We are going to enter your subconscious, and rearrange it.” Claire did as she was told. Even though she didn’t believe in hypnosis, intellectual rigor demanded that she give it the fairest attempt possible. “Good, Claire, good.” Collin leaned over, and pressed something on the laptop. The spiral image, which had previously been stationary and kind of stupid looking, started to oscillate, waving and shimmering in and out. It didn’t even look much like a spiral anymore - the colors were changing too, and Claire couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Somewhere, she could hear Collin’s voice droning on, but she didn’t know what he was saying. After an unknown amount of time, he came back into focus, and the tone of his voice had changed. “You are staring down a long, dark hallway. There are doors all the way down, but we are not going to open them yet. When I say so, you can begin walking, one foot in front of the other. We are going to make our way deeper into the recesses of your mind. You don’t need to be afraid. Are you ready? Good. Let’s go.” The bedroom was gone. Amanda seemed to have disappeared. All that Claire could see was a long hallway in front of her, and there was nothing to do but begin to make her way down it. “You’re doing great Claire. We’re getting very deep now. Let’s open up the door on your right and take a look. Are you ready? Good.” Claire opened the door, and strode serenely inside. The room was infinite in size and complexity. Tall, black boxes with innumerable wires going in and out of them stretched beyond the horizon, with flashing lights occasionally blinking on their faces. She wandered over to one of them, inspecting it curiously. Then, without thinking, she grabbed one of the cables hanging down, and ripped it out. “Well done, Claire. That was very good. You’ve removed one of the connections between your brain, your bladder, and your higher reasoning skills. We’re going to be here a while, because there are a lot of these, and we need to find all of them. Do you think you can do that?” Claire nodded enthusiastically. “Very good Claire… Very good.” Claire’s body lay motionless on the stiff mattress for a long time, while the Claire inside her head wandered around, slowly deprogramming the inner workings of her mind. By the time she was done, and the bedroom started to come back into focus, Claire had no idea how much time had passed. Amanda was still standing in the corner, chewing on her fingernails, eyes as wide as dinner plates, and the spiral image on the laptop was just a spiral again. Claire blinked, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her eyes. A sliver of drool had wet the pillow beneath her, and she wiped her chin off quickly, embarrassed. No one seemed to know what to say. “Did it work?” asked Amanda, finally. Claire looked at Collin, who shrugged. “We won’t know if it worked right away. She needs to get a full night’s sleep and let her brain process the rewiring.” Amanda looked a little deflated, but Claire felt her confidence start to come back. It seemed that Collin knew how to run a good meditation, because she had really been out of it for a moment there. But now, when asked for real results, he was stalling for time. Claire, still feeling relaxed from the trance, decided not to be mean. “I guess we’ll just have to see,” she said patiently. “Thanks for trying, it was… different, if nothing else.” With nothing else to do, the trio exited the bedroom. Amanda made a beeline for the bathroom, while Claire waited outside. She didn’t really need to go herself, not like Amanda, who she figured would probably have peed her pants if the hypnosis kept going much longer. Instead, she grabbed a glass of water. She’d had a little vodka earlier, not much, but she didn’t want any kind of a hangover. The party was winding down, and once Amanda was done, the two of them started heading back to their dorm. “So did you get hypnotized?” asked Amanda eagerly, now that Collin was gone. “I don’t know,” said Claire, truthfully. “Probably not, because hypnosis is fake. But it was pretty relaxing.” “You were totally out of it,” said Amanda breathlessly. “Like, you were barely breathing even. You didn’t move like forever.” “I guess,” Claire admitted. “But that’s not hypnosis necessarily. I mean, I never said meditation wasn’t real.” “You don’t know if it was hypnosis or not,” Amanda chastised her. “Collin said we wouldn’t know until tomorrow.” “Right,” Claire laughed. “Well, I’m going to bed. I can at least get a good night’s sleep out of this while I’m still all hypnotized or whatever. Maybe Collin should try working with insomniacs, I’m exhausted.” “Wait, Claire,” Amanda stopped her, biting her lip, a look of concern on her face. “Yea?” “Do you think… maybe… should you get some diapers before class tomorrow? You know, in case the hypnosis worked.” Claire looked at her in disbelief. “Amanda. Seriously. Listen to yourself. I’m not going to need diapers. Where would I get diapers anyway? It’s the middle of the night.” “Oh.. yea… Well, you should set an alarm to remind yourself to go to the bathroom at least.” Claire opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. There was no helping some people. “Sure Amanda, good idea. I’ll do that.” She was definitely not going to do that. The two girls said goodnight, and Claire was asleep before she hit the pillow. The next morning was Monday, and Claire’s first class, The Physics of Sound, was bright and early at 8:30. It seemed that the effects of the hypnosis had lingered, because Claire’s good night’s sleep had been a little too good. By the time she woke up, she was running uncharacteristically late. Speeding around her dorm, she collected her books, threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, ran a comb through her straight brown hair and hopped on her bike. She figured she had just enough time to swing by the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, plus one to go. But she was not quite right about that, and by the time she walked into the lecture hall, class had already started. Her professor glared at her disapprovingly and she performed the walk of shame over to her seat. “Well, now that even the less punctual among us have decided to grace us with their presence,” he griped sarcastically, “we can hopefully discuss the properties of sound waves without any more distractions.” Claire blushed. Her professor was being melodramatic, but she prided herself on being punctual and organized, so his words still stung. Stupid hypnosis, she thought. It seemed like the only thing it had accomplished was the minor annoyance of putting her behind the 8-ball to start her Monday. As the lecture got going, Claire forgot completely about hypnosis, lateness, or anything else, and focused on sipping coffee and taking notes. The class wasn’t something for her major, but it was an engaging enough topic, and Claire always took her studies seriously. Her mind was totally consumed with sine waves, and the velocity of sound through different mediums, and the frequencies of different overtones. The only thing that was odd was that she was unusually fidgety for some reason - maybe that second cup of coffee had been a bit too much, and the caffeine was hitting harder than usual. She’d been so groggy from oversleeping, and eager to shake herself out of the funk, but now she was crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing up and down, playing with her hair… She was reminding herself of Amanda. She even caught a few people glancing in her direction. Frustrated, she straightened herself out, took a deep breath, and focused back on the lecture. After class, she could get some water, and have some food, and that would probably dilute the unruly concentration of caffeine. Plus she could take a walk and just try to burn off some of this energy. It was a little past the halfway point in class when something happened that, in retrospect, made the fidgeting make a lot more sense. Claire didn’t really know what she was feeling at first. It seemed to be getting very warm between her legs, starting from her underwear, quickly enveloping her butt, and then surging along the bottoms of her thighs. Had she spilled her coffee? No, the coffee was still on her desk, and it was empty anyway. She looked down, staring in puzzled disbelief at the stain actively spreading across her lap. The hot liquid was running down her calves now. A trickling sound was coming from below her, as the liquid overflowed the bench and splashed onto the floor, drawing the eyes of classmates nearby. One of them covered her mouth in shock. Only then did it dawn on Claire what was happening. If there was a playbook for how to react to suddenly discovering that you’re wetting yourself in class, Claire had never studied it. She let out a loud, involuntary yelp of surprise, drawing even more eyes, and grabbed herself fiercely between her thighs, clenching at the soaked denim with desperation and causing the stain to grow even larger around her hand. It was both ineffective and far too late. There was no stopping her bladder until it was empty. Still actively peeing her pants, Claire flung her books into her bag in one motion and just ran for it, a dripping, headlong dash for freedom, ears ringing and cheeks blazing. She didn’t stop until she had reached the bathroom, where she flung herself down on the toilet, ripped off her pants, and… nothing, really. It was all over. She hadn’t even been close. Claire was too shocked to cry right then. She wiped herself automatically, flushed the toilet, and pulled her pants back up. Her jeans were so thoroughly soaked that at first, the drips down her legs made her think that she had started peeing again. There was no point in trying to dry herself off, or wasting any more time in this bathroom. With her brain in crisis mode, Claire quickly realized that the best she could do was head back to her dorm as quickly as possible, before the first block of classes ended, and even more people saw her. Tying her sweatshirt around her waist, she scurried outside to her bike, leaving wet footprints along the way, and slung her saturated legs up over the seat. As she pedaled, her mind was blank, too traumatized to properly consider what had happened. More students pointed and whispered as she passed, on the street, and then in the hallway to her dorm. But it was all a blur. Reaching her room and slamming the door behind her, she peeled her jeans off like clingwrap, toweled off her legs, pulled on a pair of pajamas, flung herself into bed, and finally allowed herself to cry.

Trigger warning if you are afraid of Bugs. "You are getting veeeeeeeerrryyyyy sleeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyy oooooooh" Johnson said as he waved around a gigantic spinning disk that had a black and white spiral painted onto it. "Knock it off John. I'm telling you it's not working" Sarah scoffed. She was sitting in the chair in front of John for the past hour. "Your stupid device isn't working. I'm not getting any sleepier." "Look, you came to me looking for help right? So let me just do my thing. Complaining's not gonna get anything done." John says with a sigh, tossing the device a small pile of various devices containing spirals of all kinds. "Look I know I said I had problems with sleeping but really it's not such a big deal that we have to go through all this." Sarah says as she crosses one leg over the other. "C-can't I just go take a little bathroom break? Maybe that's why it's not working." "Nah I'm so close. I can just feel it. I'm sure if we keep going I'll figure it out somehow! I have one more device. Then we can call it, ok?" "Mmmm" Sarah frowned...swishing her cheeks as she began thinking about it, closing her eyes and losing herself to deep thought as she switched the positioning of her legs, tapping and fidgeting with her fingers as they rest against her elbows...she lets out an elongated, heavy sigh as she finally opens her eyes. "....Fine...One more try...that's it." "Awesome! You won't regret it. I promise!" John said, his face lighting up like a tree on Christmas as he ran to his closet. "It's going to be around here somewhere, I just know it is." John tells himself as Sarah leans back in her chair, observing the celling of her dear friends attic. John's a good guy. He can be a little pushy at times but he always meant well. Just like he did here. This was all to help her finally get a good nights rest with the upcoming storm that approached. All while such thoughts swirled around her head she noticed something glimmering and shining on the celling. She was never particularly afraid of bugs, but anyone would grow a little weary if they saw a spider crawling down from its web to dangle right infront of your face. Sarah blew on it softly, trying to blow it away from her face, in doing so all she managed to do was cause it to swing back and forth before her eyes. Sarah sighed in annoyance, distracting herself from her hurting bladder by watching the spider as it swayed back and forth before her eyes, finding it helped relieve some of the pressure she felt on her lower body and making it so much easier for her to simply breathe. "Almost there. I know I've got to have something else in here that I can use! I just know it! I'll find it! I promise!" John said, still fishing around inside his closet as Sarah continued watching the spider swing back and forth before her eyes...eventually feeling herself grow more drowsy, her eyes losing focus as her jaw began to unhinge.. "AH HA...FINALLY FOUND IT! Ok I swear this is going to be the o-" John said as he turned back to face Sarah to find her laying against her chair, letting release all control of her muscles like a puppet with no strings. Her jaw lay slack against her chest, her eyes were glossy and blank as if her soul had been sucked out of her body. John looked over Sarah's body in surprise, wondering what it was that hypnotized her, or how deep she truly was in a trance. He starts walking towards her, reaching a hand outward to try and pick up her hand, see how relaxed her body was. He quickly found his answer as a faint hissing sound filled the room. He backed away slowly, watching as his dear friends pants began filling up like a balloon, a small bubble forming right in between her legs before suddenly letting out a small pop as fluids began spilling all over the edge of her chair, flowing out onto the floor boards. Did she even realize what happened? It wasn't clear. This would require some further analysis....some further testing if you will.

