[#226] Moving In

She'd be coming to, soon. A few more minutes, maybe, at the most, and Little Selena would wake up and realize, through her dazed and addled mind, that she wasn't at home in her own bed anymore. She wasn't anywhere she'd recognize, for that matter, although until I'd finished conditioning her properly, this would be the only setting she'd know going forward. Not that I expected her to need all that much more in the way of behavioral modification; she'd been out long enough to get several days of audio programming in, but it was always so much more effective when they fought against it. I watched from behind the mask as she stirred in the bed, softly against the restraints, and I harkened her consciousness along by opening the valve of the enema bag. Welcome to your new life, little one, if only you'd never denied me in the first place.

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I had never felt anything like it.  A chilly ache in my stomach and everything felt heavy.  I opened my eyes to the blurriness of the room and tried to sit up.  But I couldn't.  My wrists wouldn't move.  My ankles wouldn't move.  Like they were pinned to the bed.  A bed?  But the heart-printed sheets weren't something I recognized.  And then the chill of churning water brought me to full consciousness.  Oh, it was so uncomfortable... "Where... what... what's going on!  Let me up!"

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She looked left, and she looked right; there weren't that many other directions that she could look. Her neck arched and craned and she whined and whinnied, trying to see more of the room - I made sure that she could see me out of the corner of her eye. A long white latex dress with matching gloves, tall boots, and a pantomime mask. She'd never recognize me, not until long after the conditioning had taken hold of her and turned her fear into love. Oh yes, how she'd come to love me. I walked around the side of the bed, I ran one shiny gloved hand through her hair, behind her ear and my other hand rubbed the seat of her diaper. The plastic crinkled, and I felt her resistance go from a boil to a simmer to a quiet calm. Sounds and sensations would control her now.

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I saw more than I wanted to.  The hose dangling in the air, connected somewhere behind me.  And as the liquid filled my belly, I had a very good idea where that hose was going.  And a figure.  A man?  Or, was it a woman?  Their hands touched my thigh and I kicked in a fury.  Then my ass, which made a strange crinkling sound.  What?  What was going on?

"Who are you?!  What are you doing?!  If you don't let me go..." 

But as the person started playing with my hair, I felt the anger slide away, into a darkness I couldn't follow.  My eyes glossed over as my body started to relax.

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She melted the way that ice cream melted; little drips at first and then she was more than a puddle at the touch of my fingers. The diaper crinkled. The enema hose silently filled her, and sensations built inside of her. Fullness. The need to release. She used diapers for that, the messages had assured her, and using her diapers was as important as going to work and making a living. It was more than that, though, more than an obligation; an aspiration, a dream. A driven passion from deep within. Like moving into a new house, my little project was moving into a new set of feelings and truths. And while a piece of that mental furniture might at first trip her up, she knew it all belonged.

"You're home now, Selena," Not a name that she'd been born with, but a name that resonated true and immutable as hers now, "you're home, you love your Mommy, and you're so determined to impress me."

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I felt the rush of water stop.  Then a strange tug and the sensation of the hose pulling free from my bottom.  I clenched tight to keep the water from leaving me, but I knew a strange truth.  I was wearing a diaper.  I was Mommy's little girl and little girls used diapers.  I looked up at her with fear and shame in my glossy eyes.  But I knew what I had to do.  It only took a little push and all the discomfort and aching rushed out of me with the water.  My diaper grew wet and messy as I filled it and a smile washed over my face.  This was right... this was how it was supposed to be.