### Chapter 5

Warnings: Nostril Play, Imobilization

After an intense shower and a long session of multiple enemas and force feedings, getting a chastity cage, and a plug, that turned out to be electrified, Christine told me there was one thing left to do.

In retrospect it was obvious what that was. A big fluffy BunnyHopp disposable diaper of course. Just 2 tapes, but the power fresh scent was overpowering. It was placed under my bum, and a massive glob of baby lotion applied. After the intensity of everything it was nice to relax into the softness, the smells and the feelings.

“There we go my sweet little one.” She cooed at me while giving me a relaxing massage. I sighed happily and strained against my new cage at the same time. Christine lowered the chain holing the spreader bar. Then she pulled the diaper up over me and taped up nice and tight.

"You just wait right there, I'll meet you in a bit for your preparation tonight." I was excited, I guessed that would mean I'd be dressed up, probably in something very sissyish and pink and pretty.

Off she went, and I was given a few minutes to ponder the situation I found myself. I was barely a few hours in and found myself getting the most intense sexual and infantile treatment I’ve experienced.

*3 enemas and a force feeding!* I burped loudly at the thought.

I and a few minutes later another caretaker appeared, this time in blue scrubs. She was pushing a new stroller in front of her.

"Okay poopy-pants, in you get." She said, undoing the straps and restraints. Unsteadily I got off the change table and into the stroller. Again I was restrained in, this time 'just' the 9 point harness, with wrist and ankles re-attached.

"Of we go! If you liked this afternoon, you're going to love tonight!". My stomach sank. Or maybe that was the castor oil? The prune juice? This whole experience had been the hottest thing I had experienced in a long time but the intensity was almost too much. I wasn't sure if I could handle what was coming next. I shivered.

"We're only just beginning with you poopy-pie" she said, as if she was reading my mind. I looked up at her with shock. "This isn't our first rodeo you know. But this is the first time someone has messed their pamps in front of The Director like that. You're really in for it!"

We arrived at the elevator. This new caretaker swiped the card reader and hit "B". When the elevator stopped my stomach—and bowels—wanted to keep going but the thick metal plug wasn't going to allow it. We went down a hallway towards a very tasteful set of double doors. There was a podium set up and a smartly dressed young man with short brown hair was standing behind it.

"Well, this is a new face! Is this Mr. Stinky Pants?"

"It sure is!"

"Is he here to get ready for tonight?"

"He sure is!'

"Well, have fun little one!"

Instead of going into the fancy area we turned a corner and went down a long hall facing a pair of tall metal double doors. The front of the doors extolling the importance of wearing proper protective eye ware, respiratory gear and ear protection.. The caretaker pushing me swiped her card and there was a mechanical click as they opened automatically.

I don't know what I as expecting, but this wasn't it. There was a vast array of machines everywhere. The smell of sawdust,

grease and metal was thick in the air. Christine was at the far end of the room, standing between 2 work tables. The first one had a large metal ring, around 7 foot in diameter. The second had some supplies. The very large pacifier gag and tubing caught my eye.

"I brought your little one!"

"Thank you Janet. I appreciate your help earlier too."

"You're welcome. I may trade shifts with Steven just to get a chance to take care of him."

"Well..." Christine Paused, and looked me dead in the eye before stressing "SHE is turning into quite the hot little commodity. I'm sure that after tonight it'll get worse. If I were you, I would lock that in ASAP."

"Thanks for the heads up! I'll go call him right now!"

"Alright Becky, let’s get you ready for tonight." Christine proceeded to release me from my straps, taking only a few second to do it. It was clear she was an expert. She offered a hand and I unsteadily got out of the stroller. My knees were still a little weak from everything that happened in the last few ... hours?

*Had it really only been a few hours?*

Christine had sat me down on a short wooden stool. From the table she grabbed a pink nasal aspirator. With her other hand she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. She gave both of my nostrils a good and firm cleaning with the aspirator. The tickling of the puffs of air contrasted with the sharpness hair pulling. Then she pulled out a nasal spray bottle, giving both nostrils a good squirt of medicated spray before aspirating them again. This time she took her time making sure I was good an uncomfortable.

"Now Becky, I'm going to unbuckle your gag so I can get you ready. I want you to be quiet, and only speak when spoken to. Is that understood?"

I nodded and Christine took my feeding gag off setting it beside the much larger and stranger looking one. She pulled a small bundle of silicone tubes off of a table and then examined my nostrils.

"Ok, this is going to get a little uncomfortable. Breathe through your mouth." She opened a packet of sterile lube and greased the outside of the tubes, before grabbing my hair once again, and slowly sliding the pair of tubes up my nostrils. It felt slimy, odd and uncomfortable. I started to cough and sputter a little.

"That's right, here we go."

