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Just Stare at the Bear

The waiting room of the Adult Baby Wellness Clinic smelled like a mixture of talcum powder, antiseptic and crayons. The walls were covered in bright pastel colors and cheerful cartoon animals. Walter sat cross-legged on the padded tile floor, legs bowed out from the bulky diaper between them. At thirty-two years old, he never felt more out of place. Even though there were other adults in his exact position scattered around the room. 

One chubby man sat in an oversized stroller, eyes glazed and staring into some far-off world, drool steadily dripping down his chin and onto a soaked bib.  His diaper smelled so strongly that it filled the whole waiting area. 

Another man was dressed like a sissy gurl in a frilly pink tutu and matching pink diaper, chewing furiously on a teething ring. “Alice! That’s yucky! You don’t know where that’s been!” the woman with him scolded, snatching the ring away. She reached into her bag and pulled out a thick rubber dildo. “Here, if you want something in your mouth that bad, you can suck on this, but no teeth!”

Across from him, a man in a onesie was on all fours, shamelessly humping the tile with desperate little thrusts and grunts while his wife sat scrolling on her phone, barely paying attention.

Against the wall, a woman had her husband pulled into her lap, his face buried against her chest as she quietly breastfed him. He made soft suckling noises, completely lost in little space. 

Nearby, another man was throwing a full tantrum on the floor during a diaper change. His legs kicked wildly as his wife tried to wipe him. “Not here! Not here!! Everyone can see!” he wailed. She calmly popped a large pacifier into his mouth mid-scream, instantly quieting him down to muffled whimpers.

A few feet away, a woman in her mid-thirties looked her husband sternly in the eye. “No. You will not be using the potty. If you need to go poo-poo, you can do it right there in your diaper. That’s why you're wearing one.” The man whimpered and danced back and forth in place, but soon squatted down with a defeated look and began filling his diaper.

"Charlie! No! Put that down right now!" A woman snapped, she was gritting her teeth at a man holding a toy under his tutu. A vibrating buzzing noise coming from it as he pressed it against his pissy pamper. The loud buzzing filled the air as he bit his lip hard, hips twitching. His wife leaned forward in her chair, eyes narrowing. The woman leaned forward in her chair, and started counting firmly: 

“One…”

He hesitated, breathing faster, pressing the toy harder against the soggy padding.

“Two…”

His legs started to shake. A soft, needy whimper escaped him as he tried to chase the sensation.

“Three.”

In one swift motion she snatched the toy from his hands and smacked his wrists sharply.

"When I tell you 'no', that means no!" She scoled, pointing a finger in his face. "Did you cum your diaper?" She lifted his skirt, slipped a finger into the front waistband of his diaper, and peeked inside. With a heavy sigh she said, “You did… you little fucking loser...” She yanked him by the arm into an empty corner, forcing him roughly onto his knees with his nose against the wall. “Timeout for you, mister. Someone’s in BIG trouble when we get home!”

Walter quickly looked away and focused on the wooden activity toy in front of him: colorful blocks that slid along squiggly wires. He pushed a blue block back and forth with one finger, the soft clack-clack sounds helping him ignore the other AB's and the nervous flutter in his stomach. His wife Emily sat right beside him in a chair with her legs crossed, calmly flipping through a magazine filled with pictures of smiling padded adults in various stages of regression. She was circling rompers and onesies she wanted to buy him. Every so often she reached over and rubbed slow, soothing circles on his back.

"You're going to do great today, sweetie," she whispered softly. "Just like last time. Mommy's right here with you!"

Before Walter could respond, the door to the exam area opened and a bright, cheerful voice called out, "Walter? We're ready for you!"

A nurse in pink scrubs stood smiling in the doorway. Her name tag read Sarah. Walter stood up, feeling the heavy bulk of his diaper droop between his legs as he followed her down the hallway. Emily trailed behind, carrying the small diaper bag packed with spares, wipes, and a fresh bottle just in case.

“Ohhh, look at our big boy all ready for his special appointment!” Sarah chirped happily. “Such a brave little one coming in for his adult-baby check-up!”

They didn’t even make it all the way to the exam room before they stopped at the scale in the open hallway. Receptionists chatted away on phones and filed forms just a few feet away. 

“Alright, honey,” Sarah said in her bright sing-song voice. “First things first. Shoes and pants off for weigh-in, okay? We need to get your accurate weight in just your special padding.”

Walter’s cheeks burned as he kicked off his shoes. His fingers were so nervous and numb that he fumbled with the button on his shorts for a long moment. Emily watched in amusement. “Would you like some help, baby?” The nurse asked kindly. She didn't wait for an answer, just stepped in and easily unbuttoned his shorts, then pushed them down his legs, revealing the thick, crinkly adult diaper covered in cartoon animals that matched the decor on the walls. Walter flushed deeply, feeling horribly exposed in front of all the women in the office, but they hardly paid him any mind, as if it weren't anything they'd already seen dozens of times today alone.

