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It had been a long, hard week but this Saturday morning was making up for it. Linda had been out pounding the pavement looking for a job in the big city before the bills for her moving expenses and next month's rent came due. All week she had been looking forward to this weekend, saving her supplies to make it that much more special.
After her last appointment late Friday afternoon she had hurried home. Once safely inside her tiny one bedroom apartment she had stripped off her clothing and laid out two fresh cloth diapers and her favorite pair of plastic pants. Although she longed to feel the soft, warm padding between her legs she knew it would be better after a long hot bath.
As soon as she had slipped into the water she began shaving her body free of hair. Only when she was newborn smooth did she add a large quantity of baby oil to the bath. Then she lay back and relaxed, letting the oil penetrate her skin to make it very soft and carry that sweet, innocent fragrance. All her cares seemed to wash away with the oily water as she massaged it into her body. Her hand stroked the new smoothness in her groin but stayed away from her pussy, there would be time for that later.
When the water had started to cool she left the bath and toweled herself dry, feeling the terry cloth tickle her new sensitivity. She always marveled at how naked her body felt just after shaving. Taking a can of baby powder with her she went to the waiting diaper on the bed and positioned herself on it. With great care she powdered all of her body she could reach and then pulled the cloth up between her legs and pulled it tight before pinning it securely.
She lay still for a moment and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. She flexed her thighs against the thick padding that held them slightly apart. It was almost perfect and she could have laid still and enjoyed it a lot longer. But she knew that it would get better once the plastic pants were in place, their perfect seal building the heat inside until she felt perfectly relaxed at the constant reminder of her diapered condition. So she slipped them over her feet and slowly worked them into position. It would have been easier to stand but she relished the need to lift her hips while she worked the plastic panties around them, making sure that all of the diaper was captured inside. She thought back to the few times she could remember being diapered as a child; it had been the best part then, too.
After a few minutes she got up and began to tidy the bedroom. She enjoyed the sensations of the diaper as it moved with her and even more so the soft rustling of the plastic panties as they flexed, never tiring in their confinement of her loins. She slipped into her sweat pants, they were loose enough to conceal her diaper but she did wish they had feet like a baby's sleeper. She added a matching sweatshirt and reconciled herself to enjoying the soft cotton of both garments for the time being.
As she finished her dinner she wondered what to do with the rest of the evening. The bath and diapering had relaxed her and now she felt more like sleep than watching TV. In the bedroom she stripped down to her plastic pants and slipped beneath the covers. Part of her wondered what it would be like to be able to wet without waking up but so far that hadn't been possible. She could feel her bladder filling and knew it would wake her in the night; only then would she release it into the absorbent cloth. But for now she still liked the warm dryness, the soft rubbing of the cloth against her smooth skin, the humidity caused by the plastic, the absolute security of it all. She drifted into a deep sleep.
The pressure from her bladder finally woke her a little after midnight. She was painfully horny and try as she might she could not release the waiting fluid while lying on her back. She gave a little moan of frustration and pushed back the covers. She stroked the smooth, warm plastic a few times before kneeling on the bed and releasing the pent-up flow.
It came suddenly; she could hear the rush of it as it invaded the cloth. Then came the creeping wetness as the diaper did its work, pulling the water upwards towards her waist and down between her legs to rise again along her buttocks. She marveled at how hot it felt. When she judged it safe to do so she lay back on the bed and pulled the covers over herself again. She let herself enjoy the warmth of it and the sense of being so wet inside and yet so protected. Sleep came again.
In the morning she allowed herself the climax that had been building for so long. She closed her eyes and lay back in the bed, her hand finding the warm plastic of her panties and stroking her wet pussy through them. She thought of what delights must lie waiting for her when she finally peeled back the covers and examined her wet diaper through the transparent plastic. Her hand worked a little faster and then it was happening, her entire body shuddering with pleasure.
It took her a few minutes to regain her senses. Then she went through the gentle and familiar routine of changing herself, hearing through her memory the chiding of mother and sisters as they had done this for her on a Saturday morning. Their rule had been firm: a wet diaper on Friday night meant a Saturday spent in diapers. A little powder took care of the dampness and soon she was warm and comfortable again, a fresh pair of plastic panties already letting the internal temperature build deliciously. She gathered up her laundry from the week and put the baby things on top, the oily towel from the night before would cover them on the way to the laundry room. She looked forward to this day without pressures, this day in diapers during which she would wet herself slowly and carefully, enjoying the increasing weight and mild discomfort of her condition.
After breakfast she got dressed in her sweat suit and prepared for a trip to the laundry room. It always thrilled her to go outside the apartment wearing diapers under her clothes. She knew that sometimes the draw string waist of her pants slipped a little; had someone seen the tell-tale wisp of plastic that betrayed what lay beneath the gray cotton material? Would they look for the confirming bulge in her crotch?
Maybe she'd meet Lynn again. They had met a few times before in the crowded laundry room and started innocent conversations. She couldn't tell if she was really interested in her or just being friendly. She was very pretty and very well dressed. But she enjoyed the prospect of talking to her again it seemed that they were meeting more and more often and she had started to make a point of being in the laundry room at the same time each Saturday.
It did not occur to Linda that she was heading for trouble if she did meet Lynn again she would have difficulty hiding the sodden diapers and the pair of plastic pants that lay barely concealed on the top of her laundry. But as fate would have it there was no sign of the young lady as she loaded her things into the one vacant washer. She took her place on one of the chairs and picked up a magazine. She resented having to watch her laundry but there were very few machines and she had heard stories while riding the elevator of laundry being stolen. But that was not her biggest worry; she didn't want to find that some anxious patron had unloaded her washer for her and discovered thereby her diapers and plastic pants.
