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The “punishment” wing of the ABDL regression clinic is not a place one willingly wants to be sent to

All of these girls have however either resisted their treatment programme

Or have not made sufficient progress against their plan

And this find themselves in the punishment wing

Often sedated, they wake up in diaper bondage completley at the mercy of the stern nurses

Here the nurses are more “authoritative” more “assertive” and more downright “sadistic”.

They take pleasure in the patients suffering

And are happy to put the patient into strict bondage and thick diapers and to administer whatever sedative, diuretic, laxative or other drug they see fit

These nurses here can't be bargained with, they can't be reasoned with, they do not feel pity or remorse or empathy, and they absolutely will not stop until you are infantilised

So better get use to extra thick diapers plastic pants and bondage. As well as the sensation of soiling and soaking those pampers…

Then came the realization that it was not going to end.

“So, you’re my new little girl,” he said, moving closer, my body recoiling from the attention. “You’re my little baby girl now. And you need a diaper.”

I watched him, a silent scream building in my throat. I was so small, I was so vulnerable. He held a diaper in his hands, a thing that had been so far, removed from my life, now taking up a prominent space in it. “Малышка” (Baby) he whispered, and I knew that he would never call me by my real name. It was all so much, all so overwhelming.

I could feel the soft, familiar padding and the fabric stretched between my legs, a constant reminder that I was no longer in control, and in this world, there were no rules, there was nothing that could protect me from what was coming. "I was only going to stay for a few months.” I thought. But what was I doing now?

Freedom 🌊

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