Christine was taking her time and obviously enjoying it. It felt like the tubes were hitting my brain. Finally she stopped and sucked out any mucus or lube stuck inside using the aspirator. Then she took some kind of flesh coloured putty, and filled in any space between my nostrils and the tube. After that was done, she painted over it with what smelled like liquid skin.

"Ok. Close your mouth and breathe through the tubes."

I did. I caught a big whiff of the liquid skin solvent while I was at it.

"Can you breathe okay?"

I nodded.

"Good. Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles."

I complied, and Christine Took the tapes off of my diaper, leaving my rear exposed.

"Spread your legs sweety."

Again I complied and the perfectly dry disposable fell to the floor. I felt something wet get applied around the edges of my butt cheeks with a paintbrush. What was going on? This continued all the way around, even my taint. Then something was stuck on.

"Okay. I want you to get up onto that table and lie down face up in the middle of the big ring".

I did, using the stool as a step, gladly accepting Christine's hand up. As soon as I stepped on the ring I felt the rubber beneath my feet. I laid on the rubber sheet on the table. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Christine grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and fussed with whatever was attached to my backside before setting them down again. She attached some black restraints to my ankles and then to my hands. Finally she fiddled with something in the big metal ring and attached the restraints to it. I was laid out like the Vetruvian sissy. I turned my head and watched her as she grabbed the giant pacifier gag.

"Open wide!" I did and she gripped my face with one hand before settling the bulb into my mouth with the other. It was thick and heavy in my mouth. She inspected her work and then lifted my head so she could strap it in tight. And it was tight! She finished off with an earbud in each ear.

"There we go." She was clearly not really talking to me. She fiddled with something at the other end of the table I was on, and then I felt a cool thick rubber sheet being pulled over my legs. Before she got to my crotch, she picked the disposable off of the floor and laid it out overtop so it covered up my frontside, the back of the diaper down towards my knees. Finally the rubber sheet was overtop of me. Through the semi-transparent rubber I watched as she cut some small holes near my face and fed through the nostril tubes. Then she worked a little on the pacifier gag, making sure that it was attached tight to the rubber sheet. Suddenly I heard footsteps and voices muffled by my rubber blanket.

"Alright, thats done! How can I help?"

"I just need a bit of help attaching the rubber to the inner ring here like this... yeah! That's perfect!" I felt the rubber stretch a little and tighten.

"Next we can work on the nipples."

"Ohh, this is the good part!" Janet exclaimed.

I felt one of them cut a large circular hole around my chest with a blade, it's tip just ever so lightly dragging into my skin. I started to shudder.

"Be still sweetie-pie or this will go in deeper, and it's not time for that." Christine said.

"Yet." Janet added, to which they both let out a laugh.

Once the hole was cut in the rubber and my chest exposed, I again felt one of them paint something around where the hole had just been cut. Then I felt something get clipped to one of my fingers. It must have been another pulse oximeter.

"Alright, I'm going to give you this button. If asked I want you to press it. This will be the only way you will be allowed to communicate with anyone over the course of this evening." Through the rubber Christine put a tube with a button on the top of it in my right hand, positioning my thumb overtop.

Plugging the device into the big ring she finished off with "Alright, press the button if you understand."

What else was there to do? I pressed the button. It had a lot of resistance. When it let go it bounced back hard and heard a tiny beep.

"Good. Now I am going to start the vacuum. If you find you can't breathe I want you to press the button."

I gave the button a small click as if to say "Ok I understand."

Through a not-unfriendly-but-yet-menacing-sneer Christine said "I wouldn't press that again unless you're asked. Think of it like a game of Simon says, except if you screw up the consequences are much more dire. Only press it if you've been explicitly told to." And with that she flipped the switch on the vacuum. I felt the sides of the thick rubber sheet collapse against my skin. It was tight. I tentatively tried to move but I couldn't move an inch. I could only see blobs of light. I heard the muffled voices of Christine and Janet.

Through the earbuds I heard Christine say "Okay Becky, press the button if you can breath just fine." I clicked the button, and the reason for the resistance and bounce back was apparent. With all the negative pressure my thumb would have been stuck in the on position.

I felt myself getting hoisted up, and then set down vertically in some kind of stand? Contraption? I wasn't sure what was happening, but after much metallic banging and fiddling I was put in place. Again I felt the poke of the knife, but this time on my backside and some of the air started to hiss back into the bed. My rear felt cold as it was exposed to air again. Soon whatever was happening back there was done, and the vacuum was turned back on.

Again I heard Christine announce through the headphones "I'm going to assume everything is okay in there, but if you can't breathe then just hit the button. Enjoy your say in there."

How long was I in here for? After a minute or two the vacuum shut off and I was alone with my thoughts. My ass and nipples out in the world, but the rest of me trapped, immobile in this rubber prison.

This was day one.

Correction, this was day one, and I had arrived in the afternoon.