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An original story about earth in the far future, where capitalism and advanced technology has turned the prison system into a commerce, surgically modifying convicted criminals and selling them to the wealthy as servants, slaves, sex toys, and for one lucky convict, a beautiful baby boy.

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An original story about Marcus, a licensed therapist testing the possibilities of prolonged regression therapy and hypnotism, his husband Brody, a loving man who's always wanted a baby boy to take care of, and Connor, a large and buff football player that walked into the wrong therapist's office, quickly finding himself back in diapers and struggling over control of his own brain.

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Deal - The Deal
An Original Story about Peter, a dominant hitman who receives a contract to take out his childhood bully Zane, instead deciding to give him a permanent taste of his own medicine, pacifying the person who made his childhood hell, permanently.

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Jul 24, 2024 08:06 pm

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The Pills

“I just want to know what the pills are, it’s a simple question.” The nurse ignored him as if he wasn’t even there at all.

“If you won’t tell me what they are, then I won’t take them!” This seemed to get her attention.

“Mr. Sisko, take your pills.” She said firmly, with a hint of annoyance. “They’re for your own good, we are only trying to help you.”

He wasn’t going to give in that easily, saying “I have the right to know what I'm taking.”

She looked up, annoyed. “I’m very busy today Mr.Sisko, and I simply don’t have the time for your nonsense, now are you taking your pills or not?”

Confident he now had the upper hand he responded “No, not unless I find out exactly what I’m putting into my body.”

The nurse slowly closed her novel after inserting a bookmark, setting it to the side. “Fine if that’s the way you want it.” She said calmly.

She walked around to the front of her desk and motioned for him to follow. “Come with me.”

Now he thought he’d won, confident she was taking him to show him the source of the pills. He followed her down the hall into a treatment room. Inside were supply shelves littered with all kinds of medical items and a padded exam table in the center of the room. Without skipping a beat she pointed to the table and said “Take your bottoms off and get onto the table.” Her forceful tone was jarring, sparking a shill to run down his spine.

“You’ve got to be kidding, I said I want to know what medications you’re trying to give me!” Mr.Sisko spat back in response, ignoring her demand.

“Now Mr. Sisko, if you do not calm down and cooperate then I will have to have the orderlies bring in a straitjacket.” Knowing he’d been bested he tried to backstep as best he could. “Ok I’ll take the pills, I won't cause anymore trouble, ok?”

The nurse happily handed him a small paper cup containing two tablets. He quickly swallowed the pills, hoping this was all over.

“Now wasn’t that easy?” She said,she then reached down and patted the padded table, “Now take your bottoms off and hop up, I don’t have all day.”

He was taken aback, terribly confused as to why she still wanted him to do that. “But..but I took my pills.” He stammered in confusion. “I did what you wanted, wasn’t that enough?”

Without hesitation she walked to the wall and pressed the button on the intercom. “Joseph I’m going to need a straitjacket in treatment room three please.” She said as she leaned against the wall, crossing her arms waiting for him to make his next move. “They’ll be here any minute.” She said in a matter of fact voice.

He hesitated slightly for a few seconds before letting out an exasperated gasp, leaning down to lower his bottoms to the floor. He begrudgingly stepped out of them and laid onto the table. By now the orderlies had entered with the jacket in hand, waiting for her to signal for their assistance. “We shouldn’t need that anymore, we were having a little debate over who’s in charge around here.” She said, beckoning a giggle from one of the men watching. He stayed on the table trying to stay composed while the nurse walked over to one of the supply shelves. With her back turned to him he couldn’t tell what items she was grabbing until she’d made her way back to the exam table carrying what was clearly an adult diaper and changing supplies.

As he laid back she slid the diaper under his butt, applied a generous amount of powder, spread his legs apart, and pulled it up between them. Mr.Sisko got down from the exam table and stood up beside her, trying to ignore the two large orderlies looking at him in such an exposed state. With the palm of her hand, the nurse gave a strong swat to his padded behind, making a loud crackling sound. In a mocking voice she looked at the orderlies to say “Well I guess we know who lost the debate then.”

