humiliationelation: Well spring had come and with it, all of the feeling, emotion, and of course hor
humiliationelation: Well spring had come and with it, all of the feeling, emotion, and of course horny-ness, but not mine. Well, okay, yea, mine too, but still. After agreeing to be regressed by my boyfriend to save our relationship, things were great. He took great care of me, loving changes, constant pampering (of all kinds). Things were amazing, but only for a time. Until she came. And come she did. It didn’t take long for her to move in, or for them to get married. But oh, did I mention? The regression is permanent and its not like regressed little things have rights, or a say. So here I was, a room over in my playpen listening to them strut through the house. She mostly left me alone, except for the occasional humiliation, and the implant. She felt bad that she was taking my man away, and wanted to give me something to remember our old life. The implant acted as a link, every time she came from my ex-boyfriend, I would fill my diapers. She said it was “close enough” to the real thing. As if on cue I could hear the bed moving. I looked back just in time to see my pristine white padded prison expand to accommodate the mess, encasing every inch of my otherwise clean, powdered bottom. I sighed, well, when in Rome.. I focused on the sounds and got to work humping the playroom floor, faster and faster, hypnotically sucking my paci, humping the floor, and filling my diaper to the beat of my ex-boyfriends bed knocking against the wall. At least they would know to come change me I thought briefly as I approached climax. -- source link