diaper bondage and punishment

Please understand that the contract you signed with is legally binding.

After 90 days , a Reassessment will be conducted and you will have options of opt out of home health services if you prove that it is not applicable to your needs and health

Please understand all medical decisions will be made by Nanny Chloe home health while under contact. Seeking any medical treatment or advice other then pre-approve recommendation, can result in breach of contact. If emergency occurs you are required to call caregiver management if able.

Please understand you have chosen nanny Chloe home health in doing so Nanny Chloe has policies and guidelines you are required to adhere too. If you choose not to adhere , you will be reprimanded or confinement to Nanny Chloe care facility for undetermined time.

All nanny Chloe patients are required to wear information monitor watches. Watches are designed to track vitals and gps locations. Watches are securely locked to patient and only caregiver staff is able to remove them .If watches interfere with work ankle monitor will be issued. Destroy or unauthorized removal of monitor devices. Will result in confinement at Nanny Chloe nursing facility. While under contact you are prohibited to enter such facilities

- [ ] Bar, clubs, strip club, or facilities servicing alcoholic beverages

- [ ] Unapproved medical facilities

- [ ] Gambling facilities

- [ ] Groceries stores

All Nanny Chloe patients are required to work full time employment, unless patient or patients are Impaired and unable to work. If you become unemployed, nanny Chloe will help or find you a job. If you quit ,Abandon your job or get terminated of your on doing , nanny Chloe will review ,why. If you had justified reason, Nanny Chloe will help find employment, if you quit without justification you will be sent to Nanny Chloe facility for training and education until you find suitable employment. Now Chloe service are covered by government insurance and most insurance companies. but if not every patients are responsible for supplies not covered by insurance.

If no insurance is available though company of employment Nanny Chloe service with find the appropriate coverage. You will do weekly shopping with a nanny Chloe caregiver. All nanny Chloe caregiver are schooled in dietary needs for health life.

- [ ] No soda or Energy drinks

- [ ] No alcohol

- [ ] No junk food ( chips cake, ice cream)

- [ ] Frozen pizza or frozen dinner.

Do understand that Nanny Chloe will also handle patients finances. Nanny Chloe will set a strict budget each patient must adhere too. You require to pay a portion paycheck to nanny Chloe for services Rendered.

Nanny Chloe will give a set allowance depending on your funds and behavior.

Nanny Chloe will insure house payment , car payments, all primary bills will be paid. All nonessential bill will be looked at. All credit card will be cut up and prohibit to use.

A placement assessment with be performed, determining your medical needs and psychological needs. This a government test and is requires after signing contact. First you will undergo a psychological test, then a series medical test. We understand if diapers are not medically necessary. We understand diaper could be used a psychological coping tools or sexual fantasies. After signing the contract you you agree to wear diapers, you will expect to wear diapers . We are incontience specialist company.

Nanny Chloe has choose garment all patients are required to wear. The only times a patient is permitted to be out of such garment

- [ ] When Patient is showering or bathing

- [ ] When caregiver and medical staff is in view that all time

- [ ] When patient is securely restrained

You are require to wear clothing garment a anti strip body suit. It can be

- [ ] Garment zip in back and require a key to zip up and unzip

- [ ] Long leg cover prevent diaper digging or access to privates.

- [ ] Garment can easily be hidden by normal clothing on top

- [ ] Blue garment for boy available with childish design or without.

All patients are required to wear chastity belts male and female. No patients will be allowed out of chastity belt unless strictly monitored by caregiver. All patients are allowed sexual relationship once a week.

Sexual relationship can be masterbating, or with a partner. Dating or marriage relationship will adhere to Nanny Chloe caregiver policies. Sexual Relationship are not guaranteed unless patients has completely followed policies.

Nanny Chloe has her own line of incontience products for her patients and clientele. Nanny Chloe diapers are thickest diaper made above normal standards . Nanny Chloe diapers have a thick crinkling plastic backing. Every diaper are scented with the smell of baby powder, urinating in your diaper cause a chemical reaction to release more baby powder fragrance. No more stinky diaper. Now understand your permitted to have four scheduled diapers changes a day three if unemployed or disabled.