“Go ahead and step on the scale for me, big guy!”

Walter stood there in nothing but his socks, t-shirt, and the obvious bulky diaper, feeling completely exposed as Sarah slid the weights along the balance beam and made a note on her clipboard. 

Down the hallway he could hear the faint sounds of grown men crying softly and pleading in desperate voices. One cracked with panic: “No… not that! Please!!” while a woman replied in sugary baby talk, “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Mommy and the doctor know what’s best for you.”

"206 pounds!" Sarah exclaimed, snapping Walter back to attention. "Somewon's putting on little baby-weight...but before you get off, I’m gonna need to check your diaper, okay?"

Sarah didn't hesitate. She reached right between Walter's legs and squeezed his crotch firmly with no regard for how it made him squirm. Her fingers pressed deeply into the soggy padding, feeling the warm, swollen front.

“Ohhh, goodness!” she exclaimed in an exaggerated baby voice. “Somewone’s verwy soggy down there!” She gave it another firm squeeze, then hefted the heavy, sodden padding with her palm, lifting it to check the weight before letting it plop back down heavily. She made another note on her clipboard. “I’d say that’s at least an extra two or three pounds you’re carrying around there! Someone’s been using it like a proper widdle baybee all morning!”

Walter's cheeks were burning the entire time that she moved him in front of the cartoon giraffe on the wall to check his height.

Finally, they headed into the privacy of the exam room.

“Well hello there, little one!” said another nurse already waiting inside. She wore black scrubs and her name tag read Mia. “Goodness! Someone’s bringing in quite the droopy diaper!” Mia giggled. “Can you be a good little climber and get on the table for us?”

It rustled loudly under his hands and knees as he clambered up. The paper and his pamper rustled and squished noisily with every movement as he plopped down on top, swinging his legs nervously. Walter whimpered softly and shifted on the padded surface, but the nurses just smiled and patted him reassuringly.

They slid the blood pressure cuff around his arm and took a reading while Sarah picked up a large baby bottle filled with a thick purplish liquid. “Time for your special medicine while we wait for the doctor, cutie. Can you open for me?”

Walter shook his head and let out a soft whine, pressing his lips together. Mia gently but firmly held his chin. "Awww, I know it's yucky, but it's gonna help you grow weak and dependent! That's what good baybees need, isn't it? Just relax and let the grown-ups take care of everything..."

They tipped the bottle to his mouth. Walter whimpered and whined the whole time as he was forced to suck down the bitter medicine overloaded with the awful grape flavor. His eyes watered from the awful taste and the humiliating way they held the bottle for him like he couldn’t do it himself. He made little protesting noises between swallows, but Sarah and Mia kept encouraging him in soft, sweet voices.

"That's it, sweetie… big suckles for us… you're doing so well… almost done…"

When the bottle was finally empty, Sarah patted his back firmly in steady rhythms. Walter let out a loud, embarrassing burp that echoed in the small room. Both nurses giggled and praised him.

"Good boy! Let's get all those bubbles out so your tummy feels nice and settled," Sarah said, rubbing slow circles over his belly. 

There was a tap at the door. In walked a beautiful, confident woman that was still in her late 30's. Dr. Reyes wore a white coat over blue scrubs and smiled warmly at Walter and then at Emily, who had settled quietly into the corner chair to watch the entire check-up.

"Hello, sweetheart. How's our favorite little patient doing today?" Dr. Reyes asked as she washed her hands at the sink. "Ready for your wellness visit?"

Walter nodded shyly, still tasting the nasty medicine on his tongue.

She started with the basics. "Okay, sweetie. Can you open wide and say 'ahhh' for me?"

Walter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Dr. Reyes pressed the wooden tongue depressor down gently and peered inside with her light as Walter made a pathetic little babbly sound. She frowned just a little.

"Hmm… your throat's a little bruised." She observed, not sounding all that concerned. "That tends to happen after oral sex. Have you been being a nice cucky boi for your mommy lately?" She glanced over at Emily with a knowing little smile. 

Emily giggled softly from her chair and nodded. "Let's just say he sucks on more than just bottles and pacifiers at home."

The women all laughed.

Walter's face turned bright red.

She used her otoscope to check his ears. “Hmm, ears look good. Has he been listening, Mama?” 

Emily shrugged. “For the most part.” The doctor smiled. “Nothing a little spanking can’t fix.” All three women giggled and nodded.

Dr. Reyes continued smoothly. "Now let's check those reflexes." She tapped his knee with the small rubber hammer. His leg kicked, but it was slower and much softer than normal. She nodded approvingly. "Excellent. Your reflexes are nicely subdued. That means the special regression formula you've been on is working perfectly. Your body is learning to stay soft and small in little space."