Hello Folks Hope you doing good , I posting here , to share such real and genuine clips or scene for ladies (female) whome very desperate to urinates wether they in public, or waiting there turn to getin to do loo, or maybe they holding its till last moment they can , or maybe getting to toilet super desperate to relieve. I don't know if they policy accept that here , but I guess this is the most hot thing of fetish, basically it's title of this forum. I also need you all share all new and special scene here . Voyeur_of_woman_abou...id.com.mp4 Thanks in advance guys

Last night I had a really strange dream. I was at a motel with a swimming pool and was looking around my motel room for the diapers i had brought on the trip. Once my friends left the room, I grabbed the plastic backed, plain white diapers and headed out to the pool. It was very dark out and the pool was closed, but i managed to slide past the gate and climb up into the small waterslide tube and put on my diaper. Then, I opened my phone and began playing a wetting desperation hypnosis track and overtime began to feel a strong urge to wet. eventually I let go, and began flooding my diaper. about a quarter-way through my wetting i woke up from my dream in bed and noticed that I had wet my pajamas a little. I climbed out of bed, changed myself and went back to bed after struggling to fall asleep for about an hour.

The loud sound just outside the window was akin to a jumpscare, the darkness of the night suddenly lit up as if a lighthouse had shone its sea light across the surface of the window, and just a moment later, a loud crack, akin to the sound of whip, yet a thousand times louder, sounded out in the otherwise silent night sky. Wednesday shuddered, her eyes fluttering open just in time for the second strike, which caused her to jump, hitting her head off of the head rest of her bed. Her noise had been loud enough to wake up her brother in the bed just beside her, and as she looked to her side, she was greeted with two, light green eyes staring straight back at her, which was enough for her to frighten her, and she squealed, the noise emitting only a second before she covered her mouth, her brother immediately trying to shush her. "Shhh! Wednesday, if you wake up mom and dad up.." The two had only just turned eighteen, and routinely, Wednesday had started to wet the bed in turn. Though it was for good reason, she was terrified!! Her and her brother were closeted transgenders, and that meant that..the longer they left coming out, the higher the risk that they wouldn’t be able to fix what they felt was wrong with them. And that was a feeling like no other, one akin to a ship sinking. She bit her lip as she tried to lay back down to sleep. But she couldn’t, it was hard, and her nightmares were only getting worse recently. Every-time she closed her eyes, she could see the stuff of actual nightmares, and it was scary, terrifying even. Austin looked over, and with a swift movement, had slipped out of his duvet, and was picking out his makeup kit from under his bed. "I…it’s late, so you haven’t got long, but…i know how much you love doing it, and that it helps you calm down, so." With a swift hand, she placed it down on Wednesday’s bedside drawer. It was funny, actually. Austin had helped her pick her name, after a lot of thinking and arguments about if it was, what they knew it was. And she had always loved one girl who seemed to be able to do it all, fearless, unafraid of the future. Wednesday Addams. Her parents, in her thoughts, should’ve already known, after all, they’d knew since they were just kids that something was wrong, and their parents should’ve realised what was up when they both ran in opposite directions on their joint birthday. When Austin ran towards the trucks and action figures, no one batted an eye. 'She’ll be a tough girl, that one!' 'Ooh, she’s a bit of a tomboy, isn’t she Larry?' But no, when Wednesday ran towards the barbie dolls and dresses, everyone lost their shit. She shuddered at the memory, and the aftermath of all that happened, she hated her past, with a growing passion, and didn’t like thinking about it. And so she sat there, fitting her makeup on as she quietly hummed along to Lady Gaga’s 'Just Dance'. Morning came soon enough, and for the third night in a row, she woke up to the worst thing she could have. A wet bed, sodden to the touch, and her bladder, weak and all but empty. Another nightmare. Another day, more suffering. Getting ready for school was already dysphoric, she had to wear clothes she absolutely despised. Boxers, trousers…But now she had to wear a hoodie to hide her growing hair, just so her parents wouldn’t want to cut it? She truly hated it all, but what else could she do? As she rushed out of the front door, her brother quickly followed her, grabbing her shoulder tightly to turn her around. "Wednesday." He’d say quietly, double checking that he had closed the door, before he looked back, a soft smile crossing his features. "Here." He passed her a necklace, it was soft to touch, and shone in the sunlight, it was a small heart, with the words 'Love you, always.' Engraved crudely across the surface. She hadn't smiled so much in about a year, maybe two. And couldn’t help but hug her brother tightly, being clearly stronger due to biology, she almost crushed him. And then, shoulder to shoulder, together, they walked together, hoping that just maybe, they would be able to survive the last year. Hey everyone!! just thought i’d write a little introductory chapter so i can see what everyone thinks of the new story, i decided to try a different route for this, but i think i did good by introducing the main characters first ❤️ if people want more, the next chapter will be longer and way more content filled, love you all!! Enjoy!

My name is Emily ❤️ Omorashi Kinnda took over a bit of my life..I want to explore my kink quite bad and i think this means Im going to need a dom for the type of person i am and play i want I am WAY nervous and really shy and timid and a bit of a Brat so id love to find someone who can help keep that in order .... so my questions are ❤️ how easy it is to find a dom? ❤️ how my desires and Fantasys can allign with someone else who is also into this kink! ❤️ how unrealistic is it to be able to engage with another person while they are holding!

”Yes Miss” answered Charlie as the chairwoman of Diapers corp asked her to help button up her plastic body suit covering her upper half and diaper tightly accentuating her curvy figure but giving a hint of fine firm buttocks exposing her legs and to just above her matching thigh high boots. “I my Charlie you need a change” “yes Miss it’s been a long day I just haven’t had time” “it’s ok baby tell you what take a break get one of the girls to clean you up and you and me and maybe Susan can have fun after my meeting?” “I’d like that Miss”. Hmmm another evening of pleasuring the Chair was too much for Charlie she knew her diaper would burst. She walked off down the corridor in see thru yellow plastic panties and training bra and tried to remember life before and wondered why she didn’t Miss it. Life when she was Charles and Susan's boyfriend. Charlie loved Susan but ever since she joined the Diaperss Corp she seemed distance and no longer interested in him. he knew she was trialing new vitamins and wondered if that was the reason. Then the bad news “sorry hun but I don’t love you anymore I have something more important” “another man, girl?” “I’m sorry you wouldn’t understand”. Charlie couldn’t get over it and when an opening for a contractor opened up at Pampers Corp he couldn’t help himself he somehow was successful. He spent too much time trying to get Susan's attention than to care for the 99% female staff all wearing strange revealing plastic uniforms, but she seemed high up and unreachable then an opportunity he needed to work on the computer system in the executive level. Whilst trying to work he saw Susan she was wearing a clear plastic bikini, with thigh high boots and a clear plastic waistcoat “Susan it’s me let’s talk..are you wearing a diaper?” “you shouldn’t be here” “I’m working I just wanted to talk” “I have nothing to say to you” and she walked through a door saying Restricted area! Charlie repeated this everytime he saw Susan and the third time Susan was accompanied by two tall women in black plastic suits padded around the bottom who appeared to be security “Sir desist if you want to keep your job” “I’m friends I just wanted to talk” “this is your final warning there will be consequences”! Charlie was angry, what was happening behind that door? as he was working in the security system he knew he could find a way in! He waited for his chance and quickly using the copied pass he made earlier he opened the door and entered the restricted area. What he saw was unexpected. He saw a long corridors with glass windowed rooms similar to a hospital in the first window a woman was strapped to a chair necked but for a diaper watching a video of swirling images and words with diapers flashing, the second room was a woman appearing to have her diaper changed in front of a group of other women, in the third a group of women in clear plastic panties were standing in front of another scream similar to room one but suddenly they all simultaneously soiled their panties in unison, another girl was squatting over a vibrating ball covered in electrodes. “What the hell is going on?” “We are creating a new world” Charlie jumped Susan and he two guards were right behind him “seize him” suddenly Charlie was grabbed and felt a sharp pinprick in his neck “sorry but you know too much baby” was all he heard as he felt drowsy and went dark!… “Hello Charlie” “I’m Charlie” “sure you are baby” Charlie struggled he was in a medical room strapped to a bed, bottles drips and machines were everywhere as well as two plastic suited doctors also in diapers “what the hell are you doing” “oh just a little experiment for our research” it was the chairwoman wearing a similar outfit to Susan but blue and also showing off her breasts and diaper “what is this place what are you doing” “liberating the women of the world you’ll soon understand” “your crazy let me go” “oh we will but not just yet, you see your appointment here wasn’t just lucky chance Susan here recommended you as a subject” “you see when we free womankind what do we do with the men?” Said Susan smiling. This is a test remember those trial vitamins I gave you? Well they contained a special hormone mix that’s slowly been changing your gender” “what your crazy” to his horror he realized that the gradual fattening of his thighs and the slow development of breasts were not due to a lack of exercise “oh god what gave you done to me” “oh we haven’t finished yet”! “At your leisure doctors“ “yes Miss”. Charlie awoke couldn’t remember how much time had elapsed but he remembered visiting the rooms, diapers and then Susan walked into the room. “How do you feel sweetly?” “Umm different” he wondered what had happened to his voice “stand up and look Charlie” Charlie stood up and took a few steps and saw the mirror what he saw was not Charles but an attractive woman with Charlies shortish hair, but with curved hips, firm breasts and tight stomach In nothing but an adult diaper “what have you done?” “Fixed you baby” Charles walked to the mirror inspecting his new body, he had to admit he or she was pretty “but why the diapers?” “Oh you’ll soon see now Miss wants to see you come with me”. They walked to a door at the end of the corridor into the boardroom four woman including the chair woman seated wearing see through plastic petticoats, firm breasts visible through the plastic.”hello Charlie how do we feel” “you won’t get away with this I’ll tell the world!” “Oh I see and what will you do?” “I’ll oh god what’s happening” suddenly the sound of hissing and gurgling wet farting noises filled the boardroom emanating from below Charlie’s waist! She sank to her knees feeling what and confused and unable to stop herself exploring the throbbing sensation between her legs she had never experienced before . Miss got to her feet walked over to Charlie and stroked her her as she rolled her head back arching her back her right hand down the front of her diaper her lady hand squeezing the mushy padded bottom. “You see sweetly we already have got away with it! ”we’ll it works ladies we can do it for certain cases but only the ones with the right skills, we need to work out how to control the rest of the males!”