- [ ] Morning

- [ ] Lunch ( at work )

- [ ] Evening

- [ ] Bedtime

Nanny Chloe diapers are available in four colors blue, pinks, purple and black. Blue diaper are for boy and pink are for girls. Purple diapers are for sissy and black are night time diapers for everyone. Black diapers are double the thickness and absorbency. All patients will have a set bedtime and require to comply . Any in fraction to comply with result in placement in Nanny Chloe care facilities. For working patients, a mobile care giver will assist you in changing diaper at lunch or around. Patient are encouraged to change at lunch time but not required to. Especially if bowel movement has occurred.

All diaper will have a wetness monitor sensor applied to them. This allows us to monitor your wetness.

Chapter 2

Jame was sitting around play around , looking at internet for diaper stuff at peaked his interest.

James had very strong interest in wear diapers and wetting diapers. He would do a occasionally enema once month for uncontrollably messy diaper but didn’t stay in messy diaper very long, but on the other hand a wet diaper James would wear until it sloppy wet. James was in heaven the wetter the diaper was.

James found a incontinence service program call nanny Chloe home health service. James’s was amazed , at the website. The services seems to local in his area. The service offer a 90 day free trail period. James couldn’t believe what at found, he assumed it was fake or a joke. They offer free a case of 60 diaper if you filled out and signed up for services. The free diaper would be nanny exclusive line of diapers , they bolster a claim like the last diaper you will every need. Double the thickness of any premium diaper and triple the absorbency , a 24 hour diaper if you dare .

Start filling out the application for services provided by Nanny Chloe.

The application was Generic and standard. It asked about your incontinence level , how many diapers you wore daily. James lied oh corse , James was not really incontinence he just enjoyed wearing diapers and women clothing. James would do anything to get free diapers, he would shop goodwill weekly for diapers and girly outfits.

Two weeks later, James was sitting at his computer, looking at diaper porn, and heard a knock at the door kind of late in the evening. James. Out the window to see a woman in the nurses uniform, holding a large box. James wondered why they would be a nurse at his house with a box. James answered the door. The woman looked at him and said I’m with nanny Chloe’s incontinent specialty service. I’m here to delivery your diapers , and go over the terms of the contract. Do remember you filled out the form on online Can you sign here please. James couldn’t believe it’s like really diapers, free diapers he started blushing in the face.

After signing for the package James instructed, to get in I’m the dark van with dark windows. James asked why?

The nurse calmly explained, we need to do a assessment of you incontinence, health and mental health. This is not a option it is a requirement. It only take a hour to two hours.

James had bad feeling about this time. James tried closing the door. Okay lady I’m not interested at this time james sterling told the nurse.

The nurse calmly explained to James is not option this a requirement, you signed e-document online and just now on paper.

James stood there blankly for a second “ nope not me lady I didn’t sign anything like that.”

I looked over at the van and to musclebound men get out of the vehicle. Nurse looked at me and said you can go willingly or you can make things really hard on yourself if you choose the hard way it and just means longer that you will have to spend at the assessment center.

I looked at her and said I sign up for the free diapers. I really don’t need the diapers. You can take the diapers back and we can forget about this whole ordeal.

The musclebound gentleman approach closer I really felt uneasy with the whole scenario at this time.

Suddenly I heard hiss sound and felt a painful sting in my leg. I looked down at my leg to realize I’ve been shot with a tranquilizer dart. I looked at the nurse and said you bitch you shot me. Everything became a blur, and I was weak and fell to the floor, and the light slowly faded until I passed out.

I woke up in a cinderblock room in a wheelchair with no clothes My wrist and my legs restrained to the wheelchair. I couldn’t move couldn’t get out of the chair. I thrashed a around trying to move. I had noticed my male private parts, where encased in a pink steel Chasity cage screamed at the top of my lungs bitch can I keep me here!

I could hear keys being jingled on a keychain and being inserted into a thick metal door, the door slowly open.

heavyset redheaded nurse walked in and said, are you ready to do your assessment now or would you like to wait in this room longer and work out your frustrations?

I looked at the redheaded girl, and said it looks like a really don’t have an option. I guess we’ll go ahead and do the assessment.

