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“I don’t think you fully understand yet…”

“You’re not a woman and you’re not a man. You’re not even a silly baby. All you are is a play thing. A toy for me to do whatever I like with!”

“I can tie you up all nice and tight with a thick diaper to make sure you can stay here for a long time without any little messes to clean up. Plus I think you’ll eventually come to love the subtle hypnosis and mind melting tapes that the headphones will be blasting into your ears!”

“Just wait, in a weeks time and countless diaper changes later I predict you’ll become the cutest docile little Dolly that will sit for hours playing ‘dress up’ and ‘baby’ without ever complaining! Doesn’t that sound fun!”

When Punishment Is Not Punishment: Version 2.0

Forced bottle feeding was the only way to go. Daddy decided there wasn’t any other way for you to wet your diapers uncontrollably and nonstop like he wanted. He couldn’t trust you to drink enough fluids as he told you to. After establishing that you are going to wear diapers from now on, because you are his boy, in his house, he let you drink from glasses. Diaper training meant drinking a lot and wetting a lot. You wet your diapers, but not enough diapers. Daddy wanted you wetting constantly, that you couldn’t hold it anymore, that you will go anywhere and anytime.

But you were naughty and messed it up. You didn’t drink as much as daddy told you to and he had to take this matter into his hands. It meant you were not just a boy, but a baby who needed to be bottle fed.

After putting you in a fresh diaper, daddy tied a bib around your neck, laid you in his lap, held your head in one hand and pressed a giant plastic nipple into your mouth with the other hand. You knew not to resist and took it. You were surprised by the new adult baby situation, but daddy had so much control over you by now, there was nothing you could’ve done.

You were reduced to a diaper wetter, bib wearer, bottle drinker, and daddy’s baby boy. Drink up. —————————————-