David Lomas

Lana Laland

THIRTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY FAMED FETISH ARTIST DAVID LOMASWhat did I want for my birthday? I confessed my secret to my wife: "I want to be little," I said."You want to be belittled?" she asked."I want to be little and be belittled.""You want me to transform you into an adult baby?""An adult baby girl in diapers, please!"Alice howled."Perfect," she said."What?" I stammered."It fits right in with my plan.""What plan?""Me, my two sisters, my mother, and your mother have been scheming behind your back. We know exactly what to do with you.""You will put me in diapers for a day?""Yes! Diapers and dresses.""For the whole day?""Longer. Much longer.""A week?""Longer.""How long?""Indefinitely.""Impossible. Are you going to care for me around the clock: change me, dress me, feed me, discipline me?""Hell, no, Emerson. I do have a life, you know.""I'm confused, Alice. What is your plan?""Well, you know how much your mother and I have become great pals?""Yes.""And you know how she has turned over her seat on the board of directors of several nonprofit groups to me.""Yes? And so?""One of those groups is the asylum Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior.""The C.R.I.B.?""Yes, Emerson. The CRIB. Your mother is a founding sponsor. You will be taken there and locked up in an area called the Play Pen Prison."I gulped.Was this what I really wanted?This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves adult babies, age play, diapers, regression, cross-dressing, feminization, femdom, discipline, bondage, spanking, sexual situations, humiliation and taunting, teasing and twists

Play Pen Prisoners

Crib XVI

I used to be billionaire Wallace W. Wadsworth IV.Not anymore.I am Womb Number 3.I am a human slug in a rubber cocoon: bound, gagged and helpless.If I'm good, they say, I may emerge someday as Baby Wiggles: a newborn girl in diapers, colorful plastic panties, froufrou dresses and frilly bonnets.But for now I am just an embryo. I cannot see. I cannot speak. I cannot touch. I can barely hear. I am completely at the mercy of others for all my needs.It's all my mistake. I let things get out of control.I've always had fantasies about being an adult baby, dominated and degraded.I designed and built my own nursery. And when my wife ignored my needs, I hired other women to come to our mansion and indulge me.One day, my wife decided to take control. But not in the way I hoped.I should have been suspicious when she got me to dress in diapers and dainties. But I played along. I let her fetter and gag me. Stupid me! Before I knew it, I was being shipped off to The Asylum for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior (CRIB). What a cruel twist!I have long been an advocate of diversion programs for scoundrels, slackers, and hooligans. That's why, at my wife's urging, I created a foundation to underwrite the entire construction and operation of CRIB.That's right! I'm paying for the whole darn asylum!Now I am its captive.I have been diapered, dressed in humiliating toddler outfits, forced fed, chained up, spanked, caned, and caged. I have had to crawl, to beg for punishment, and to surrender control completely.But there is a bright side.I am smitten.I have finally found a woman who understands.She likes being an adult baby, too. Her alphabet blocks -- like mine -- spell out ABDL, DDLG, and BDSM.We could baby one another.I'd love it.She'd love it.We've talked about it. We've embraced it. We would be together right now if it wasn't for that one terrific yet terrifying moment that changed everything.Will I see her again?Will she want me?Will I still be worth loving?I don't know.I'm here in The Womb.I am completely in the dark about the future.This book is intended for a mature readership 18 years of age and older.

Lana Laland

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