CHAPTER 5

Themes in chapter 5: nudity, potty, diaper, suppository, messing, and reference to masturbation.

Characters: Em (POV), Meredith, Taylor

It took me weeks to get used to walking in the booties. My back was often sore after hours on foot, so I spent more time crawling on the floor. The mittens were even harder to get used to: I had to rely on Taylor, the supervising nurse, to help me with self-care and hygiene.

One day, I finished using the toilet and turned around for Taylor to wipe me. “We are out of toilet paper.” She informed me as I stood there confused with a dirty behind. Her voice remained formal, lacking sympathy or support. A momentary panic took over as I scurried around for an alternative. Taylor ordered me to stand in the shower, where she washed me off.

Taylor set the showerhead at high – the burst of water took thousands of small bites from my skin. I had to reach back with my mittens – which I couldn’t take off even in the shower – to spread my butt cheeks, so Taylor could get every spot.

A week later, we did not have water anymore. “Something clogged the system, so I will bring some wet wipes.” The unfazed supervisor had a plan for everything. “You can’t use the bowl for a while – without flushing it is disgusting.”

My room got an upgrade: a small potty; a tiny plastic bowl. It was cold and uncomfortable to sit on. On top of it, it barely contained whatever was inside: a single piss could fill it until the brim.

“Em, you are doing this wrong!” Meredith complained once. “You need to learn to control yourself. Everyone else uses it properly. Your penis is small enough to tuck inside the potty, so it shouldn’t spill.” She knew how to humiliate me.

After I repeatedly failed, Meredith introduced a new solution. “We are putting you in thick underwear. This is like a diaper for adults. Girls use it for their periods: you can use it too!”

Taylor pushed me on the bed and pulled my underwear off while I was on my belly. She placed the adult diaper – which looked like an open cabbage – next to me.

Hanging halfway on the bed, mittens, and booties on, I was practically helpless. Taylor has effortlessly rolled me over the open diaper. She lifted my legs up like I’d be a baby, pulled the tapes around my waist, and attached them together. She rolled me back on my belly to fasten the waistband on the back.

There was a silence for a moment. I couldn’t hear a word, but I knew Taylor and Meredith were discussing something.

“Oh, we might as well do it now.” Meredith moaned with both pain and pleasure mixed in her voice. “Em, you have not used the potty for EVERYTHING the past days. So, do you remember the suppository the other week? Taylor will give you another one. Consider this a punishment.”

I wanted to get up and use the potty in front of them to prove I could. However, Meredith held me down on the bed with her hand. Taylor reached inside my diaper and slid the suppository inside me.

The medicine hurt a bit more than I remembered. I stood up with a sore behind. The diaper hugged my waist closely. It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, but the soft spongy feeling between my thighs was weird. I had little energy left after the diapering and suppository. I curled up on the bed and hugged my legs.

“Good, now relax and let it work.” Meredith stayed next to me, leaned back against the wall, and placed her hand on my head. I caught her characteristics scent again, but my sore butt stopped me from getting excited.

Taylor left the room, and I spent the next few minutes quietly. Meanwhile, Meredith was sitting next to me.

“I know this is difficult for you.” Meredith comforted me. “But you are getting there! Hold on!” Her voice turned encouraging. After a few deep breaths, I felt better. With the soreness gone, I sat up and turned towards Meredith. I wanted to ask her something – maybe to adopt me? As I opened my mouth, I got an incredible urge; my quiet bowels turned thunderous. I farted, and then I emptied everything I had inside into the diaper.

Meredith stood up and reached the door before I even finished defecating. “I am glad we had this session today. Taylor will come around to change you in an hour or two. Until then, why don’t you try to masturbate?” She suggested with a smile, then she stepped outside.

CHAPTER 6

Themes in chapter 6: nudity, shaving, physical exam, rectal thermometer, enema, regression.

Characters: Em (POV), various doctors, nurses, and supervisors

It took some time before they let me see the other orphans. One day, Taylor ordered me to get nude, then she led me into the hallway to join the rest.

We all stood there naked; the guy who pissed on the floor ages ago was trembling and squatting every minute or two. The ginger girl pushed her body against the wall and looked down, staring at the tiles, hiding her pubes with her hand. Another girl, Lily, looked angry with her arms crossed, pushing her boobs up to her chin. She was comical.

A doctor called us in two-by-two. I walked into the exam room along with Lily. After they took some measurements, he asked us a series of questions. A nurse lightly tapped our butt after each query to encourage us to answer. I knew we would get spanked if our answers were not satisfactory.

