You might wonder what your doing here. You seem scared and distraught. Well being kidnapped can have that effect on you.
You remember reblog those tumblr pages “reblog if you want to be diaper dependent “ or “I dare you to reblog this post it ,will make you urinary incontinence and dependent on diapers for life“ and my favorite “ reblog this post if you fantasize about being kidnapped and diapered against your will”. Well no more fantasize about it, today it be comes a reality.I monitor all and follow all who reblog my post. You know you be more careful who you talk to on the internet , there a lot of weird psycho people out there.
Your just lucky I’m not one of those people. I’m like fairy godmother, I grant wishes for people.
Don’t worry you will feel a little discomfort. The numbing gel will help things. You be restrained, and your legs , will be in stirrups for safety. At any point you don’t want proceed just tell me “stop” and I will.
Oh are you trying to say something? It hard to make out with that huge ball gag in your mouth.
Oh I see , your so excited to proceed you can barely contain enthusiasm. Now !!now !!you don’t want to make a mistake, you need to calm down so I can proceed.
First I’m going to slowly insert this micro optical camera into the head of your penis. I’m going to be able see if there any abnormalities in your urethra duct with build in camera in the end. Then if we see any abnormalities I will be to pinch them a use a build claws and use a special laser to cut them out.
Then when I reach that pesky sphincter muscle in the neck of bladder , the muscle that holds all that yellow urine back. I’m going so gently carve away at it with my tiny laser. I’m to cause the muscle not function anymore it will remain open so urine can dribble out slowly, and diapers will be requirement for life.
Oh don't mind me dear I'm just opening up the window to get some a breeze in, you just go back to playing. Yeah baby, just some fresh air. Well it's still a little stinky in here sweety and I want it smelling fresh when my next patient comes.
Oh silly have you forgotten what I told you already? You're going home today, your mommy is coming to pick you up! No silly you're wife! She's just your mommy now, like how I was Dr. Philips when you came here but now I'm Nana.
Right I know it must seem so long ago, I can hardly believe it's only been two weeks myself. More treatment, oh honey it'd be silly do that- you're cured! I can confidently say as a medical professional you no longer have a wetting problem baby.
Shshsh baby no need to get upset, you see diapers are the cure to your wetting problem. When your wife dropped you off here we knew that this was the likely outcome. Yes this is intensive therapy, your wife didn't lie. Sometimes this helps people stop wetting, once in a blue moon. For most of the people I treat though the cure for their incontinence is more involved. You see your bed wetting and your pants wetting were only problems that you noticed. You had others too you know. You were unhappy, you were stressed, angry, very controlling too. Now those problems are gone! I've been sending your wife videos of you and she's said she hasn't seen you this happy since you two were dating!
No, a life of big adult worries isn't for you, so I have prescribed a full regression until further notice. Hey don't look so grumpy, this is good news! This means when you get home you'll have a big comfy crib like you do here. You'll have fun toys for you to play with all day. You'll have even more cozy clothes to roll around in and best of all, you wont ever have to worry about wet or dirty pants ever again thanks to the thick diapies you'll always be wearing. I'll even let you in on a secret, your wife has been taking pills so she can have milky boobies just like Nana!
Still with the grumpy face huh mister? Do I need to take you to the naughty corner? We haven't had to visit there in quite some time I'd hate to have our treatment end there- Oh, ugh silly me! You think I'd know that face by now. Of course it's time for your mid morning poopy. Well go right ahead baby, your wife will be here to pick you up soon and I think greeting her in a stinky, droopy, poopy diaper is the perfect way to start this new chapter. Good thing I opened the window now. Hopefully the stinky smells will leave before the next patient arrives this evening!
Caption by Nerd Attack
Poor Bella squirmed, she knew full well what the contraption she was strapped into was for. Her work colleague had found out Bella's secret submissive desires when they both ended up at a fetish night the week before. Bella couldn't believe it when Janice, the disgusting old lecherous woman in her HR department had walked in, dressed in PVC and leading a girl in her 20s on a leash, grinning hungrily when she spotted Bella across the room in lingerie looking like a deer in headlights. Bella had begged the woman not to tell anyone she was here, exploring her secret submissive desires, and the older woman had agreed - on one condition. Bella was to become her toy the following weekend.
One week later, Bella found herself at the HR manager's house, dressed up like a cheap whore.
"Now now, sit still Bella, or else I'll be telling everyone else in the office what a dirty little submissive freak you are." Bella whimpered at Janice's words, as the large woman scooted up onto the stool, and hiked her skirt up, allowing the fabric to fall over Bella's head.
Bella felt wet thighs wrap around her as she was pulled in until her nose pressed against Janice's sex, thick matted curls of pubes tickled Bella's nose and her face was immediately drenched in a mix of pussy juice and sweat from the dominating woman.