The nurse push me down a long white Corredor and hit a button on the wall and another door open. We were now inside the room with medical equipment and a big 80 inch TV on the wall.

The nurse the nurse reached for a posture collar and secured it around my neck. We’re all I could see was the 80 inch TV I couldn’t turn my head one centimeter.Then she slid I said, headphones on my ears, the completely engulfed my ears. I couldn’t hear anything with the headphones on. She then attach electrodes to my head to my chest, and on my wrist and one to the perineum of my genitals.

After being hooked up to all electrodes, the nurse exited the room, leaving me alone

I can hear calming water sounds through the headphones, then the big television, started images of of women in diapers, trans women in diapers and male in diapers. In the headphones, start playing moaning and sex sound.

Adults in sissy, outfits in bondage scenarios with femdom. I started to get aroused but the Chasity cage prevented me from getting hard.

The TV show started Hypno videos, and Males being forced into sissy baby situation’s.

Sissy adult baby porn, and Hypno files very familiar to me, the videos being played, were videos, I masturbated to.

Getting aroused, but limited by the Chasity cage had me very frustrated I tested my restraints trying to free myself.

The door open and a stunning doctor walked in room holding a I pad. She start typing on her iPad and different image started playing on playing on television. Then male sexual voices started playing in headphone after a minute it switch to a angelic sweet voice. I started hearing phases like, who a stinky sissy boy, who a naughty sissy girl , and aww does sissy baby has wet squishy diaper. The television rapidly flashed image of sissy babies in thick diaper dominant mother figures and strict women. Then medical images of catheter, enemas , anal toys and restraints sissy babies. I couldn’t contain my excitement, my penis fill the chastity cage trying to get hard and erect.

After maybe fifteen minutes the doctor turn the television off and the headphone start play nursery rhyme music without lyrics. Two nurse enter the rooms after a few minutes . I doctor talked to the nurses, i could barely see out of corner of my eyes.

The approach me and removed my headphones. She looked at smile. My scans and test tell me that your a sissy baby and like dominant women in medical. She then rip a electrode off my chest , in a stern voice she said isn’t that correct. I try to remain silent has she yanked another electrode off. I grunted has she pulled another electrode off.

To be continued depends on you.

I soon discovered he was a sissy baby add first thought oh gross. I change diapers at work and for my nieces and nephews I really don’t want at home.

But I start putting him in diapers and restraints. I start putting medical braces on him and chastity cages.

Now when he get off of work, he goes he crib immediately for diapers time. I don’t cook for him anymore, just give a bottle every hour or so. I get watch whatever I want , while he lay in crib restrained . He learn to lay in silence fearing spanking and the penis gag. He learned that his diaper won’t be changed until morning no matter if full of urine or fecal. It amazes me that diapers costs less his tools , his video games and drinking with friends.

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My stomach cramps in my bowel ache. My body tries to push out the huge butt plug like some foreign invader, but the thick padding of the diaper is preventing it from coming out all the way it gets to the widest point, and stops. My ass slowly sucks it back in but not after a little fluid escapes.

My mistress chained me to the toilet and set up a video camera and listens to me whimpering whine behind a huge ball gag. She is also broadcasting, my suffering and pain live on the Internet for everybody to watch and comment on . I moan and grunt as my body repeatedly tries to expel the Huge butt plug.

I know it’s a matter of time my body will force this plug out, and a brown mushy mess will be made in my diaper. I know my diaper will not be able to contain the awful mess and brown streaks of fluid will escape the leg, gatherings, and drip to the floor.

 Whatever drugs, they are using causes severe dry mouth and constantly has him craving any type of fluid.

They he knows that they’re using a strong, diarrhetic and laxative, all fluids go straight through him into his thick diaper

James has learned his place and does not dare defy his aunties and his mommies. Several spankings and canings have mentally and emotionally scarred him.

James also knows to drink his bottle completely empty he once refused and they ended up shoving a nasal feeding tube into his nose. It had caused him so much pain and discomfort. Doesn’t want to relive that moment.

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Excerpt: Group Therapy

(Notice: The following features mature content in an ABDL role-play setting. All characters are over the age of 18. It is entirely fictional and shared for entertainment purposes only.)