Lynn arrived to find her waiting patiently by her machine as it neared the end of its cycle. A vacant dryer waited behind her. Only as she saw her crossing the room, her smile bright at seeing her, did she realize the potential for disaster. She did her best to act calm and normal but she could tell she was agitated. What was worse, she carried a basket of her own laundry and would obviously want to use the very machine she was just about to vacate.
There was nothing she could do about it. She would get suspicious if she didn't unload the machine. The diapers would not be so obvious, they could be bundled into other clothes. It was the plastic pants that would give her away. Opening the machine carefully she searched for the plastic panties, hoping to conceal them in the rest of the clothes. They would be ruined in the dryer but that was the price she'd have to pay to keep her secret. But she could not find them and sensed that her time was up. She had to take a chance.
Lynn was carrying on the conversation cheerily as she lifted her precious bundle out of the washer. Carefully, over to the open mouth of the dryer. Seeing that her bundle was too large for the opening she rashly pushed it in anyway, hoping that the most crucial item would land inside. Some of her damp clothes fell to the dirty floor, causing Lynn to exclaim and then dive to retrieve them. Panic-stricken she finished pushing her clothes into the dryer and only then noticed that Lynn had suddenly fallen silent.
She looked down and felt her heart stop. She held her plastic panties in her hand.
There were a thousand things she could have said in that one endless moment. But they just stared at each other, expressions aching for meaning, for answers to questions. She was frozen in place, it never occurred to her to flee. When she finally did speak her words shocked her more than the worst condemnation of her nightmares. "You don't put these in the dryer, silly, you'll ruin them."
It took her a moment to recover her senses, to realize that she wasn't reacting the way she had always feared. "Uh, oh, thanks," she said in a strained voice and took the incriminating panties from her offered hand. They stood up and Linda tried to compress the pants into a ball in her hand and keep them out of sight. "I've got a suggestion; just let me get my things in the washer and we'll have a coffee or something," Lynn sounded like she was trying hard to put her embarrassment in the past. She agreed, reassured by the friendliness in her voice and tried to continue the innocent conversation as she emptied her basket,
Once in the elevator she pressed only the button for her floor and when she saw the question in her eyes said, "Well you do want to hang up those plastic pants, don't you?". She blushed and nodded, so she had not forgotten them after all.
As soon as they were inside her apartment she volunteered to make the coffee. She was surprised but didn't care, her main concern was to get the panties out of sight. But as she hung them on the plastic hanger in the bedroom closet she realized she needed to pee very badly, at the same time she heard the bathroom door close and lock. There was nothing else to do but use her diaper. She released the flood and prayed that there would be no leaks to darken the gray cotton and arouse her interest again. The crackling of her plastic pants seemed to scream out their presence as she returned to the living room.
She sat on the couch and waited for Lynn. She pulled her legs up close to her to try and hide any diaper bulges but this gave her the feeling she could leak any time and so she sat upright, praying that she looked normal.
She brought the kettle and two mugs from the kitchen and handed her one. She filled her own and then stood over her while she tipped the kettle to fill her proffered mug. It seemed to happen in slow motion. After the water began to flow, Lynn moved her arm suddenly, sending the boiling water onto her leg and into her lap. The scalding fluid was instantly absorbed by the cotton and penetrated to her skin. The pain was instant and unbearable. She flew off the couch, dropping the cup, her hands tearing madly at the draw string of her pants to end their painful kiss. Once the string was loose she pushed them to her knees and gasped at the rush of cool air that caressed her burning thighs.
Lynn gave a shriek of remorse and then stood back while Linda reacted. Now she was apologetic and took her in her arms, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" But Linda was more concerned about something else, her diaper and translucent plastic panties were now fully exposed. The pain of her injury was nothing compared to her humiliation. She despondently got out of her embrace and stepped clear of the soaked pants.
Lynn pretended to ignore her diaper and the wet patches that showed through the translucent plastic. She rummaged through her purse, "I've got some pills that will help the pain. I'm a medical doctor, you know," She saw her eyes move to her diaper as she accepted the tablets. She stood there and looked down at the evidence of her heavy wetting while she went to the kitchen for a glass of water for her.
She swallowed the tablets and allowed her to guide her onto the couch. She drew the comforter over her, still apologizing for her error. As she watched her smiling face she felt the drug begin to take effect. Her mind began to swim and she felt very weak. She tried to tell her but her lips didn't work any more. Just before she blacked out she saw her pick up the phone. She was smiting broadly, in satisfaction.
Linda had been so deeply sedated that she woke up by degrees, her mind rising through the darkness slowly, learning about what her body felt and what her senses reported.
She was lying face down on plastic. It reflected heat causing perspiration that formed itchy patches wherever her skin touched against it. Her hands were warm too but it was a drier warmth, more comfortable. They were placed at either side of her head, palms down.
There was thick padding between her legs and the familiar humidity of a diaper confined inside plastic panties. But this padding was thicker than usual, making her legs wide apart. There was tension all across her body. Not from stressed nerves and muscles, but from beyond the flesh. It ran from between her legs to her shoulders, up both sides of her body. At four points near her waist and hips the tension moved off from her body at right angles to some secure point in space.
