START> Kimnapped

WELCOME TO TRAINING KIMMY!
Featuring the kimcomparable bbykimmy!
Check her out at her tumblr, and on her incredible array of stories over at dailydiapers
She came on board as a Patron this month and we're so excited to do a continuing series of captions based upon her and a fantasy scenario we've planned out.

This is the prologue, Kimnapped, but each month the others will be presented non-linearly. 

Enjoy!!

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The woman slid the photo across the table to me.  My ass, thickly diapered, sticking up in the air.  I stared down at it, then up at her.  A blush tinted my cheeks.  She was at least six feet tall - seven inches taller than me!  

"Kimmy," she said. "Or... bbykimmy, right?  That's what you prefer to be called?" 

I puffed out my cheeks in indignation and started on a defense. 

"Listen!  What I do in my free time isn't any of your business!  Who are you, anyway?  Why am I here?!" 

I had woken up in this room, with padded white walls and a table in the middle.  My clothes had been stripped away: I was wearing only light blue scrubs.  The last thing I remembered was going to sleep late last night, after starting trouble with my wife.  But it wasn't my fault!  I was just playing!

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I looked through the pamphlet in disbelief.  Training?  And all the testimonials in the back, about bratty wives made into good little girls.  My cheeks were on fire. 

"This... this is a mistake!  I'm not a brat!  I'm a good girl!" O

nly then did I realize how childish I sounded.  I tried to muster all the adulthood I could.  If I slipped into Littlespace now, I'd be done for... 

"I... I want to talk to whoever is in charge.  Clearly someone made a mistake.  I don't belong here."

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"Actually, because you were signed in here by your spouse, there's nothing more you can do. Let's see, she signed you up for..." A clipboard came out and she began to go through it. "Hypnosis Regression Relief & Keywords, Straightjacket Bound Training, Spanking Pain Sensitivity - that's a good one; your limits are probably too wide and she wants her spanks to be credible. Remote Muting - that's a good one, too; she'll get a word she can say that will freeze your vocal chords. What else..." She flipped pages. "Oh, Sexual Association to Obedience. That's an intensive class of conditioning to help you be fulfilled just by listening and not bratting back."

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My blood ran cold.  The color drained from my face.  This... this was a joke.  This was some stupid game!  Sure, all that stuff was fun to write in stories, but it couldn't happen in real life!  I didn't want it to!  Before I thought better of it, I bolted up from the chair and ran over to the doorknob, embossed into the padded wall.  I tugged and twisted, but the knob wouldn't turn.  I put my back to the padded wall and looked up at the tall woman, advancing on me. 

"Please... please, don't do this.  Please, this is a mistake..."

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"Your only mistake was not listening when you were told over and over that your actions would have consequences. Didn't you ever play Life is Strange, Kimmy? You ought to - that game is going to help you to understand consequences of your actions. In this case, you chose to be a brat. And this is the path your life is now going to take. Now come along, let's get you dressed for your first class. No diapers, though; you haven't earned those yet."