Ashley's ABDL Erotica

It was late in the evening at the Regression Clinic for Unruly Adults, a privately-owned business on the outskirts of town. This place was offered as an alternative to prison for those with a history of repeating crimes, where their violent and criminal tendencies would be wiped away. The drugs would reduce their minds and bodies down to an infant’s, then after a full year of them living a carefree life, the caretakers would lower the dosage of the regression drugs until they were able to regain their bladder and bowel control and function as a normal adult. As a perk of submitting to this program, they would get their criminal records expunged, allowing them to start a fresh life, giving them the opportunities and privileges they lost long ago. Many had chosen to submit to the program when faced with years and years of prison time, too. The government paid these programs rather handsomely for their services, and had plans to fund more regression clinics across the country. ...

“Here’s your change, miss. I hope you have a wonderful day!” Jessica said, handing a few bills back to the customer. As her customer walked away, she leaned over the counter and propped herself up with her arms, her feet sore from standing for so long. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a few seconds then let it out slowly as she felt her diaper grow warm. She’d always had a small bladder, which meant that she’d have to scurry off to go relieve herself every hour or so, hardly appropriate for someone working in retail. Her manager had noticed that she’d been taking more bathroom breaks than every other employee in the store and had spoken to her about it on numerous occasions. She couldn’t afford to lose this job, so she did the only thing she could think of. Jessica had started wearing and using diapers at work. It had started off as a little experiment to see if she could wear diapers at work discreetly, and for the first week, she had worn thin diapers, only able to h...

“Hey Sarah!” Allison said as she walked inside her friend’s apartment with her tools. She was quite handy with them, and offered her time and expertise helping her friends. “So an adult-sized nursery, huh? Is this some new fetish you haven’t told me about?” she asked, giggling. The setting sun’s light streamed in through her windows, illuminating her living room. “Well…” A light smile tugged the corners of her lips up as she glanced away. “You could say that.” She closed the door behind Allison and clasped her hands behind her back momentarily. “Shall we?” she asked, gesturing down the hall as she took the lead. “Sure!” Allison followed her down the hall into the furthest bedroom, where a comfy-looking adult crib lay in the corner, complete with a beautiful blanket, stuffed animals, and pillows. Foam tiles lined the floor and halfway up the wall in the other corner, accentuated by a big teddy bear the size of a small adult. She’d painted the room a light ...