Linda's mind struggled to sort out the information it received. She was clothed, but only partly, for her legs were quite cool in relation to the rest of her body, even her tummy had no uniform temperature; some parts were warmer than others and the only comparable sensation in memory that made any sense
was that of wearing a sleeveless sweater or smock. Still unable to command her limbs and so to study the situation, Linda’s mind turned to scent and sound for more clues, but there were few, There was a faint trace of baby powder and urine alongside a stronger fragrance of warm vinyl. Then a hint of disinfectant and the sharp, business-like smell of an institution or hospital. That, at least, provided an idea and the mind concentrated on what sounds reached it.
A muffled moan drifted in from afar, followed by the crackle of plastic, perhaps a mattress cover, There was a gentle clang of metal, like a gate closing in the night and far away, an occasional gurgle of fluid.
The mind rose past unconsciousness into a fragile sleep as the effects of the drug abated. Now pain and discomfort flooded in, banishing sleep as adrenaline rushed to muscles and nerves, waking the body so that it might do something to end the pounding headache and the deep burning on the thighs that were pressed with such agony against the plastic. 'Move!' the brain commanded the hips and they tried. But there was no movement to be gained, the four points of the tension held the body firmly against the plastic.
Consciousness came to her and the body reported it's troubles, among them a bladder in need of release. Assured of the presence of a diaper she released it, but found no pleasure in the creeping wetness and warmth. Groggy, her eyes still closed, she pushed with her hands against the surface where they rested and was rewarded only with the gentle sound of them sliding on the plastic. The tension was uniform now, she could feel its design encase her and she ceased to fight it.
Her eyes came open but it was some minutes before they could focus and even longer before they understood what the vertical lines meant. She sent a hand to test her conclusion and saw the mitten that covered it and the steel bars at the same time. She lifted her head from the plastic of the pillow cover to study the other hand, only to discover the same view. She tried to look over her shoulder but it was difficult; whatever held her to the bed did so efficiently, but she did catch a glimpse of her diapered rear and her bare legs parting towards each corner of her crib-like bed.
Although she was fully awake, Linda did not realize it for quite some time. Her last memory was of lying on the couch while Lynn spread the blanket over her. Could she still be dreaming? Her headache seemed real enough but everything else confused her.
It was only after the approach of dawn changed the inky blackness into gradual shades of blue and gray that she reached some conclusions. She was tied down inside an adult-sized crib in some kind of hospital. The smells were now overpowering; somewhere near, someone had soiled their diaper and this told her she was not alone. She heard sounds that confirmed her suspicions. Now able to study her own confinement she realized that the metallic clang came from other cribs as their occupants changed position, or attempted to, she reminded herself. There were sporadic moans and whimpers, preceded or followed by the gurgle of fluid. This last sound she could not place, for it was different then a diaper being filled with pee.
It seemed as if bands of iron were compressing her skull and her thighs were protesting the contact of the plastic against their burns. She was stiff from being in one position so long but she was powerless to do anything about it. She traced the outline of her diaper in her mind and knew it was different from any she had ever owned; thicker, more efficient, covering more area. Judging from the warmth of the plastic pants, they had been in place for quite some time.
As the light improved she learned more. Although she could not see directly behind herself she guessed there were eight cribs in this ward-like room. She could see only the neighbors on her immediate right end left and after studying them, had a few more answers.
The neighbor to her right was propped up in her crib at a 45 degree angle by a wooden support. An arrangement of straps held a pacifier in her mouth and from this a tube ran upward to a bag suspended over the head of the crib. The torso of her body was enclosed inside a restraining vest. It looked as If it were cut from single piece of material, a hole being provided for the head while the two flaps ran down the front and back of the body. A portion of it ran between the wearer's legs, joined to one of the four canvass straps that held the vest and therefore the hips and torso in place. Her legs were maked wide by the same kind of diapering as Linda's. The patient wore the same mittens but otherwise her hands were left free to flutter uselessly against the straps and buckles that bound her. Linda saw the tube move a little and then heard the gurgle, followed by a soft moan. Now she understood; the tube carried fluid to a nipple that could not be spat out.
When she looked to her left she realized this patient was female, for she could detect the faint outline of her breasts as she lay face up. Again she saw the arrangement of bag and tube leading to the secured pacifier. She wore the same restraining vest and also was propped up on a support. But her mittened hands were folded back underneath the hollow wedge of wood and appeared to be tied there.
Linda had seen and studied all she could. She resigned herself to her helplessness and tried to make herself as comfortable as she could. She closed her eyes and thought about what she had discovered. Under her, sandwiched between her body and the mattress, secure in its warm, wet, padded world, her penis stirred to life, pushing against the folds of the diaper that bound it.
Linda caught a glimpse of the shaft of light when the door opened and then the room exploded with sound and light. "Good morning, Babies! Your night is over! Now we will see how good or bad you've been!" The voice belonged to a woman and carried all the sarcasm of a prison warden. Linda heard her approach, rattling the bars of each crib with a stick as she passed. She stopped at her crib and she could feel her eyes burning into her. Without rattling her crib she carried on, pausing at the girl on her left.
"Oh, my, how wet we are! Tell me, dear, how did you like our little friend the crab?" The girl moaned through the pacifier, "Don't you fret, dear, the good people In appliances have delivered a little something for you. You can go back to sleeping face down as of tonight, if you behave yourself, but I don't think you'll enjoy it quite as much as you did before." The Matron continued her patrol of the ward, using her words like whip strokes to pull her charges out of sleep and into a harsh reality.