She made a quick note on her chart. "Now tell me, honey. How many poopy diapers are you making in a day?"

Walter looked down at his lap, utterly embarrassed at having to discuss his bowel movements that he had to make all over himself. 'Uh...umm...Two… usually.

Dr. Reyes tilted her head with a gentle but firm expression. "Only two? We need you doing at least three from now on, sweetie." She made a note on her clipboard. "I'm gonna switch you to an even stronger fiber blend today. We want those diapers getting nice and full the natural way, without any holding back."

Walter hung his head. “Oh lovely…” Emily scoffed sarcastically, knowing she would be the one changing him. The nurses giggled. “Sorry Mama, it’s for his own good.” Emily nodded, accepting it.

Dr. Reyes put on her stethoscope and slid it under Walter’s shirt. “Deep breaths, baby.” After listening to his lungs and heart, she asked, “Can you lift your shirt for me, dear?”

Walter obeyed. The doctor gently pinched, squeezed, poked, and prodded at his chest. He winced when her fingers reached his nipples.

Dr. Reyes cooed. “Oh my! These nipples are quite sensitive now. And look! Your breasts are starting to develop nicely with the hormones in your formula. You’re on your way to being a baby girl soon, aren’t you? How precious that will be! A widdle sissy baybee gurl! Isn’t that exciting?”

Walter’s stomach twisted with fresh humiliation.

“Alright,” Dr. Reyes said, setting her clipboard aside. “We’re going to do some checks on your bottom now.”

Walter’s heart immediately started racing. His breathing picked up. The words “bottom checks” always meant the most embarrassing parts.

“Can you be a good boy for me and get on your hands and knees like you do when you crawl at home?” Dr. Reyes asked calmly.

Walter hesitated, panic beginning to set in. He slowly turned around on the crinkly paper and got onto all fours, his padded bottom pointing toward the doctor and nurses. The position left him feeling incredibly small and exposed. Emily watched quietly from her chair with a soft, supportive smile.

Mia stepped behind him and hooked her fingers into the back waistband of his soggy diaper. The tapes ripped open with loud velcro sounds.

Walter’s panic spiked. “W-wait…” he whimpered, voice trembling.

Sarah saw it right away. She quickly crossed the room, reached into a cabinet, and pulled out the large plush teddy bear with big button eyes and a stitched-on smile. She held it up and wiggled it gently in front of Walter’s face.

“Okay, sweetie,” Sarah said in her sweetest syrupy sing-song voice. “I know you’re scared, but just look at the bear. That’s all you have to do. Stare right at Mr. Bear and let the grown-ups take care of everything else. Can you do that for us?”

Walter locked his eyes onto the teddy bear’s friendly face, breathing shakily. The soft fabric and kind stitched smile gave him something safe to focus on while Mia tugged the padded rear of his diaper down and laid the whole wet thing flat beneath him like a changing mat. His small steel chastity cage dangled helplessly between his legs, already leaking from the overwhelming embarrassment.

“Ohhh, look how swollen those little testicles are!!” Mia cooed, cupping the purple plums gently from below and giving them a light squeeze. “Someone’s been getting all excited in his diapee, hasn’t he? Poor widdle baybee balls! So full and achy!”

Dr. Reyes stepped closer, holding up a small stainless-steel tray that caught the harsh overhead light. On it lay three menacing syringes beside their matching glass vials. Next to them sat a large bottle of thick, glistening lubricant, ready for what was coming.

“We’re going to give you a couple of special shots today, baby. They’re going to help keep you feeling extra small and fuzzy-headed."

Walter’s eyes widened at the sight of the needles. He always hated shots. He hated them even more after the effects of the ones from his last visits. His breathing turned into quick, anxious pants. “N-no… please…” he whimpered, starting to squirm on all fours, but both the nurses steadied him.

Dr. Reyes turned to the tray and picked up the first vial. Right in Walter’s line of sight, she pushed the needle in and slowly drew the pastel blue liquid into the syringe, tapping the barrel gently to clear the bubbles as a bead of cyan dribbled from the top. “This first one is your regressor shot." She explained. "It’s going to push you deeper into little space and make your silly adult thoughts go nice and quiet.”

Walter continued to panic. Sarah quickly popped a pacifier into his mouth to soothe him. Walter whimpered as Mia prepped an area on his thigh by swabbing a cold alcohol wipe across it. Dr. Reyes aimed the shot right for it.

Sarah immediately wiggled the teddy bear more insistently in front of his face. “Eyes on Mr. Bear, honey. Don’t look back. Just watch the nice teddy.”

Walter’s nose whistled softly around the pacifier as he breathed rapidly through it.

The needle pricked his skin. Walter yelped sharply around the binky and tensed hard, his body jerking while Sarah kept the bear dancing gently in front of him.

"Shhh!" she cooed, "You can do it! Just stare at the bear..."

