[#210] Padded Princess Polly (Patreon)

Dr. Hadley snapped her fingers and I looked up at her with dizziness.  She had been my hypnotherapist for a year now.  We'd overcome so many of my past traumas together, and I finally felt like my life was turning around!  I had a date this Saturday for the first time in years and all my bills were getting paid.  I owed my life to her.

"Thank you so much Dr. Hadley!  I feel a lot better now." I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave.

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"You do feel a lot better, probably better than you've felt in your entire life," 

I tried not to sound as predatory as I felt, but Polly was so close to everything I longed to possess as I could imagine, so it wasn't exactly easy not to sound a little covetous.

"I think you deserve to continue feeling that way. Forever."

She was standing before me, completely obvious to something so profound, so basic, something she ought to have been innately aware of but now couldn't ever notice casually: the way she was dressed. Her bare naked body, but for the diaper I'd dressed her in for every session, that I now for the first time left her unchanged from once I'd brought her out. It was time to take this game and make it real.

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I looked at Dr. Hadley curiously and tilted my head.  I wasn't sure what she was getting at, but it was hard to disagree with her.  I wanted to continue to be this happy, of course.  I finished packing up my purse and pulled it onto my bare shoulder.  But as I stood up off the sofa, I felt my feet freeze in place.  The room was dark.  No, not dark.  Gone.  It was just me and Dr. Hadley, standing in blackness.  I looked around in shock.

"What... what's happening?"

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"You're right where you belong, Polly." 

I leaned in close to her, I put my hand around her lower back, I put my other on the seat of her underwear - her thick, crinkling, padded, disposable underwear. After today, she'd never feel secure in anything else, and she already knew she needed these now - she just hadn't realized it. Months of preparation, groundwork laying, I was euphoric. I leaned in close to her ear and began to unpack all my hard work.

"Polly's a Padded Princess."

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My eyes unfocused.  The fight and confusion drained out of me.  My hands fell casually to my side, by the wings of the diaper I was wearing.  Of course I was wearing a diaper.  I always wore diapers.  I looked up at Mommy with glossy eyes and a dumb smile.  And without thinking, the diaper between my legs grew hot and wet.  I didn't even notice, but Mommy certainly did.

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"There's some people who think you're someone else, Polly and they're trying to trick you, you're Mommy's little baby and this is who you've always wanted to be. Safe and sound, secure and happy."

I couldn't have her live with me, because that would raise too many suspicions. But make no mistake - she was mine now, and every moment she wasn't with me she'd only be able to think about being with me. Not as a client, because she wasn't my client anymore, but as my little girl. She'd go home and she'd throw away her panties, she'd open the package I was going to send her home with and everything that wasn't clothing from there was clothing she wouldn't wear anymore. Diapers and shortalls around friends, diaper and nothing else around me or when she was alone. In time, when everybody she knew was accustomed to the sweeping changes she was making to her life, maybe I'd have her move in with me full time. Until then, well, I'd just own her mind.

"Mommy's never gonna let you go, ever ever. Today you're born, Polly, it's your first birthday in the life you've always dreamed of - welcome to the world, baby girl."