Linda heard the side of her crib come down and turned to see a very pretty young woman anxiously working at the canvass straps that held her. She was almost nude; her breasts were free and had been made up with a bit of the same rouge that blushed her cheeks, but she wore a leather collar and wrist cuffs. Looking down a little, Linda was startled to see she also wore a leather chastity belt, the broad band bisecting her between the legs, a small hole provided for her water, before meeting a large padlock over her abdomen. There were others like her in the room, each working frantically on one of the cribs. She could see they all wore high heeled pumps and that similar cuffs bound their ankles.
When the vest was free she meant to turn her over but she cried out when the plastic sheeting began to pull away from her thighs. She slapped her hand over her mouth and quickly looked at Matron to see if she had heard her. She understood that she was trying to warn her and nodded into her soft palm; she would keep silent, that was the rule. She worked more slowly and gently now, carefully peeling the sheet away from the tender areas while she gasped in pain.
When she turned her over she saw much more of the room and what was happening. Her attention to her burns had slowed her down. The other patients now were standing beside their cribs while their attendants fitted toddler style harnesses on them. She stripped away her plastic pants and was working on the diaper pins when she realized that some patients were being given a different harness, one that kept them on all fours and maked them to crawl. The thick mittens that still disabled her hands were being applied to any patient who had not worn them during the night. Then to her amazement, each attendant got onto her knees beside her patient, her buttocks presented to the center of the room, as Matron made her second inspection tour. Linda's own girl was frantic she approached, finally completing her changing and kneeling beside her only seconds before Matron arrived.
Linda realized she was the only patient In the room still lying In her crib. She avoided Matron's piercing glare as she silently inspected her. Then she turned slightly and brought her cane down sharply onto the buttocks of her attendant. She could see the pain race across the pretty face just before Matron spoke.
"You are slow today, Janet. Her burns are not yet dressed and she has no harness. But since she is a special case I will not give you the rest of the five strokes you deserve. Dr. Lynn wants to see her right away and you know what will happen if we make her angry. Get to work!" The girl sprang into action, disappearing across the room on her high heels.
Matron paused at Linda's female neighbor, "Ah, I think it's time we showed you what you'll be wearing from now on," Her cane tapped the proffered rear of the attendant who also sprang to her feet to run her errand. The two women looked at one another in the few moments that followed. Linda sensed defiance coming from the patient and felt fear for her. She trembled a little, though from fatigue or fear she could only guess.
The attendant returned on the double, handed Matron a package and resumed her position on the floor. Matron unwrapped the package slowly, drawing out the suspense for her victim. The girl was clad only in her diaper and plastic panties and the mittens on her wrists. She trembled again as Matron continued to tease her. Suddenly Matron let the paper fall away, holding out the rubber bra that it had contained. It was designed to encase the breasts in a semi-transparent halter.
The girl sobbed and then her weak voice drifted to Linda's ear, "Please, Matron, don't put that on me. I don't deserve it." It was the cry of desperation, a plea for mercy but it earned her nothing but the shocked attention of everyone in the room.
Matron let the stunned silence continue for a moment before she responded in a low, almost condescending tone. "You are a stupid little fool. Haven't you learned that you are forbidden to speak? As of now you'll wear your pacifier every minute of every day and night. You'll be on fluids only; you know what that is going to do to your bowels. And as for this bra, it too will stay in place permanently. You must be prevented from rubbing your breasts against the sheets." She turned her attention to the attendant, "Code her as I have instructed and double her changing interval. I'm sure she'll really appreciate that once a steady diet of formula starts to clean her out. Oh, and put this on her. Code that on her card as well."
Matron continued on with her inspection while the attendant fitted the girl's mittens through the straps of the rubber bra and pulled it into place. It fit very tightly and she had difficulty fastening the clasp on the back. Then she watched with fascination as the pacifier was applied, its arrangement of straps and buckles fastened about her head. She turned for some reason and Linda could see the tears that stained her cheeks. She saw how tightly the rubber compressed her breasts and imagined how the rubber would keep in the heat and the sweat, becoming a hot little prison, while keeping her from touching herself.
Her own attendant had been working on her all the while and as the girl was being fitted into her harness, her attendant was preparing one for her. She examined the expert dressings on her thighs as the leather straps were tightened about her body. Then she had to stand while the crotch strap was run between her legs, pressing her diaper closer to her. There were small rings on the cuffs of her mittens and these were attached to clips on the front of her harness at the level of her chest.
She looked around and realized that all the other patients were leaving the room some walking, others crawling if that was all that their harnesses would permit. It was then that she saw the white cards clipped to the back of each harness, a meaningless series of numbers and letters spelling out to those who could read it the particular treatment to be given to each patient. Her attendant beckoned to her and on stiff legs, feeling the bindings on her body, she followed her.
As she followed her attendant, Linda had time to consider all that she had learned. The dim, gray corridors only reinmaked her feelings of helplessness. She watched the slim figure of the girl in front of her and studied the band of leather that ran between her rear cheeks, bisecting the red stripe left by Matron. She thought that it must be very uncomfortable but she showed no notice of it. She would have felt self-conscious about the diaper and plastic panties, the harness and the mittens, but everyone she saw either wore the same things or was an attendant or a Matron.
She realized how tired she was. Her strength waned with each step and several times the young attendant had to pause and wait for her, the staccato tattoo of her heels on the concrete floor stopping suddenly, leaving an eerie silence. Her nose was filled with the strange smells of the place, disinfectant, urine and stale plastic . But the floors were spotless end the drab paint on the walls equally so
Her feet grew chilly on the cold, hard concrete floor. Soon her legs ached end she wanted to sit down to rest. But her attendant was becoming more agitated as her pace stowed and she had seen enough of the discipline of this place to want to avoid a taste of it. Finally she paused before e door and motioned her inside, not following her but closing it after she entered.