Nurse Bellamy led Lena down another hall by the leash.

Lena walked slowly, partly because the diaper forced her thighs apart, partly because the locked pink onesie made every step feel wrong, and partly because her stomach still hurt.

It was worse now.

Not constant. That would have been easier. It came in waves. A tightening low in her belly, then a slow twist, then a cramp that made her toes curl inside the soft footed pajamas. Each time it passed, Lena told herself she could make it a little longer.

Just until group was over.

Just until someone let her use a real bathroom.

Just until she got through whatever came next.

The leash tugged.

“Keep up,” Nurse Bellamy said.

Lena forced herself forward.

The hallway opened into another wing of the facility. The walls here were painted a warm cream color, with framed posters about recovery and accountability. At first glance, they almost looked normal.

YOU ARE HERE TO HEAL.

STRUCTURE IS SAFETY.

MATURITY IS EARNED, NOT GIVEN.

That last one made Lena slow down.

Nurse Bellamy tugged the leash again.

Lena kept walking.

The room they entered had a sign on the door.

GROUP REHABILITATION THERAPY.

Underneath, in smaller letters, someone had added a laminated cartoon sun with a smiling face.

The room on the other side looked like a first-grade classroom.

That was Lena’s first thought.

Not a therapy room. Not a medical room. Not even one of the grim institutional spaces she had seen through the windows on the way from the changing room.

A classroom.

There was a whiteboard at the front. Bright paper borders around bulletin boards. A rug with colorful squares. Shelves filled with bins of crayons, safety scissors, glue sticks, picture books, and worksheets. The desks were small but adult-sized, arranged in a wide circle so every patient could see every other patient.

At each desk sat a young woman.

Some were in hospital gowns. Some wore pale, shapeless pajamas. Some were in locked onesies like Lena’s, though different colors. Yellow. Blue. Mint green. One wore a gray anti-tamper suit with padded sleeves and a soft helmet strapped beneath her chin.

Every patient was restrained in some way.

That was what Lena noticed next.

The restraints were not the same.

One girl had only a simple leash clipped from her chair to a belt around her waist. Another wore a full harness system crossing her chest, shoulders, and thighs, attached to the chair in three places. One patient had her wrists cuffed to the desk. Another had her hands covered in soft mitts, with the mitts clipped to loops near her knees. Several had helmets. Several did not.

The amount of restraint seemed personal.

Earned.

Or lost.

Lena looked down at herself.

Pink locked onesie. Harness. Leash. Diaper beneath everything, the outline of it thick and visible no matter how much she wished it was not.

She knew exactly what everyone saw.

Nurse Bellamy did not let her enter quietly.

“Sorry we’ve got a late one,” Nurse Bellamy called out as the door opened. “She had to stop by the changing room because she’s a bedwetter who lied about not needing a diaper and woke up reeking of pee.”

The room burst into laughter.

Lena stopped dead.

It was not everyone. It could not have been everyone. Some of the patients only stared. Some ducked their heads as if afraid of being caught laughing. One girl covered her mouth, eyes wide and guilty.

But to Lena, it was all of them.

The whole circle.

The whole room.

Laughter bouncing off the whiteboard, the posters, the little desks, the bright paper borders. Laughter at her suit, her leash, her diaper, the reason she was late. Laughter at the wet bed she could still smell in her mind even though Miss Wendy had wiped and powdered her clean.

Her face went so hot she felt dizzy.

“Settle down,” a woman at the front of the room said.

The laughter faded quickly.

Not because the woman had shouted.

Because she had not.

She stood beside the whiteboard with a clipboard tucked against her chest. She was tall and narrow, with a smooth brown bob, a lavender cardigan, and glasses on a chain. Her skirt fell below her knees. She looked like a strict private-school teacher who would remember every student’s birthday and every student’s worst mistake.

A nameplate on her desk read MRS. KINDERCARE.

The name was so ridiculous that Lena almost laughed.

Then Mrs. Kindercare looked at her.

Lena did not laugh.

“Bring her to the empty seat, Nurse Bellamy,” Mrs. Kindercare said. “We were just beginning.”