“What was it like messing the diapers?”

“What did you think about while masturbating?”

“Who do you like in this group? Who do you hate?”

“Do you get excited when you get spanked?”

My questioning ended abruptly when another nurse grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside. She took a large cylinder and a razor out of a bag and sprayed shaving cream on my legs, arms, and pubes. She was quick and efficient shaving me; she was also not bothered by bruising me a few places.

We both had to climb onto the table and lay on our backs next to each other. I took a peek at Lily’s breasts sliding on her side; they were losing a battle against gravity. The doctor took our temperature rectally while a nurse held our legs in the air.

“The monthly exam is done. Please administer the cleansing enema.” The doctor ordered as one lady brought in a large bag on a hanger. They turned us on our belly, spread our legs, and inserted a large tube from behind. This was bigger than the suppositories I have received before, but it was all lubed up, so I didn’t get the same soreness.

When the nurse turned a valve on the long tube, a body of water rammed up inside me. I gasped and tried to push myself up. The other nurse held me down and clasped my butt cheeks together. Looking at Lily, I could tell she was struggling too.

A few minutes later, I plod to the toilet, where I could finally release the enema. Some of the lukewarm water ran along my skin, down my legs. I was firmly sitting on the toilet seat, yet the enema water still spread on the floor.

Taylor walked me to my room while I still had some water coming out of me. I did my best to ignore the other orphans’ curious looks on the way back.

In between the monthly enemas, they restricted me to my room. I realized days later that while my room lacked both toilet paper and water, the exam room had plenty of both. I was too afraid to ask why.

Meredith continued to visit me and steer me in new directions. We focused on nonverbal communication.

“You won’t always have the word to express yourself. Or maybe your new family won’t have the time to listen to you. You need to know how to communicate your wellbeing without words.” Meredith explained as we practiced the cues.

Within the month, I leaned forward to request an anus exam or RT. I rolled around like a baby to ask for a diaper change. I curled up with my legs closed to my abdomen to show tummy ache and constipation. I banged my head when I felt feverish.

“Look how much he learned!” Meredith praised me to Taylor one day. “He barely talks anymore. He just leaned forward for you. Let’s remove his diaper and check if everything is okay below.”

CHAPTER 7

Themes in chapter 7: enema, diapers, messing, humiliation, and embarrassment.

Characters: Em (POV), Mikaela, Lily, doctors, nurses, and the family: Beth, Liz, and Dave

My first adoption interview was around midnight. I am not sure why the Institute was open and operating this late; perhaps they were desperate. I can’t recall much of this interview; I was half-asleep, barely able to follow the conversation. They probably asked me some questions, but I have no recollection if I answered any of them.

Ultimately, my first adoption interview failed, and I got severe punishment for it: Taylor spanked me every single day for a week. As part of a detox and energizing program, they fed me weird powdery food that just ran through me; I laid in my room still for days in my soiled nappies.

I was in the middle of the monthly enema session with Lily when Mikaela burst into the exam room.

“Quick, get these two dressed up! We have a family here who is looking to adopt.”

“We are in the middle of the monthly cleansing.” The doctor objected. He quickly changed his tune; he realized Mikaela had more authority here. “Grab those diapers on the side.”

Minutes later, Lily and I were standing in Mikaela’s office, next to the door. We were both wearing loosely fitted diapers and an oversized top. The nurse removed the booties from our feet so that we could get to the interview faster.

The tall and slim Mikaela sat at her desk, leaning forward gesticulated at the family. Her posture lacked confidence; I sensed she was trying hard to convince her guests to adopt one of us.

The family was in disarray. The mom leaned forward and tried to mirror Mikaela. Her daughter, next to her, was fighting with her boredom. The husband in the corner stayed silent – I couldn’t tell if he was sleeping or thinking really hard.

“Oh, what are those? They look very fashionable!” the daughter remarked sarcastically, pointing at our diapers.

“They are diapers. It helps us to change them quickly. They don’t have to wear them if this isn’t your thing.” Mikaela stayed professional. “Beth, these guys are good enough to even diaper themselves!” She addressed the mom.

“Ah, it does not matter.” Beth sounded annoyed, but not at Mikaela. She turned to her daughter. “Liz, could you just cut the attitude? This is important. Dave, tell her.”

Dave, the husband, scoffed and stared at Liz, the daughter. Liz shrugged and leaned back in the seat. Shortly after, she took her phone out and started playing with it.

