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🕑 Added 2019-01-28 18:25:39 +0000 UTCThe sharp sound of snapping fingers brought me back. My hands were untied. I was sitting in the center of the white room, wearing the same soaked diaper. The headphones were gone. I looked up at my caregiver with glossy eyes and confusion written all over my face. What... what had happened? But before I could ask, she held out a photo for me to see. Me, wearing my pink waddle pants and a frilly dress. My thighs were forced apart by the thickness. I could hardly walk in those. I blushed.
"Please, Mommy, I--" I froze, mid-sentence. Mommy? Did I just call her... why would I do that?!
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"You remember that day, don't you? You remember how thickly padded you were, you remember what it was like to not be able to walk, to not be able to stand, you remember it well, you remember how helpless you felt..."
Statements. The woman gave her statements, not questions. She gave her absolutes that she couldn't possibly argue with, even without the conditioning.
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"I... um..." I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts. This wasn't anything like that! She kidnapped me! I didn't belong here, I wanted to go home! But a part of me, deep down, longed for the memory in that photo... "Lay down," she told me, and I shook my head. "You want to be changed, don't you?" I looked down at the diaper. It would leak if I wet myself again. So, begrudgingly, I laid back and let her change me. After all, she'd done it so many times already.
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We didn't have anything inherently and solely thick, not the way that Kimberly had owned at home - that girl was surely far too into her imaginative notion of what being a well-behaved little pet was - but there were ways to make up for that. Kimmy laid down, and the woman untaped her diaper, her single diaper, the last single diaper she'd ever be put in. From now on, Kimmy worked only in multiples.
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"Hey, what are you--"
"Children are to be seen, not heard." I felt my stomach sink, like a hole had opened up from under me. I opened my mouth to say something else, but I... I couldn't. I looked up at Mommy with momentary panic as she lifted my legs, putting a second diaper under me. She taped it over the first, and then did the same with a third. A fourth. I shook my head in protest, but whenever I tried too hard to scream, lulling words filled my head. The wheels on the bus go round and round... round and round... round and round...
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"You're such a good girl, Kimberly," The glossy look in her eyes, the way the conditioning took hold, the thickness between her legs and the way she didn't even try was just... delightful. Some projects were simply business, some jobs we took on... in-fact, most of them, were for the sake of the client. But this time, this girl, this Kimberly... she was something special. She was coming home with the woman, one day. She was coming home with Mommy.