“Yes, Mrs. Kindercare,” Nurse Bellamy said.

The answer came automatically. Respectfully. Like Mrs. Kindercare outranked her.

Nurse Bellamy guided Lena to an empty desk in the circle. The chair had a ring bolted to one side and a short strap fixed to the back.

“Sit,” Nurse Bellamy said.

Lena sat. The diaper compressed beneath her.

She shifted immediately, then stopped when she realized the movement only made the padding crinkle louder and feel even more obvious.

Nurse Bellamy clipped Lena’s leash to the ring on the chair, then pulled the strap around the back of the harness and secured it.

“Hands on the desk,” Nurse Bellamy said.

Lena placed her hands on the desk.

The surface was smooth plastic, lightly scratched by old crayon marks.

“Good,” Nurse Bellamy said.

Then she leaned close enough that only Lena could hear.

“No outbursts in group.”

Lena did not answer.

Nurse Bellamy straightened and walked to the side of the room.

Mrs. Kindercare smiled at the circle.

“Now,” Mrs. Kindercare said, “who wants to raise her hand and remind the group why you are all here?”

Several patients looked down.

One girl in a pale blue onesie raised her hand slowly.

“Yes, Hannah,” Mrs. Kindercare said.

Hannah sat up straighter.

“Because we’re addicts,” Hannah said.

Mrs. Kindercare tilted her hand from side to side.

“Close,” Mrs. Kindercare said. “You are all helpless, hopeless, pitiful addicts in need of severe treatment.”

The room was quiet.

Lena stared at her.

Mrs. Kindercare said it brightly. Calmly. Like she was correcting a math problem.

“And that is why you are all here,” Mrs. Kindercare continued. “To receive the kind of care and structure only advanced, mature staff and adults can provide.”

She let that sit for a moment. The term ‘adult’ immediately sent a chill of unease through Lena, as all the women there were clearly adults themselves.

“Now, many of you came to us believing addiction was the ultimate cause of all your problems,” Mrs. Kindercare said. “Some of you were told that by doctors. Some by counselors. Some by judges. Some by family members who loved you but did not understand the deeper pattern.”

She turned to the whiteboard.

Written there in neat blue marker were the words:

INFANTILE BEHAVIORAL DISORDER

Mrs. Kindercare tapped the board with the marker.

“Addiction is real,” Mrs. Kindercare said. “No one here is denying that. But addiction is also a symptom. It is what happens when a patient with immature coping structures is given adult freedom before she has developed adult control.”

Lena stared at the words on the board.

Infantile Behavioral Disorder.

Mrs. Kindercare said it so calmly that, for one second, it almost sounded like something real.

“When a patient cannot tolerate discomfort, she reaches for a substance,” Mrs. Kindercare said. “When she cannot regulate shame, she reaches for a substance. When she cannot accept limits, consequences, boredom, fear, hunger, loneliness, or ordinary disappointment, she reaches for a substance.”

She looked around the circle.

“That is not adult behavior,” Mrs. Kindercare said. “That is infantile behavior wearing adult clothes.”

The room was silent.

Mrs. Kindercare smiled gently.

“So remember,” Mrs. Kindercare said, “the real underlying cause of your addiction is infantile behavioral disorder. When a patient is only capable of infantile behavior, and she is not treated at the developmental level she can actually maintain, she resorts to substances to solve problems she is not mature enough to process.”

Lena looked around the room.

No one reacted.

Some patients nodded along.

One girl sucked on the side of her finger, realized what she was doing, and quickly put her hand back on the desk.

Mrs. Kindercare saw it anyway.

“Fingers are for playing, not for sucking, Ava,” Mrs. Kindercare said.

Ava’s face went pink.

“Yes, Mrs. Kindercare,” Ava said.

Mrs. Kindercare turned back to the board.

“Let’s begin by reviewing the ten rules, as we do every week.”

Lena noticed the rules then.

They were written on a large poster beside the whiteboard, each number decorated with a small cartoon animal. A rabbit beside rule one. A duck beside rule two. A lamb beside rule three.

Mrs. Kindercare pointed to the first line.

“All together,” Mrs. Kindercare said.