His face flushed, going beet red from embarrassment. He heard the orderlies laughing as they walked away. It was then that he realized his bottoms were gone, most likely taken away when the orderlies left the room. He was so angry at himself for getting into this mess in the first place. He looked down at the diaper, instantly ashamed that he let her do this to him.

“Why do I have to wear this? I did what you wanted.” He said with a strong tone of annoyance.

“I don’t like your attitude, you’re disrespectful and disobedient. Next time I tell you to do something you’ll do it immediately without a fuss.”

He wasn’t sure how to feel, she’d given him a talking to like he was a child, making him think the staff here were the crazy ones instead of the patients.

“You’re going to spend the rest of the day in the quiet room, and I don’t want to hear another word out of you.”

He had spent time in the quiet room before, just a silly name for a padded cell really. He had managed to sleep through the first experience which is what he would’ve been doing either way so it didn’t seem to bother him the first time. But this time it was the morning and he wasn’t sure how he’d spend the entire day there with nothing to say or do. It was then that he mistakenly decided to take another stand.

“Forget it. I’m not going. I didn’t do anything wrong and I’m going to tell the head nurse what you’re trying to do.” He said, completely unaware of how much he just sounded like a toddler going to tattle.

With as much dignity as one could have wearing only a diaper, he walked out of the room and down the white halls. When he got to the head nurse’s office he tried the door, only to find out it was locked tight. The nurse had followed him and was standing nearby, enjoying his attempt. He also now noticed the two orderlies not far behind her, one of them with the straitjacket still in hand. The panic flushed his face as he realized just how badly he’d messed up. The orderlies approached him like a frightened animal, grabbing him from both sides. Soon the jacket was on, making any more attempts to struggle futile. After that one of the orderlies inserted a gag into his mouth, muffling all future protests, while the other attached a harness and leash to his chest. He turned to see where the leash led, only to find the nurse gladly holding the end of it.

“Mr. Sisko, you should know by now that the head nurse doesn’t work on weekends!”

He tried to kick her, only to miss and stumble to the ground. One of the orderlies dragged him by his collar back into the treatment room, pulled him to his feet, and bent him face down over the exam table, pulling down the back of his diaper. He couldn’t see what was going on behind him, but he didn’t like the sound of it. Moments later, his worst fears were confirmed.

The nurse stood behind him with a large wooden paddle 2 inches thick. It was three feet long with holes drilled in.

“I’m going to teach you some manners.” She calmly said before she started her onslaught.

The next thing he knew he felt the paddle against his ass. The first blow knocked the wind out of him. The second brought muffled screams and feeble attempts to kick her. The third stroke of the paddle caused him to lose control and start whimpering. After the fourth blow he stopped struggling, going limp and hoping she’d think he’d had enough. But she wasn’t easily fooled, continuing the spanking until he was on the verge of passing out. Every blow knocked him forward, lifting his feet slightly off the ground. By the time she was finished, his behind was bruised black and blue and all the light had gone out of him. She came around to face him, pulling the gag from his mouth.

“Now are you going to be a good little boy, or do we need to keep going?”

Mr.Sisko spoke quickly, “I won’t make any more trouble, I learned my lesson.”

She shook her head in disapproval of his answer. “I want to hear you say you’ll be a good little boy.”

He told himself they were just words and it didn’t really matter what he said, but he still had a lump in his throat as he uttered the words “I’ll be a good little boy.”

Hearing him say it brought a smile to her face as she surprisingly shoved a child's pacifier into his mouth. Mr.Sisko thought better of spitting it out. She allowed the orderlied to let him stand back up and led him down the hall to the quiet room. He laid face down on the padded floor, his body unspeakably sore from the spanking, feeling like he could never sit back down again.