The baby-blue liquid pushed into his muscle with a slow, burning pressure. Almost immediately a heavy, warm fog began washing over him. His thoughts started to soften and blur around the edges, like someone was gently turning down the volume on his adult brain. A dreamy, floaty feeling settled into his head, making everything feel slower and smaller. His arms and legs already felt a little less steady.

Once the first shot was finished, Dr. Reyes picked up the second vial. As she drew the bright pink fluid into the barrel, she continued in the same calm voice. “This second one is your hormone shot. It’s going to keep helping your little boobies grow and make your nipples even more sensitive, turning you into a proper widdle baybee gurl.”

Walter’s stomach twisted as he watched the pink liquid swirl. Dr. Reyes tapped the syringe and moved to his other thigh.

The needle slid in. Walter whined loudly, fresh tears pricking at his eyes as the burning medicine spread through his leg. The hormone shot felt warmer than the first, sinking deep into his muscle.

Finally, Dr. Reyes reached for the last vial. She drew the yellow liquid into the third syringe with slow, deliberate pulls, letting Walter see every bit of it fill the barrel. “And this third one is your muscle relaxant and potty signal reducer. It’s going to make your body nice and weak, and it will turn off those silly big-boy signals that tell you when you need to use the potty. From now on you’ll just go whenever your body wants to, right into your diaper like a real baby.”

Walter shook his head frantically. “Nooo… please…”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Sarah cooed, bouncing the bear playfully. “Almost done! Just keep staring at Mr. Bear. Look at his happy smile!”

Dr. Reyes swabbed the meat of his right bottom cheek with another cold wipe, making him flinch. “Here we go, baby. Big deep breath in…”

The third needle slid deep into his buttcheek. Walter cried out sharply and jerked forward, but the nurses held him firmly in place. The burning yellow liquid pushed inside him, flooding his body with a heavy, tingling warmth that made his muscles feel instantly loose and weak. His head grew fuzzier, like thick cotton was pressing behind his eyes, and a strange, helpless calm began to settle over him.

"All done!"

"Such a good boy!"

"You were so brave!!"

But it wasn't over. 

Walter’s head was so hazy he barely registered their words. The world felt slow and dreamy. Before he could catch his breath, he felt something skinny and cold press against his hole and slide deep into his rectum. He let out a soft, startled whimper.

“Such a good boy holding still while we take your tempie!” Mia said sweetly, her voice sounding far away and echoey.

The thermometer stayed inside him for what felt like a long, endless time. The nurses kept praising him in soft, syrupy voices, but Walter could only stare at Mr. Bear. The teddy bear’s stitched face seemed to morph and shift gently, the button eyes twinkling as a weird, floaty sense of euphoria washed over him. Everything felt warm, blurry, and strangely pleasant.

When the thermometer finally came out, Dr. Reyes was putting on fresh gloves and pulling out a bottle of lubricant. She smiled down at him kindly.

“Okay, Wally! Here comes the ‘fun’ part!" She said, "I’m going to perform a little procedure called 'milking the prostate'. It will help us get a good semen sample and make sure everything down there is responding properly to your regression meds.”

Walter could only stare blankly, his mind still too foggy and floaty from the shots to fully process her words. A bit of drool trailed down his chin.

She paused, studying his glazed expression for a moment, then smiled gently. “Aww, you’re too little to understand big words right now, aren’t you? It means I’m gonna have to put my fingers in your bum-bum, sweetie. Right up in your bottom so I can rub your special spot and help you make cum-cums.”

Mia gripped Walter’s butt cheeks and pulled them apart firmly, spreading him wide open so his poor little puckered hole was on full display, ready and waiting. That snapped Walter from his reverie. He whimpered loudly at the exposure, his face burning with shame.

“Just look at the bear,” Sarah reminded him again, holding Mr. Bear only inches from his face and bouncing it gently. “Stare at Mr. Bear while we help you make your special milky. Can you do that for us?”

Dr. Reyes applied a generous amount of cool lubricant to her gloved fingers and pressed one slick digit against his tight entrance. “Relax for me, baby. Big deep breaths. You’re being such a good boy.”

She pushed slowly inside with one finger. Walter gasped as it slid deeper, the intrusion feeling strangely amplified by the muscle relaxant still flooding his system. The single finger curled gently, exploring, until it brushed lightly over his prostate. He jolted hard, a helpless little moan slipping out.

“Ohhh, there it is!!” Dr. Reyes murmured approvingly. “Such a responsive little prostate already. You’re doing so good, baby. Just keep staring at the bear.”

She spent a long moment working him with just that one finger. Slow, gentle strokes and soft circles that made his locked cock twitch and leak clear sticky strings steadily onto the open diaper beneath him. The sensations were deep and intense, building a warm, insistent pressure that made his thighs tremble.

