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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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May 21, 2024 06:13 pm

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Sibling Rivalry

It was a warm July day, the sun was out, and it was the perfect day to spend outside. It was Ken’s 18th birthday, and he was certainly enjoying it surrounded by family and friends at a backyard BBQ. His brother Dom, however, couldn’t get past his anger for his brother enough to have a good time. Last weekend Ken had played a dirty trick, setting up Dom for their dad to think he’d wet the bed. Although Dom was the older brother it seemed like Ken was constantly putting him in humiliating situations. All Dom could think of was revenge, but as per usual that wouldn’t go well for him, you see Ken always had plans of his own that tended to be miles ahead of whatever his brother was concocting.

Noon had past and guests had arrived, Ken was making his way around greeting everyone and accepting many birthday pleasantries. Dom tried his best to mind his own business, unaware of what would happen next. Their father had asked Dom to go upstairs and bring down extra chairs for the party. Ken hearing this, went to the foot of the stairs just around the corner waiting for him to come back down. Once he showed up Ken stuck out his foot, tripping him on the last step. Dom came to the ground with a crash, quickly looking up to realize what his brother had done. Out of sheer anger and gut reaction, he grabbed Ken by his collar, simultaneously pulling his hand back into a fist.

At this moment their father turned the corner to witness Dom about to hit the birthday boy. Their father grabbed him before he could throw the punch, dragging him into the kitchen before he could strike his brother. Ken pleasingly glared at Dom as he was taken away, knowing full well the punishment he’d orchestrated once again.

“I’ve had enough of your childish behavior, when are you just gonna grow up and be more like your brother?!”

“Dad, please don’t. You don’t understand, he”

“I don’t want to hear excuses, you know what happens in this house when you can’t figure out how to behave like an adult.”

Dom swallowed hard, knowing exactly what was about to happen, dreading every moment. It seemed like everytime he thought he was doing well Ken would do something stupid to put him in this position. As per usual his dad barked at him to get his ass upstairs. Once he made it to the bathroom, his father stripped him down, an embarrassing ritual he was all too familiar with. Dom was ashamed and humiliated beyond belief. At twenty years old, he was STILL allowing his father to belittle him this way. What he called “Baby Punishment” was a very effective tool for controlling his behavior, one his father used quite often. Ken, however, rather enjoyed seeing his older brother treated that way and constantly looked for ways to get him into trouble just so he’d get to see him regressed and embarrassed.

He backed down and allowed his father to do what he was going to do, certainly not wanting to make things worse. Thankfully he was still shaven smooth from the last time this happened, so his dad didn’t feel the need to shave him. As if it was routine, he had his twenty year old son in a thick printed diaper, plastic pants, a Sesame Street T Shirt, and childish shortalls in record time. Dom looked in the mirror, the shortalls rode up high on his thighs leaving nothing to the imagination, and the combination of the diaper and plastic pants gave his butt and crotch enough added bulk to make it painfully obvious to anyone that looked that he was still in diapers.

At his father’s demand, he slowly made his way back downstairs to rejoin the party. Thankfully most of the guests saw him and either looked away or smiled, most of them already aware that this was a normal thing, many having already seen Dom this way in the past. As usual he kept quiet and as out of sight as possible, knowing full well the quickest way out of this was to keep to himself and not bring any attention to himself. Dom slowly crinkled about, keeping to himself, when Ken made his way over. Just seeing him heading his way made Dom angry, finding it already difficult to hold his tongue.

“Aww, that’s a cute outfit BABY brother!” He said making sure to stress the baby part.

“You’re such a bitch Ken, you..”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Dom’s attention was snatched away, realizing their father had rounded the corner just in time to see him insult his little brother on his birthday. Dom’s stomach dropped, knowing full well he was in deep shit now.

His dad dragged him back upstairs by the ear, while multiple people giggled at the sight of it. Once they made it up there he quickly found his shortalls taken off, his diaper pulled down, and was being thrown over his father’s knee. Dom couldn’t remember the last time he was spanked, knowing he must’ve really pissed him off this time. It felt like an eternity passed of his dad whipping his ass with his palm, eventually swapping to a hairbrush. By now tears were rolling down his face like a waterfall just from the sheer pain of it all. By the time things finished, Dom was thankful it was over, until his dad walked back into the room with a bar of soap and proceeded to shove it in and out of his mouth, telling him next time he’d think twice before he called his little brother awful names.