My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare By: Heather23 Chapter 1 - Introduction By now most of you probably know me as this is the 5th story I have posted on my interesting life as a diaper slave. My name is Kim and I am married to Chris. We both like to experiment sexually and many times that means there is a diaper slave theme to our play. I have turned the tables on Chris and tricked him into being my slave, but he has a way of getting even. My recent adventure was one of those times where Chris got even and I have been instructed to share the adventure with you. Why Chris wanted to get even and punish me is not that important. However, it revolved around a silly argument on where we would spend our next vacation. At the time of our little spat, I thought I had won and that Chris was (reluctantly) agreeing to take me to a spa in California. I didn't have any idea at the time that this was not just any ordinary spa and that Chris had this trip in the works for some time. Chapter 2 - We depart for Sunny California & Arrive at the Spa The day we departed on our trip I still had no idea that Chris was playing a real trick on me. I was so excited to be going to the resort and enjoying the spa that I was oblivious to everything else. Often we bring some baby clothes or bondage items on our trips so we can role play, but Chris didn't bring anything this time and it never registered with me that anything was out of the ordinary. I had no idea that Chris had something up his sleeve. We arrived in Southern California, got our rental car, and headed for the spa. After a fairly lengthy drive we arrived at a very large, nice house. It looked like a quaint bed and breakfast type of inn. Chris grabbed our bags and we headed for the front door. I rang the door and a young woman answered and let us in. This was my first clue that this may not be an ordinary bed and breakfast establishment. The girl was wearing a maid's outfit, but one you might see more in a men's magazine than at an inn. It appeared to be made out of a vinyl material because it was very shiny. It was also very noticeably short and when she turned to show us in, I could clearly see her ruffled panties peaking out from under the outfit. I looked over at Chris and gave him "my look." He just smiled. What was in store for me? We followed the girl to a study. She asked us if we wanted something to drink and served us two ice teas. The girl never left the room so I really couldn't ask Chris what was going on. After a short wait, another woman entered the room and it appeared she was a person of authority. The maid curtsied to the woman when she entered. Strange again, I thought to myself. The woman introduced herself as Madam Nicole and was the owner of the inn. We both introduced ourselves and then she said that she had been expecting us. Nicole started the conversation by asking: "Does Kim know why she is here today?" "No," Chris replied. "Good...I find it best when a new person is brought to our "spa," that she finds out for herself how nice our services and accommodations really are." Nicole went on, "there are some formalities to take care of and then we will start the spa treatments as you requested." At no time did she really even talk to me. All of her attention and conversation was directed to Chris and I thought it was a bit rude on her part. Nicole had us sit down in front of her desk and she pulled out a file. Nicole began to discuss some details with Chris. "I see that you requested a 5 day spa package for Kim." "Yes," Chris answered. "I also see we have received payment so all I need is to have you both sign the release papers." "Release papers?" I asked. "It is just a formality, dear." "We can never be too sure who we are caring for in this litigious society we are in and it is best that we get your signatures so we can provide you with the very best service." The release stated that the Inn would be held harmless to all kinds of legal mumble jumble. It did state that once the treatments began, then they would continue without interruption until the end of the person's prescribed stay. Chris signed the papers and I reluctantly put my signature on the forms as well. "Very good," Nicole stated. "We can now take very good care of your little Kimberly during her visit." I started to sense that Chris would not be staying at the inn and that was confirmed to me when Chris got up to leave. Nicole stated that she would be right back and walked Chris out of the room. I took the chance to ask the maid some questions, but she would not answer me. Finally she stated, "Madam Nicole does not allowed me to talk to her guests unless she gives me permission." OK, what did I get myself into? Chapter 3 - I am introduced to my new quarters and house rules Madam Nicole came back to the study almost immediately. The maid again curtsied when Nicole came into the room. I just sat there waiting to see what was in store for me next. I didn't have to wait long. "I see Kimberly, that you are a really beautiful girl." "Chris said that you were." "He also said that you had a behavior problem and had to get your own way." I disagreed with her assessment. "According to Chris, you demanded a spa vacation and wanted to be pampered." "Chris said that his desire for a trip to Alaska was ignored by you." I was going to argue my point, but realized that it was pointless. "First things first," Nicole said. Nicole introduced me to her maid, Emily. She then asked Emily to bring a pair of mittens for me to try on. "Chris told me that the two of you have acted out some fantasies in the past and that you might enjoy a little role playing," Nicole said. "Actually, role playing is part of your spa treatments," she added. "Here, slip your hands into these mittens," Nicole said with authority. Why I did it, I will never know, but I slipped my hands into the waiting mittens like I was told. The outside of the mittens were made of leather and dyed a pretty light blue color. As the mittens were pushed onto my hands, I was forced to form a fist in order that the mittens could fully slip over my hands. Each fist felt like it was incased in a hard plastic ball, concealed under the blue leather mittens. I tried to move my fingers, but couldn't get them to move encased as they were. The whole process happened so quickly, but Emily held my hands out while Madam Nicole took a small, odd shaped tool and tightened a small bolt on the mitten at my wrist. As she turned the small bolt, I could feel a soft band tightening inside the mitten around my wrist. Nicole checked to make sure the mitten wasn't going to come off by pulling on it. I tried to struggle some, but I immediately stopped when Nicole, without warning, slapped me across my face. "You, little Kimberly, have a lot to learn in 5 days!" I stopped my struggles. She took her time and inserted the tool into the other mitten and tightened it around my wrist as well. I looked down at the leather mittens and they looked like two round leather balls hiding my hands. "Very good, Kim, you will wear these mittens during the beginning of your training." "You will not be able to do much for yourself, but then you wanted to be 'pampered,' didn't you," she said with a sarcastic grin. "It is time to go over a few house rules." <dir> <dir> "Kim, you will be here 5 days. You signed a contract for 5 days and I am obligated to keep you here the full time. It is useless to ask to leave. Any request will have to be ignored or I will not be living up to the agreement that you and Chris signed. You are not allowed to ask questions and in fact can not speak unless spoken to first. Every, and I mean EVERY, infraction of the rules will be dealt with in the strictest manner. Further, it goes without saying, but every command I give you will be followed without the slightest hesitation on your part. Chris asked that we ensure your sexual purity while you are in our care and we will abide by his wishes. If I think you have touched yourself in a sexual manner, you will be punished. The mittens secured on your hands will help you refrain from touching yourself and you may even like the fact that the mittens will keep you from testing the sexual purity rules. Your "spa treatments" will help you be a better wife to Chris. You wanted "spa treatments" and we will grant you your request. Our spa treatments are quite different from what you may be imagining and are designed to have you learn obedience. I have learned from past guests that by bringing them back to their days of childhood, allows me to teach or retrain them to be the perfect mate. Some of this will come easy to you and at other times we may have to "encourage" your progress. It will serve you best if you are a quick learner and to not cause yourself any extra "spa treatments." The "spa" as you like to call it will be introduced to you shortly. Now, enough of the pleasant chat, it is time to get down to business. Kim, remove your jeans! Oh silly me, you can't with your hands bundled the way they are. I guess we are going to have to do everything for you while you are relearning how to be an obedient wife. Emily, I want you to take Kim up to her "spa" room and dress her appropriately for her stay. </dir> </dir> With that command, Emily came over to me and asked me to lower my head. I felt a leather collar being secured around my neck. She then took a lead and snapped it shut to the ring on the collar. Nicole had more instruction: "Kim, you will call me Madam Nicole or master during your stay." "Now Emily, dear, lead our new guest to her "spa room." I felt a slight tug on the leash and instinctively followed Emily from the study. I reached back to try and touch the buckle on my collar, but the mittens prevented me from doing even the most simplest of tasks. I followed Emily, but felt quite sure that the time would come for my escape. I just had to wait for that perfect opportunity. Chapter 4 - My Spa room was a surprise! I continued to follow Emily up the stairs and then eventually down a hall until we stopped at one of the doors. The door had a glass window. I peered inside and almost fell over with disbelief. I was staring directly into a nursery! My spa room was actually a baby's nursery! My nursery! I pulled away from Emily, but I was easily controlled by the leash held firm in her hand. A sharp tug made me gag and my compliance was immediate. Emily demanded: "Get down on all fours as this is the only way for you to enter your new home!" "I want you to crawl into your nursery!" I got down into a crawling position, but did not budge when she opened the nursery door. Again, she pulled hard on the leash and I was powerless to resist. "Madam Nicole will not like the fact that you have been so disobedient." "You don't know how bad she can make it during your stay so I would suggest that you listen to my commands." The constant tugging on the leash directed me, crawling, into the middle of the room. If I was giving out compliments to a new mother, I would tell her how sweet and beautiful the nursery looked. It was decorated to the hilt. The theme was little animals and the color scheme was the same baby blue on my leather mittens. It was adorable, but also so frightening knowing that this was to be my home for the next 5 days. Chris and I had played numerous baby games, but this was taking our games to a whole new level. It was so realistic, so scary, and yet, so exciting. Emily instructed me further: "I need to get you dressed appropriately for your stay." Madam Nicole has selected some clothes for you to wear." "First, we need to get you out of your clothes and give you a bath after your long day of traveling." I was cooperating, but always looking for a chance to escape. Emily instructed me to lay down on the floor. She reached down and undid my jeans and pulled them from my body. I felt awkward to say the least. It got worse. She then pulled my panties off and teased me by saying goodbye to my "big-girl" panties. With the mittens in place, Emily actually had to cut my shirt from my body and remove my bra. I was totally nude except for the leather mittens, collar, and that awful leash. There was a bathroom attached to the nursery and Emily ran a bath. She never let go of my leash and seemed to enjoy the power she had over me. Once the bath was full, she had me sit in it and she washed me from head to toe. I had to keep my hands in the air so as not to get the leather mittens wet. She left me in the bath, but only after securing the leash to the faucet mechanism. I found it so frustrating. With the leather mittens in place, I was useless to do anything but sit in the tub and be a good girl. It wasn't long before Emily came back to get me from the tub. Emily once again directed me by tugging at my leash. I started to walk from the bathroom, but was pulled sharply down into the crawling position. "Madam Nicole wants you to learn to crawl before you walk..." This was truly an amazing nursery. I was able to concentrate a little better after the initial shock of seeing my nursery. The furniture was bigger than actual baby furniture, but it looked exactly the same. The crib had the traditional white bars. There was a rather long changing table with cabinets and shelves under it. The shelves were piled with all sorts of diapers, both cloth and disposable. I didn't see much in the way of clothing, but I was quite sure that the cabinets contained my new wardrobe. With a prompting from Emily, I was instructed to get up on the large changing table. I did as I was told. I laid down on my back and could feel the plastic sheet under me. Emily didn't ask me to do anything. She simply grabbed each leather bound hand and secured them over my head with the restraints attached to the table. I thought that this was an enormous amount of precaution given the fact that my hands were already useless to me encased in the bondage mittens. My ankles were also secured to the changing table by restraints. I was totally helpless and feeling it too. Next, Emily strapped my thighs to the table with more restraints. I learned why she wanted me so immobilized when she began to lather my most intimate region for a shave. This wasn't a first for me, but it still was quite a frightening ordeal to be shaved in this manner. Emily finished her task and seemed to take pride in her work. I couldn't see anything the way I was lying on my back, but felt her rub my now smooth skin. It felt nice, but she was not about to make it feel too good and bring me sexual relief. I was certain that my clothes were going to be baby clothes and I was not wrong. "Kim, I am now going to diaper you." "Madam instructed me to put you in a disposable diaper and plastic pants so I selected a thick, night-time diaper and blue plastic pants." "Madam will be pleased that you are dressed to match your bondage mittens." My leg and thigh restraints were removed. "Now raise your bottom for me so that I can slide this diaper under you." I thought