"Eat me you little slut" Janice ordered, reveling in her control. She pulled out her phone and began recording, lifting her skirt for a moment to get a nice face shot of Bella sucking on her clit, mascara smeared on her cheeks as she obeyed.
Yes Bella had only agreed to this weekend, but soon enough the poor girl would be signing a contract keeping her wrapped around Janice's finger for the rest of her career.
Janice nearly came at the thought, but pushed the girl's face away just in time to hold off. She wanted to savour this submissive little tart's downfall for a little longer first.
Stacy had gotten in over her head.
She was a busy junior executive at FTSE 100 company. When she was able to book annual leave she explored increasingly extreme ventures in surrendering control as a means of recuperating from her stressful working environment.
Recently she had been reading about age regression as after coming across the term on a blog about relaxation techniques. It was a little weird but it seemed harmless. She was willing to give it a go.
Stacy contacted a professional nursery and booked herself in for a week of, what she described to her colleagues with a knowing smile, ‘pampering and relaxation
After arriving at the nursery Stacy was greater by a matronly older lady who introduced herself simply as ‘Nanny’ and ushered Stacy through to a cosy kitchen to share a pot of tea.
As they sipped from steamy, very sweet tea, they discussed what Nanny services nanny could offer and what limits Stacy wanted to set. Very soon Stacy found it difficult to follow the conversation and her eyes were drooping.
“What’s in this…” She slurred before slumping in her chair.
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When Stacy stirred again she found herself in very unusual circumstances. She had been entirely redressed in a cutie short dress like a doll. Crinkling beneath the skirt and a very soft cushioning padding between her legs were symptomatic of a thick nappy and plastic pants.
“Ermpof” Stacy squealed and was surprised to find her tongue seemed to roll around her mouth without coordination. She tried sit up from where it was apparent she’d been laid down for a nap on a fleecy play mat. Stacy found her movements were sluggish and her muscles felt very heavy.
Gradually she managed to literally pull herself to her feet using the bars of an oversized crib as support. Stacy was shocked as she suddenly felt herself tinkling into her nappy, unable to slow the steady steam warming and wetting the soft cotton of her nappy.
'Nanny’ arrived just as the stream seemed to subside, Stacy blushing heavily.
“Aw is Baby Stacy trying to walk all by herself? Don’t worry if you can’t do it without Nanny holding your hand sweetie, you did say you wanted to give up complete control.”
Nanny came closure and cupped a palm against Stacy’s nappied crotch before slipping a finger inside the leg band of the crinkly plastic pants.
“Oh, I see you’ve already lost control of your bladder. Good girl. You’ll probably loose bowel control next so i’ll wait till you’ve made a stinky then change you.”
"I swear Ellie, if your going to keep wetting yourself like a baby, then I'm going to put you in diapers like one." Ellie's mother scolded as she unfolded a large adult diaper, laying it out on the sofa and beckoning her daughter to sit on it.
Ellie blushed furiously as her panties were roughly yanked off.
"Mom! No. I don't need diapers. It's just an infection or stress or something." Ellie protested, laying down on the sofa. Her displeasure was in fact an act. Unbenowest to her mother Ellie had finally achieved her goal of being put back in diapers. She had been staging 'accidents' for a week now, careful to wet her pants only in the presence of her mother. She didn't want her friends finding out about this. It was an extreme solution to achieving her aim but Ellie didn't know how to speak to her mother about her secretive desires.
Ellie's mother proceeded to diaper her daughter for the first time since she had been a baby.
"Well, I've bought a whole package of these adult diapers for you. You are going to wear every single one of them before I let you wear panties like a big girl again. That's if you can stay dry. If you're still wetting by the time we get to eng of the package. I'll be buying you more. Understood?“
Ellie nodded to her Mother's ultimatum. Internally she was grinning, she had no intention of remaining dry over the next couple of weeks.
"Another thing. Baby girls don't wear grown up clothes."
Ellie gasped and struggled for real this time as her mother stripped her naked, depriving her of even her bra, leaving her nude, aside from her diaper.
"I've ordered some adult onsies online but until the arrive you'll be toddling around in just your diapers sweetie. Don't be embrassed. Little babies who aren't embrassed about wetting themselves also aren't ashamed of being nakey."
Let's be real: I've written a LOT of forced regression stories and captions. But since Tumblr doesn't allow NSFW blogs to be searched with tags like #forcedregression, at the request of folks like @buunnymichelle I'm putting together this handy index to a few notable ones. It's not going to be exhaustive, of course, but hopefully it will be a good starting point!
Male
Diapered, Desperate, and Denied
Just Out of Reach
Replaced… or Repurposed?