He’d had enough, none of this was his fault, Ken was the problem, not him! His anger rose resulting in an unfortunate outburst right when his dad was about to let him go back to the party.

“It’s your brother’s birthday, what is wrong with you? Why can’t you just grow up and act like an adult? Ya know what since you just can’t seem to learn your lesson, I’m gonna have to take things up a notch.”

His dad left the room, returning shortly with a stand on wheels, with a red bag Dom didn’t recognize hanging from it. He quickly found himself bent back over his dad’s knees with his diaper pulled down. He couldn’t see what was happening back there as his dad grabbed the tubing and nozzle attached to the bag and spread his cheeks apart. Dom shifted, groaned, and grunted at the sudden assault of the nozzle being shoved into his ass. Unfortunately for him, his dad was strong, and more than capable of holding him down. The warm soapy water invaded his guts, causing confusion to wash over his face, never having felt a sensation like this one before.

Before long his Dad removed the nozzle and pulled his diaper back up. Dom was feeling too violated to say anything, or meet his father’s gaze. But it wasn’t over yet, in a string of first’s for him he quickly found a pacifier with a leather strap locked into his mouth, and found himself locked into his room with all his electronics taken away. Before he walked out his dad made sure to scold him for his foul language and attitude, promising he’d be humbled soon enough.

Before he had an opportunity to contemplate his situation, he felt a sudden pain, like he’d been punched in the stomach. The pain was awful and he quickly felt a sudden force like he needed to shit, but with an urgency unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He jumped up, attempting to open his door to get to the bathroom, of course it wouldn’t budge. He banged on the door, realizing there was no way it would penetrate the sound of the party happening downstairs. He attempted to yell for help, but the pacifier gag did its job keeping him silent.

Dom took a step back, creating the slightest break in his constant clenching. Instantly, the soapy enema water flushed into the seat of his diaper, making bubbling noises and many grunts and groans from Dom. He instantly started crying, brought to his absolute lowest. Dad had never forced him to use the diapers for #2’s much less locked him into his room to stew in it. It stunk, and the smell gathered in his small bedroom providing no place safe from it. He waited for hours to be set free from this and allowed into, at the bare minimum, a clean diaper. The constant party noise continued endlessly as he accepted there was no reprieve coming for him. In utter defeat he finally laid down in bed, the feeling of the now cold mess spreading everywhere as he sat sent chills up his spine, but there was nothing he could do about it. With a tear streaked face, Dom eventually fell to sleep, looking forward to returning to normal life tomorrow. Oh how blissfully unaware he was of how much he’d crossed the line today, and just how much his Father had utterly given up on allowing him to continue pretending to be a big boy.

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Apr 25, 2024 08:57 pm

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Revenge of the Equalists Pt.4

Helpless and incapacitated, Bolin thought back to the golden days of team Avatar, his friends, and their adventures. He reminisced on the relationships he built with the people he cared about most. How did it all come to this?! Despite his despair and disbelief he was at the mercy of Twee and Sho and whatever humiliating plans they had for him, at least until his bending returned, or so he thought. Having these twins terrorize him made him think of Dezna and Eska, although he knew those two wouldn’t even stoop to this level.

Sho gently grabbed Bolin, helping him up and over Twee’s knee who held the massive wooden paddle in his hand, looking at Bolin like he was a piece of meat. Now Bolin may be a known earthbender, lava bender, and all around strong and talented individual, however he was not well known for his pain tolerance. To his own surprise the paddle was much more painful than he anticipated, taking only a few short blows before he was audibly yelping at every smack. He attempted to wiggle off Twee’s knee with what little motor control he had thanks to the chi blocking, but Sho did a good job making sure he stayed put.

Bolin thought it would never end, taking smack after smack until there were tears running down his face. Midway through Sho looked up to see Liang in the distance, giving his best 2 members an approving nod as he watched them bring Bolin to his knees. In truth he knew breaking Bolin wouldn’t be difficult, in the end he knew it was just a means to a greater prize, but that wasn’t going to stop him from enjoying every single second. Speaking of enjoyment, Twee was having the time of his life brutalizing Bolin’s bottom.