The room began to read.

Lena did not.

At first.

“One,” the group said. “No speaking unless spoken to. If you need a staff member’s attention for an emergency, raise your hand.”

Mrs. Kindercare’s eyes moved to Lena.

Lena felt the look before she fully met it.

She joined in on rule two.

“Two,” the group read. “No speaking to other patients. We are not qualified to help the others around us, and we will only do damage by inserting ourselves where we do not belong.”

Mrs. Kindercare smiled.

“You are always welcome to ask staff for help,” Mrs. Kindercare added. “Staff know where help belongs.”

The group moved on.

“Three. No touching others or ourselves without permission.”

Mrs. Kindercare raised one finger.

“That includes scratching, nose picking, picking at clothing, touching protection, and any unsavory or shameful activities,” she said.

A few girls looked down.

Lena’s stomach cramped. She gripped the edge of the desk.

“Four,” the group read. “No saying no to those in charge. No lying under any circumstances.”

Lena’s jaw tightened.

“Five. No cursing or using adult language inappropriate for our behavior or status.”

Mrs. Kindercare nodded approvingly.

“Six. We will eat and drink all we are given without question.”

A soft murmur moved through the circle.

Lena thought of the gruel.

The bottle.

Her stomach twisted harder.

“Seven. We will use the potty promptly and cleanly if and when taken.”

Lena’s face went hot.

“Eight. We will never leave our bed, chair, room, or assigned location without escort.”

The leash at Lena’s side felt heavier.

“Nine. We will treat and speak to all staff members with respect.”

Mrs. Kindercare’s smile deepened.

“Ten. We will maintain a positive and grateful attitude at all times, and accept any discipline with self-reflection and vocal gratitude.”

The group paused.

Mrs. Kindercare lowered her marker.

“And finally,” Mrs. Kindercare said.

The room recited together.

“I remember that I am here because I am incapable of caring for myself, and I need treatment. I will always do what I’m told, with gratitude, because staff members always know what’s best for me, no matter what.”

The words filled the room in a flat, practiced rhythm.

Lena said them too, but quietly.

She hated herself for that.

Mrs. Kindercare looked pleased.

“Very good,” she said. “Much better than last week.”

A girl near the windows smiled faintly, proud of the praise.

Lena stared at the rules.

No speaking unless spoken to.

No saying no.

Eat and drink all you are given.

Use the potty promptly and cleanly when taken.

The language was simple. Almost childish. That was the trick. It sounded basic enough to be harmless until she imagined living inside it.

Until she realized she already was.

Mrs. Kindercare began to lecture.

At first, Lena tried to listen.

She wanted to understand the system. She wanted to find the weak point in it. Somewhere there had to be a rule, a procedure, a right, a phone call, a doctor, a signature, something she could use. Places like this had paperwork. Oversight. Laws.

They had to.

But Mrs. Kindercare’s voice softened into a steady hum.

“Infantile behavioral disorder expresses itself through avoidance, dependence, tantrum behaviors, emotional leakage, bodily neglect, defiance, self-soothing through substances, and refusal to accept appropriate authority…”

Lena shifted in the chair.

The diaper pressed up against her.

Her stomach cramped again.

She breathed in slowly, gripping the desk harder.

The little trickle on the potty had done nothing for the deeper pressure in her bowels. She could feel the gruel moving through her. The medicine. The vitamins. The gut regulation, as the nurse had called it…

Lena swallowed.

Then, a nurse wheeled a cart into the room.

Every head lifted.

Lena saw the cart and went cold.

Baby bottles.

Two full trays of them, each one filled with warm creamy liquid. Some had blue caps. Some pink. Some yellow. Steam fogged the inside of a few clear plastic bottles. The smell of vanilla reached Lena from across the room.

The reaction in the room was immediate.

Patients straightened in their chairs. One girl made a soft, eager sound and covered her mouth the instant it escaped. Another bounced once in her seat before the strap on her harness caught her. A girl with mittens lifted both covered hands and whimpered, then forced them back to her desk.

Mrs. Kindercare smiled.

“I see we’re excited for mid-morning ba-bas,” she said.