After a minute, she added a second finger, stretching him open a little more. Walter whimpered at the fuller feeling, his breathing coming in short, desperate pants. Dr. Reyes scissored her fingers gently at first, then curled both of them directly against his swollen prostate.

“Can you make milkies for us? Hmm?” she asked in that calm, professional voice while her fingers continued their relentless massage. “Can our sweet boy make some goo-goos? I can feel how full you are down here.”

Sarah bounced the bear playfully right in front of his nose. “Come on, sweetie. Be a good boy and push out all that yucky big-boy stuff. Mr. Bear wants to see you make your special milkies. That’s it… just stare at the nice teddy and let it allllll come out!”

Walter’s whole body trembled. The steady, firm rubbing against his prostate sent wave after wave of unwanted pleasure rolling through him. His caged nub pulsed and leaked more with every deliberate stroke. He tried desperately to stay focused on the teddy bear’s stitched smile, but the intense, building pressure made it harder and harder to think straight.

Dr. Reyes increased the pressure, rubbing faster and more deliberately now with both fingers. “There we go… feel that? Such a good little prostate. It’s getting so nice and swollen for us. You’re going to give us lots of milkies today, aren’t you?”

The sensations grew stronger and deeper. Each pass of her fingers sent sparks shooting up his spine. Walter’s hips started twitching involuntarily, soft, broken whimpers escaping him as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter inside.

With a broken, helpless cry, Walter finally started to cum. Thick, pulsing spurts of semen dribbled and shot from his tiny locked cock onto the soggy diaper liner. Dr. Reyes kept milking him through every wave, squeezing out every last drop while the nurses clapped and giggled.

“Oh my goodness, look at all that goo-goo!” Sarah squealed. “He’s making such a big mess for us!”

When the final weak spurt tapered off, leaving Walter panting and shaking, Dr. Reyes gently withdrew her fingers.

She glanced over at Emily with a curious smile. “Mama, how long has it been since he last came?”

Emily shrugged casually. “I honestly can’t remember. At least a few weeks? I don’t even know how long it’s been since he got to do it uncaged.”

The nurses both let out amused giggles at that.

Mia carefully lifted the wet, cummy diaper and slid it away from under him. “We’ll send this off for your full urine and semen sample,” she said brightly, holding up the messy padding.

Dr. Reyes leaned in and inspected the metal chastity cage still locked around his shrunken, spent nub. She tilted her head with a little hum. “Hmm… he seems to have quite a bit of space in there." She murmured, "Girls? I think it’s time for a smaller cage...”

Walter let out a pathetic whimper at her words. His head was still hazy, but he understood enough.

"Okay, Wally!" The nurses chimed, "Can you make flippies for us and get on your backy?"

The nurses helped him turn over onto his back on the crinkly paper. His legs felt like jelly from the shots and the intense milking.

“Emily, may we have the key to his cage?” Mia asked politely. Emily smiled as she removed the keychain from around her neck and handed it over without hesitation.

“We need to get a few measurements, okay?” Mia said sweetly as she unclasped the lock on the device. “Can you make it nice and big for us, baby? Try to get nice and hard so we can see how much room we really need...”

Walter’s poor little penis was completely shrunken and hiding, glistening with the sticky remnants of his milking. It looked so tiny and pathetic, barely more than a soft, slick little button tucked away between his legs.

Mia leaned in closer with a pitying smile and began gently rubbing the sensitive head with her fingertip, treating it like a delicate little clit. “Aww, look at the poor thing… all shy and hiding! It’s okay, sweetie. We’ll help you wake it up...”

She gently rubbed the sensitive, cum-slick head with her fingertip, treating it like a delicate little clit. Slow, teasing circles, barely any pressure at all. “Ohh, bless your heart! Come on out, little guy… don’t be embarrassed. The nice nurses just want to see how big you can get. You can do it for us, can’t you?”

The tiny nub twitched under her touch. Slowly, reluctantly, it began to poke out a little further, swelling just enough to peek out from its hiding spot.

"Awww!! There he is!" Sarah giggled, "Widdle guy was playing peek-a-boo!!"

Now that there was enough to 'grab'. Sarah wrapped two fingers gently around the short little shaft, holding it delicately while Mia continued rubbing the head. “Don’t worry, we’ve seen plenty of pee-pees just as itty-bitty as yours.”

She might have meant that to be consoling. It wasn't.

“Yeah… if you were bigger you wouldn’t be in diapers now, would you?” Mia added with a pitying little smile, still rubbing the glistening head like a tiny clit.

Sarah giggled softly, her voice full of fake encouragement. “Aww, such a determined little guy! Keep going, sweetie! Show us your biggest. Rub rub rub on that tiny little clit. You can do it.”

But even at its hardest, it remained tiny and cute. The nurses exchanged amused glances.