I had little choice and complied with her request. It felt so strange to have another woman diaper me. Emily was meticulous with her work. She pulled the diaper up between my legs and secured the tabs. The diaper was extremely thick. She then shook out a pair of plastic panties and worked them over my diaper until they were in place. "Now if baby Kimberly needs to wet, she has a nice diaper to protect her." I was mortified by her remark. I was also scarred with the realization that diapers would be a part of my spa treatments. Some spa treatments I thought, but did not dare to complain. Emily selected a plastic romper for me to wear in the same baby blue color. There were little circus animals on it as well. The bottom half of the romper fit like another pair of plastic pants, but had snaps in the crotch between my legs. The top half of the romper fit much like a bib in front, but was bare in the back. She kept the awful collar and leash on me and of course the mittens stayed in place too. There was a mirror in the room and for the first time I could see my transformation. I was dressed exactly like a little baby girl. Emily added some bows to my hair and my transformation was complete. I shuddered to see the baby in the mirror and know that baby was me. "Now it is time for you to see Madam Nicole," Emily said. With a tug of my leash, I followed Emily; crawling as quickly as I could to keep pace. Chapter 5 - My inspection and more rules My crawling ended at the master bedroom door where Emily knocked to let Madam Nicole know of our arrival. Madam instructed us to enter her room. I was led by Emily and her firm grip on my leash to a large playpen in the middle of the room. With some help, I was placed in the oversized playpen. There was a toddler's harness in the playpen and Emily attached it around my body so that it fit firmly around my chest. She took the leash that was attached to my collar and attached it to the harness. There was no need for my collar and it was removed. Madam came over to the playpen and attached the loose end of the leash to a metal ring at the center of the playpen. I felt so helpless looking up at the two women. I was now secured by a simple child's restraint, but had no way to remove it with those awful mittens in place. I was a prisoner in a stupid playpen. "I see my little Kimberly looks like she has been dressed appropriately for her stay at the 'spa,' Madam Nicole snickered. "You look so nice in your little plastic romper." "The bows in your hair are also a very nice touch...good job Emily." "And maybe most importantly, I see that you are now wearing a rather large diaper between your legs." "I hope you appreciate all the hard work Emily did to get you prepared for your stay." "I must inform you of more rules..." <dir> <dir> "You, my little Kimberly, will be kept as a baby for your entire stay at our lovely "spa." That means that you will be kept in a snug diaper throughout the day and all through the night. You will be trained during your stay to wet or possibly even mess your diaper on command. Your diaper is to remain dry until I tell you that you can wet it. You will not be allowed to wet or mess until you have my permission. Either I will check your diaper or Emily will check it to make sure that you are complying with this rule. Understood? (I nodded yes) Whenever you hear the nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb, that will be your queue to wet your diaper. As soon as you hear this nursery rhyme, you will wet your diaper. Understood? (Again, I shook my head yes.) I don't care where you are or what you are doing, when you hear the song, you will wet yourself. Over time this song will trigger a strong response in you that you need to pee. On the contrary, if you hear the song and you don't immediately wet your diaper, there will be consequences for my little baby girl. Another rule is that you will immediately finish all of your baby bottles and baby food when it's given to you. I want to make sure baby isn't dehydrated. You will be given bottles throughout the day and you will even receive a bottle or two at night. You will be able to hold a baby bottle to your mouth with your mittens on, so for now the mittens will stay put. You will also be required to suck on a baby pacifier, but not just any ordinary one. Emily, please put little Kimberly's pacifier in place. </dir> </dir> Emily approached me with a large pacifier and pushed it into my mouth. There were straps attached to the pacifier that Emily secured behind my head. I tried to push the pacifier out of my mouth with my tongue. Both women knew what I was attempting to do and laughed at my clumsy effort. "Kim, you can try all you want to remove the pacifier, but I think you will find the straps to be most effective. With that, Madam Nicole produced my first baby bottle. I wasn't sure how I was suppose to drink it with the enormous pacifier in my mouth. What I learned next was truly amazing. Madam took the baby bottle and pushed the bottle's nipple directly into the corresponding hole in my pacifier. "Now Kim, I want you to hold the bottle the best you can and suck on your pacifier." "If you are doing it right, you should feel the warm milk flowing through your pacifier and down your throat." I did as I was told and indeed started to drink from the bottle. I wanted to stop drinking, but Madam reminded me that I was to finish my bottles in order to be a good girl. "Stay put in your playpen while Madam Nicole and Emily attend to some things." "Don't leave your playpen little girl and don't wet your diaper unless you hear Mary Had a Little Lamb." I was left to finish my bottle and contemplate my predicament. Leave the playpen I thought? Surely they were kidding, but I had to give it a try. I finished my baby bottle, set it down, and decided to test the strength and security of the baby harness. The slack in the harness's leash allowed me to get to the edge of the playpen. I pulled hard on the leash, but it was not going to come lose from where it was bolted at the center of the playpen. I was frustrated. I was securely bound. I was diapered and I was beginning to feel the need to pee. Chapter 6 - My diaper check <dir> <dir> </dir> </dir> I thought either Emily or Madam would be back to check on me, but it wasn't happening. My urge to pee kept growing. I didn't know what would happen if I peed without the silly song as my queue, but I also didn't want to find out what these women were capable of doing to a misbehaving girl. The more I tried to put my need to pee out of my mind, the worse it got. I finally laid down on my stomach and squirmed uncontrollably on the floor of the playpen. I must have been a sight to see...a grown woman, dressed in a plastic romper and diaper trying desperately not to wet herself. My pee didn't start slowly. It seemed to erupt out of my bladder and shoot into my waiting diaper. I continued to wiggle around on my stomach as my diaper quickly warmed from the wetness of my pee. Once I started peeing, I could not stop. The warmth and wetness filled my entire diaper and my wiggling was bringing a mounting sexual feeling between my legs. I was embarrassed and sexually charged at the same time. Maybe the women were watching all along, but it seemed coincidental that they entered the room just as I finished wetting my diaper. "Was Kim a good girl while we were gone?" Madam Nicole asked. "I see that Kim stayed in her playpen as she was told," Emily added. "It looks as if you finished your bottle too, just like a good girl," said Madam. I laid in my wetness knowing what was likely to happen next and unfortunately I was right. "Time to check baby's diaper," said Madam. Emily reached down the back of my romper and placed her hand directly down my plastic pants and into my diaper. "I must report that baby Kimberly has wet her diaper," stated Emily. "I see...it appears that baby can not follow the simplest of rules," said Madam. "Maybe it was a bit too much to ask of a new baby who is not yet diaper trained." I laid in silence wondering what would happen next and cursing my husband who left me to these two women and their bizarre training techniques. Chapter 7 - My first punishment Madam Nicole took charge of telling me what my punishment would be. "First, you will be sent to bed without your usual dinner." "Oh forget it!" "You are going to experience your punishment soon enough...I don't need to give you all the details upfront...it should be more 'fun' for you if you learn firsthand your punishment." "Suffice it to say, you won't be disappointed." I didn't like Madam's sinister way she communicated my early departure to bed. It was Emily's job to get me ready for bed. I was lead back to the nursery; crawling with the stupid child harness directing my path. Oh how I wanted to bolt, but I still had to wait for my opportunity. Being led by a child harness secured to my body, and my hands useless in the bondage mittens, hardly seemed like an opportunity for an escape. I remain frustrated, but determined. Back in the nursery, Emily took charge to get me ready for bed. I once again found myself strapped to the changing table. I was placed in the most humiliating position, on my back, with my knees bent, and my private area fully exposed. Emily did a nice job of powdering my private area and her gentle rubbing of powder into my skin felt incredible. Unfortunately for me, she was not intent on letting me find sexual relief. Unexpectedly, I felt Emily pushing her little finger, coated with petroleum jelly, deep into my back entrance. The feeling of her messaging my ass was incredible. Unfortunately, she abruptly stopped this motion too. She withdrew her finger and I could feel something else pushing on my back entrance. Emily slid something into my asshole. My body tried to expel the new intruder, but Emily quickly pulled a diaper up between my legs and taped it shut. Whatever was in my backside was going to stay put now. Emily continued the diapering process. She carefully cut several slits in the diaper I was wearing. She then put another fresh diaper over the one she just perforated. I was double diapered. I fully expected that she would place me in plastic panties, but she was not done diapering me yet. Again, Emily placed slits in the outermost diaper and then securely taped a third diaper around my bottom. Wow, three diapers! Chris never took those precautions before. On the third diaper she placed packing tape over the tabs to ensure they would not open. Emily asked me to raise my bottom off the table and she proceeded to wrap packing tape completely around the waist of my diaper. This diaper was now very securely in place for the night. Emily produced a pair of large rubber baby pants and pulled them up my legs. I was then released from the table so that Emily could put a pair of one-piece pajamas (complete with the attached footsies) on me. I was instructed to move to the crib and I waddled over the best I could with the extreme bulk between my legs. I stumbled into the crib and Emily put up the side bars. She then swung a barred lid over the top of the crib and locked it in place. In essence I was confined in a baby cage with white bars surrounding me. The pacifier and mittens were not removed from me, much to my chagrin. Madam Nicole entered the room to check Emily's work and to wish me a goodnight sleep. "So if it isn't my little baby in training all tucked into her nice crib for the night," Madam Nicole teased. I was watching Nicole through the bars to see what she was doing. She hung a large clear bag full of fluid at my bedside. The bag looked like something you would see hanging next to a hospital bed. The tube running from the bag was inserted to the front of my pacifier and I could immediately feel fluid running to the back of my throat. Madam began her bedtime speech: <dir> <dir> "Let me tell my newest baby how we deal with bad little babies here. If I remember right, baby Kim could not hold her pee-pee and wet her diaper before it was OK. So now baby Kim has to endure an early bedtime. If you were wondering what Emily placed in your bottom, it will become apparent to you shortly. It takes a little time for the suppositories to work. You should feel a little grumbling in your lower stomach area alerting you that they are working. Make sure you ignore these feelings or you may not be able to sleep sound. That would be such a shame, wouldn't you agree? Also, you will be glad to know that you will be getting plenty of fluids tonight as the bag outside your crib slowly drips it's contents into your throat. Make sure you empty the bag by drinking every drop. The sooner you drink it up, the sooner you will be able to fall asleep. Sometime tonight you will hear the nursery rhyme letting you know that it is OK to go potty. Since I don't want to disturb your rest tonight by removing you from your crib, please feel free to use your diapers. You showed me earlier today that you already know how to use your diapers so it shouldn't be hard. This time I want you to show me that you can wait until the magic nursery rhyme is played before going potty in your diaper. Can my little baby do that for me?" </dir> </dir> I was upset, but had to lay there and take it. The pacifier and constant dripping of water at the back of my throat kept me quiet. I was also extremely worried about the suppositories resting in my bottom. That was a dirty trick, no pun intended. I was wondering...How long would it take before my bodily functions took over? Could I wait until the dumb nursery rhyme played? Peeing in a diaper is humiliating, but pooping in a diaper? How in the world could I endure the next few hours? In the end, would they come and change me, or leave me all night to lay in my mess? This was punishment. I had to escape. The two women left the nursery and I pushed on the bars of the crib in a desperate attempt to get out of my baby cage. The bars held secure and I looked up through the bars waiting for my body to react. Chapter 8 - I'm in agony I couldn't sleep, but I was sure that was all part of the punishment plan. I couldn't stop thinking that I was in a baby's crib waiting to fill a diaper, my diaper. The intense feelings came just as Madam Nicole told me they would. My stomach and bowels were building with pressure. Oh how I would have given anything to sit on a toilet and let myself explode. I had finished the large bag of fluid and that too was causing me problems. Between my full bladder and the need to poop, I was in agony. There I was, laying flat on my back and waiting to hear a nursery rhyme to set things in motion. Could I wait this time? I was starting to toss and turn to relieve my discomfort. It really didn't help, but it gave me something to concentrate on other than filling my diapers. At that moment the lights to the nursery came on and Madam Nicole reappeared with her little maid servant, Emily. "Time for a diaper check, roll over for inspection!" I