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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2331959
Your country found a new way to deal with female (or male) criminals, it involves diapers
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Chapter #3

I am Mary

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I am Mary, a former very successful business woman and now i am sitting in a police car, in an orange onesie and a full diaper underneath, on my way to my new 'caretakers' house, all beause of a little embezzlement.

As i stepped out of the police car, there stood two people, barely entered adulthood. I bit my irritation in me and reach my hand out to greet them, i may not like this, but as a businesswoman i know first impression are crucial, "My name is Mary West, i'll be in your care."

"Hello baby," The woman said and gave me a hug much to my surprise, "It's so good to see you, i'm your new mommy and this is your daddy, you can call me mommy or mama and him daddy or papa" The man smiles at me.

"Introductions start with names," I reason. In response the woman fills my mouth with a large pacifier and then ties a strap connected to it behind my head, "Don't worry about that baby, we are mommy and daddy to you, and it looks like you already left a present for mommy." She squeezes the front of my diaper, making me cringe.

"Come along now little Mary," The man said as he and the woman grabbed me by a hand each and practically dragged me into the house, quickly rushing me to a living room and layed me down on a changing table, pulling sturdy belts over my upper body and arms and strapping my feet to hooks in the ceiling force me into a spread position, a common practice used for unruly Juvies under diaper changes.

"Now let's see here," the woman says as she unbottons the onesie and opens the tapes of my diaper, cooing the whole way as she procedes to run a damp cloth over my smooth nethers, my hair having been removed when i became a Juvie, meanwhile all i could do was lay there exposed as she this barely adult woman changed my diaper.

"So honey after our new baby's first diaper change, what do you wanna do to?" the man asks his wife, we gotta break her in.

Without no ability to speak i was left without the ability to protest as the woman said...
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