Promises Kept
The Date (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)
Amelia's Baby Shower (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7)
Female
Hush, Little Stacy
How Captivating!
A Model Princess (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4)
Loose Lips
Good Baby
Hindsight
Female
Mommy's New Baby
Agent Laura in Trouble
Charles, Help Me
Now Number 28447
A Birthday Present for Mattie
The Trials of a Personal Assistant
Cheating Never Pays
Daddy's Little Darling
Rescued By Regression (Part 3, but see the other two)
On-the-Job Training
Bullied by Big Sister
Sara's New Mommy
Male
No Flirting with the Stewardess!
Sorority Sissy
Good Golly, Miss Molly
A Nurse for Carl
Justice for Jay
Chris to Chrissie?
Happy Mommy's Day, Maxie!
No Double-Dating for Adam
Changes for Baby
Steven Visit the Doctor
Sissy on the Live Stream
Nursed into Nappies
CW: ABDL, MDLB, Threesome dynamic, light cucking
Despite being able to sleep in, my body’s internal clock woke me up at eight. I really did try to sleep in, so that I would have some sort of silver lining to loosing my job. I groaned as I lazily bounced myself off my air mattress. My hardwood apartment floor was mostly barren besides the air mattress, an old TV that I took from my parents, and two envelopes that sat at the feet of my door. One red, one white. The red one was anticipated but still disappointing, but the white one was elusively intriguing. I opened the red envelope and found exactly what I expected to find:
Mr. Zach Slider,
We regret to inform you that your monthly rent payment is now late. This marks the third consecutive month you have missed rent. As per Desperado Apartment management policy, you will be evicted. Please be ready to move out within the next ten business days.
Regards, management
I ripped the letter in two in a fit of frustration. The paper shreds floated to the floor where the white envelope sat. I glanced down towards it and was shocked out of my frustration. The first line of the return address held a familiar name: Claire Elise. The same Claire Elise that used to be my girlfriend. The same Claire Elise that discovered that she was, in fact, gay two years into our relationship. We were friendly, but didn’t exactly do a great job keeping in touch besides a few birthday texts and other miscellaneous minor exchanges. All the more reason why this correspondence was strange.
I tentatively scooped the envelope up, and carefully opened it; there were two paper notes inside. One was a thick blue card with large, machine-printed bubble letters that read, “It’s Birthday Time, and You’re invited! 🥳🎉”
The second piece of paper was a piece of stationary paper swimming with beautiful handwritten cursive, Claire’s beautiful handwritten cursive:
Dear Zach,
I hope you’re doing well, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’ve fallen on some hard times. With that in mind, my girlfriend and I have a very special proposition for you that I think you’ll find interesting. I’d love to see you at my birthday party, so that we can catch up and discuss! Between loosing your job and getting kicked out of your parents’ house, I’m sure cash is tight, so we’ll reimburse you for the road trip to our house. I hope to see you soon!
Love, Claire.
That note was strange for a couple of reasons: firstly, I knew her girlfriend. Her name was Lucy, and I was actually the one who introduced them in an ironic twist of fate’s knife. Second, Lucy and Claire must be doing well for themselves if they were offering to pay my way; I knew they made good money from their respective professions and investments, but still. I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or grateful. Finally, Claire signed the letter “Love”. She hadn’t used that word in regards to me in at least a year and a half. Also, why was Claire being so vague about this proposition? A part of me wanted to ignore the letter, but I knew I couldn’t; I had already opened my phone to text Claire to let her know that I’d be there.
She responded almost immediately: “Awesome! No need to bring a gift btw”
The party was in a day, so I packed my TV and my deflated air mattress into my car, prepared to live out of my car for a few days. The road trip was only three hours, but the gas money was greatly appreciated. With some good music and some even better vibes, I found myself on Claire and Lacy’s doorstep in no time.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before I knocked. I knocked timidly. At first, I thought no one heard me, so I was about to knock again. Before I could, I heard Claire’s voice, “coming!”
The door swung open. Claire stood before me, wearing a gorgeous blue sparkling dress that complimented her dark brunette hair. Her crystal blue eyes regarded me with surprise at first. For a split second, I began to sweat with anxiety. Was that note somehow a mistake? Was I not supposed to be here? Before I could continue contemplating, Claire regained some semblance of composure, “Zach!” She pulled me into a hug, “I’m so glad you came! And you’re early.”
I could feel Claire’s full bodied curves, curves that I used to routinely explore in the dead of night. I cautiously returned her embrace, “yea sorry about that, but there wasn’t a time on my invitation.”
“Oh, sorry about that sweetie, I must’ve—“
“Who is it, honey?” Before she could finish, Lucy sauntered down the stairs to interrupt.
Before Claire could respond, Lucy answered her own question: “Oh it’s the little guy who couldn’t cum unless we told him how much of a good boy he was.”