It was a small, barren room, more of a cell then anything else. It was brightly lit and very hot, as her plastic pants soon testified. A second door faced the one she had entered and she put her ear to it but there was no sound, no clue as to why she had been taken there. Grateful for the chance, she leaned back against the wall and slid down until she met the floor. Despite her bindings, she was more comfortable than she had been for hours and soon fell asleep, as much from exhaustion as from the heat of the tiny room.
Lynn pushed the sharp heel of her black patent pump into the crotch of her diaper to wake her. The effect was instantaneous, her eyes flew open and she blinked in the glare of the lights as she tried to focus on her, "Are you comfortable, my pet have they been good to you?" She probed her with questions, keeping her off balance while she struggled to come awake. She had kept her shoe in position and now increased her pressure, sending the heel against her penis until she protested, "Haven't you learned by now that you are not to speak? If we weren't alone, I'd strap a pacifier in place to cure that."
She gazed up at her, captivated by her beauty. She withdrew her foot and squatted down, her legs apart, and from long habit she let her eyes travel up her thighs to discover she wore no panties over her garter belt and stockings, "Yes," she said after a moment, "get a good look. That is the reason you are here. When I'm finished you'll think of it as your only reason for living." She stood up, "I'm sorry about scalding you. I usually only use pain as a punishment but I had to find a way to get the pills into you so you would be in a fit condition for the recovery team." She saw the surprise on her face and smiled at her, for she still didn't understand, "I spotted your diapers the first time we met," She paused to enjoy the look of shocked dismay that flashed across her face.
"So I found the first condition had been met. If you were already into wearing diapers it would be relatively easy to bring you to a state of total incontinence, something that keeps you docile and obedient; it also takes care of your penis very nicely. From there it was easy to meet you in the laundry room and arrange some way of getting you here." She was speaking more softly now, wistfully.
"What?" She wanted to say more but the words wouldn't come.
"You're in training, as of right now, to be my personal servant. When we are finished with you here I'm going to take you home where you'll do a lot of housework and keep my delicious pussy very happy; with your tongue, of course, since you'll be in diapers all the time." She saw the perplexed took on her face and the growing bulge in the diaper. Good, she thought, she's aroused by the idea and that will make it all the easier.
Linda was crushed. She had accepted the idea of serving her, whatever they would do to her here, but to be denied her body except through her tongue was more than she could bear. She felt her spirits sink, her tired body settle against the wall and in final surrender she released her bladder. She watched the dark patch appear under the translucent plastic panties and then grow, spreading upwards to her waist and, no doubt, down between her legs to caress her bottom.
"Good," she praised, "that's exactly what you are here for. This is a private institution that specializes in behavior adjustment. We're paid quite well to train people into the kind of obedient partners those of us with discriminating taste prefer. You've seen a few of the more traditional sex slaves, the ones who have been assigned to take care of you do so as a mild punishment for some infraction of the very strict rules. Now and then we run a special clinic to produce the debilitating condition of incontinence among a select few patients."
She began to pace the floor, lecturing her, "It's really quite simple. We're going to reverse your toilet training, take you back to a baby-like state where you'll not be able to control yourself nor care that you can't. The more you cooperate the faster things will proceed and the less discomfort you'll suffer. If you've been looking around you'll know by now just how rough we can play. We have some very effective treatments."
She continued, explaining how she must keep silent and how Matron had freedom to take whatever measures she liked to control the patents, prevent masturbation and accelerate the training.
When she left her she was confused and despondent. An attendant came through the same door by which she had entered and motioned for her to get up and follow her. She watched her high heels tapping in front of her as they went back into the dark recesses of the building, listening to the gentle crackling of her plastic panties and feeling more than ever the diaper she wore and the restraints on her body.
The feeding room was Spartan. A number of chairs had been bolted to the floor. Some inmates were still there, held in place by canvass straps and wearing pacifiers from which tubes ran up to bags of formula. She was given the chair next to the girl who had been made to wear the rubber bra. Her eyes followed her across the flange of the device bound into her mouth. She heard a gurgling sound as she suckled the fluid and saw that her bag was only half empty. As she sat down she discovered that a narrow ridge of wood had been fixed to the seat of the chair, pushing her wet diaper between her cheeks. She tried to avoid it as the attendant tightened her straps but without success. She could see that the other babies in the room shifted about in their seats for the same reason.
She had not realized how hungry she was until she tasted the first spoonful of the pabulum. It was bland, but warm and filling and she would have asked for more but for the rule of silence. She expected to be released but the attendant seemed to be waiting for something. It turned out to be Lynn, carrying a hypodermic.
"This is a muscle relaxant," she said while swabbing her arm, "it should reduce your urine control and will affect your bowels too. If you don't fight it, it will be quite painless." She gritted her teeth while she pressed the plunger, feeling the swelling in her arm and shortly thereafter, a strange sense of weakness.
She was led to the sun room, a place of windows but no furniture. The floor was covered in mats like those from a gym and on them the adult babies lay or crawled, each coping with her fate. She settled onto the floor, grateful for the padding and the warmth of the room. A matron came in and sought her out. She carried a card which the clipped to the back of her harness. "Dr. Lynn wants you on constant fluid, Linda. That means that you must be suckling from a bottle at all times. The attendants will change you more frequently than usual; consider yourself lucky, if they catch you without a bottle or only pretending to suck it, you'll end up like that,"
She pointed to two other girls in the corner, both were strapped into wheel chairs, Above each, a pregnant bag of fluid sent a steady pressure to the pacifier strapped into each mouth. They struggled against their bonds to no avail, obviously very uncomfortable from their soaked diapers. Both were swallowing constantly to drain their mouths from the fluid that continually dripped through the pacifier's rubber bulb. Matron handed her a bottle and pointed to a tray full of them near the door.