“Ohp! I guess that’s it…” Sarah laughed softly, giving the sensitive, straining head a little tap with her fingertip. 

They pulled out a small measuring tape and held it right up against his throbbing, twitching, desperate little nub, both nurses giggling as they took the measurement.

“Barely even two inches!” Mia announced with a delighted laugh. “Oh, this is definitely too much room for such a tiny little thing! But don't worry, wittle guy! It's still cute as a button!! We’ll go ahead and put you in the smallest cage we have. That way your widdle pee-pee won't have to worry about growing at all. It can say nice and tiny like always!”

Walter whimpered and whined loudly as they brought out the much smaller, tighter chastity cage. The flat metal device looked impossibly small. They worked together to cram his sensitive little nub inside. Sarah worked his deflated balls through the base while Mia pushed the head through the tight ring, squeezing and stuffing the soft flesh until it was forced into the tiny tube. The metalpinched and squeezed him mercilessly, trapping him even more tightly than before.

Walter squirmed and protested with soft, desperate cries. “It’s too tight… please…” he whined, tears of humiliation in his eyes.

“Aww, but it looks so perfect on you!!” Sarah cooed, clicking the lock shut with a final, decisive snap. “Now your little baybee penis has no room to grow at all. Isn’t that better? No more big-boy thoughts down there.”

Walter immediately started squirming harder, his hips twitching as he whined pitifully. “It’s too tight… please, it’s squeezing me…” Tears of humiliation welled in his eyes as he tried to reach down toward the cruelly small cage with shaky hands.

Sarah gently caught his wrists before he could touch it. “No touching, sweetie. It’s supposed to be tight.”

His adult dignity seemed to have evaporated ever since the shot.  Instead, he could barely put together any thoughts other than whines and fusses. He kept fussing, letting out soft, frustrated cries and kicking his legs weakly against the crinkly paper. “I don’t like it… it’s too small…”

Dr. Reyes leaned back and finished scribbling a few notes on her clipboard. “He seems a little cranky,” she observed with a knowing smile. “Probably backed up from all that formula. Nurses, will you give him two suppositories before you diaper him back up?” She paused after a few steps, then added, “Actually… better make it three.”

With that, Dr. Reyes gave Emily a warm smile. “Thank you for bringing him in today, Emily. You’re doing such a wonderful job with him. We’ll see you both back in a few weeks for his follow-up.” She gave Walter one last affectionate pat on the head before she slipped out of the exam room, leaving Walter alone with the two nurses and his wife.

“Aww, three special suppositories for our cranky little boy,” Mia sang sweetly. “That should help get those poopy diapers moving nice and regularly.”

Sarah picked up the large plush teddy bear and gently placed it into Walter’s arms. “Here, sweetie. You can hold onto Mr. Bear while we finish up. He’ll keep you company.”

Walter clutched the soft teddy tightly to his chest, his face half-buried in its fur as fresh whimpers escaped him. His thoughts felt thick and slow, like wading through warm syrup, and his arms and legs had grown strangely heavy and uncoordinated.

“Okay, Wally, time to get those legs up,” Mia said cheerfully. The nurses each took one of his ankles and lifted his legs high toward his chest, folding him neatly like a big baby getting changed. The position left him completely exposed again, the new smaller cage sitting snug and tiny between his legs.

Sarah lubed up the first suppository while Mia held his legs steady. “Alright, baby. Can you count for us? Here comes number one…”

Walter felt the cool, slippery tip press against his hole. “O-one…” he whimpered as Sarah pushed it slowly but firmly deep inside him. Even his voice sounded smaller and more babyish to his own ears.

“Good boy!” both nurses praised in unison.

Sarah quickly prepared the second one. “Number two coming up…” she said, spreading his cheeks with her fingers.

“Two…” Walter whined, his voice muffled against Mr. Bear as the second suppository slid in beside the first.

Mia was already unfolding a fresh, extra-thick diaper beneath him. “Last one, sweetie. Make it a big loud three for us.”

“Th-three…” he moaned pathetically as the third suppository was pushed deep into his bum-bum. The nurses cooed and giggled at how full his voice sounded on the final count.

“There we go! All three special helpers are in!” Sarah said brightly, giving his bottom a gentle pat once his legs were lowered. They powdered him generously, rubbing the sweet talcum into every crease, before taping the thick new diaper up nice and snug around his waist.

“All done with the diapee!” Mia announced with a happy clap. They slipped him into some plastic panties, just in case he had a blowout later.

Walter clutched Mr. Bear tightly the whole time, still whimpering softly as the suppositories began to warm and work inside him.

“There we go, all nice and snug!” Mia said, smoothing her hands over the onesie. “All done, baby! You were such a good patient today. You ready to go?”

Walter’s legs were completely wobbly from the medicine now working through his system. The nurses had to help him off the exam table, each one supporting an arm as they guided him slowly out of the room and back toward the front desk. His steps were short and unsteady, like a tottler just learning to walk.