After hours of holding it, he finally broke, flooding his diaper. He tried to ignore it, thinking to himself how much that nurse was going to regret her actions when the head nurse got back on Monday. He was going to make sure she was sorry for what she did to him, blissfully unaware of the effects of the pills he took beginning to work.

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Jul 07, 2024 08:23 pm

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The Beginning

I know what you’re thinking, how could someone grow up to adulthood still in diapers 24/7? I mean it’s crazy right? Well, my first exposure to diapers post potty training was at the age of 18, and it was at the hands of my Uncle Ronny. Now Ronny worked in an institution that cared for all kinds of children. Some handicapped, some disabled, some delinquent, and even some runaways. He was used to dealing with kids and coming out on top. Which is probably why I must’ve gotten under his skin so much. Now I have to be honest and preface this with the fact that I was not a good kid, I was mouthy, rude, and incredibly disrespectful.

Uncle Ronny was a little on the large size, and because I was a shithead I never really let him forget it. He also was not the most educated guy in the world, meaning I never lost an opportunity to correct him anytime he misspoke or made an incorrect claim. He wouldn’t say anything when I did it but would glare at me, clearly wishing he had the authority to discipline me. Of course I’d just smile back as if I was somehow superior, god I was a little asshole. But what really got to him was when I called him Ronny, instead of Uncle Ron . I knew he hated it, hence why I did it so often.

Thinking back now I know he must have planned it, but at the time it never even occurred to me that he would go through all that work just to get revenge on his own nephew. It all started with a shopping trip across town in his car, but before we left he made lunch for me, just a sandwich and chips with a soda. But now I know he must’ve put something in my food or drink because five minutes into the ride I had to go to the bathroom very badly. Unfortunately for me we were on a packed freeway, with no way to exit anytime soon.

I was trapped in the backseat, my stomach growling and churning harder than ever before, twisting my face into a flushed expression covered in sweat. All of my efforts were focused on controlling myself until I could get to a toilet, pleading with Him to get me to a gas station right now, making it clear I couldn’t hold it much longer. He acted a little too cool about my predicament, not even pretending to be concerned, just calmly agreeing to get off as soon as he could.

The pain was unbearable, I was on the verge of tears as he finally exited the highway because I knew it was all over, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and accepted that the next wave of cramps would be the end. Right after exiting the highway he hit a huge pothole in the road, shaking the entire car. I let out a whimper and completely filled the seat of my pants, gaining instant relief. It only took a few seconds for him to smell what I’d done. At that moment he decided stopping at a gas station was meaningless and we might as well just finish driving to the mall. To be honest, I was too humiliated and stunned to object to anything.

When we got there Uncle Ronny led me inside and into the bathroom. Ronny took some kind of twisted pride in telling me to let him handle it because he “Had lots of experience dealing with kids who have accidents”. Like that was supposed to make me feel better. As we walked inside there was a kid no older than two having his diaper changed, I tried to ignore it as Ronny put me inside one of the stalls. He told me to remove my pants and underwear and hand them to him under the stall door, after that he handed me wet paper towels and told me to clean myself off as best I could and that he’d be right back. I stood there for what felt like forever in nothing but a T-shirt, listening to people coming and going.

When he finally did come back I was surprisingly glad to see him, which was a first for me, a relief that was unfortunately short lived. He told me to come out of the stall so he could make sure I was cleaned up and help me get dressed, like I was a child. I told him I was clean enough and could dress myself and to just give me my pants. He said he had to get me new pants because the old pair were stained and smelly, so he threw them away. I tried to tell him to hand me the new pair under the stall, and when he did I knew I was in trouble. They were a pair of plastic baby pants, but in my size?! I threw them back out at him and yelled that I wanted my pants back. Very calmly he replied “But these are yours, you don’t know how hard I had to look to find some in your size.” Then he said “I could just go find a janitor to let me into the stall, I could tell him you locked yourself in and don’t understand how to get out on your own, that’d be sure to create a crowd. Knowing I’d been bested I sighed, saying “No, fine I’ll come out.