All during that endless day she noticed others suffering the same misery to which she had now been subjected. From time to time an attendant would come forward with an arm full of cloth diapers and a fresh pair of plastic panties and tap a baby on the shoulder. The patient would offer up the buckle in the small of her or her back that held the crotch strap and after it was released, submit to the almost tender ministrations, After the diaper change the strap would be replaced and the attendant retire to wait for another baby to need changing.
Linda found she had almost no bladder control and worse, her bowels seemed to be free as well. For the first time since she could remember, the hot wet pee flowed from her without her consent and she felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. Then the movement came and she rolled about on the floor while it took control of her, barely able to keep the bottle to her mouth.
When it was finished her attendant was there, delicate fingers working at the buckle, fragrant perfume washing over her. She did in fact feel more like a baby than ever before as she watched her work at cleaning her. No diaper had ever felt so good as the one she pinned in place, no plastic pants so welcome. She left her refreshed, full of the scent of baby powder and Vaseline. But no sooner had she begun to enjoy the warm, dry, softness than the pee returned, dribbling of its own accord into the waiting diaper.
Time and again she wet or messed and was changed. She began to appreciate the true meaning of being so helpless. She relaxed and gave up any attempt to control herself. It did not matter; whatever her body sent into the warm soft diaper, an attendant would take care of it. She was free of herself, she had only the simple concerns of a newborn: to be fed, to be changed and to be warm. As long as the pretty attendant kept coming to restore her cleaning and pampering her, nothing could trouble her. She would, she decided, be a model patient.
Bed time came early in the baby ward, Once they had been fed their dinners the patients walked or crawled back to their cribs where the attendants waited to prepare them for the long night.
The diapers were doubled during this changing, making it impossible for the babies to close their legs or walk. In fact, one of the punishments Matron preferred was to bind the ankles together, leaving the patient to twist and turn in vain attempts to escape the pressure in their loins, fighting it and the restraint vest all night long.
It was then that Linda found out what 'the crab' was all about. She had been watching the girl to her left being changed, fitted with her restraining vest and secured face-down in her crib her diapered and plastic pantied rear exposed to the world as proof of her condition. Matron came by to ask the girl how she liked her rubber bra and to remind her that it would prevent her from rubbing her nipples against the mattress, a form of masturbation and therefore forbidden. She had been mesmerized by the extra thick diaper that showed so clearly through the translucent plastic panties and had studied the girl so intently that she
hadn't seen her own attendant hang a full bag of fluid over her own crib and hang out one of the special irrigation pacifiers. It took her even longer to realize that she was now the only baby in the ward still lying nude on the plastic mattress cover, yet to be diapered.
She was surprised to see Lynn enter the ward. She seemed pleased with her. "You've done well for your first day. The attendants report that you don't seem to be fighting your therapy." She paused and made a signal to Matron and the attendant who began to secure her wrists. "I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you will be leaving here a little earlier than I had planned. The bad news is that we must accelerate your training and that means that we can't give you tonight to prove to us you're now prepared to wet your diapers in your sleep." She signaled again and the two women drew her knees back to her chest and secured them there with a wide band of canvass leaving her pussy exposed. She was beginning to feel a little scared.
"We do have a little device to help you along. I'm sure that after wearing the crab for a night you won't dream of trying to hold your urine. It's very effective." Matron began to lubricate her anus with jelly as Lynn continued, "The crab has two sensors that are triggered by moisture. As long as you pee enough to keep them wet nothing happens. But if you hold your water and the diaper begins to dry out the sensors will send a signal to a little expansion ring we'll put in your anus, it will grow larger, making your little hole wider and encouraging nature to take advantage of the opening." She could feel them putting the ring in her sphincter muscle settling into the grove on the outer rim. So far it was quite comfortable but she could feel it holding her open, denying her any control there. She became tense and anxious, not knowing what to expect. Now they were taping the sensors to her, one on her lower abdomen and the other on one of her bottom cheeks. A wire ran to a small electrical box that hung on the side bars of her crib.
"Of course, we can't expect you to learn to pee continuously unless you have a constant source of water." Lynn pointed to the bag of fluid and just at that moment, the attendant pushed the pacifier into her mouth and quickly brought the straps into place around her head. Now she remembered the cries and struggles she had heard and seen the night before and began to panic. Her tongue pressed against the rubber and was rewarded with the first dribble of infant formula.
"And we don't want you to drown, so we must prop you up." The wedge of wood was the last clue she needed and she struggled and whimpered as they completed their preparations, pulling the super-thick diapers between her legs and pinning them. Once her legs were freed again they put a pair of translucent plastic panties on her. After adding a restraining vest Matron and the attendant left. Lynn looked down on her with an expression of pity on her lovely face.
"Keep sucking and keep wet, my dear. It's the only way. I'll set the sensitivity a Little higher than usual. If you're truly incontinent, you may even get a little sleep," She touched a switch on the box and immediately she could feel the ring expand just a fraction. It still didn't hurt her but she suckled furiously and tried her best to release her bladder. But her day- long resolve not to fight the injection had also drained her of urine and the ring expanded twice more before she felt the first warm trickle meet the diaper, telling the sensor she was cooperating, that the ring need not grow any larger.
