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But it left you panting, drooling a little, in the after glow.

Without saying a word, the nurse pulled down the empty IV bag, replacing it with a different coloured one, and once again stepped out of the room.

Your day had barely begun.

The wand touched the head of your nub, just barely, not even turned on yet. And with a cry, your whole body shook with the most powerful orgasm you’d ever felt. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, your eyes rolling back. Not much cum actually left you, an embarrassingly small amount, really.

But you chose the wand, easily, quickly, almost instantly.

Making the key disappear, the nurse brought the wand slowly, carefully towards your crotch.

Anticipation from what must have been hours on edge welled up inside you.

The nurse crossed into your field of view again. Silently holding up two items, gesturing that you had a choice. One was the key to the straps, the other was a vibrating wand.

You wished you could have said you thought about it. You wished it had been a difficult choice.

What had once been a huge and proud member, a tool you had skillfully put to use, was now nothing more than a small button on your groin. There wasn’t anything more than a small head sticking out, still drip, drip, dripping precum.

You weren’t sure it was erect, if it even could get erect.

At the exact moment the last drips left the bag, the door swung open. Snapping your head up, your eyes swollen red, your cheeks tear streaked, you saw the same nurse from before, holding two objects in their hands.

You looked back at yourself in the mirror.

A need burning like a furnace radiated through you, at it only got worse as the IV bag drained, and as your dick shrank.

The bag was now two thirds empty, and your dick was clearly under two inches. You were almost too far gone to care anymore… almost.

You were almost too distracted to notice as your small dick shrank to 3 inches long, still trying so hard to be as erect as possible.

Tears were streaming down your face now. Tears of being so roughly kidnapped, tears at what had been lost, but mostly tears of frustration.

You could tell it was becoming more sensitive, as your now decidedly average dick stood tall at 5 inches. Pre seemed to stream from it. Leaving a small puddle on the floor.

You were almost as desperate for release as you were for escape. Humping at the air fruitlessly, desperation panting your cry

But your exhaustion from before hadn’t miraculously disappeared and in a few minutes you settled back down.

You were stuck watching it shrink, and worst of all the heat was getting worse. You felt hornier than you ever had before.

As more time passed though, your suspicion morphed into horror. It was shrinking, very slowly. It looked closer to 7 inches now, even though you were sure you were as erect as possible.

Your thrashing began again with renewed vigour. You had to stop whatever they were putting into you.

It was in this squirming and moaning that you noticed something seemed off, more off than before. Did your cock look shorter? It must be your imagination, or the way the mirror was placed, it had to be.

As time continued to pass the heat only got worse. You began to squirm, noticing how sensitive even the light air current was against your cock.

Looking down, a heavy bead of pre was starting to drip from it. You stifled a moan, wishing you could do something for it.

Your face looked flushed, and you felt a stirring in your groin, as you began to grow erect.

You were proud of your member, a health 8 inches long, but the way it stood to attention without any input was worrying.

You eyed the IV bag suspiciously, but it was unlabelled.

The nurse was gone as quickly as they had come, leaving you once again alone, but too tired to struggle anymore.

It might have been a minute, or an hour, you were losing your sense of time in the room empty of all stimulation, but you were starting to notice and warmth filling you.

They worked quickly, ignoring your hoarse protests and demands like they couldn’t even hear them.

In hardly a minute the IV bag was connected to a port in your jacket, and a slowly trickle of fluid began to drip, drip, drip, into you.

Across the wall your chair was facing was a wall-to-wall mirror. It allowed you to see how red faced you got struggling and yelling.

You were almost grateful when someone finally entered your room to check in on you.

The nurse was wheeling in an IV stand with a plump clear bag on it.

Thick white straps kept you in place, weaving into anchor points on the heavy canvas straitjacket you were stuck in.

The jacket was the only thing you were wearing, your crotch and genitals in plain view.

A few hours of constant struggling had only gotten you soreness and exhaustion.

Shrinkydink:
First days in the regression ward can be tough. When doctors identify incoming patients as potentially disruptive, they plan especially difficult first days to help break their will to resist.

So here you were, strapped into a chair bolted onto the cool cement floor.

Not that dangerous… you just may want to never leave it again

My preference is to workout unpadded, so I workout after changing but before putting a new diaper on.

I know some people prefer to wear goodnites or pullups for working out, as they can wear, then take them off after and reuse them for multiple workouts.

You’re right! It’s just regular puppy smells, probably why I can smell it on you too :3

I desperately need a change… but I could wait a few hours since I see such a cute and obedient seat

🎃 ..and only one vampire yet! But look how cool he is!

YСН Done for Zerebro 🖤

It's still opened for $70 per slot until end of the month!

A figure in a fursuit head, onesie, and diaper laying on a bed. The fursuit head is a yellow canine with green head floof and eyes. The diaper is white, visibly quite swollen and stained most of the way up the back a mucky brown colour.

Wanna come cuddle? Don’t mind the smell ;3

Should things continue as they have been for the first week of locktober, who knows, maybe I'll be filling three a day every day 🥴

Buddha sat under a tree, I sit atop a changing table. The path to enlightenment starts at a different point for each person, but it always winds to the same place.

Sending you my huffiest thoughts and squirmiest prayers

Glad to hear your locktober is also going well

Commission for @emopamps.bsky.social ! Had fun with this one, even if it was more involved~ Real happy wit the diaper in this one too.

It's fitting that this soggy skunk is locked up, given the season~