I blushed. Organizing that threesome might’ve been one of the top 11 worst decisions of my life.
“I’m just kidding, Zach,” Lucy and Claire giggled together, “How are you doing, buddy?”
“Good,” I lied on instinct, “…or actually not great. I just got evicted from my place, so I’m hyped to forget about that and party the night away tonight!”
“Oh that sucks,” Lucy replied, casually flicking her fiery red locks out of her freckled face. Her emerald eyes anxiously darted to Claire and then back to me.
“Yea,” Claire agreed, “that actually reminds me of that proposition I mentioned in my note. Do you want to come sit at the kitchen table, so we can talk about it?”
“Sure,” I replied cautiously.
The kitchen was ornate in a homely kind of way; the light wood of the cabinets was polished and the marble countertops shimmered in the natural light that flowed through the windows.
“So,” Claire started, “do you have a plan now that you’ve been evicted and have lost your job?”
I looked to the table. Of course this was the first thing they wanted to talk about. Who were they, my parents?
“Not yet,” I admitted.
Lucy nodded, “then I think our proposition might interest you.”
“Totally,” Claire agreed, “the proposition involves you living with us as a sort of… roommate. And you’d get to live here rent free!”
I blinked. Why would they want me to live here rent free, “what’s the catch?”
Lucy chuckled, “what a clever boy you are.”
“Just keep an open mind,” Claire said, “and we’ll show you to your room and explain.”
I followed the pair of women up the stairs. We stopped at a room near the end of the hallway. Claire removed a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.
The room was a nursery, except it was massive. There was a massive white, wooden crib in the corner, a huge changing table in the opposite corner, and a large circular rug in the middle of the room that was decorated with trains, dinosaurs, and the ABCs. Stacks and stacks of adult diapers with childish prints sat under the changing table.
“Wha—“
“Ah ah,” Claire shushed me, “Let us explain before you say anything.”
I silently nodded.
“Good boy,” Claire continued, “Zach we know you’re kinky, and you know we’re kinky. Think of this like that: a fun little kink for all of us to enjoy. Plus, it’s a free place to stay and everything would be taken care of for you!”
“It’s a steal of a deal,” Lucy agreed.
“But… why?” Is all I could muster.
“Well,” Claire’s eyes sunk to the floor, “Lucy and I have been exploring some different things, and we came to the decision that this is what we want.”
“We want a little to care for and call our own, but neither of us felt quite right slipping into that role,” Lucy shrugged.
“But then we thought of the cutest submissive boy we both already know…”
“...Me?” I raised my eyebrows. It was true I tended to lean more to the submissive side, but this was definitely something new to me.
“We’re your friends,” Lucy added, “we want to help you out while helping ourselves at the same time, you know?”
“You work so hard just to get by,” Claire agreed, “and you’re such a sweet guy. Maybe it would be nice to let someone else take care of you for a change?”
“Maybe,” I muttered, trying my best to keep an open mind. Part of me wanted to take offense but a separate part of me was touched by their display of care and concern, albeit strange in nature.
“So what will it be Zach,” Claire smiled up at me, “will you be our baby?”
This is an old story originally featured on my old blog, Diapy Dragon, but I would like to continue/reboot it, so I’m posting it here.
How many stories have you completed?
I had to go back and count. "Completed" being the operative word. I am terrible at finishing or adding chapters to longer stories. I tend to either lose steam or not know where to take the story. But I compiled almost everything I've written that's over 3k words. I tried to post links to the ones that have previews/full-releases on free sites. All of them can be found on Patreon:
The Boss' Baby
Besties - Part 1 , Part 2
Big Daddy
Date Night
Diaper Cuck - Excerpt 1 , Excerpt 2
DREAMS Daycare
Egg Hunt
Feels Like The First Time
Here Comes the Airpwane
Maw
Meet The Parents - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Monitored
Practice Makes Perfect
Princess Pampers
Prudish
Reflections
Rent-A-Bull
Road Trip
Season's Greetings
Severance
Stuffed
Tales From a Mommy Blog
The Baby Shower
The Box
The Check-Up
The Satin Sock
The Wet Nurse
Tinder Love and Care
Under His Thumb
Weekend Services
You Should Smile More
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Ongoing/Abandoned Projects
ABCDegree
Go Ask Alex
Hoetel Bimbo
Joy Ride
New World Order
Sissy School - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Sorority Boys - Chapter 1, Chapter 2
The Hunt
The White Rabbit
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This obviously doesn't include the mini-stories and captions I've written, but I'm not about to go back and count all of those, lol.
I'm going to pin this post if that's okay. I've been meaning to catalogue this for a long time, so thanks for this question to finally make me get off my lazy ass and do it. I will try to update as more gets released.
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