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The Strength You Needed

Jared spent most of his time at the gym training for a fitness competition and, after a while, had grown extremely popular in gym circles. Every time Jared would walk in the gym, everyone would turn and look. Women would give him severe looks as he’d strut to the weights and perform his morning rituals.

But of course, he was taken. Never far behind him was his training partner. She’d walk in a few minutes after he did and do her own thing. But if you looked closely, she’d always go and check on him, giving his bicep a light squeeze or slightly grazing her hand on his butt. She’d remind him (and the ladies or men) who were ogling that they were a pair.

They were the ultimate couple, equally strong, both gods in their own right.

But when he’d return home around 6PM, she’d pull out a blender bottle and ask if Jared wanted to keep his muscles.

The conversation was always the same. He’d have to say yes. Because the last time he said no, she reminded him of what the consequences were. His muscles vanished. His waistline grew, his chiseled features disappeared, and his hair grew thin and wispy. He became weak and unattractive. His voice became soft. He looked like a shell of the man who was at the gym just that morning.

She’d push him out the door and say, “Good luck.” She wasn’t cruel; she’d let him back in if he said the magic words. Jared could decide if he wanted to really live life as an average person. Live life as someone unremarkable; someone who didn’t turn heads.

Within an hour Jared would come back and beg.

“Please let me back in.”

She’d tell him to say the words.

“Please.” He’d beg. “Put me back in diapers.”

And so she’d bring him back inside, undo her top and place the nipple of her breast in his mouth. He’d suck gently and with each sip, his muscles would return. The chiseled confident man, the one that all the ladies at the gym knew, would return.

Next, she’d have him crawl to the shelf and pull a plain white diaper out. Lying on the floor, she’d sprinkle the powder on his balls, lotion him up and wrap the soft caressing plastic around him.

But this time, before she pulled up the diaper, she pulled out three suppositories and inserted them inside of him.

“Someone needs to be punished for rebelling.” she’d say matter of factly. “You came to me all those years ago a weakling. A pathetic man. I gave you self confidence. I gave you power. So I’m going to remind you, no matter how strong you get, you’re still pathetic.”

Jared held still as she placed a few stuffers inside the diaper and tape it shut.

“And this time, it’s diapers all the time. Not just at home. Seems like you need a reminder of your place.”

Jared started to whimper. “Please, no… can we go back to the way it was before?”

“You’re the one who decided to act out. Each time it’ll get worse.” She patted the front of his diaper one more time. “Now, it’s time for bed.”

So there he’d lie, in the nursery, specially made for him. The shelves were adorned with colorful diapers, soft music playing. Containers of protein powder were on the shelves, weights in the corner next to plush toys, and bottles.

And there was Jared, in the oversized light pink crib, on his back, preparing to mess his diaper for the second time that night. Each time he’d rebel, she’d make sure he spent the night in a messy diaper to remind him that he was hers. She’d up the stakes. He’d now be wearing his thick crinkly diapers to the gym because he rebelled.

She looked down at him, smiling. “You’re so cute in diapers.” She gave him another squish and said darkly. “Next time, I’m taking your bladder control. So unless you want to start wearing diapers to the gym, I’d try to be good from now on.”

Jared let a few tears escape.

His vanity trapped him in this plastic prison of his own creation. He couldn’t leave when he wanted. He was trapped.

He had made this deal. She’d give him muscles. She’d make him a god, and in return, he’d be her baby at home, where no one could see them.

That deal could last as long as he accepted his place.

He wanted to be a god in real life; he’d be a baby when he was with her.

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The Dolls

Even for a 23 year old, Emma’s doll collection was slightly odd.

She had always been a fan of her collection, each doll looked just like her, had different outfits and were always staring back, unblinking. They made her feel special, the way they peered back at her from the shelf.

It was like having friends in quarantine, who you could actually see without a mask.

But what Emma liked the best was being able to dress them up the way she used to dress when she was a little girl.

Emma enjoyed her time in the Age Play community and had even on occasion found someone who shared her love of dolls as well. So when Francessca came over for the weekend and said she had a surprise for her, Emma was excited.

Before Francessca arrived, Emma made sure to drink a ton of water, she’d like to “squish” tonight. They’d both laugh about this. Squish Saturday they’d call it and have the dolls do their own fashion show. It  wasn’t quite little space, they could never figure out what that was, but it was pretty fun.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to be one of these dolls for the day?” Emma said dreamingly to Francessca.

“Actually that’s what I’m here for.” Francessca pulled a small bottle from her bag. “I made this myself. It’ll turn you into a doll for a bit. I’ll just have to use this…” she pulled out another bottle. “To turn you back.”

Emma felt woozy as she peed a little inside, her heart fluttering with excitement.

“You mean, you’d play with me and dress me up?”

“Of course.” Francessca said matter-of-factly. “You’ll get to experience it full on.”

Emma was extremely turned on at this point and started to gently rub the front of her diaper. “Can we try it?”

“Sure.”

“Say it.” Emma moaned lightly, getting quite excited as warmth started to spread through her body.

“I am going to turn you into a doll. A baby diapered doll.”

Francesca handed the bottle to Emma and Emma greedily sucked it down. In an instant, Emma felt that she was about to cum when suddenly, she realized she couldn’t move.

She was flat on her back, on the brink of an orgasm that wouldn’t go away, but also wouldn’t come either.

Francesca picked up the now dolified Emma and walked her to the mirror, clutching her in her arms.

“Omg you’re so cute!” She cooed.

But Emma was screaming inside. She was stuck on the edge of an orgasm. She needed to cum, but couldn’t. It was literally all she could think about was to scratch that itch just down below so it could spill over into the rest of her body.

But she couldn’t move.

Francesca proceeded to dress her in frilly outfits. Diaper the doll in three thick diapers. Put a pacifier in her mouth. All of these things in a good day would drive her wild with horniness. But she felt the diaper, she felt the baby clothes, but she was stuck on the edge. She needed to cum badly. She needed to cum so badly.

But it wouldn’t happen.

Please change me back! Emma pleaded in her mind as she buzzed like crazy. Please.

Emma wanted to cry, but she couldn’t move. All she could do was feel the thickness of the diapers caressing her bottom driving her, tingling her to the edge. The pacifier in her mouth filling her completely kept her on the brink with her oral fixation.

After what seemed like hours, Francesca finally said the magic words.

“Let’s change you back.” she pulled out the second bottle and put it in Doll Emma’s mouth.

Emma, driven mad at this point, felt her mind get excited. She’d finally get to cum.

But nothing happened.

Francesca frowned and tried again.

Nothing happened.

Emma could see the panic in her face. “Um…” Francesca started to panic. “Hold on. This is supposed to be working! I don’t understand.”

Francesca ran out of the room holding Emma in her arms crying at this point as she ran home looking for the right formula.

Meanwhile Emma was stuck as a doll in thick diapers, going crazy with horniess. She was stuck on the edge, she needed to cum. She wanted to cum.

But hours turned to days. Everyday Francesca would stroke her hair, promising to find the cure. Day’s turned to weeks. Weeks changed into months until one day, Francesca just didn’t come back. Emma was stuck on the shelf trapped on the edge for what was the start of eternity.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t.

She wanted to cum… but she couldn’t.

Emma was stuck on the edge.

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