diaperkink: A drop of spit trembled at the corner of Fumiko’s mouth, threatening to slide down
diaperkink: A drop of spit trembled at the corner of Fumiko’s mouth, threatening to slide down her chin. She could feel sodden warmth between her thighs, but could do nothing to stop a fresh stream of pee from leaking unhurriedly out of her bladder and into the swollen diapers.After she had failed her class’s mandatory diaper training, Fumiko’s parents had chosen another option: surgical and chemical treatments for their only daughter, reducing her limbs to clumsy dead weights and her bladder to the helpless weakness of an infant’s. Like a true baby, she could no longer even crawl, much less keep her diapers dry. If Fumiko behaved, she had been promised, the treatments could be reversed at the end of the year…or, if she was a bad girl, they could be made permanent. -- source link