She looked down at the bulging diaper, safe inside the protective panties. Her legs were maked wide by the bulk of the padding in her loins. The wooden support was hard and uncomfortable against her back She sucked some more of the water, trying her best to keep enough pee running into her diaper to forestall the machine.
Her world was small now; she thought only of what was between her legs and what was in her mouth. She barely noticed the lights going out and sounds of babies in bondage trying to find some comfort and sleep despite their thick diapers and unforgiving restraints.
The night was an endless cycle. She would begin to drift off and sometimes actually fell asleep, only to be shocked awake by the ring expanding yet again. Within a few hours her rear passage was sore from the pressure and she knew it would get much worse before morning came. But she could not keep her eyes open and she wondered if they had put something in the formula she suckled to make her sleepy.
She was torn between the agony of the ever expanding ring and the desperate need to sleep. She found she could not always stifle the little squeal of pain that rushed from her each time the cruel ring grew larger, making her wider. Soon she found herself suckling automatically, a constant action, without thought.
Somewhere in the middle of that night of torment it happened. The drugs and devices that fought her toilet training won. Perhaps it was the sleep inducing drug, or the terrible fatigue that had come from her restless time in the institution. Perhaps it was the acceptance, deep in her mind of the mechanical efficiency of the machine and the inevitability of its triumph over mere human flesh. The reason did not matter. By the wee hours of the morning, Linda lay deep in sleep, her mouth automatically nursing the fluid from the pacifier and swallowing, sending it to the bladder that now acted freely, without control from the mind. For the mind had given up all control, not even waking when nature took advantage of the other passage, the one held open by the ring.
The sleep was warm, thick, wonderful. She dreamed of the pretty attendants as they changed her, restoring the clean, dry freshness that always thrilled her. She felt in her dreams the water as it flowed without control, escaping as nature saw fit. Her dreams were filled with the comforting warmth of the diaper, sealed inside the efficient plastic panties, cupping her in her most sensitive place, the hand of a lover that would never tease, never demand, just be there.
Matron had to rattle the bars of her crib several times before she finally struggled out of her drug-induced sleep and acknowledged her with bleary eyes. She could feel how wet and dirty she was inside the diaper and her back was sore, her bladder ached from its night of abuse and the ring felt as if it were about to split her in two. But deep inside she knew that something had changed. It was as if she had been relieved of some great responsibility. And when, a few seconds later, she felt a warm rush of fluid and realized that she still suckled at the rubber bulb in her mouth, the truth came to her and she felt good.
Her attendant smiled a lot as she changed her. She knew, she sensed, that she had crossed the barrier, given up control and now faced a future in diapers. She cried into the pacifier as the ring was reduced and then gently removed. She felt open and slack in that private place but a fresh diaper soon covered it, ready to accept its function as well. She lay in her crib unrestrained but for the bars that the attendant had raised.
Lynn came in and as soon as she looked at her she knew she was bound to her. There was her mistress, to whom she was prepared to give pleasure in exchange for comfort. She told her she would take her home then and let her sleep in her apartment for the rest of the day. She wore no pacifier and so could have told her how she felt, but silence was the rule.
Linda didn't remember much of the trip home. Exhausted from her night-long encounter with the crab and the other restraints, she could barely keep awake. Lynn brought her straight into the smaller of the two bedrooms.
She had equipped it as a nursery. One of the cribs from the institution took up most of the space, the rest was shelves full of cloth and disposable diapers, plastic panties and various items of clothing and equipment.
She lowered one side of the crib and she sat on the plastic mattress cover while she peeled off her gray track suit. She inspected her diaper and finding it still dry enough, she slipped a restraining vest over her head and had her stand while the crotch piece, sleeved in plastic for protection, was fastened. Dreamingly she watched her, "You don't have to put that on me. I'II be good."
"Ssssh," she cooed, "I want you to stay in your crib and sleep, not roam around and get into trouble." She fitted the now familiar-mittens onto her hands and had her lie face down in the crib while she fastened the canvas straps to the frame.
"Sleep well, my baby," She called from the door, "I'll be back at lunch time to feed and change you." Then she was gone and the silence of the apartment loomed in on her. But she wasn't lonely or frightened. She felt the plastic beneath her as it warmed to her skin, the subtle tension of the restraints and the comforting thickness of the diaper between her legs. It was as if she was still holding her, still touching her and when the trickle came of its own accord, she welcomed it and dreamed of what it would mean.
A few hours later she was roused from her sleep by another need. But her other passage was still too raw and sore to offer any resistance to the makes of nature, She had no choice but to let it happen. And while the sensation was certainty disagreeable, her sense of security from the diaper was truly reinmaked, Lynn would change her; she expected the diaper to take care of that as well. Sleep took her again.
But Lynn was upset when she discovered what had happened, 'You're going to have to get on a schedule for this part of it, I've disposables for you that will make this much easier." She was working quickly, keeping an eye on the clock, "I don't have time to feed you solids but I'll give you a bottle of formula and put you on your back for the afternoon," She was diapering her in a disposable and she marveled at the feel of it as she taped it snugly. "Yes, you still need plastic pants" she said, answering the question in her eyes. Then she was fastened in place again, this time on her back. She brought her a warmed bottle from the kitchen and passed it to her mittened hands before raising the side of the crib. She took it and began to suck gratefully.
Linda slept for most of the afternoon and was feeling quite refreshed by the time she heard Lynn return. She was tired from being kept tied in the crib and expected Lynn to come and change her and let her up for a while. But she would only bring her another bottle, ignoring her hints that she would like to be changed. "My dinner comes first," she said.
