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When Mommy thinks you need some Tummy Time!

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Locked in chastity, lovense plug in, ready to be controlled!

He wants me to out the control link for it up so anyone can control it!

Going to be a lot of failed humping today I think!

Now people can see what type of real man you are. When you start pissing and shiting your diapers. Now that laxative should kick in any time . Just think it all going to be all Captured by the web cam. don’t tell this no what you wanted, I found your diaper porn on my computer after you got a virus on it. I was so humiliated when the service tech show what caused it. I want you to experience the humiliation you cause me. Now look in the web cam so people can see your pretty face I spend an hour do your makeup.

The metal of the bed was cold against my skin, the straps biting into my flesh, a mocking embrace. A medical prison. This wasn’t a room, it was a dissection table, and I was the specimen. My body, exposed yet restricted, was a canvas for their experiments. I tried to move, but my casted head made it impossible.

The door opened, a figure appearing, her casual clothing a stark contrast to the sterile environment. She moved with a practiced ease, a technician in her own twisted laboratory.

The tube came first, a cold invasion that forced its way into my mouth, silencing any attempt at protest. Then came the funnel, a gaping maw that promised only humiliation and surrender. I tried to struggle, but my bound arms were useless.

The liquid was a viscous yellow, a sickening blend I could taste even before it forced its way down my throat. Forced feeding, forced submission, forced everything. It was a deliberate violation, a complete obliteration of my autonomy. My only purpose now, was to be fed.

The sound was almost mechanical, a sucking, gurgling, a grotesque parody of feeding. My body, once mine, was now just a vessel, a thing to be filled and used. There was no escape. No way to fight back.

The leather bit into my skin, a familiar embrace of forced submission. The Segufix straps held me fast, a prisoner in my own twisted reality. My limbs were spread wide, every inch of me exposed, my head pinned to the unforgiving leather of the headrest, and I knew that any hope for escape was lost. I had become a display, a tool for her twisted games.

This was my life now. This was my new normal.

I could feel a soft humming around me as everything began to be set up. I watched as the tube connected to me, and it became clear to me, what she had planned.

Then came the wetness, a sudden, unwelcome sensation that spread through me, a telltale sign of my pathetic state. My diaper, already stretched to its limit, finally gave way, and the warmth of my own urine spilled over me, a visible testament to my complete and utter loss of control. I tried to struggle, to resist the humiliating reality, but the restraints held me fast, forcing me to surrender. This is what I had become. Just a thing to be used.

She walked over to me and stared down. "This is for your own good, you know? You can't always be holding it in. You need to release. I have designed this system specifically for you. It is safe. It is yours."

Then came the final indignity, a deliberate and calculated act of degradation. The tube, connected to my mouth, the cold rush of liquid against my tongue as the urine filled me, and I knew, with sickening certainty, that I had become nothing more than a vessel, a living toilet, completely dehumanized, and utterly defeated. The urine was flowing, I was being filled, and I was powerless to do anything but let it all happen.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, you won't need them any more. And such a cute butt too, it's going to look so good plugged up."