did as I was told, but was in obvious discomfort. I laid on my stomach as instructed. I felt the zipper on the back of my pajamas being pulled open. When it was pulled open to my waist, I felt what I presumed was Emily's hand reaching down into the multiple layers of diapers to see if I had remained dry. How embarrassing. "She is dry," came Emily's response. "Good, then zipper her back up and lock her crib again." "We don't want any wandering children in the house..." The two women left me once again to wait my ultimate punishment. Finally, when I thought it was hopeless to hold out any longer, the nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb played throughout my nursery. It was safe to use my diaper. Matter of fact, I was commanded to use my diaper whenever the song played. I raised my butt off of the plastic crib sheet and gave a slight push. My bottom exploded as I felt a warm, horrible mush erupt into my diaper. I was thoroughly disgusted, but so relieved that I didn't care. Almost at the same time my bladder emptied, and emptied, and emptied. I was so glad I had on three diapers and rubber baby pants. I was going to need it. The smell hit me next. I was disgusted by the smell of my diaper. It was awful. I cried. I obviously couldn't hold my butt in the air forever and had the added humiliation of lowering my bottom into the full diaper. Now I really couldn't sleep and laid awake for what seemed to be another hour, hoping for the two women to reappear and change my diaper. When that wasn't going to happen, I somehow drifted off to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of Mary Had a Little Lamb, and found myself needing to pee so I added to my diaper in disgust. Now I was really wet, really smelly, and totally disgusting. The two women reappeared and had all kinds of sarcastic remarks: "Gee it smells in here...did baby go poo-poo in her diaper?" "Maybe this baby should have gotten out of her crib and used the big girl potty instead of her diaper." They were laughing at my expense. Their punishment worked and we all knew it. I was going to have to follow their rules or escape. I didn't see any other options. I couldn't endure another night of hell. The details may not be all that important, but I was taken to the shower. My arms were raised over my head and my hands were attached to manacles hanging in the shower stall. Once secured, Emily removed my bondage mittens. It felt so incredible to stretch out my cramped fingers. The soiled diapers were cut from my body and fell to the bottom of the shower stall with a thump. Emily washed my body thoroughly and removed the pacifier that had been strapped in my mouth. I was clean and in much better spirits. Chapter 9 - My training intensifies My shower was complete, but to my dismay, the bondage mittens were secured before Emily released my hands from the manacles. These women took no chances. There was always some kind of bondage holding me captive. Next, I was dressed in a disposable diaper and a sun dress for the morning. I crawled down to the kitchen and was helped into a high chair for my morning breakfast. A safety strap was placed around my waist and I could hear the distinct sound of a lock being snapped shut behind me. I presumed that I was locked in the high chair. The mittens were removed and a breakfast consisting of warm cereal was placed in front of me. Bottles were given to me on a regular basis so my need to pee was virtually constant. The sun dress was so short that when I sat in the high chair my diaper was in plain view. I couldn't see it because of the tray attached to the high chair, but anyone in the room would know that I was diapered. The nursery rhyme once again played and I immediately felt an extreme need to pee. I didn't want any more punishments so I released my pee into my diaper. It was actually a pleasurable feeling to be able to find relief and feel the sensation of wetness expanding through my diaper. Madam Nicole looked down at my diaper and smiled. "I see baby Kim's wetness indicator has turned blue...very good girl." "Emily, give Baby Kim one of those baby cookies as a treat." I smiled at this small act of kindness. After breakfast I received a diaper change, but this time I was put into cloth diapers and plastic panties. I was left in my sun dress and the horrible bondage mittens remained on my hands as did the pacifier in my mouth. I was so tired from the night before that when Madam said I was being put down for a morning nap I was glad. I was again locked in my crib and left with a bottle to finish. Emily put head phones over my ears because she said that it would help me sleep. I fell asleep instantly. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping when I heard the nursery rhyme telling me to wet my diaper. The strange thing was I wasn't sure if it was the song that woke me or the fact that I felt my cloth diaper getting wet that woke me. The two things seemed to happen simultaneously. I was being conditioned like one of Pavlov's dogs! Actually, it was pretty amazing. I wondered if I was somehow being hypnotized during my sleep to wet on command. Emily eventually came to get me out of my crib and took me directly to the changing table. Things were starting to become somewhat routine, if you consider being treated as a baby girl routine! I was secured to the changing table and went through the usual cleaning, powdering, etc. What wasn't routine was that Emily again greased my bottom hole with her finger. I panicked, but she told me there would be no suppositories unless I "earned" another punishment. She produced a small slender dildo and slipped it up my backside. I was so greased up that it slid right in. Emily pulled the diaper up between my legs and this helped to keep the dildo in place for the time being. "Madam Nicole wanted me to place a dildo in your rear as a little reward for your better behavior." I thought to myself...reward? Emily completed my outfit with very tight fitting rubber panties and a short belly shirt. She explained that the rubber panties would keep my diaper tight, the dildo in place, and add to my enjoyment. My enjoyment, I again wondered? Still in the mittens, Emily put me back into the toddler harness and led me downstairs at the end of a leash attached to the back of the harness. I learned how toddlers feel when they are kept in tow this way. If I moved in the wrong direction, I was immediately pulled and directed in the way my handler, Emily, wanted me to go. I felt like such a little child and was kept under the strictest control at all times. I was very aware of my backdoor intruder. Every time I took a step, the dildo also moved. My muscles would instinctively try to repel the dildo, but the tight rubber panties would push it right back in place. This caused the dildo to move in and out and to my surprise was very pleasurable. We came into a room where Madam Nicole was reading. She looked up at me and told Emily to place me in a makeshift bouncy chair. It was nothing more than a swing made out of thick rubber straps suspended from the ceiling. It took both of them to help me get situated on the swing. I looked down at the swing. Basically it was a large rubber strap that fit between my legs and was suspended from the ceiling. Another rubber strap fit around my waist. In essence it was like a baby swing that you might see in any park. I was instructed to jump up and down much like an infant would use a bouncy chair. Madam Nicole was afraid that I might fall out of the sling so my hands were secured above my head. As soon as I sat down on the rubber strap it pushed the dildo way up my butt. The swing, the bouncing motion, the tight rubber panties, and of course the dildo were all bringing some unbelievable pleasure to my backside. I had never felt such a pleasurable feeling coming from deep inside my butt and was pleasantly surprised. I kept a very steady jumping pace and my excitement really started to build. I actually thought that I could come if allowed to continue. It was at that moment that the nursery rhyme played and I found myself peeing into my diaper. Everything was a blur to me. I was feeling sensations from my wetting, and the dildo just became too much for me. I screamed out as I climaxed and was glad my hands were secured above me or I would have fallen out of the swing. I was still trying to get my composure back when Madam Nicole started to yell at me. "You little slut." "I let you wear a little dildo for some pleasure and you have to go and ride it for a big O!" "You have violated the 'stay pure' rule and you WILL be punished." "Emily, get my riding crop." Before I knew what was happening, the swing was removed from between my legs, but my hands remained tied above my head. Nicole pulled down my rubber panties and slid my diaper down my legs. The dildo was still up my backside. Nicole made the following demand, "I am going to whip your bottom with my riding crop for breaking the rules." "If you expel the dildo while I am whipping you, you will receive further punishments." "Understand, little girl?" I nodded yes, but already my tears were falling. Madam Nicole started on my bottom with her little whip. With each blow I would jump and cry out in pain. I was not able to concentrate on keeping the dildo in me with her whipping my butt. After receiving 5 blows, my muscles simply pushed the dildo out and it actually seemed to shoot out of my greased bottom. Nicole picked up the intruder and put it to my face. My smell on the dildo was quite evident. She instructed me to kiss it and after I did she threw it on the floor. "Girl, I am not done with you!" "Chris would not appreciate me returning his wife to him as a little butt ranger, now would he?" I tried to nod "yes" the best I could. Nicole undid my wrist restraints and placed me over her knee in the traditional spanking position. My diaper was still around my ankles. Nicole used her own hand to spank me and she was relentless. I was crying and wiggling to get out of the way, but each spanking stung my butt. Finally, Nicole tired of spanking me and pushed me to the floor. "I want little Kimberly to crawl over to the dildo and bring it back to me in her teeth." I wanted to refuse, but I didn't want any more punishments. I still wore the bondage mittens so crawling was just a little awkward. I got to where the dildo was and reached down like a dog picking up a bone and grabbed it with my teeth. I was repulsed. "Come here little doggie," Madam called out. I crawled back to where Nicole was sitting. She grabbed the dildo from my mouth and threw it across the room. "Go and fetch it again, now!" "Hurry up you little diaper slut." I crawled over to where the dildo was sitting and again brought it back to Nicole in my mouth. Nicole kept this up until I was totally exhausted. Nicole wasn't quite done with my humiliation. She instructed Emily to bring me a large bowl of water and I had to lap it up like a dog. This was repeated until I drank 3 large bowls of water. It was time for bed and I was ready to turn in. Chapter 10 - Am I losing my ability to control my bodily functions? I was again diapered and a prisoner of my crib for the night. I felt secure in the crib and although I wouldn't admit it to anyone, actually enjoyed being taken care of as a baby. I didn't like the punishments, but the attention was great. I fell asleep with the headphones on again. Emily always made sure I wore them while I was sleeping. There was a mixture of music and talking on the tapes, and it was always soothing to listen to at night. I had never wet my bed in my sleep since childhood, but once again I awoke to the nursery rhyme and the feeling of peeing in my diaper. This startled me. There had now been several times where I had peed in my diaper and it seemed to be automatically triggered by the Mary Had a Little Lamb lullaby. Emily came into the room to check on me because she too heard the lullaby and wanted to check to see if I was wet. "Congratulations, Kim, this is the second time you wet your diaper tonight and both times happened at the same time as the lullaby." "Emily, may I please ask you a question?" "Go ahead, but don't mention this conversation to Madam." "I promise," I said. "Emily, you said I wet my diaper twice tonight." "This is the only time I woke up." "Do you know for a fact that I wet my diaper earlier?" "Yes, I am required to check you each time the song is played to see if you are making progress." "You were definitely wet, and you are right, you slept right through it." "Oh my, then it is true." "I am wetting my diaper on command." "Well you are not quite there yet, but you have made remarkable progress." "Your husband, Chris, is going to love your progress." "It is his desire to have you diaper dependent or at least be able to trigger your wet diaper at his whim." I told Emily, "I love Chris and hate him for this all in one." "I always want to please Chris, but I am scarred of losing the most basic bodily functions of controlling when I pee." "Well, Kim, you only have a short period with us left." "Based on your progress, my guess is that Chris will get his wish for a more dependent diaper slave." Emily changed me, gave me a bottle, and I drifted off to sleep again. I woke up with a wet diaper in the morning. This troubled me. I had apparently peed in my diaper again while I slept sound. Chapter 11 - A Hypnotist pays me a visit "We have a very special visitor coming today to help with your training," Madam Nicole said as she greeted me next to my crib. "I am very pleased with your progress and I believe that Chris will be pleased as well." "Emily tells me that you are wetting yourself nicely at night when you hear the lullaby." "It appears that the tapes and treatment are working." "Today a hypnotist that I work with on a regular basis is going to come over to further your training." "I am going to ask Emily to get you out of your crib, clean you up, and get you dressed for your training session." "You will not be in your bondage mittens for our visitor so you will be watched carefully to make sure that you are on your best behavior." I was both worried and curious about having a hypnotist "train me." What could this mean and would it even work? I had heard of all kinds of crazy things people have done while hypnotized and it scarred me. I knew that I had little choice in the matter, but also thought that I could control the whole process and simply fake being hypnotized. That was my plan. Emily got me ready as instructed. I was not put in a diaper for the first time since I arrived and that had me curious. I didn't think too much of it because Emily put a very thick pair of cotton training pants on me. I was also instructed to put back on my jeans. They were the same ones I wore the day I arrived at the "spa." I looked in the mirror and I looked fairly normal. It was somewhat difficult to tell that I was wearing training pants unless one was to look very closely