my special place

* Don’t grow up, it’s a trap.

* Diapers aren’t just for babies

You feel your stomach gurgle as the suppositories you were given earlier do their work.

You had been diapered, fed laxatives, given suppositories and dressed up like a sissy baby.

This was after you came back home late for the fifth time due to "bad traffic"

She giggled as she stroked your stomach as it continues to contract.

“You'd better get used to this as I'll be keeping you like this for a while after what you did, now I should be going, I don't want to be late to the bar"

Your hands were locked in thick mittens and she also put a huge pacifier in your mouth.

You couldn’t hold it any longer. It created a gross mess in the diaper

Within minutes, a thick warm mulch was emptying itself into your diaper.There was nothing you could do

She removed your pacifier for a second before quickly thrusting the silicone nipple of a baby bottle as she forced you to drink a bottle of formula.

You finish the bottle. She says goodbye and leaves tied to the crib in your messy diaper. You then lie there until you fall asleep, wetting yourself a few times in your sleep