I had never felt so humiliated and small in my entire life, I mean I was 18, a legal adult, and I was being treated this way! Uncle Ronny wiped me with a towel until I was spotless, thankfully there were no onlookers in the bathroom at the time. Next he sat me on the floor, my skin crawled as the stone cold tile made contact with my skin. When I expected him to put those embarrassing plastic pants on me then give me real pants, he instead produced a large disposable diaper and unfolded it. I started to move like I was going to run for it when he said “I mean you could run, If you want the entire mall to see you naked, or I could call for help and see how many people come in to see you like this, or you could just lay still and do as you’re told.”

I couldn’t believe it, he was talking to me like a child, but with a serious tone I’d never heard before from him, no matter what he had me in a corner. I laid still and he continued to unfold the diaper, sliding it under my butt. Then he sprinkled baby powder all over and brought the padding up between my legs. The bulk spread my legs far apart, and he fastened the tabs tight enough to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere. After that he slid the plastic pants up just past my knees, it was then when a dad walked in with his kid and a boy about my age. Ronny stood me up and finished pulling the plastic pants into place, out of the corner of my eye I could see the boy laughing at me.

Once outside I got some funny looks, feeling like everyone was staring at me. I just kept telling myself we could make it to the car fast and it would all be over. As we approached the exit Ronny made a last minute sharp turn into a store, causing me to panic and pull away.

“We came here to get some shopping done, and I won’t put those plans on hold just because you had an accident!” He said

I tried to resist and plead to let me go sit in the car but He was firm on telling me no.

“Now you can either walk with me while I shop like a good boy, or I can go get one of those mall strollers for you to sit in, I’m sure that would get way more looks than your diapers.”

I agreed to be good and followed Ronny around while he was shopping, conscious of every single giggle and stare I was getting while I was exposed in public.Just when I thought it was all finally going to be over, we walked out of the store just as my best friend Lance was walking in with his Dad.

“Bro, what the fuck are you wearing?!”

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Jun 13, 2024 09:38 pm

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Punishment Pants Pt.1

It was an early Saturday morning, the sunrise peeking between the shades, but not all was quiet and content. Mark found himself, once again, pretty angry with his husband, after finding out he had insulted some of his friends when he thought Mark wasn’t looking. Reflecting on just how often he found himself exhausted from his partner’s childish behavior, he was at least content with the arrangement he’d created when these things inevitably happen again and again.

Mark waltzed into their bedroom to find his husband Joshua walking out of the bathroom. Now becoming a routine, Mark took immediate control with a stern and determined attitude, pointing his finger to the bed.

“Lay down, c’mon march mister.”

“C’mon seriously? Not today Mark, this is complete bullshit.” Joshua spit back, rolling his eyes and letting out a deep breath.

With precision, he grabbed his husband by the ear and marched him to the bed, giving him a hard smack on the butt before he pushed him down to the bed.

“Ouch! Mark that hurt!”

“Good, you’ll learn not to talk back to me OR use that kind of bad language in front of me.Oh wait, if I remember correctly you did use that kind of language about my friends last night! Oh you thought I didn’t hear?”

Joshua’s heart sank at the realization that he didn’t slip by on that one, knowing good and well what he had in store for him now. Mark grabbed the towel around Joshua’s waist, ripping it off and spinning him onto his stomach. He grabbed the hairbrush he’d tactically left on the bedside table, swatting his bare behind until it was 50 shades of pink.

“Aaaah. Ooooh. That HURTS! Stop, PLEASE STOP!”

Despite Joshua’s childish yet adorable pleading, Mark wasn’t done. Instead he stood him up, taking a moment to gawk at his cute little guy in the front, secretly loving how small his husband’s manhood was. Joshua looked back at his partner, standing there in his slacks and button up shirt looking him up and down like a piece of meat. He loved his husband, but he couldn’t figure out how to end this harsh cycle he’d brought upon himself.

