pantiesandpamperssissy:maxlittle1: Nap time in my favorite place Tammy jiggled the bars some, ran he
pantiesandpamperssissy:maxlittle1: Nap time in my favorite place Tammy jiggled the bars some, ran her hand up and down them, feeling the solid steel.“These are….secure,” she told the doctor standing silently next to her. “It just seems so, prisonlike. I thought maybe it’d be a bit more loving or calming or, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just having second thoughts.” She took another look inside the caged crib, at her drugged husband Bobby, lying there in his thick diapers. His thick diapers. That’s what had started all this, she reminded herself. But now, seeing him caged like a zoo animal, it just seemed too much. Why couldn’t she have had the normal life, with a normal man. Oh, Bobby, what have you done? What have I done?The doctor sensed the unease. “Mrs. Barnes. I realize this cage is not the fantasy crib that your husband used to write about or dream about on his perverted Tumblr page. This is reality. And these sissy adult babies are creative. They will sneak out if you give them the chance, even drugged. So, yes, these are *quite* secure. There is no getting out unless we allow him out. I mean, these aren’t even electrified like we can make them. But remember, you came to us. You wrote to us exasperated about not being able to deal with a husband who’d rather jerk off into Pampers than have sex with, I dare say, a beautiful woman. You said you couldn’t handle him going behind your back anymore to the mall in thick diapers and being laughed at by everyone. You said you wanted someone to show him what life like an adult baby is really like. And we are. We are going to show him discipline. And real humiliation. And punishment. Regression. His problem is he still has the mind of an adult but the soul of a sissy baby. So we will take care of the mind. We told you by the end of this he will be a caged, drooling, incontinent, permanently diapered and regressed adult baby who, since you paid for the full package, is also going to be taken advantage of sexually by our orderlies at every diaper change. That is going to happen. So while I understand some apprehension at seeing how the sausage is made, I’m afraid this is his new home. Till the day he dies, in his diapers and in his cage, many decades from now.”Tammy sighed. It really was for the best. She remembered those tumblr pages she found. She remembered seeing him in his stupid diapers for the first time. She remembered his pathetic premature ejaculations whenever they tried to have sex. She walked to the other side and rubbed her hubby gently, one final time. She patted his diapered ass one final time. Then turned and walked out. Good luck, baby. -- source link