FILE6>Kimpounded

The door opened and I looked up at Mommy's bright smile.  Since yesterday, I'd been given one baby bottle after another.  The stack of diapers between my legs were soaked, but the wetness hadn't made its way to the outer one.  How long would she make me sit in these?  How long until she changed me?  Then, as Mommy approached, she held out another photo.  Me, cowering, as I was sprayed with Febreeze.  The memory of that day rushed back to me.  No, no, no, no...

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"We can play games together, little Kimmy, but games won't ever make you happy, pretend won't make you happy. You need for this to be real, my darling little pet." Real was a scary concept, real meant giving up the pretense of control, real meant accepting an unfathomable truth. Real meant permanent.

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"Please, Mommy..." I looked up at her with terrified, nervous eyes.  But Mommy fished around in her bag all the same, pulling out a huge rubber bag and a plastic hose.  My heart raced.  I scrambled to my feet and bolted for the door - which she uncharacteristically left open - but the thickness between my legs forced me to waddle at the pace of a toddler.

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The woman didn't even need to run, she didn't need to make a performance out of the chase, she even gave Kimmy a few moments head-start before catching up with her in a few short steps and taking her by the hair, the shoulder, and then the hand. "You need to give yourself to me, Kimmy, if you want for this to be real. No more games, it's time to grow down."

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Mommy pushed me roughly to the floor of the white room and raised my ass high in the air.  I felt cold air against my wet skin as she peeled each of the five diapers down, exposing my bare ass.  Real tears started to drip down my cheeks.  This wasn't fair!  I wasn't a baby!  I wasn't!

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Just a quart this time, the woman mused, sliding the slippery nozzle directly into Kimberly's behind. In future, she'd take a lot more than that, but for now one quart could be cause for celebration and congratulations. The water began to rush, and the woman began to coo. "There there, darling Kimmy. Let the truth wash over you... or inside of you."

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I had only had one enema before, and I knew what would follow.  Once I was full of water, I wouldn't be able to hold it.  She'd pull up the backs of my diapers and I'd fill them right there in front of her.  She would watch, with that beautiful smile, as I fell even further into her clutches.  Could I even escape anymore?  Was fighting it even worth it...?