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Has ABDL content and forced diapering. If you don't like it, then don't read it.

Aaron just finished up a long day as he walked up the stairs to his apartment. By his door was an unmarked package. He sighed carrying it in to his apartment and grabbing a pair of scissors. He opened the box carefully not knowing what was inside. He reached inside and pulled out a blue onesie with a fox on the front. He quickly walked to his room and tossed it in his closet. “I wonder who would send something like that.” He sat down on his bed and flipped on the TV not noticing the closet door creep open a little bit.

After a little while of watching TV, Aaron got out of bed ready to walk to the kitchen only for something to grab his leg making him trip. He fell on to the floor and looked around to see a small bit of fabric grabbing his ankle. He tried standing up, but the fabric seemed to tighten up as the closet door opened. The blue onesie from before was wrapped around his leg. Aaron also caught a glimpse of a matching blue canvas bag with a little fox printed on the side. “Where did that come from?!” Aaron screamed in confusion trying to get out of his room with no luck.

The bag produced several strands of fabric. Two of them dove in to the bag and produced a blue mat which was unrolled on the floor while several more strands of the fabric grabbed Aaron and dragged him on to it. More strands of fabric shot out of the bag and began ripping off his clothes. Aaron screamed struggling with the bag which produced a pacifier and shoved it in to his mouth. It then continued its job as it produced a diaper and a bottle of baby powder. Aaron whimpered loudly as he watched the strands unfold the padded undergarment and lay it under him. He whined louder watching the strand holding the baby powder dust him. The other strands pulled the diaper’s tapes around his waist making sure it was snug. The strands grabbed the changing mat and retracted in to the diaper bag while the onesie moved closer to Aaron forcing his arms and legs in to the appropriate holes before the buttons snapped shut at the crotch.

He stood up trying to tear off the onesie, but the buttons would not budge. He ran in to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. He managed to start cutting the fabric, but just as he finished tearing it off, the torn onesie jumped back on to his body repairing itself until it looked like it hadn’t been cut. The onesie seemed to grow angry as Aaron felt his arms jolt making him drop the scissors. Also, to his dismay, he had to use the bathroom. He began walking towards it only for the onesie to start growing heavier. He felt his movements grow slower and almost non-existent as he collapsed to the floor. The onesie wasn’t finished with the boy as it started to tightly conform to his body pressing against his stomach trying to force him to use the bathroom in the diaper. He tried resisting with little luck as his bladder finally gave in and emptied into the diaper. The fabric on the onesie relaxed as it achieved its desired result. Aaron groaned trying to tear the onesie off once more. He let out a scream as he watched the diaper bag from earlier appear nearby. It produced another pacifier which was shoved into Aaron’s mouth. A small cord protruded from inside the onesie and wrapped around the pacifier before clipping to the outside of the outfit. Aaron groaned watching the same fabric strands from before reach in to the bag and begin to pull out objects necessary to carry out the diaper change. His arms were not tied down as the onesie seemed to be keeping him pinned down. Aaron groaned feeling the familiar rubber mat get laid beneath him. The buttons at the crotch magically unsnapped themselves and rolled up a little allowing the strands of fabric to start doing their job. He watched the strands undo the tapes on the diaper. They then came back at him with several baby wipes that they used to clean him off followed by a dusting of baby powder. Aaron still couldn’t speak with the pacifier in his mouth; all he could do was watch in horror as they strands produced another diaper which was laid underneath him and taped shut before the buttons on the onesie snapped shut once more.

The diaper bag did not disappear this time. Instead, the strands of fabric continued going through the bag until one of them produced a bottle of milk. Aaron felt the pacifier get removed briefly before the bottle was forced in to his mouth. He was actually hungry, and seeing no alternative, he started to drink from the bottle. The cold milk rushed in to his mouth while the onesie seemed to relax a bit more.

Aaron felt like he could move his arms again. He knocked the bottle out of the bag’s grip and stood up and ran to his room before the onesie could do anything. Soon enough though, the onesie regained control growing heavy again as he fell to the floor. The diaper bag reappeared nearby with the same bottle which was forced back in to his mouth. Aaron finished drinking the bottle while the onesie relaxed once more. The diaper bag’s fabric strands retracted inside and returned handing Aaron a fox plushie and a blanket which he was wrapped in before the bag disappeared.

Aaron stood up and spit out the pacifier and tossed the plushie on to his bed. He started walking out of his room only to feel the bottom of the onesie thicken creating a sort of waddle as he walked. “I’m not a baby. I don’t need to wear a freaking onesie!” Aaron started tugging on it once more. The onesie seemed to sense his discomfort as the material turned to a fleece material and eventually a pair of footed pajamas. “This isn’t what I meant!” The outfit changed shape once more. This time it became a pair of two-piece pajamas, a t-shirt with a fox printed on the front and a pair of very short, blue shorts that had an apparent bulge from the diaper. “Screw it, I’ll take it.” Aaron cursed to himself as the pacifier forced itself back in to his mouth to keep him quiet.

He walked back to his room and got in to his bed. He picked up the fox plushie and held it closely as his eyes closed. The blanket from earlier crept in to the bed and covered the boy who didn’t try to stop it as he drifted off to sleep.

