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Wrath
“No! No! No!” Lisa screeched, pumping her fists impotently and stomping her feet like a petulant toddler. A thick disposable diaper crinkled noisily between her legs. “I’m not gonna wear them anymore! I’m not! You can’t do this to me! “I need the toilet now, so get out of my way! I’m a CEO! I’m your boss!” “Not anymore, Lisa,” said her former assistant. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he took in the sight of his nightmare of an ex-boss throwing an absurd tantrum, her usual expensive suit swapped for a bulky adult nappy and nothing else. “You lost your position, remember? Now you’re just my little dependent. And I’ve decided that you need regular discipline. I know from experience that nappies are the best way. My mum used diaper discipline on my older sister when we were growing up, and nothing sweetened her attitude more than having to go uh-oh in her undies and ask for changes.” “You can’t discipline me!” Lisa screamed. “I’m an adult! I don’t need to be disciplined!” “Oh
Literature
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 1
“What the fuck?” Shock and fury battled for control of Nicole’s mind. First, she felt only a startled sense of confusion: (How?) And then the dawning, horrified realization: (Oh, that’s how.) And finally, anger at the betrayal: (How could she think this was funny?) Nicole had wet the bed, for the first time she could remember. There was no denying it–she’d soaked her pajama pants, her covers, her sheets, and she could even feel the soggy squelch coming up from her mattress. She simply wasn’t a bedwetter, but she also knew this was no fluke, no coincidence or bit of bad luck. This had to be her fault. Vanessa was a prankster sometimes, sure, but this was beyond the pale. So, she rushed across her room, stormed into the hall, and pounded a fist on her roommate/hall neighbor’s door. “V, what is wrong with you?” It took five seconds of furious knocking before she heard a confused, “I’m coming, Nicky, just gimme a sec…” Standing there, Nicole let her anger simmer until Vanessa opened
Literature
The Diapocalypse 3
The Diapocalypse
CHAPTER 3: The Room
It was a rather dark journey after that. In the first car, at least, they rode in silence. Rosie wasn't sure how many of them had seen what happened if a diapergirl messes in your face. It was a slow, dehumanizing process. She wasn't sure when they were planning to kill Primrose, but it would certainly be wise if they did. Soon came the first stage.
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After half an hour of driving, that seemed like a year, Rosie and the twelve other survivors found themselves at what seemed to be a massive hunk of rock. They parked at a clearing, surrounded by steep rock. How could this be their base? There was no door
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Amazing work!
Love the two caretakers! 