The woman behind the reception desk looked up with a bright smile. “How did it go today?”

“Oh, he was an absolute angel!” Sarah announced proudly. “He took all his shots, made lots of milkies for us, and even handled three suppositories without too much fuss. Such a good boy!”

The receptionist clapped her hands. “Well done, sweetie!” She reached into a jar on the counter and pulled out a big cherry lollipop. “Here you go! A special treat for being so well behaved!”

Walter took the lollipop with shaky fingers and popped it into his mouth. The cherry flavor was strong, and almost immediately his tongue started to feel numb and tingly. He knew he’d be drooling all over himself by the time they got home.

Emily took his hand, thanking the nurses warmly before guiding him toward the exit. Walter’s legs felt like rubber. He leaned heavily on her as they walked out to the car, each step slow and wobbly. She helped him into the backseat and carefully strapped him into the oversized carseat, clicking the harness snugly over his shirt and bulky diaper.  He could already feel the three suppositories beginning to warm and work deep inside his tummy.

“You did so well today, baby,” Emily said softly, brushing a strand of hair away and kissing him lightly on the forehead.  “Mommy’s so proud of her little boy! I think someone deserves an extra big reward tonight! How about an extra Bluey episode and…the applesauce you love so much??”

Walter could only nod, his head heavy and fuzzy from the shots. It wasn't much of a reward at all.

He remembered when “rewards” used to mean something more. When she would press her vibrator against the front of his diaper and let him hump desperately until he made sticky messes inside the padding. Those days were slipping away fast, just like the rest of his old life. His job, his independence, his dignity...everything was fading into a soft, padded haze. Now the best he could hope for was extra cartoons and a jar of sweetened applesauce spoon-fed like a helpless baybee.

He stared down at Mr. Bear resting in his lap, the same friendly stitched smile that had helped him through the whole humiliating appointment. He sucked numbly on the cherry lollipop as drool began to drip down his chin. He was nothing more than a padded tottler now, completely dependent on the women around him. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

All he could do… was stare at the bear.

The End.

When pacifier training your little girl,

it’s important to start small. Offer it to her at the slightest sign of discomfort or inconvenience. She may refuse at first, finding it too silly, but consistency is key. Once she begins to accept it, be sure to shower her in praise and affection as positive reinforcement for this type of behavior. There are days she may regress in her training and claim she doesn’t need it. Use these moments as learning opportunities for her by strapping her pacifier in her mouth for as long as is deemed necessary to help settle her down. As the dependency takes deeper root, keep her pacifier clipped to her top, so it’s never too far from her fussy, little reach. Soon she’ll be lost without the comfort she takes in nursing on her pacifier.

Encourage her to make her suckling obvious. The puffy cheeks and loud, greedy, wet smacks emitting from behind her pacifier shield provide her caregiver with the much needed proof that not only does baby have her pacifier securely in place where it belongs, but also that she is adequately acquiescing to her new accessory even when she’s out of sight. Sure, she’s guaranteed to have a chin that’s permanently drenched and dripping with drool, but that just means it’s time to add another accessory to her repertoire - her ✨bib✨

“Ooooh, would you just look at my widdle sissy-wissy, all tied up in her cutie little crib. Don't those pretty pink ropes feel so snug on your skin, girlie pop? And that big, special pacifier-gag—the one Mommy knows you love so much, shaped just like Daddy's big, real man-cock—it looks so perfect stuffed in your pretty little sissy mouth! It'll keep you so nice and quiet, cupcake. Shhh… shhh.

Mommy needs you to be her bestest, quietest girl and shut the fuck up, okay sweetie? Mommy is going to explain why I moved your crib into MY bedroom. Aww, don't cry Brandi! I know you're so sad because this used to be our master bedroom, princess… but you're not a real man anymore, are you? No, no. Real men don't get turned into diaper-wearing, pigtailed sissies or suck cock, do they? So now it's Mommy's room, and you're just a cute little decoration in the corner while I have adult time with Daddy Conner.

And you know what you get to do while I'm moaning and digging my nails into Daddy's back? You get to watch, sweet pea. You get to see what it's like when a real man takes Mommy, because I just know how much you love to watch! You get to see how Daddy's hands grab Mommy's hips, how he kisses my neck, how he makes me stick my ass in the air for him, and of course… how he fucks me with that thick, beautiful cock. Mmm, don't you just love seeing that cock of his as much as I do, sissy? And you'll watch it all while strapped down, in a cute little diaper and your teeny tiny pink chastity cage that's squeezing your useless little clitty with its sharp little spikes!