Several patients blushed. Lena stared at them.

They wanted them.

Not pretended. Not resigned. Wanted.

Their eyes tracked the bottles like starving animals watching food.

Mrs. Kindercare turned back to the circle.

“Now,” she said, “before we continue, who wants to remind the group when you are allowed to leave the facility?”

A patient near the front raised her hand.

“Yes, Claire,” Mrs. Kindercare said.

“Whenever we want,” Claire said.

Lena’s attention snapped fully awake.

That was not the answer she expected. It had to be wrong.

Mrs. Kindercare clapped her hands once.

“That’s right,” she said. “You are all allowed to leave whenever you want.”

Lena stared at her.

The room nodded.

A few patients even smiled.

“All you have to do,” Mrs. Kindercare continued, “is prove to us that you are a capable, self-sufficient adult. That seems more than fair, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Kindercare,” the group said.

The answer came in a practiced chorus.

Lena could barely breathe.

Allowed to leave.

Whenever they wanted.

All they had to do was prove they were adults.

Her eyes moved to the bottles.

Mrs. Kindercare followed her gaze as if she knew exactly what Lena was thinking.

“Now,” Mrs. Kindercare said, “who here thinks she is an adult ready to leave the facility?”

No one raised a hand.

No one even twitched.

Mrs. Kindercare waited.

The patients stared at their desks.

“And who would like her baby bottle instead?” Mrs. Kindercare asked.

Every hand went up.

Immediately.

Some shot up so fast that the restraints on their wrists jerked them short. One patient whined when her mittened hand did not rise high enough. Another lifted both hands, then remembered herself and lowered one with a guilty look.

Mrs. Kindercare smiled.

“There we are,” she said. “Honest girls get what they need.”

The nurse began handing out bottles.

The room changed.

Patients who had been dull and quiet came alive. Hands reached. Eyes brightened. One girl whispered, “Please,” before the nurse reached her, then clapped a hand over her mouth and looked terrified. Another patient hugged her bottle to her chest for one second before putting the nipple in her mouth.

Soon the whole room was full of soft sucking sounds.

Lena watched in disgust.

Then in horror.

Then with a feeling much worse than either.

Understanding.

The trap was right there. So obvious that it almost did not look like a trap.

They could leave whenever they proved they were adults.

But the bottles were how the facility made adulthood impossible.

The bottles were the relief. The medicine. The thing that quieted withdrawal and softened the ugly, screaming need inside the body of every severe addict there in the facility. Every patient in the room knew it. That was why their hands had gone up so fast. That was why their eyes had followed the cart. That was why even the girls who looked ashamed still reached for them.

So long as they accepted the bottle, the staff could point to the bottle and call it proof.

So long as they needed it, they were not ready to leave.

And addiction made their ‘need’ practically guaranteed.

Lena’s body knew that before her mind finished arranging the thought.

Her skin was crawling again.

Her hands shook on the desk. Sweat prickled under the collar of the onesie. Her head ached behind her eyes. Her stomach twisted and rolled, and beneath all of it was the deeper, familiar hunger from the night before.

Not hunger for food.

For relief. Chemical relief.

The bottle had relief in it. She knew that now. She could not pretend she did not.

Methadone, maybe. Benzos. Some careful little cocktail meant to soften the sharp edges of street-drug withdrawal and make the body stop screaming. Whatever it was, it had worked. The bedtime formula had slowed the panic. It had dulled the crawling under her skin from lack of pills. It had made her body loosen and sink and go quiet for a few hours.

And that was why the others wanted it so badly.

One by one, the patients’ faces softened. Shoulders lowered. Eyes went half-lidded. The sucking sounds slowed into a steady rhythm.

They looked peaceful.

They looked trapped.

The nurse reached Lena’s desk with a bottle.

It had a pink cap.

Lena stared at it.

Her mouth filled with saliva before she could stop it.

“No, thank you,” Lena said.

The nurse paused.

“What was that, dear?” Mrs. Kindercare asked.

The whole room seemed to notice at once.

Sucking slowed.

Eyes turned.

Lena felt the bottle hovering just in front of her.

She forced herself to sit straighter.

