Ko's Playpen

He woke up feeling really groggy and disoriented

The last thing he remembered was the gorgeous dark haired woman at the bar smiling at him as she handed him a drink.

Then it all went blurry and dark.

And now he found himself on his back with a thick Terry nappy between his legs and a pair of plastic pants on his chest

His hands were cuffed and he had been forced to hold a cuddly toy stuffie

His legs were strapped up in the air

In his mouth was a large rubber pacifier

He was utterly helpless. Half naked and exposed except for the nappy loosely arranged around his hips

He tried to struggle free but it was useless. He could not escape

He heard the door handle turning in the door and saw in the door frame the same beautiful Raven haired beauty who he had been drinking with in the bar… “You awake Sweetie she asked?”

We had such a lovely date, didn’t we? But now we’re home and you’re begging for a change.

But I can’t help myself - I just want to tease you!

You dressed up so nicely for me in that cute dress with a sweet thick diaper tucked beneath.

You think I didn’t notice your cute little giveaways when you were going pee pee in your diaper, you think I was clueless to the entire thing.

But you’re wrong about that, sweetheart and your diaper is absolutely soaked with piss.

I can’t help but call you out for how soaked you are, no changes here - oh no.

You’ll be cumming in this diaper before you get a change from me.

Pinned to the bed, I want to make you cum, teasing you over and over until your body gives in and you cum for me over and over again like the good girl you are.

Only after you’ve destroyed your diaper and you’re a shaking mess on the bed do I grant you a diaper change.

I am going to take care of my girl. You’ve done so well, I’m so proud of you

Image credit The ABDaycare

Ich hab Mama angerufen und die Wechsel erlaubniss geholteinzige Bedingung eine rosa Windel und der Dildo bleibt drinn!!!

"Look! Lookie, Tina – see how pretty I look now? Don' you like my pretty new clothes?"

Weak hands clutched instinctively at the thin wire bars. Cuffs clinked softly against the kneeling girl's metallic confines. A rustle and crinkle sounded through the room as she wriggled and bounced rhythmically in place. And from her came the most indescribable sound: a confused, mewling whimper, like a hungry kitten who no longer knew where she was or what she wanted.

Which was actually pretty accurate.

Not that her bubbly visitor noticed, of course. "See?" Abigail enthused in her bright, innocent babble. "They gave me a brand-new outfit, jus' for being a good girl! I learned all my shapes, an' colors, an' aminals, an', an'…" she trailed off, eyes clouding as she struggled to remember. "An' they said I could go now an' be a big girl an' dance for a performance! In front of a big ol' camera an' everything!"

The wide, confused eyes staring up into her visitor's beaming face blinked, then drifted wonderingly down over the purple lingerie top before her. Was that a flicker of envy deep in those dark eyes? Perhaps so… but it passed as her eyes slid over the bulging purple of her visitor's well-diapered posterior. That, at least, was familiar. The caged little kitten knew that sight well… for was it not the very same sort of garment that she wore herself?

"Puh- puh-wetty," came her soft whisper, and her fingers were stretching through the bars to brush against the tantalizing garter belt and stockings her visitor was flaunting. "Pwitty…" At which the innocent smile on Abigail's face only widened. "I know – they're super pretty! I'm such a big girl in my pretty princess clothes! I bet you wish you could wear some too, huh?"

Tina's dark eyes clouded, dropping shamefully down over her exposed, naked breasts to the simple, unadorned bulk of her own matching lavender diaper. Gone forever were all coherent memories of how she and Abigail had been friends once: partners in crime, sentenced to rehabilitation together in this new facility that promised to train them for gainful employment. In their place were fragments of disconnected thoughts, strung together solely by the hypnotic phrases that resounded in her mind every day and every night…

Good pet. Obedient pet. Submissive little pet.

But her friend was prattling on once more. "Being a big girl is so much more fun than being a little kitty, Tina! I'm so glad I'm not a dumb little kitty like you…" She giggled and thrust her padded rear out as if for emphasis. "I'm gonna dance, and sing, and show everyone how pretty I am! A pretty little princess. A pretty, prissy little- princess…"

But suddenly, as if her mind had snagged upon some hidden bug, Tina's formerly bubbly speech grew halting… mechanical… monotone. Her eyes glazed involuntarily, her posture growing rigid as her lips formed the words that were suddenly overspreading her mind like clouds over a darkening sky. "Prissy… pissy… princess. Pud-dle pants… Pissy- little- pud-dle pants…"

And beneath her halting words came the hissing rush of hot urine into the pastel bulk of a diaper. Or rather, two diapers.

For the pair of brown eyes staring up at her had also clouded, caught up in the same unfortunate trigger phrase that rippled through her mind and unleashed the hypnotic mantras burned into it. "Puh-dull… pants…" Tina breathed, her naked body sagging limply against the bars of her cage. "Puh-dull… pants… pet…"

What a picture they made: two young women, partners in crime now become partners in padding. For despite the very different roles which they had been forced to adopt, the hypnotic training they had received contained common triggers: triggers that ensured that whether prancing princess or cuffed kitten, neither girl would ever again be entirely the mistresses of their own bladders.

Image Credit: @abdreams