He was growing restless, twitching and trying not to touch his throbbing butt as Mark paced back and forth thinking about what to do with him today.

“I’ve got half a mind to call my friends over that you insulted to witness your punishment!”

Joshua thought there was no way he could be serious, sure he’d done some pretty humiliating things to him, but he’d never allowed anyone other than the two of them to be a part of it. The idea of other people, much less his husband’s friends watching as Mark completely embarrassed and degraded him like a child was debilitating to say the least.

Joshua just whimpered softly, knowing that arguing back was the worst decision he could make at this point. He just stood there as Mark left the room, leaving him standing there butt naked to await his inevitable punishment. Minutes later, Joshua was told to come downstairs, led to a corner of the living room, told to stand still or else. Mark went about his business, drinking his morning coffee and watching the news.

Out of nowhere Joshua was brought to attention by the sound of the doorbell ringing unexpectedly. To his surprise Mark was ready for it, standing up and going to answer it. Joshua started shaking, taking a step towards the stairs and his clothing.

“Stop right there young man!” Mark said as he turned on a dime, knowing Joshua would try this.

“Where do you think you’re going? I told you to stay right there, if you move again without permission I’ll drag you outside for the whole world to see, understood?”

Mark went back to his corner, nodding up and down that he understood as he sulked and looked down at the floor awaiting what was to come.

Mark invited his guests in, bringing them into the living room where Joshua stood facing the corner. He didn’t dare turn to look and see how many people were staring at him, but he could hear whispering and some chuckling.

“Guys, please excuse Joshua, he is being punished for how he behaved at the party yesterday, as you’ve all been told he had some very nasty things to say about all of you behind all of our backs.”

Joshua’s face now matched the red of his butt as he listened to his husband’s speech.

“Dude, look at his ass! Man you really did a number on him!” Commented one of the guys, causing a round of laughter from everyone.

Joshua just stood there restless, ashamed, and worried. The men sat around and enjoyed their coffee and conversation, occasionally commenting on Joshua in the corner. About half an hour later Mark stood up announcing it was time to get to work.

Joshua was marched into the kitchen by the ear all the way up to the kitchen sink. Everyone gathered around as Joshua realized there were 5 men all there watching him and he couldn’t even bring himself to look any of them in the eyes. Mark put his hand on the back of Joshua’s head, leaning him over the sink where a bar of soap was shoved into his mouth. They repeatedly forced the bar in and out, making sure to thoroughly wash out his mouth. The group of guys made sure to comment on how he might not be using those vulgar words anymore. He gagged at the taste until Mark finally stopped and spun him around to wipe his face with a towel.

This was the moment where the other men saw his smooth shaved crotch, all of them giggling and pointing at the sight of his miniscule manhood.

“Now since you can't use bad words appropriately that should stop you from using them at all anymore!” Mark said to push the point home.

Joshua stood there in the deepest humiliation he’d ever experienced, awaiting Mark’s next order. To his surprise Mark didn’t lead him anywhere next, instead walking away for a moment leaving him naked and afraid with his friends. Quickly Mark returned with something Joshua was all too familiar with, a fleet enema.

Joshua pleaded and kicked to no avail as the guys gently laid him face down over the dining room table so Mark could insert the nozzle. Joshua whimpered as the liquid entered his tummy, and although it was over quickly he wanted to cry knowing what he was about to have to do in front of all these people.

As Joshua expected he was quickly laid down on the carpet while Mark went to get his diapers, returning with a thick printed diaper and baby powder. Joshua was on the verge of tears, but to his surprise none of the guys seemed shocked or surprised when they saw the diaper.

“Aww buddy you thought they didn’t know? These are my best friend’s, they’ve known about your punishment pants for a long time now.”

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Jun 03, 2024 09:31 pm

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