“I don’t need a bottle, ma’am,” Lena said. “I’m an adult. And I don’t need to be here at the facility. I’m a grown adult ready to leave.”

The room went quiet except for the soft wet sound of a few patients still sucking.

Mrs. Kindercare frowned.

“I believe you were brought late to therapy for bedwetting, dear,” she said.

A ripple of laughter moved through the circle.

Lena’s face burned.

“I don’t care,” Lena said boldly, suddenly shaking with adrenaline. “I’m still an adult.”

Mrs. Kindercare studied her.

“Are you certain?” she asked. “Because you know the penalties for lying are not pretty, dear.”

“Yes,” Lena said. “I’m certain. In fact, you can untether me right now, and I’m ready to walk out that door and leave on my own just fine.”

A few patients gasped.

Someone whispered, “Oh no,” around the nipple of her bottle.

Mrs. Kindercare did not raise her voice.

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she said. “Your adulthood is assessed by the doctor. The other staff and I are just here to facilitate and help you reach your goals in the meantime.”

Lena’s heart pounded.

“But of course, no one is forcing you to take a comfort bottle, Lena. If you are truly as mature as you say, then you should have no trouble going without one. And I’ll tell you what,” Mrs. Kindercare continued. “Why don’t you continue proving to me what a big girl you say you are by behaving like an adult for the rest of class? I will be sure to give the doctor a glowing report for when you see him. You know, if you really are telling the truth.”

“Of course I am!” Lena said.

“Attitude, dear,” Mrs. Kindercare said. “Now, quiet down. The whole class isn’t just about you. It is called group therapy, remember.”

A few girls chuckled around their bottles.

Lena felt the laughter crawl over her skin.

Mrs. Kindercare’s smile disappeared.

“And if you speak out of turn again without raising your hand,” she said, “I will discipline you in front of the whole room.”

Lena’s mouth closed. She nodded, cheeks hot.

Then the nurse quietly removed the bottle from Lena’s desk.

Lena watched it go.

Her body protested so hard she almost called it back.

She did not.

She sat there while every other patient drank.

She sat there while their faces softened and their bodies relaxed. While one girl sighed around the nipple like she had been saved. While another tipped her bottle higher, desperate for the last of it. While a third began to cry quietly with relief as the nurse stroked her hair and told her she was doing beautifully.

Lena sat dry-mouthed, sweating in her locked pink suit, the diaper hot between her thighs and the cramps moving deeper through her belly.

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Sometime after her auction at the Baby Slave Gallery, Yukari has fully embraced her new status in life! And to make matters worse, her Master, Makoto, takes her out for a walk, where all her old friends can enjoy a first hand look at the humiliated Baby Slave, as she fills her diapers in extremely embarrassing fashion~ No going back to her old life after a degrading display like that~!

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It enforces the Daddy role, with no use of their hands, they are completely reliant on you as a CG!

Pros:

Any buckles and restraints are guaranteed to stay where you put them.

No more removing diapers when you aren’t watching them.

No more hands inside their diapers.

No more removing the plug in their bottom.

Watching them struggle as they try to hold their bottle with both hands is the cutest!

It makes littles feel and act more vulnerable.

No more sneaking into the sweeties cupboard, it’s impossible to unwrap any candy with these on!

Things to note:

They definitely get cranky after being in them for a few days!

It becomes far more intense for the CG, possibly not a negative, but, be aware, you will be needed for everything, not just when it suits you!

It’s vital that you regularly clean both their hands and inside the mittens- tantrums are almost guaranteed when you remove them! It can lead to lots of upsetting tears and tantrums, which of course is upsetting seeing your little distraught.

They can no longer suck their thumb obviously, so, if your little is a thumb sucker, an extra large paci (so they can pick it up themselves) pinned to their chest is very important!

They can still use their hands to rub their diapers, this is NOT to be used as a means to prevent naughty ones from stimulating theirselves! (Though most mittens have D-rings, so, you can use these in imaginative ways)

Love is in the air!

A birthday gift for @NebulaAxolotl, with them locked into a highchair, force-fed way too much cake, as they helplessly fill their diapers, with the looming threat of the rest of it being dumped in their diaper~ u_u

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