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Gemma lay in her crib, attempting to sleep. It was no good, it was just too difficult to sleep. As she turned over onto her side, she shot a tiny, watery cummie into her diaper. As she moaned very slightly from the feeling, she curled up hoping that the vibrating butt plug in her would run out of charge soon. How was she supposed to sleep at this time anyway. Gemma decided Sissy scat tumblr was nothing for it but to think about life and the questions she had. Would she ever leave this place again?

She had been there for a few months now and there was very little that Daddy wanted to give her up. Would she ever have sex with a woman again? She had been having more sex than ever before since she got here, just with men like Daddy and his friends. Could she even have sex with a woman anymore?

Would her penis even get hard? Was she about to cum again? As she spurted more cummies into her diaper she slid her thumb into her mouth. She never Sissy scat tumblr that she would be bored of cumming but here she was, wishing she could sleep rather than cum. What a poor little sissy baby she was. Weak hands clutched instinctively at the thin wire bars. Cuffs clinked softly against the kneeling girl's metallic confines. A rustle and crinkle sounded through the room as she wriggled and bounced rhythmically in place. And from her came the most indescribable sound: a confused, mewling whimper, like a hungry kitten who no longer knew where she was or what she wanted.

Not that her bubbly visitor noticed, of course. I learned all my shapes, an' colors, an' aminals, an', an'…" she trailed off, eyes clouding as she struggled to remember. In front of a big ol' camera an' everything! The wide, confused eyes staring up into her visitor's beaming face blinked, then drifted wonderingly down over the purple lingerie top before her. Was that a flicker of envy deep in those dark eyes?

Perhaps so… but it passed as her eyes slid over the bulging purple of her visitor's well-diapered posterior. That, at least, was familiar. The caged little kitten knew that sight well… for was it not the very same sort of garment that she wore herself? I'm such a big girl in my pretty princess clothes! I bet you wish you could wear some too, huh? Tina's dark eyes clouded, dropping shamefully down over her exposed, naked breasts to the simple, unadorned bulk of her own matching lavender diaper. Gone forever were all coherent memories of how she and Abigail Sissy scat tumblr been friends once: partners in crime, sentenced to rehabilitation together in this new facility that promised to train them for gainful employment.

In their place were fragments of disconnected thoughts, strung together solely by the hypnotic phrases that resounded in her mind every day and every night…. But her friend was prattling on once more. I'm so glad I'm not a dumb little kitty like you…" She giggled and thrust her padded rear out as if for emphasis.

A pretty little princess. A pretty, prissy little- princess…". But suddenly, as if her mind had snagged upon some hidden bug, Tina's formerly bubbly speech grew halting… mechanical… monotone. Her eyes glazed involuntarily, her posture growing rigid as her lips formed the words that were suddenly overspreading her mind like clouds over a darkening sky. Pud-dle pants… Pissy- little- pud-dle pants…".

And beneath her halting words came the hissing rush of hot urine into the pastel bulk of a diaper. Or rather, two diapers. For the pair of brown eyes staring up at her had also clouded, caught up in the same unfortunate trigger phrase that rippled through her mind and unleashed the hypnotic mantras burned into it. What a picture they made: two young women, partners in crime now become partners in padding.

For despite the very different roles which they had been forced to adopt, the hypnotic training they had received contained common triggers: triggers that ensured that whether prancing princess or cuffed kitten, neither girl would ever again be entirely the mistresses of their own bladders. Image Credit: abdreams.

Please don't remove my caption or accreditation, okay? Oh, and check out my Patreon here if you want to of my short stories! Margaret pursed her lips in quiet satisfaction, her eyes running coolly over the prone and helpless form before her. Oh, yes. Everything was coming along beautifully.

When she'd first met Tony — so charming and suave with his slicked-back hair and his polished laugh and his unbearably polite businessman veneer — she'd initially been put off. Sure, he was fantastically wealthy, the heir to a magnificent industrial fortune. She wanted love. Primal desire. A man who would crave her and satisfy her and thrill her and journey with her on a search for all the delightful carnal pleasures she knew life had to offer.

But then he'd let it slip one night — no doubt thanks to the repeated rounds of alcohol they'd shared at his swanky apartment. He had a secret, a sordid little kink. He- he'd never told anyone. But somehow, he felt he could trust her. She would understand. She wouldn't tell anyone, of course. She wouldn't judge if he told her- when he told her how he fantasized about regressing, about being treated and cared for again like a stress-free little.

How he liked- dreamed about- longed for- Sissy scat tumblr. Every infantile thing one could imagine…. Oh, of course she'd smiled sympathetically. She'd patted his leg and assured Sissy scat tumblr inebriated companion that she didn't mind, that she thought it was cute, that he shouldn't be embarrassed. That in fact, he ought to try to make those dreams a reality sometime. Naturally the next morning it might as well have never happened.

He had either forgotten, or studiously pretended that he'd never said such embarrassing things. But Margaret hadn't forgotten, not by a long shot. You see, having slept on it — and yes, it must be confessed, having stroked herself to delicious orgasm at the sordid thoughts his confession had unleashed — she had a very definite idea now of what she wanted for him.

She wanted to make his dreams come true. She wanted to take charge: to send him headlong down the path he dreamed of, and in doing so to take his place as head of his immensely wealthy corporation. With the help of that ature stamper of his and a notary friend, it would be done in a trice. She'd have money, and power, and pleasure too — all by training him to be the sort of babyfied little man he longed to be….

But of course it was all for Tony's sake. Of course it wasn't like she was thrilled at the prospect of such an incredible windfall of money and power. No, of course not. Not one bit. Margaret smiled softly now, her manicured fingers slipping deftly over the captive figure of her sweet little Tony. It was three days now since she'd surprised him… three days since she'd escorted him into the recently finished nursery and locked the door quietly behind him. Oh, how he'd blushed and shivered and stammered at first — or at least until she'd thrust the silencing pacifier between his trembling lips.

How he'd squirmed as she had stripped his clothes from him and pushed him firmly onto the bed, a naked, quivering plaything for her and for his own pulsing hormones. How she'd smiled to hear him gasp and stiffen and moan with longing as she'd wrapped that first crinkling diaper around him, forcing his hard little cock to bend unwillingly down into the infantile softness where she knew it belonged…. That was all three days ago. Since then Tony hadn't left — not that he perhaps hadn't tried, of course, but simply because he couldn't.

A few simple cuffs helped, but far more effective than that was the specially commissioned cocktail of drugs, hypnotic audio, and pulsing visuals that Margaret was pumping into his reeling brain. He was awash in sensory overload, every single sense bombarded with messaging to relax, to give in, to remember that he was and had always been and would always be Mommy's helpless little infant…. So now, as Margaret lifted the crinkling front of his diaper — helpfully labeled "BABY" across the waist in pastel block letters — she was gratified to see already his soft, flaccid penis already dribbling steadily Sissy scat tumblr into the surrounding padding.

A few more days and he'd be pissing and shitting himself in his sleep, not to mention wailing and drooling like an ill-tempered toddler. And with behavior like that — well, not a single member of the board would dream of objecting to hear taking the place of such a clearly and unfortunately brainsick fellow as Tony now was. Now to strengthen that oral training and reeducate him in the joys of receiving his Mommy's thick strap-on in his incontinent little ass….

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