The urine-filled diaper is removed from your face as you think you might’ve dozed off. Your vision is clearing up, and you so want to wipe your eyes, but you can’t. As you squint, you see and hear the sides of the crib being lowered and the mask from your face is removed. Oh, the fresh air… you breath a big breath through your nose as your vision continues to improve. That man..!! That ASSHOLE…!!!

“MMMMPPPPHHHHH!!” You yell into your pacifier gag.

“I know I know….” He says as he wipes off your face with a damp washcloth. “I know... you’ve been here for a couple of days and you definitely have to be cleaned up.” He pats the over bloated front of your waist. “All this piss…. All this shit… All this cum… All encased in rubber…. It must really have your skin irritated….so I’m going to clean you up today, and maybe, if you’re a good baby, you won’t be punished as severely as before. Maybe I’ll let you and Diane in the playpen with one another…” He chuckles as he removes the head bondage and places a collar around your neck. “Now, I’m going to let you get up and I want you to CRAWL to the cleaning area. CRAWL, as on all fours. Failure to comply and the collar I just put around your neck… well, it isn’t exactly a fashion statement… I will shock you. Your arms will take a few minutes for all the blood to flow back since they’ve been folded together for an extended period of time, and that’s normal. We’ll get there. Just don’t make me use this collar.”

Your eyes pierce into him as he unbuckles the crib retrains. The tightness slowly and gradually goes away as he moves from her legs to your upper body. He then undoes the straitjacket sleeves and for the first time, you’re able to extend your arms to your sides. Your “manager” then unlocks the lock on the top of your rubber suit and unzips it. He takes a step away as the brutal smell of over 48 hours of your urine and feces hits him. Undaunted, after a second or two, he removes the rubber suit completely. The fresh air on your skin… drenched with days old sweat… the chill is refreshing… You allow yourself to embrace the cool air before opening your eyes to see the huge bulging pink locking pants around your waist and the coolness from the washcloth minutes before is replaced with the burning of embarrassment for being made to mess and wet on yourself.

“Swing your legs over and onto the floor, baby girl…” You hesitate for a moment in an act of defiance, but the shock collar… The thought of the use of that makes you bite into your rubber nipple of your pacifier as you slowly move your legs to the crib opening. The floor feels like ice on your bare feet as you again hesitate. No, not in defiance this time – just the thought of sitting in your full, heavy diaper… but you turn your body anyway. You feel the mess mush against your privates and other regions as you grit your teeth. You try to get to your feet as fast as possible to avoid spending much time having your full weight in your feces, trying to pull yourself up using the crib bars. The sparkles-like feeling from the blood circulation is brutal as you successfully get to your wobbly feet.

“Good. Stand there for a moment. Get your balance before you get on your hands and knees… you WILL crawl to your bathtub… because BABIES don’t walk, they CRAWL.”

You jerk your head back in anger towards him. Your hatred for him continues to grow as you breath heavily through your nose.

“Nuh-uh... be a good baby…” Before you know it, an electrical shock burns through your entire body, making your already weakened bladder and bowels to release even more fluids into your beyond maxed out diapers. You whimper into your pacifier, and nearly fall back, but he catches you. “Don’t worry baby. I got you… “and he stands you back up. Probably the most painful one second experience of your life and its already over. “That was just on Level One. There are five levels. I’ll give you a few more minutes to gather yourself so you can be a GOOD BABY and CRAWL to your bathtub… We definitely have to get you into some new diapers… these are busting out at the seams!! Even Diana didn’t have THAT much waste in her during her training….”

You stand still for a good five minutes – just standing there, breathing through your nose, wanting like everything to run away from all of this. Almost another five minutes passed, as you think about what put you in this situation, your adult side fighting the new submissive, infant side… “Do you think you can crawl to your bath, or should I bring a stroller to take you over there?” he says, snapping you out of your internal mind debate. The thought of being put in a stroller is almost exciting – WHY?!? – but you slowly shake your head “no,” and begin to bend down, slowly, on your knees first and then, leaning forward, one hand, then the second. “Ready?” he askes and you nod. “Then let’s get you into some new diapers, little one…” The embarrassment of crawling after him was intense, as you hold your head in shame as your arms shake from the weight of your body as you crawl on the bare floor.

What seems like miles, he tells you to stop and to stand up, and helps you get to your feet. He unlocks your locking plastic pants, pulls them down, followed by the rubber pants and the plastic pants. You step out of each one when asked. The thought of kicking him as he was retrieving these items come across your mind strongly, but that fear of the shock collar… plus your strength isn’t at full capacity yet. It wasn’t worth the gamble. Oh, but it would feel SOOOO good. The multiple-filled diaper tapes are then cut off and the max diapers fall to the floor in a loud plop. Embarrassment fills your body as you stand before this… man… feces clumped and stuck on your butt… “Step on in, pretty baby…” and embarrassed you climb into the pink tub and sit down.

The water starts and he has a water nozzle, spraying your body down. The temperature is mostly hot, and you embrace the warmth, despite the humiliation of sitting in front of this male piece of shit, naked. He gives you instructions to move different body parts where the water spray blasts the caked-on poop off your bottom. The tub begins to fill with water, and you just lay there, as he soaps up your body and washes you. Of course it has a baby scent to it. The water nozzle goes through your hair and he washes your hair – its baby shampoo. The feeling of being CLEAN is intoxicating…. And liberating…

“Okay, stand…” and you stand up. As he reaches for the towel, you kick him square in the ribs. Dripping wet, you run away. You undo the pacifier gag and throw it to the ground. You notice Diana bouncing in her bouncer but you don’t want to waste any time… you don’t know how far the shock collar is effective. You see where you were held for days as the smell still lingers as you yell “Help!” hoping someone can hear you. You see a pair of doors and you go to open one. It’s locked, so you quickly go to the second door. It’s unlocked. You quickly open the door and its total darkness. You reach for the light switch but you don’t feel one. Panicking, you run blindly into the room, hoping to find an escape.

It isn’t.

After a few feet, your feet step into something slimy as the texture of the floor suddenly has changed. You slip and fall onto the floor. Quickly, you try to get up... but you can’t. This substance is keeping you stuck on the floor. “What the hell?” You struggle more and the more you struggle, the more you’re unable to move. Suddenly, the lights are turned on overhead. You look around…and you find that you’re stuck in glue, like on a piece of flypaper. You cry out and are interrupted by a man’s laugh. It’s him…

“If you think you were punished before….” He chuckles, rubbing his side. “You haven’t seen NOTHING yet…Soon you’ll be a brainless bimbo baby… but we’re going to have some fun first….” He laughs.

…to be continued… (if you want)