And you're going to stay completely quiet the whole fucking time, Brandi. Not a peep, not a whimper, not a word. And you stay completely dry too! No beta cuck air-humpies in your crib. No sissy squirmies. And definitely no diaper leakies from that pathetic little cage. If I see even a hint of a wet spot on your diaper, or hear you trying to hump the air like the desperate little bitch you are… oh, baby girl.

Took The Fight Right Out of You..

Aww, baby. Are you feeling sleepy now, hmm? Mommy took the fight right out of you, didn't she? Yeah, you had a big day today! You lost more big-boy privileges again, and there isn't much left to take away now. Those naughty hands can't open bathroom doors, or un-tape your diapers anymore. So, there will be no more sneaking off to do your business whenever you find it convenient.

Oh, you silly baby. Do you think Mommy doesn't know when you cheat? Do you think Mommy's gonna keep putting in all this time, effort, and money into this kink of yours just for you to decide to stop the whole show when it no longer suits you? It's the same old story. "Oh, I made cummies in my diapers and I'm not really 'feeling it' anymore." So, what then? I'm just supposed to drop the Mommy role, clean up, and pack it all away for next time? Well, I'm not going to be your kink dispenser anymore! You wanted a Mommy; so you got one buster! I'm not going to deny my maternal feelings, nor will I continue to give away my power and authority whenever you just decide that you're "done for now."

No, no, you'll stay in that diaper, and you'll actually be sleeping in your crib tonight. That's right! it's not just for getting yourself off during "fun naptimes" anymore. Besides, I think you should spend a bit more quality time in your "nursery" anyway, it'll give you a chance to really appreciate all the effort I put in when I transformed your old office into this kinky playroom. I think you'll find it functions rather authentically as an actual nursery, and best of all, it's custom, just in your size! Sorry, but you know how I get when I do a project, I get a bit obsessive.

Alright, sweet dreams little one. Mommy will see you in the morning. No, I'm serious baby. You're sleeping in your nursery tonight, Mommy will be sleeping in our MY room, in the big girl bed. Besides, I don't want you up and out of bed in the middle of the night anymore, so this will work out perfectly, it's nice and secure. Plus, I think that it's best that you sleep on a mattress with a protector anyway. Hush up now, just think, tomorrow will be a new day for us. We'll wake up have some nummy breakfast, maybe go to the park, I'll need to hit the shops too. I have a feeling we'll be needing more wipes and rash cream now.

Who else misses when the ABDL community was friendly to each other, when we were just freaks who love diapers. Before everything became Monetized ...... Money always ruins EVERYTHING

At first glance, no one would have ever said that Julia would have a very promising career in the business world. Before college her parents - perhaps wise, perhaps overindulgent - had encouraged her to focus on what she really loved doing rather than on employability. Consequently she’d decided, late in her second year, that her lifelong passion was going to be psychological therapy and counseling. Sure, it didn’t appear to offer the same sort of lucrative career prospects that engineering, programming, or business majors did; but then again, as she rationalized, who wanted to be those sort of people anyway? Not her!

Few could have foreseen that thanks to a bit of ingenuity and a nice stroke of luck, she would get hired on by a major international banking corporation; its board was just then trying to expand the HR department to safeguard the mental well-being of their high-strung and highly stressed analysts, investment portfolio managers, and finance officers. She’d quickly worked her way up through HR thanks to her charm, common sense, and brains, and within five years she’d become the head of her very own sub-department branded the Positive Mental Health Zone.

It was here that Julia began dabbling in age regression as a means of relaxation. It had gotten a bad rap because of its association with attachment theory and hypnosis, she argued - not to mention its dubious implementation by amateurs. What was needed, she maintained, was to salvage the demonstrably relaxing and psychologically integrating effects of age regression and to leave the hypnosis and false memories issues out of it. In short, she proposed providing an environment in which stressed-out employees would be encouraged and even expected to regress as young as they liked without fear of judgment or negative consequences.

Julia’s techniques, though controversial at first, began to receive positive attention due to the unusually positive results she achieved. See that lovely “toddler” in the above photo, trying her best to make a clumsy little curtsy for Miss Julia? That’s actually one of the company’s senior portfolio managers; she’d been on the verge of breakdown just a few weeks ago… And now? Well, what do you think? Look behind that ruffled dress, that adorably silly waddle, that bulky ruffled diaper, the pacifier jammed in her mouth - and you’ll find a genuine smile. She’s in her happy place now - a place where none of her everyday worries can find her…

As for Julia? Well, she’d say she’s just happy to be able to make a difference and contribute to a great advance in psychotherapy. But get her in private, maybe over a few drinks, as I have - and she just might confide a naughty little truth. After all, she’d slur in her charming voice, it’s such an absolute pleasure to see those hoity-toity executives reduced to waddling and crawling about in diapers…completely in Julia’s charge. And with a final alluring wink, she might even tell you that she’d love to do the same with you…

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I don't need Masculinity. I don't need rough clothes. I don't need to be strong. I don't need free will~