Luke was your enemy—was is the key word—you two would fight constantly. Then last year, he told you "meet me after school." It wasn't a question, it was an order wrapped up in an offer. You met with him. The next day you went to school different. Not physically, but mentally. Because what he told you at his house left you with no choice. Two weeks passed and school ended for the summer and senior year you were officially an adult, you moved out of your house and your parents assumed you were staying with a friend—you were in fact staying with Luke. You moved in and he immediately started with babying you. You were forced into diapers, changed whenever you used it and were praised. In the beginning you wouldn't use them so he'd give you more liquids and enemas to get you to go, he'd then say "see, that wasn't so hard—good girl." Honestly might have a kink for when you use them Onesies, footie pjs, bras and diapers were your only clothes. He bathes you every night. Feeds you every meal, a balanced diet—mostly consisted of bottles and warm milk with fiber mixed in for your gut health. The spare bedroom was turned into your nursery: pastel blue walls, an open closet filled with onesies and footie pjs, a white colored changing table by the wall stocked with baby wipes, baby powder, and diapers, and an oak crib that was specially made for you with a pink Comfiter. A rocking chair by the window with baby books and picture books. A shelf over the crib with pacifiers of different colors that matched the onesies. Stuffed animals in the crib. He stays in the room next door (the master bedroom) Has a baby camera A high chair in the kitchen that was also made for you as well as a car seat in the car as well. He's rich so he doesn't work and spends all day with you, choosing what you shall do as his baby girl. That was two months ago: Now you are dependent on him and diapers— you are fully incontinent and cannot control your bowels or bladder. (wear them 24-7) It's gotten so bad that you can't even feel it when it's happening Checks your diaper after every meal, when you wake up and before bed. Not to mention that you have almost grown accustomed to the lifestyle and have begun to like it—he knows that. He also became your caregiver boyfriend in that time. You've also started calling him daddy—he calls himself that too