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Has ABDL content and forced diapering. If you don't like it, then don't read it.

Aaron just finished up a long day as he walked up the stairs to his apartment. By his door was an unmarked package. He sighed carrying it in to his apartment and grabbing a pair of scissors. He opened the box carefully not knowing what was inside. He reached inside and pulled out a blue onesie with a fox on the front. He quickly walked to his room and tossed it in his closet. “I wonder who would send something like that.” He sat down on his bed and flipped on the TV not noticing the closet door creep open a little bit.

After a little while of watching TV, Aaron got out of bed ready to walk to the kitchen only for something to grab his leg making him trip. He fell on to the floor and looked around to see a small bit of fabric grabbing his ankle. He tried standing up, but the fabric seemed to tighten up as the closet door opened. The blue onesie from before was wrapped around his leg. Aaron also caught a glimpse of a matching blue canvas bag with a little fox printed on the side. “Where did that come from?!” Aaron screamed in confusion trying to get out of his room with no luck.

The bag produced several strands of fabric. Two of them dove in to the bag and produced a blue mat which was unrolled on the floor while several more strands of the fabric grabbed Aaron and dragged him on to it. More strands of fabric shot out of the bag and began ripping off his clothes. Aaron screamed struggling with the bag which produced a pacifier and shoved it in to his mouth. It then continued its job as it produced a diaper and a bottle of baby powder. Aaron whimpered loudly as he watched the strands unfold the padded undergarment and lay it under him. He whined louder watching the strand holding the baby powder dust him. The other strands pulled the diaper’s tapes around his waist making sure it was snug. The strands grabbed the changing mat and retracted in to the diaper bag while the onesie moved closer to Aaron forcing his arms and legs in to the appropriate holes before the buttons snapped shut at the crotch.

He stood up trying to tear off the onesie, but the buttons would not budge. He ran in to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. He managed to start cutting the fabric, but just as he finished tearing it off, the torn onesie jumped back on to his body repairing itself until it looked like it hadn’t been cut. The onesie seemed to grow angry as Aaron felt his arms jolt making him drop the scissors. Also, to his dismay, he had to use the bathroom. He began walking towards it only for the onesie to start growing heavier. He felt his movements grow slower and almost non-existent as he collapsed to the floor. The onesie wasn’t finished with the boy as it started to tightly conform to his body pressing against his stomach trying to force him to use the bathroom in the diaper. He tried resisting with little luck as his bladder finally gave in and emptied into the diaper. The fabric on the onesie relaxed as it achieved its desired result. Aaron groaned trying to tear the onesie off once more. He let out a scream as he watched the diaper bag from earlier appear nearby. It produced another pacifier which was shoved into Aaron’s mouth. A small cord protruded from inside the onesie and wrapped around the pacifier before clipping to the outside of the outfit. Aaron groaned watching the same fabric strands from before reach in to the bag and begin to pull out objects necessary to carry out the diaper change. His arms were not tied down as the onesie seemed to be keeping him pinned down. Aaron groaned feeling the familiar rubber mat get laid beneath him. The buttons at the crotch magically unsnapped themselves and rolled up a little allowing the strands of fabric to start doing their job. He watched the strands undo the tapes on the diaper. They then came back at him with several baby wipes that they used to clean him off followed by a dusting of baby powder. Aaron still couldn’t speak with the pacifier in his mouth; all he could do was watch in horror as they strands produced another diaper which was laid underneath him and taped shut before the buttons on the onesie snapped shut once more.

The diaper bag did not disappear this time. Instead, the strands of fabric continued going through the bag until one of them produced a bottle of milk. Aaron felt the pacifier get removed briefly before the bottle was forced in to his mouth. He was actually hungry, and seeing no alternative, he started to drink from the bottle. The cold milk rushed in to his mouth while the onesie seemed to relax a bit more.

Aaron felt like he could move his arms again. He knocked the bottle out of the bag’s grip and stood up and ran to his room before the onesie could do anything. Soon enough though, the onesie regained control growing heavy again as he fell to the floor. The diaper bag reappeared nearby with the same bottle which was forced back in to his mouth. Aaron finished drinking the bottle while the onesie relaxed once more. The diaper bag’s fabric strands retracted inside and returned handing Aaron a fox plushie and a blanket which he was wrapped in before the bag disappeared.

Aaron stood up and spit out the pacifier and tossed the plushie on to his bed. He started walking out of his room only to feel the bottom of the onesie thicken creating a sort of waddle as he walked. “I’m not a baby. I don’t need to wear a freaking onesie!” Aaron started tugging on it once more. The onesie seemed to sense his discomfort as the material turned to a fleece material and eventually a pair of footed pajamas. “This isn’t what I meant!” The outfit changed shape once more. This time it became a pair of two-piece pajamas, a t-shirt with a fox printed on the front and a pair of very short, blue shorts that had an apparent bulge from the diaper. “Screw it, I’ll take it.” Aaron cursed to himself as the pacifier forced itself back in to his mouth to keep him quiet.

He walked back to his room and got in to his bed. He picked up the fox plushie and held it closely as his eyes closed. The blanket from earlier crept in to the bed and covered the boy who didn’t try to stop it as he drifted off to sleep.