at my bottom and see the outline of thick panties under my jeans. I thought to myself, now I am making progress...no diaper, no bondage mittens...I looked like a normal young woman. The constant fluids I was ordered to drink and strict diet didn't change. Because I didn't have a diaper on, Emily would take me to the bathroom and watch me pee on a small, plastic, toddler's potty. On one visit to the potty, I actually pooped in it. I wasn't sure if and when I would be put back into diapers so I wanted to poop while I had a chance, even if it had to be under the watchful eye of Emily. Embarrassing, but better than the alternative of pooping in a diaper. The hypnotist came over and he certainly seemed nice. We were left alone together in the study and he explained the whole hypnotic process to me in order to make me feel as comfortable as possible. My plan was still to fake being hypnotized so I could keep control the best I could. I recalled everything he did and I was convinced that my plan had worked. Well I recalled most things. Apparently I did fall asleep for a short time because I was awoken by the voices of Nicole and Emily talking to the hypnotist. In any event, I felt fine and was certain that I never went through any mind control process. The four of us went into the other room and the hypnotist said it was time for a demonstration. It was obvious that I was going to be the subject of the demonstration. Emily was behind a video camera and was apparently going to film whatever was about to happen. Secretly I laughed to myself, because I thought this whole thing was kind of bogus. Madam Nicole came over to me and whispered something in my ear. That was all I remembered. The next thing I knew was that I was sitting on the floor and all three of them were laughing at me. I immediately stood up and that is when I knew why they were laughing. I looked down at my jeans and they were all wet like I had wet myself. I was so embarrassed. I asked what had transpired. Madam Nicole instructed Emily to play back the video tape on the TV to show me exactly what had happened. What I saw on the tape, I couldn't believe. I saw myself prancing around the room like a little three year old who had to pee. I was holding myself between my legs with both hands as I frantically danced around. Next, I saw myself stop my prancing and I peed right in my jeans! The wet spot grew in front until it eventually soaked the legs of my jeans. I could not believe what I was witnessing. The hypnotist spoke first. "Kim, it is important for you to know that I have implanted a triggering phrase in your mind." "When you hear it spoken, you will automatically do what you just saw on the tape." "You have no control over the behavior you just witnessed on the tape, but remember, a hypnotist can not make anyone do anything that they don't want to do." "Apparently, at some deep level, you are OK with your actions as seen in the video." Emily added, "Maybe Kim is OK with wetting herself?" I was speechless. I looked down at my wet jeans. I cried and then asked if I could change my clothes. Madam then spoke: "Well Emily, it looks as if our little girl can not be trusted to keep herself dry or the furniture from being ruined." "I am ordering Kimberly back into diapers while she is a resident of our Inn." "Kimberly, this is for your own good as well as ours." I was led back to the nursery for fresh clothes. I was in a panic. Never had I wet myself and not had cognizant control over what I was doing. Now it appeared that a stupid nursery rhyme could trigger me to wet my diaper when I slept and there was some triggering phrase that the hypnotist implanted in my mind that would also make me wet myself. I was losing control, more control. Chapter 12 - I am taken outside With the hypnotist gone and me taken back to the nursery to be changed, I waited to see what was in store for me next. Emily again strapped me down to diaper me and dress me. When she bent over to get a diaper, I noticed something under her short maid's outfit in addition to the frilly panties. It looked like leather straps. I had to ask, "Emily, what are you wearing under your outfit?" She answered, "Madam makes me wear a chastity belt most of the time." "Why?" I asked. "Because she wants me to stay pure for her." "She wants to make sure that you and I don't get too familiar with each other too." "Why do you put up with it?" "Because I am devoted to her and love being her slave." "I see," and tried to change the subject. I was then told by Emily to be quiet because the baby monitor in the nursery was on and we were likely being listened to by Madam Nicole. I shut up in a hurry. Emily dressed me in another diaper and a romper outfit. She also put the child harness on me. I was not wearing the bondage mittens and this was a relief. She led me downstairs and then outside to the backyard. She took me over to a sandbox that contained a number of children's toys. She told me to sit down in it and I complied. My child's harness was removed, but only after my ankle was chained to the sandbox. Escape just never seemed possible. Emily said, "stay put and play with your toys." "I will be back to check on you." I sat in the sandbox and felt like such a little child. For fun I actually played with some of the toys. After all, what else was there to do? The patio speakers were playing music and the song switched to Mary Had a Little Lamb. The effect was immediate. I instantly had to pee. My muscles went to jelly whenever I heard the nursery rhyme and my reflex was a always a strong need to pee. I resisted the impulse to pee, but in the end gave up because it was so uncomfortable to try and hold it back. I sat in the sandbox, a grown woman, and wet my diaper. I was not sure how long I was sitting in the sandbox, but Madam Nicole finally came out and announced that Chris was going to be coming over to pick me up so it was time to get ready for his arrival. The 5 days were up and I was glad to be leaving the "spa." Madam starred down at me and asked: "what would you like to wear to meet Chris?" I thought...this was the first time in 5 days that I was being asked what I wanted to do. Finally, things seemed like they would be getting back to normal! "I want to wear my own clothes and not these baby clothes," I responded without even thinking. Nicole's response was not quite what I expected, "are you sure you want to trust yourself in big girl clothes?" I must have shown concern on my face because I knew exactly what she meant. Could I stay dry? I nodded yes, but was concerned with my ability to stay dry. What if the hypnotic trance was to resurface? What was the magic phrase that sent me dancing around like a little girl and wet my pants? Surely the likelihood of hearing Mary Had a Little Lamb was not likely to happen outside this inn? Was it? I was not sure about my own answers, but I was already being unlocked from the sandbox to be taken back upstairs. Chapter 13 - Chris returns to pick me up As usual, Emily escorted me back upstairs, but this time it was to get dressed to go home! I picked out a pair of jeans, shirt, and the sexiest underwear I packed for the trip. I wanted to give Chris the biggest hug when he arrived. (Even though I was suppose to be mad at him for leaving me in this place!) I missed Chris. I heard the door and ran to meet Chris. We embraced and he squeezed my butt through my tight jeans. "I see that my girl is wearing big-girl panties," he said with a smile. I was embarrassed by his comment. He embarrassed me further when he asked Nicole, "is it alright for Kim to leave without a diaper on?" "We gave Kim the choice, and she apparently thinks she is a big girl and doesn't need a diaper," Nicole said. "OK, then we are off to the airport," Chris said and then whispered something in my ear. (I didn't know it at the time, but Chris had whispered the secret phrase that the hypnotist had planted deep within my mind.) Apparently I went through the same little girl behavior I exhibited the first time the phrase was used. I was told that my hands went to my crotch and I danced around like a girl trying desperately not to wet herself. I had no recollection of it, but it must have happened as they described it, because I found myself standing in soaking wet jeans when I came out of the trance. I was so embarrassed. Chris spoke first, "for a big girl, you sure have trouble staying dry in your panties." "Maybe it would be best to have you wear a diaper for the long plane ride home," Nicole added. All I could think of was that I wanted to be somewhere else and out of their presence. "We better get Kim changed out of her wet clothes for her trip...We don't want any silly accidents that could embarrass your husband, now do we?" Nicole again teased. She went on, "Kim, with Chris's permission, I will again ask you what you want to wear home, but this time I would think about your response first." Chris said, "that would be fine to ask." Were they going to make me ask to wear a diaper? How humiliating. It is one thing to be forced into a diaper, but to ask for a diaper? And then wear it out in public under my clothes? Nicole spoke up, "well, Kim, what is your decision? Diaper or big girl panties for the trip home?" Reluctantly, I said in my softest, most defeated voice, "a diaper." "What, I can't hear you," said Nicole. I responded louder, "a diaper." "I need to wear a diaper." "Very well," said Nicole, "Emily please bring the diaper bag you packed for Kim." My jeans were soaking wet so my whole outfit pretty much needed to be changed. When Emily returned with the diaper bag I noticed that it said "Kim's Diaper Bag" on the side in large letters. So all of this was going according to their plan. I apparently was putty in their hands. I felt so stupid. I was a college grad and was so easily manipulated. Emily took me by the hand and led me out of the room to change. It seemed like old times. I laid down on the floor, but this time no restraints. Emily professionally diapered me in a disposable diaper. She then asked, "would the misses like to wear plastic panties too?" Would my embarrassment never end? "Yes, please dress me in plastic panties...I may need the extra protection." "Very well," she stated and pulled the plastic pants on over my diaper. "May I suggest to the misses that you may want to wear a skirt...jeans may be way too obvious that you are diapered." "Yes," I responded. The only skirt I brought was something pretty short. In fact, it looked more like a short pleated tennis skirt than something appropriate for travel. I certainly didn't expect to be wearing a diaper under it and walking through the airport. Finally I was dressed and stopped to look in the mirror. From the front I looked pretty good if I did say so myself. A bit young looking I thought, but I liked my sexy appearance. I turned around in front of the mirror to see if there was an obvious bulge from my diaper and plastic panties. It wasn't horrible, but my diaper made my butt stick out a little in the skirt. I certainly would have to watch myself every time I needed to bend over or walk. I was very conscience that the short skirt just barely covered my diapered butt. I went back to greet Chris and Nicole. "Well, don't you look nice," said Chris. "Why don't you give us a little spin to show off," he added. As much as I wanted to refuse, the last 5 days in the inn taught me to follow commands. I spun in a circle as I was told. My skirt predictably betrayed me and my diaper and plastic pants were fully exposed. Chris's response was immediate, "You look so cute Kim." "I love to see your little plastic panties peeking out from under your skirt." I blushed. "Kim," Nicole said, "I bet you are glad to know that you are in the security of a diaper now." I nodded yes. We said our goodbyes and left for the airport to catch our plane. Chapter 14 - the trip home Maybe I was just more conscious of the way I was dressed, but I thought that all eyes were staring at me in the airport. I was so busy worrying about not bending over and showing my diapered butt, that I had forgotten about the diaper bag I was carrying. When we got to security, I had to put the bag through for inspection. Of course, you guessed it. My diaper bag was selected to be inspected because it contained baby bottles. I had difficulty explaining the baby bottles without the presence of a baby. Finally, the inspector caught on and realized that the diapers in the bag were not for a baby, nor was anything else in the diaper bag. He chuckled and said to Chris, "have a nice flight and take care of your baby." I was embarrassed again, but I was through security and on my way. No more problems I thought to myself... We got on the plane without further incident, and Chris had surprised me with first class seats. The long trip home was going to be a treat. I sat by the window with Chris at my side. The wine made me relax further and I was enjoying Chris's hand on my thigh. Occasionally Chris would work his hand up my skirt and place his hand on my plastic panties. He was slowly turning me on, but we had to be discreet. This was great fun. The last few days had really made me tired and I put on my MP3 headphones and drifted asleep. (What I didn't know at the time was that Chris had added Mary Have a Little Lamb to my recordings.) I woke up and found myself to be wet, very wet. Chris was sleeping and I decided not to wake him. I carefully started to get out of my seat to go to the restroom, but the flight attendant instructed me to stay seated during the turbulence. I sat back down and felt the squish of my wet diaper. All of this woke Chris up. I told him I had wet my diaper, but somehow I think he knew. "It is a good thing you are diapered my sweetheart." "Your seat would be drenched without your diaper on." Chris proceeded to give me a lecture, almost like a parent talking to his naughty child, "I want you to know that there will be some new rules in our house when we get home." "If you again get sassy or bitchy with me, I want you to remember that I can trigger your need to pee in an instant." "This could be quite embarrassing if you are out in public." "You wouldn't!" I said. "Oh just try me," Chris tempted. "I think it will be very funny to have you dancing around in a store like a desperate little girl and wet yourself." "You wouldn't!" I again stated. "Kim, you are now going to strive much harder to be the perfect wife." "Only you and I will know that you are my diaper slave." Life was going to be different. I was going to have to get used to wearing more diapers. I was also going to have to learn to watch my sassy tongue with Chris or suffer the consequences. Yes, life was going to be different, but I wasn't complaining. Chris's hand returned to my leg and he again stroked my plastic panties. I was wet and I was happy that my status as Chris's diaper slave was taken to a deeper level. I felt owned and shuddered at the thought. The End (For Now?)