Amid the interview, my tummy reminded me I had half an enema inside me. As my lower body started cramping, I closed my legs together to prevent any leaks. I took a deep breath and leaned against the door. Thankfully, the others did not notice the shift in my posture.

Beth changed the topic to talk about us. She was a little shorter than Mikaela, but I wouldn’t call her bulky. Beth was still probably taller than average. She and her daughter clearly cared about their style; they were both dolled up. Meanwhile, the dad wore a plaid shirt with worn-out jeans.

“Lily is excellent. She is also from the country, trained in playing the piano and riding horses.” Mikaela spoke highly of the girl in diapers.

“We don’t have a piano. I am also not looking for someone to help in the barn or with the horses.” Beth claimed; she had a hard-to-define tone, sounding both angry and confident.

Liz tried to correct her mom that ‘we are looking’ and not ‘I am looking’ – Beth shut her down with a stare.

“Well… all I am trying to say is that Lily fits your lifestyle; she has brilliant results and is very personable.”

The cramps were getting worse. I learned to deal with the urge laid down in the past months, but standing was a different story. As my cramps traveled down my exit, I prayed not to have an accident. I let a little wind out, and I felt a few drops dripping in my underwear.

After a few more minutes of chit-chat, my tummy started another battle against me. I heard a series of small farts – too faint to be noticed, but too many to ignore. I understood now that I would never find a family. Liz opened her mouth, pointed towards us, and burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, the country girl shat herself!” she screamed. Her mom stood up to scorn her but quickly turned to face us.

Lily was fighting with the same urge as I did. She couldn’t hold it anymore and filled her diapers up with enema water. Correction: judging by the smell, there was more there than just water.

Mikaela jumped up and shouted for the nurse. The nurse barged in and grabbed Lily by the arms.

“I am so sorry, this happened. We trained these guys properly, and these accidents never really occur.” Mikaela was apologetic beyond reason. After they all sat back down, Beth sounded unfazed.

“That is okay. Accidents are accidents. Let’s wrap this up. What do we know about this guy?” She pointed at me.

“Ah, Em is brilliant. He has results. Very obedient.” Mikaela launched into detailing my achievements. She realized I was nearing an accident similar to Lily’s, so she called the nurse again.

“I think we can send Em back into his rooms. I am happy to recap their credentials in private.” I heard them talking about us like we would be objects on the flea market. This did not feel very good, but I recognized an object sold on the flea market is still better than an object left there.

I barely stepped outside the office when my bowels gave up. I walked back crying and only expected the same as before: a week-long spanking and powder diet. Instead, the next day, Mikaela entered the room with a big smile:

“Guess who got adopted?”

CHAPTER 8

Themes in Chapter 8: references to previous topics across the board

Characters: None: this is an FAQ.

Congratulations on adopting an Orphan! Your new son or daughter comes as an adult, but that shouldn’t prevent you from helping them to grow up again. You are not sure what this means? Read on!

Here are some great FAQs for you about your adoptees.

Q: How come they all come as virgins?

A: Our studies suggest grown, sexually active adults find it harder to fit into a new environment. To reduce the risk of detachment, we made sure to only recruit virgins in the program.

Q: What if they have sexual urges?

A: Our certified psychologist and nurses taught the orphans to deals with sexual urges via quiet regular masturbation, which helps to reduce both their anxiety and the chance of outbursts. All you have to do is provide them a pillow and perhaps easy-to-wash cloth underwear.

Q: You mentioned outbursts… What do you mean?

A: We focus a lot on training orphans to fit into your family quickly and easily. So far, we boast a 100% success rate. We want you to know that we have qualified experts to help control potential outbursts or performance issues. This includes additional training, schooling, and medicine.

Q: My new orphans don’t say a lot. They also have a funny walk!

A: We taught all our adoptees to communicate non-verbally as much as possible. We did this so that they do not overwhelm you with their noises. Non-verbal cues limit their ability to express themselves, which keeps them calm and easier to control.

Q: Talking about control: what’s the deal with these toilet habits and nudity?

A: We believe regular reminders help adoptees to condition them to behave. We regularly use enemas and suppositories along with potties and diapers to give the orphans a daily structure to stick to. If you don’t want to continue with these reminders, switch it up! You are a family now, and you are in charge!

Q: What other ways can I set a reminder or disciplinary routine?

A: There are many options! We see parents using harnesses, pacifiers, or just some good old spanking!

Q: Spanking? Wouldn’t that hurt them?

A: Not at all! We trained every adoptee to interpret spanking as a physical language and not as a punishment. It reminds them of their duties and that they should be grateful for having a family.

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