When she finally did change her It was back into another disposable with several diaper doubler pads added for extra absorbency. These made such a wadding between her legs that she suggested she might be more comfortable crawling. And so by that mode of travel she led her into the living room to watch some TV.
When she noticed her shiver in the cooler air she went into the nursery and returned with an adult-sized sleeper. She helped her into it and zipped it up the back. Then she told her to try and get out of it and that's when she found out just how effective the mittens were.
Lynn had changed into a dressing gown but still wore her hosiery. She noticed that even her slippers had high heels. As the evening wore on she grew bored with the soap opera she had taped and she began to study her, finding her more attractive with each passing moment. She became aware of her attention and deliberately let the robe begin to fall away from her, exposing first her thighs where garters met stockings and then one breast.
She felt herself stiffen and then remembered that she would be denied what she now desired. She was a baby now, her horniness to be ignored, and to reinmake that reality, she felt her rear passage deliver yet again, accompanied by the warm, hot rush of her uncontrolled water. She had watched the strained expression on her face while this happened and only when it was finished did she make her move.
"You really have lost all control, haven't you?" She uncrossed her legs but left them apart and leaned forward, exposing more of herself. "Does it feel good? Are you proud of yourself?." She blushed deeply at her probing questions but remained silent. "I think it's time to start teaching you what you're here for."
She lay back into the couch and spread her legs, revealing herself to her. She motioned for her to come near and from then on she needed no instructions. She did her best to please her and was gratified with her moans of pleasure as she writhed her hips in delight. But even as her climax approached she felt a rising conflict between her new confinement in diapers and the older desire to be her lover in the traditional sense.
As her aching pussy lips fought its damp prison she was also more aware of the pads that held her legs apart and the warmth of the sleeper. She could not ignore the messy and wet condition of her diaper or the itchy humidity of the plastic panties, She caught the sweet, innocent fragrance of baby powder and realized it was the essence of her confinement. And as she shuddered in climax, she realized that this was the only way she could ever be her lover.
"That was good," she panted, "considering it was your first time."' She reached down and stroked her behind testing for the evidence to confirm her suspicions. "I'll change you this time. But if you ever slacken off, I'll let you sleep this way, just so you'll know what it feels like." Despite the chaffing, she waddled behind her to the nursery and was glad when she laid out the extra thick night diapers; she was getting used to them.
The days passed quickly. After the first few, Lynn told her she couldn't keep coming home at noon to change her. But since she really was urinary incontinent (her rear having recovered sufficiently so that she could hold himseif there until a disposable was in place) she had devised a way that would permit her to change herself without the temptation of masturbation, which she had forbidden.
It had been made to her design by the institute and was very simple in construction. A length of thick, black plastic pipe, an inch longer than her erection, was fitted over her penis, a series of plastic straps ran between her legs at the back and upward in the front to where both met a lockable belt, also made of plastic, She locked it in place each morning, adding a squirt of baby oil inside the pipe to make her inevitable erections a little easier. It was perfect for its task; nothing she could do, despite having the freedom of the apartment, brought her any pleasure. Her growing frustration grew even worse.
Now no longer confined in the crib except at night or when being punished, Linda was assigned the household chores to keep her busy. Lynn rationed how many diapers she was permitted each day and she had to use her quota, no more, no less. Among them was a single disposable for use when she felt the need from her back passage.
Most nights she would come home tired and tense from her day. It was up to her to ease her aches and pains for if she failed, it meant a night of discomfort, perhaps in a dirty diaper, perhaps being bound in some position or another inside her crib. She made good use of her tongue and she became expert at pleasing her. But still, she had no relief for her own tensions.
Linda had one final barrier to cross the return to the outside world. For several weeks she had known only the institution and then the apartment. A few times during the day she had ventured out onto the balcony but since Lynn allowed her only her diapers and plastic panties for clothes she did not stag long for fear of being seen.
Then came the Saturday she would always remember. She came to release her from her crib in an especially good mood. She had spent the night with a girl friend while she had been confined to h1s crib under mild punishment, her legs strapped together against the thick padding and bound face up, for she suspected her of rubbing herself against the mattress for pleasure. Her wrists too had been bound, as had been the case for some weeks. She had been quite wet and dirty by the time she returned in the morning and was very glad to see her.
She was surprised when she prepared a disposable for her and even more so when she began to coat the front of it with a thick layer of vaseline, "We're going to go shopping," she announced as she slid it under her, "and I think you're going to enjoy yourself." She had expected her to reach for the dreaded pipe but instead she reached for a baby-sized diaper and coated it too with the scented jelly, She placed it underneath her erection before taping the larger diaper in place. Her super- sensitive erection came alive in the warm slick embrace and she trembled with pleasure.
After the requisite plastic pants were snugly in place she gave her a pair of shorts to wear, for the weather had turned warm. They did a poor job of hiding her diaper but she had long since learned that such concerns were beyond her now. After breakfast she led her to the car and thence to the shopping mall.
Each step, each movement tantalized her long-ignored penis and she blushed furiously with her rising arousal. Lynn politely ignored her agitation as they moved through the crowds, oblivious to the occasional stares, finally she could bear it no longer and without her control or consent she felt her passion rise. She stood still and trembled with the make of it while passersby turned to watch. After it was over she found her watching her and then Jamle knew that there would be no going back. Even as she fell into step beside her again, feeling weak in the knees, a little more pee found its way into her waiting diaper. She doubted she would ever want it any other way
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