You thought The Pods were bad? That was just the packaging.

Book 3 in The Diaper Deal series picks up right where Vera and Savannah left off as they emerge from The Pods and now it’s time to unwrap what they really signed up for.

Five regressives. One pastel prison. A thousand soft, sticky ways to forget who you used to be.

They thought the worst was behind them.

The auction had been public. The medical exams, clinical. Processing was cruel, humiliating, and relentless—but at least it had an ending.

They cried, they broke, they got claimed.

But that was just intake. Just prep. Just the pretty little ribbon tied on their new identities.

Welcome to The Nursery - Day One.

Five regressives. One padded playroom. Zero dignity.

The Nursery doesn’t yell. It doesn’t shame. It coos.

Woken by lullabies. Dressed in diapers, bibs, and matching booties. Led by the hand to playrooms with sticker charts and feeding schedules, cooed at by nurses who never break character and walls that never stop watching.

They aren't here to be rehabilitated.

They're here to be repackaged.

It’s soft. It’s clean. It’s quiet. And it’s claiming them from the inside out.

This isn't a punishment or processing anymore. It's a lifestyle. And if they want to survive it, they better learn how to play nice.

Savannah
The influencer who tried to curate her collapse—now stuck in the unfiltered version, where her soft-girl sparkle is starting to crack under layers of powder and padded pink shame.

Avery
The good girl turned ghost, holding Jonah’s hand like it’s the last thread tying her to who she was, even as the system rewrites her page by page.

Jonah
The protector who can’t protect, shackled in silence while the woman he loves is turned into a baby doll in front of him—and he’s next.

Vera
The ice queen in pearls, refusing to scream, refusing to cry and determined to preserve the last of her dignity, even as they bubble-bathe her into submission.

Roxy
The spark they haven’t put out yet. She’s not here to adapt. She’s here to resist—quietly calculating, waiting for her shot, and daring anyone to try and tame her.

But The Nursery doesn’t want their defiance. It doesn’t punish for rebellion. It doesn’t care if they cry.

It just waits.

Smiling. Rocking. Praising for every tiny step backward.

Because the longer they stay, the softer they become. The softer they become, the more the routine makes sense. And once it starts to make sense… well. That’s when the real damage begins.

The Diaper Deal: Nursery Days is a slow-burn descent into structured shame and institutional sweetness. Equal parts dystopian horror and emotional erotica, this third installment strips away the last pieces of adult identity and replaces them with sticker charts, performance-based affection, and the terrifying comfort of being told exactly who to be.