“You benders are all the same, thinking you can skate through life relying on a gift you don’t deserve, and never having to take accountability for your actions!” Twee said as he brought down the paddle once again, eliciting quite the wail from Bolin.

When the twins finished their onslaught and finally let Bolin to the ground, he was a crying mess. He could feel the heat irradiating from his backside, not daring to touch it just yet. Before he had time to process anything else, Sho was there again, turning him to laying on his back on the play mat as Twee brought over a large case, the contents of which Bolin was afraid to see. Twee dug in, looking through the box for an appropriate size, pausing here and there to take another stare at Bolin’s less than impressive manhood, commenting on how it was “Below average”. A red faced and tear stained Bolin didn’t even have the energy to take offense. Finally Twee pulled out one he was satisfied with, giving Bolin a first look at the device. It was a small metal thing, cylindrical with a base ring. He’d never seen anything like it and in truth had no idea what it was for, though the pit in his stomach didn’t want to find out.

“It’s funny, the metal bender we had make these had no idea he’d unwittingly become a victim of the cruel devices he created. Who knows, you may meet him in one of the communal play areas here soon.” Twee said as he kneeled down, getting uncomfortably close to Bolin’s naked body.

Bolin felt chills run up his body at the feeling of another man touching his most private places. Thanks to Sho holding him down he couldn’t even see what was going on down there, but based on sensation alone he knew it couldn't be anything good. Twee finished quickly, having had much experience at this particular endeavor. Bolin was finally able to see what happened, looking down to see the device securely locked on his dick.

“Now this should help prevent any unwanted little pokey bits like we had earlier” Twee said.

“Hehe yeah brother, we wouldn’t want this little guy getting too excited!” Sho said, clearly excited about this part of the process.

“Now let’s get this guy into a clean diaper, since he absolutely flooded the last one!”

That last comment from Twee made Bolin blush as he remembered that he did in fact piss himself. He tried to reason with himself, arguing that it wasn’t his fault, that they pushed him to it. When in reality he knew deep down that he had gotten aroused from the diaper and that he only peed himself because the paddle, and the thought of being beaten with it, had scared him.

Sho took his time gently changing Bolin, lifting his legs up and carefully applying lotion to his sore butt. Bolin flinched at his touch, but relaxed upon the realization that Sho was only trying to make it feel better. Was this some good cop bad cop routine? Bolin thought, reminding him of the days when Mako was a detective for the Republic City Police. Once Sho had taped the embarrassingly cute diaper on him, he helped him sit up, bringing him into a hug as he got him situated on his lap. They sat quietly as Sho rocked back and forth, rubbing his back and whispering that everything would be ok.

In truth this was unexpected yet needed. After this long awful day, Bolin didn’t realize just how much an ounce of kindness would do for him. He allowed himself to relax into Sho’s arms, knowing he couldn’t run away even if he tried. Bolin didn’t realize that the steady rocking and back rubbing was causing him to doze off to sleep until it was too late. Twee and Sho gently got him up and into one of the cribs, then expertly poking their fingers to various points of his body, ensuring his lack of motor control continued into tomorrow.

Twee walked away, proud of the job he’d done today. In his mind any day where he got to spank and punish a bender was a good one. Sho agreed this was all necessary and that benders needed to be punished, but he had a much kinder heart than his twin brother, enjoying the more loving and caring aspects of the job. Unbeknownst to both of them, this was why Liang always put them in charge of their VIP’s, knowing well that the balance of care and severe punishment is what pushed even the most strong will’s back down to infanthood, forcing their regresse’s to attach and bond to their caregivers.

Liang approached Bolin’s crib, carefully examining him. The sight of muscular grown men in cute printed diapers, subdues and docile never ceased to bring a maniacal smile to his face. He wondered how long it would be before the right people came looking for him, and how devastated he’ll be when he’s in too deep and the effects of regression became permanent. He gently parted Bolin’s hair and toyed with his paci, making sure it was in place, then walked away knowing everything was going exactly according to plan.

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