The four full female board of the Diapers corp are in their boardroom. The chairwoman is in front of the smart board discussing phase 1 when she suddenly lets out a gasp and a wet fart. “Damn it!” “it’s ok Miss please continue” she unzips her business skirt throwing it in the corner exposing her pretty blue clear plastic panties covering her supreme adult diaper “soon we’ll be free of this oppressive filth” her second in command letting out a delighted gasp knowing all the women feel a tingle between their padded thighs. She sits down pressing the buzzer and asks for their intern. In walks Susan young normally confident but embarrassed. “Hello Susan how are we today?” “I’m good Miss but I’m a little confused by this costume?” “It’s ok you look stunning it’s part of a new line we are looking into”. Susan's embarrassment is caused by the clear plastic dungaree shorts, elasticated around the thighs in the style of hot pants. Her firm breasts visible through the plastic. She wonders about wearing cotton underwear and bra but her dresser advised it wasn’t necessary. Part of her embarrassment caused by the sensation of the plastic in the crotch rubbing against her already self lubricating pussy “god I hope they don’t notice” she wonders. “How long have you been with us Susan?” ”umm six months I think Miss?” “And I hear you’ve been trialing out new vitamin line for women how is it going?” “Umm ok but ermm their may be a side effect” that’s ok we will discuss this later, now Susan in your pretty outfit let’s see how practical it is can you go through this months accounts?” “Yes Miss” Susan terms exposing her firm beautiful bottom and walks to the smart board and suddenly pauses “are you ok Susan?” “Umm yes Miss it’s nothing” then suddenly Susan let’s put a gasp and the room is filled with a farting gurgling sound and the four women watch as Susan looses all dignity suddenly filling the back of the plastic shorts with poo. “Uhh o god what’s happening…” she staggers round just in time for the board members see hot piss spraying at high pressure from her crotch hissing loudly as it hits the plastic crotch. The elastic holding the contents. “Oh god Miss I’m so so sorry I don’t know what’s happening to me, oh god oh god!” Susan trails off as she sees the smiles on the board woman’s faces “it’s ok Susan we all have accidents from time to time” states the chair as she stands up from her desk revealing her blue plastic panties and diaper. “It's ok baby we will take care of you” she presses the intercom and another assistant enters, “take care of you will you?” “Yes Miss, come with me Susan” ”well girls well girls that seems effective effective and the next side effect?” The second in command picked up the remote and pointed it at the smart board revealing a cctv image of Susan instead of stripping and showering she was sitting in her plastic outfit on the floor her legs bent her eyes rolled back her hand rubbing her crotch. “Well it seems the hormones in the vitamins are effective Susan will need to be monitored but let’s move to full clinical trials. I want every woman in Pampers corp to get free vitamin supplements and we will offer free samples to all pharmacies” Women I think our time is near!” Susan is now a horny incontinent slave to the pampers corporation! Susan came to her senses she was flushed aroused embarrassed and had no idea what to do “oh god I’ve blown it“. “it must be the vitamins they must have done something I need to warn the board” she thought wondering how she didn't realize she needed the bathroom when clearly she was desperate as hell! She had found her panties wet a couple of times and was embarrassed but never anything like this. The relieve embarrassment and sudden realization she had found herself ma was emotionally overwhelming “god I’m fired what am I going to do I’ve just disgraced myself in front of the board in this stupid outfit”. Just then two women entered, Susan remembered them from her medical exam at the start of her internship but they were wearing clear plastic suited with a Red Cross stamped on the back and what appeared to be red plastic panties covering a diaper. It’s ok we are here to check you over” “ oh god I do r understand what happened am I fired?” “ no sweets the board and me are pleased with your progress” “ but what? Have the vitamins done something?” yes sweetly there is a slight side effect let’s clean you up” Susan was taken to an open shower area and her suit unbuttoned falling with a spatter on the floor, she watched herself in a full length mirror as one of the women took the shower washing her poo from her firm bottom and pussy. Susan blushing at the sensation as the spray stimulated her pulsing anus and pussy. And again as she was toweled down. taking the stethoscope and placing it between her breasts the woman asked “on a scale of 1 to 10 how sexually aroused are you now?””what” the sudden outburst by Susan was accompanied by a sharp increase in heart beat and a squirt of piss from between her legs “oh god sorry I didn’t mean to” it’s ok baby let’s get you some proper underwear” “what do you mean?” “Diapers baby your going to need them” “what? Oh god no” “well baby your obviously horny as hell and your pissing uncontrollably you need protection we understand don’t be embarrassed” “but I don’t need diapers” “ yes you do baby look” Susan looked down and whimpered at the expanding yellow puddle on the chair between her legs ” oh god” “don’t worry baby we all need diapers at pampers corp, your one of us now well take care of you“ Just then the phone rang it was the board room. The executives all were watching all were happy all were wet! “Talk to me” stated the Chair. “yes Miss hormonal treatment in the fake vitamins has caused completes incontinence and a reworking of her brain. Basically she has no understanding or feeling associated with a full bladder or bowel and so reaches a point where the bodies reflexes take over expelling the waste. It also triggers an endocrine response releasing female sexual hormones. That fact her immediate response was a need to orgasm over ruled a desire to get changed shows hormone treatment had been effective. The result is she is completely incontinent and all bladder and bowel movements stimulate sexual pleasure. This well in time condition Susan to look forward to her accidents rather than fear them it will like the orgasm be the driving force controlling her behavior!” “Thanks doctor, well done you and your assistants sacrifice does you credit and we would like to invite you as junior board members of the pampers corp” “ thank you Miss the world you are working for to free female kind is within reach!”. “Good I have a party lined up later, what are you doing to my intern” “thanks Miss, your intern will undergo observation. To ensure the effects are irreversible and loyalty conditioning. We have some subliminally suggestive training videos your information division has produced, she’ll spend the next week learning to embracing her new reality and after that will no doubt be a loyal employee to you and Pampers Corp and perhaps a new poster girl for the new world that we are creating?” “What does this do for sexual preference I understood she was hetero?” “The hormone changes take care of that, she split up with her boyfriend within 3 weeks of supplements citing loss of libido and of men. At present her only sexual arousal is that to her loss of control and her new underwear dependence. In time this will condition her to other humans who are diapers basically this will only be other incontinent females Miss”! The doctors both smiled, at the invitation to the board. Miss was right there had been a sacrifice, her own continence and complete loyalty. the first doctor had struggled as a bedwetter even as an adult and struggled to maintain relationships. As a teenager she fell in love with another classmate beautiful but hid her thoughts as her homosexuality was a secret especially growing up in a conservative household. Finally a chance meeting years later when she started medical school involved a meal catch-up and too many drinks, to her surprise her female beau returned her attentions though very drunk. she woke up to find her friend getting dressed. “That was wonderful but where are you going?” The reply was not as expected “god you whore you tricked me drugged me this is disgusting I’m not into this and you pissed the bed you disgusting animal!” “But what?” She looked down to see the soiled sheets in tears she never forgot the humiliation and retired from socializing, then one day she saw an advertisement. A medical supplier was looking for a medical assistant and researcher, what had she to lose? She applied and successfully passed the interview. Although she found the questions odd and found her own bed wetting issue came up and seemed relevant. The corp seemed to understand and then she discovered why. after some time she found herself invited to parties by like minded employees finding many one night intimate stands and a culture that embraced it. Finally she met Miss the fabled chairwoman who took her for dinner explaining how her own incontinence drove her. Then she told her how she needed to recruit some help and told her of her plans. “ your crazy” was her response! She left the meeting feeling the next day she would be clearing her desk and the feeling of gloom as she was summoned to the boardroom. To her surprise a private female investigator employed by the diapers corp revealed in front of the board her humiliation and lost love. She felt anger again and was offered again a chance to join the scheme to make such heartbreak a thing of the past. Tearfully she nodded “good girl you will get everything you need but I demand total loyalty” “yes Miss total loyalty” as she dried the tears. “Good girl but one thing first put this on” She looked down seeing the folded diaper “yes Miss”!

This one is a bit of an experiment. I keep seeing people saying that you can't be a real artist/writer/etc anymore because you can get an AI to do it instead. I wondered how true that really is. So I've got a short story partly written by AI. I let it write chunks of text, as well as suggesting some events in the story. I do actually have 2 other stories I've tried to work on in this way (one that I had a detailed plan for in advance, and one started by using the AI to brainstorm), but not sure if anyone would be interested. This story is partly written by me, partly by chatGPT, and partly by sudowrite (both of which I believe use the GPT-3 language models). If anyone is particularly curious, my Patreon people have access to a document which has the prompts that I gave the AI, as well as its responses, with the parts that I added or replaced highlighted in a different colour. My conclusion is that editing this to remove continuity errors, and working out how to phrase the prompts so that it doesn't go completely off the rails, is harder than writing the words myself, but I can get through it a little quicker. I don't think it's as good as human-written text yet, but it's a pretty close thing. What do you think? Christmas Child As I woke up, I couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what the day had in store. Although it was my third year at university, this would be the first time I had spent Christmas away from my family. I had been working a part-time job and was offered a large bonus to continue working over the Christmas break, so I had decided to stay in town this year. My boyfriend, Noel, was also staying in town, and he had promised to give me a very special present. I had no idea what it could be. I couldn’t help wondering about the present as I lay there in bed. I knew that it was going to be exactly what I wanted, but that didn’t give me too many clues. There were some things I wanted that were too embarrassing to even talk about, let alone ask for, and I’d resigned myself to the fact that they could only ever be fantasies. For many of them, it was the thought of how embarrassed I would be that made them so appealing. But over the last few weeks, Noel had hypnotized me several times, saying that he could help me to tell the truth so that he could find out exactly what I wanted most. I knew now that I had told him, but had since realized that I had no idea which of my desires we had discussed and planned for. As I lay in bed, still failing to guess what my special present might be. I felt like a kid at Christmas again. I found myself guessing impossible and things like a pony, or a time machine, just like I had when I was small. And when I laughed at myself for that, it just reassured me that this was going to be the most wonderful Christmas ever. I got out of bed and looked at the presents under my little tree, all gift-wrapped and waiting to be opened. I couldn't wait to see what was inside. I was really feeling like a child again, and it was such a wonderful feeling. I finally dragged myself out of bed and put a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster for breakfast. They were almost done when I heard a knock at the door. It was Noel, somehow managing to look dashing despite a truly dreadful Christmas sweater and a fluffy Santa hat. Finally, my boyfriend had arrived and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me. "I feel like a kid at Christmas!" I said as he walked in the door. "That's exactly what I had hoped for," Noel replied with a grin. "During the hypnosis sessions, I told you that the more you act like a child, the more you'll feel like a child and experience the excitement of Christmas again. I hope you're ready for a day of fun and play." I was thrilled by this news. It was just what I needed to kickstart my holiday cheer. I served breakfast and poured a coffee for Noel, and then thought that the little kid who got so excited about Christmas probably wasn’t big enough to enjoy coffee. So I poured myself a big glass of apple juice instead. I found that it really did help me feel even more excited about the day ahead. A couple of Pop-Tarts later, we sat down to open our presents, and I couldn't wait to see what was inside. There were a dozen small gifts from friends and family, mostly little trinkets to show that they were thinking about us. I tore into the gift-wrapped packages, eager to see what everyone had sent, and even more excited as I got closer to discovering what Noel had gotten me. As I unwrapped each gift, I felt more and more like a child on Christmas morning. The biggest surprise was a pair of green and white fluffy knee socks, that seemed perfect for the winter weather. In between the gifts, we sat on the floor beside the tree and chatted about our plans for the day. Noel suggested a whole bunch of fun activities he had planned to help me feel more childlike, including making gingerbread houses, decorating cookies, and playing board games. I couldn't wait to get started. And then there was just one box left. The special gift from Noel. The one that he had assured me would lead to the most embarrassing thing we’d ever done together, if I was brave enough to look inside. I knew he was giving me a choice to back out, but when I was feeling so energetic I couldn’t wait to discover what he had got for me. The parcel was oblong, but it didn’t have the sharp edges that a cardboard box might have had. It was wrapped in shiny red paper with a big white ribbon, and I could hardly contain my excitement as I started to tear off the wrapping. I made a few guesses about what might be inside, suggesting everything from a new laptop with way too much protective packing, to a giant stuffed animal. When I picked it up and felt the weight, my first thought was a tightly-rolled new duvet. I think it was about the right size, but that would have been round. There were a couple of layers of wrapping paper, with different designs. I grew more and more excited as I ripped through each of them. By the end, I even used my teeth to attack the tape, which I hadn’t done since I really was a little kid. Under the last layer, I saw plastic wrapping with a couple of festive images on; Christmas trees, stars, and dancing baby reindeer. But that gave me no clue what was inside. I couldn’t guess, until I pulled wrapping paper away from the corner and saw a BKS logo on the pack. That was a brand I’d heard of before, but not something I had expected to receive. But as I tipped my gift out of the last piece of paper, I realized that my last guess had been correct. “Diapers?” I asked, confusion and embarrassment fighting for my attention. But then realization dawned: “This is part of making me experience Christmas like a little kid, right? If I put them on, I’ll get even more childish and excited?” “Exactly. Every childish thing you do will make you feel younger. And when you use your diapers, you’ll feel like a real baby for a few minutes. You’ll be amazed and excited by all the decorations, and the Christmas lights, even if you’re too young to understand what Christmas is about.” “I don’t think I’ll do that,” I said. Wearing diapers to feel younger was one thing, but there was no way I would be brave enough to wet myself in front of the man I adored. But I opened the pack carefully, and pulled out a diaper from one end. It was large enough for an adult woman, but printed with the same childish, christmassy design as the packaging. As I wondered if I even knew how to put one on, I saw that Noel had already produced a bottle of baby powder from somewhere. “Let me help you with that,” he said, and reached out to take the diaper out of my hand. “A little one like you doesn’t know how to change her own diapers.” I blushed, but lay back on the carpet where he directed. Noel gently tugged on my pajama bottoms, and folded them neatly in the corner. Then he carefully placed the diaper under me and began to fasten the sides. He talked to me in a gentle, soothing voice, like he would to a real baby. "There we go,” he said. “All snug and dry. You're going to have such a fun day, little one. We're going to build gingerbread houses and decorate cookies and play board games. And when you use your diaper like a good girl, I'll give you lots of hugs and kisses. Won't that be fun?" I couldn't help but giggle at the way he was talking to me. It was silly and playful, and it made me feel like a child again. I made a half-hearted attempt to reassure him that I didn’t really intend to use the diaper, but stopped myself when I realized that was still an adult thought. If I wanted to get more into the role, I needed to say it like a real child would. “I’m not gonna!” I said, decorating my face with a playful pout. “I’m gonna go potty like a big girl!” “Of course you are,” he said, barely containing a laugh. He helped me to sit up, then helped me change my pajama top for a sweater top that looked just like an awful Christmas jumper. Those fuzzy socks completed my festive baby outfit, and I was all set for the day. I couldn't wait to see all the fun activities he had planned. When I stood up again, I caught sight of my reflection in the TV screen. I looked a little silly in just a Christmas jumper, a diaper, and socks. But I looked so cute as well, and somehow none of the clothes were quite as childish as the grin on my face. I even did a twirl to get a better look at myself. I snuggled up next to him on the couch, feeling cozy and warm in my diaper. I felt so safe when he put his arm around me, like he was all I needed in the world. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about how the diaper felt, both physically and emotionally. On the one hand, it was a little strange to be wearing something so childish, especially in front of Noel. On the other hand, it was also kind of fun. I had always been a little bit of a neat freak, and it was liberating to let go of that and just be a little careless. I was surprised by how much it pushed my legs apart, and made it just a little bit harder to walk. And I suspected that sooner or later, I would end up crawling instead, and that would make me feel even more childish. “How would you like to watch TV?” Noel asked, and I nodded energetically. I knew that it would be easy to find something fun to watch, especially today/ We browsed through the movie options, and I couldn't help but make childish suggestions like "The Grinch" and "Frosty the Snowman." In the end, we decided to watch “A Charlie Brown Christmas," and I found myself getting more and more into the spirit of things as the show went on. I laughed at all the silly antics of the Peanuts gang, and even found myself getting a little teary-eyed during the more emotional parts. As the cartoon neared its end, I started to realize that I needed to go to the bathroom. I moved slightly, and was immediately reminded of the bulk of the diaper. Could I use that? I quickly decided no; it was still too embarrassing to contemplate. But I’d already noticed, in my inspection of the diaper, that the tabs were hook and loop fasteners rather than sticky tape. So it should be easy enough to take the diaper off, go to the bathroom, and put it back on when I was done. I turned my attention back to the screen, knowing it would only be a few minutes before the credits rolled. "What's up, little one?" Noel asked, noticing my movements. "I need to go to the bathroom," I said, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh? he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Did you know that your diaper has a special feature that might help you?" “The tabs?” I said. “I saw that on the pack. So there’s no problem using the bathroom.” “Not that. There’s a magic button, too.” He ran his fingers across one of the stars on the front of the diaper, and I felt a funny tingling. I could imagine sparkles and fairy dust swirling around it when he touched it, and I knew this must be something he’d done with the hypnosis. "Here," he said, "Press this one." I hesitated for a moment, but my curiosity had always been powerful, even when I wasn’t feeling like a little kid. I decided to go along with it. I pressed the star and felt the tingling in my tummy intensify. Suddenly, the need to pee became urgent. I had to go right away, not wait for the show to end. I couldn’t hold it another second. I tried to stand up, but before I could even make it off the couch, Noel tapped the star again. And then, it was like the dam burst. I couldn't help wetting myself, feeling the warm sensation spreading through the diaper, and all my big girl thoughts draining away. "See? It's like magic," Noel said, grinning. "Now you don't have to worry about going to the bathroom. You can just relax and enjoy being a little one." I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I didn’t even know why I was laughing; I didn’t know what he was saying. I didn’t understand the words on the TV either, but I liked the bright colours, and the feeling of relief as I flooded my diaper. Somewhere in my mind, the words I’d heard were stored away so I could understand them later. But right in that moment I was way too young for language, or for thoughts. I was filled with joy, and laughing in a world that seemed like an incomprehensible kaleidoscope of colours interesting colours and things for me to taste. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I started to remember how to think and talk again. It was a strange feeling, like waking up from a deep sleep. I looked around and saw Noel sitting next to me, still grinning from ear to ear. "Hey there, little one," he said, ruffling my hair. "Did you have fun?" "I think I did," I said, running my finger across the stars on my diaper. I could feel the magic inside, even before I started pressing the stars. It was like when you're little and you make a wish before blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. "So," Noel said, "Just so you know, you can use the magic stars whenever you want. Today or in the future." "Of course," I said, giggling like a child. "Maybe I will. But not today." "Good girl," he said. "Now, should we get you into a fresh diaper before we do anything else?" I nodded, and he helped me off the couch, then pulled at the tapes on my diaper. As it fell away from me, I saw that it was only a little damp, and probably hadn't needed changing right away. I felt so happy then, I knew I could have changed back into my regular clothes and still been giddy until the evening. But Noel was already pulling a clean diaper out of the pack. Noel carefully laid me down on the rug and began to wrap me in fresh plastic and soft cotton, taking care to tuck it all in snugly. As he fastened the tapes I felt as if everything was right in the world. I couldn't help but smile up at him as he gave me a gentle pat on my bum. Once we were both satisfied with my diaper, Noel helped me up and we went into the kitchen for lunch. We had a light snack of fruit salad and cheese sandwiches, washed down with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The meal was simple but delicious - just like being a kid again! Afterwards we returned to the living room, where I half expected we would watch cartoons on TV until it was time for our Christmas dinner. But instead, I saw that he'd somehow found time to unpack more stuff from his bag while I was eating. In the middle of the floor was a large plastic sheet to protect the carpet, and in the middle of it there were little pots of paint, brushes, and little pieces of coloured card. "What do you think?" Noel asked. "Does my baby girl want to try making her own Christmas decorations?" I couldn't believe my eyes. Making decorations was something I'd only dreamed of doing while I was still in diapers. Of course, I said yes and Noel started to spread out everything on the plastic sheet. He brought a bunch of toilet roll tubes from the recycling box, and we spent an hour painting them like Santa, angels, and elves. My painting was very clumsy, but he helped me do well and praised me for it. Every time I finished decorating one of the pieces he gave me a big hug and told me how clever I was. When all the decorations were finished we hung the angels on my little Christmas tree with all the tinsel and string lights. The other figures stood around the base of the tree, like they were having a party. It was so much fun seeing them all twinkle in the soft light as we sat back and looked at our handiwork. The magic that day seemed almost tangible; it felt like this happiness would never fade away. But eventually, I began to feel tired. The excitement and energy of the day was beginning to take its toll on me. Noel noticed this, and suggested that I take an afternoon nap, like a real baby. I couldn't help but agree; this had been an incredibly energetic Christmas already, and I couldn't wait to close my eyes. I didn't know if I would even be able to sleep, when I was so excited. But as Noel tucked me in he gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead, and seconds later I was drifting off into a deep sleep. * * * "Are you awake?" Noel asked. Noel's voice filled my head, and I felt like I was being gently rocked in my crib. I opened my eyes to see Noel standing over me, a big smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back, so happy to see him again. "Are you awake?" he asked again. "Do you want to change back into a big girl?" I thought hard about it, because I was starting to feel the need to poop, and didn't want to use my diaper for that. But after a moment of consideration I realized that I could wait until after dinner. "Can I stay little a bit more?" I asked, wondering how much work he was putting into this. "If it's okay with you…" "As long as you want," he said. "My present today is the sweetest little baby to play with, so you just think about what you want." So I stayed in my diaper a little while longer, and we went down to the kitchen. There, Noel prepared a traditional Christmas dinner for us - turkey and all the trimmings. He served me carefully with one hand, as if I was still a tiny baby; he even fed me some of the food like I was too clumsy to do it myself. Here and there he gave me gentle pats on my bum whenever I did something cute or made him laugh. While I was eating, I felt the pressure building in my bladder. I knew that I could have gone in my diaper, or even used the magic stars to make it easier. But I thought that if my mind went fully baby, I might lose control of my bowels as well. So told Noel that I was okay when he asked. He must have seen me squirming a little, because when I jumped down from my chair his hand went straight to tap the star on the front of my diaper. At first, I thought it was just the same as last time. My need to pee went from pretty urgent to right-this-second, and I turned to run to the bathroom. But then I realized that I was doing a magical pee-pee dance! It was incredible; my legs were doing a little shimmy and jig without me even thinking about it. With each step, the sensations in my bladder became stronger and stronger, while the urge to dance kept me from moving towards the bathroom. I couldn't even press my legs together because the diaper was so thick. I grabbed the diaper and pressed on it, but nothing helped and a second later I felt the first spurt of pee escape into the padding, and my big-girl thoughts dissolved. I was just a baby again. I couldn't understand the words Noel said as he laughed, or anything that was going on around me, but that didn't matter. I didn't know enough to connect the warmth spreading through my diaper with the relief from my bladder, but that didn't matter. I could just let it go without another thought. I couldn't remember how to stand up either, but that didn't matter either because I was happy lying on the soft carpet, rolling around. Instincts were all I needed now. There was a feeling that meant I needed to push, and then my tummy felt a lot bigger as the poop filled the back of my diaper. I giggled again, vaguely aware that Daddy was calling me a good girl. I don't know if I was trying to roll over, or to sit up. I just joyfully waved my arms and legs in the air, and reached out towards colourful things that I didn't know anything about. After a few minutes of laughter, I felt my thoughts start to return. I wanted to hide in shame, after realizing what I had done. I tried to crawl away, but the full diaper weighed more than usual and seemed to be weighing me down. I couldn't move at all without feeling the mess squish against my skin. Noel was there in an instant, to hold me close. He kissed my hair and murmured soothing words, telling me that everything was okay. Once we reached my bed, where the changing mat was already spread out, Noel laid me gently on the bed and started taking off my diaper with careful hands. "That’s better,” he said. “Let’s get you all clean. Would you like to grow up now, or shall we keep you in diapers for a little while?” My heart fluttered and I thought about how safe I felt in his arms. But then I remembered the accident, and I shook my head firmly. "No, I want to stay in diapers," I said, my voice quavering a little. "I want to enjoy my gift all day. But... don't make me have an accident again, please?" "I won't," he said. "But sometimes accidents happen, and that's okay. I'll keep you safe, no matter what." He started to put a clean diaper back on me then, and I couldn't help but frown a little. It seemed weird that I felt completely innocent while I was lying naked in front of him, but that didn't matter. As long as he would just hold me, I could be happy whatever I was wearing. "Open your legs," he said. I did, and he slid the new diaper under me. I felt him wipe my bottom clean, and then slide it into place, between my legs. I was amazed at how soft and comfortable the diaper felt. I relaxed into the mattress, and smiled contentedly. "There we go," Noel said. "Now ickle baby won't have so much trouble going to the bathroom." I giggled. I didn't understand why going to the bathroom was so funny, but it was. "Jingle bells, jingle bells," Noel was saying. "Jingle all the way." I couldn't quite remember what he was singing, but as I heard him hum the tune I thought I remembered. I started to hum along too, then to hum a few of the words as well. I thought it was odd that I was singing a Christmas song while I was still in my pajamas, but it didn't matter. Noel stopped singing and looked down at me. I was still sitting there in my underwear, singing away, and couldn't remember why I had stopped. And then I jumped a little when I saw him. He must have heard my confusion, because he asked, "Was I singing? Oh well, never mind." He picked me up, and I couldn't help but smile as he carried me out to the living room. Noel laid me down on the couch, and arranged a warm blanket around us. We snuggled up together and watched TV for a while as I slowly started thinking like an adult again. He held my hand and pointed at things that were on the show, telling me what they were, until I knew that I was just playing along. I felt safe and loved in his arms, and the diaper was just a comfortable thing to wear. I could feel the warmth of his body, while his calming voice kept my worries away. His presence made everything feel right; all of my earlier distress vanished away until I released a contented sigh. “Was it a good Christmas gift?” he asked, as we watched the end credits of ‘Elf’ scrolling past. “The best,” I said. “I love you. And before you ask, I want to let you know that I'm happy to be your baby any time you want." We carried on watching Christmas movies, just because neither of us wanted to move. It wasn't long before I was grown up enough that he felt it was okay to kiss me in the quiet moments. The sun was well below the horizon when the next movie ended, and the only lights visible outside the window were the reds and blues of my neighbours’ Christmas decorations. I smiled softly at Noel, who had fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder. He looked so content with me in his arms, just as I felt with him. I shifted position slightly, and he murmured. I knew there was no way I would be able to get up without waking him, but he looked so peaceful right then. And really, I didn’t want to move. I was still just a little embarrassed, but I didn’t want to let anything spoil this moment. I looked down at my diaper, and traced the edge of the star with my fingertips. Then I smiled, and pressed the magic button one more time.