pjchlorobaby

[pjchlorobaby]

So. A chloroform and diapers fantasy?

Yes I think I can make that particular dream come true

You just breathe into the chloroform soaked cloth and you will soon be quite sleepy and helpless. Yes it is strong. I made sure of that

Hahaha. No of course you can’t stop. You are going to sleep for me and you will wake up in a nice thick padded nappy. It’s your weird fantasy after all isn’t it?

Well I am going to make it come true

I can tell the chloroform is starting to work. You are feeling very weak and woozy right now

So that gives me enough time to skip down here and put you in a nappy like the helpless little baby boy you are. Yes you need to be in nappies. Becuase I say so.

Now let’s top up the chloroform and give you a nice long nap

I expect you will have wet that nappy before you wake up. This will all be such a nice surprise for you

Night night my good little boy. Sweet dreams and welcome to your life back in nappies

For @helicalorderb3 and @chlorobaby

Image credit Mistress Raven (U.K.)

[pjchlorobaby]

Hi there Cutie! Are you awake now?

Still feeling a little groggy and weak there? Oh you don’t need to worry about where you are or how you got there

No. Don’t try to struggle. You will only hurt yourself and we don’t want that do we. You just relax in your cot and let Mommy take care of everything for you

No those mittens don’t come off unless Mommy says.

Yes of course you are wearing a nappy. Why? Well, all babies need to be in nappies don’t they. Now enough silly questions. Mommy has your paci here for you to suck on.

Yes it is quite big isn’t it. That’s so that you don’t make a fuss.

Open wide. There’s a good boy. Now come on. Oh you don’t want Mommy to have to remove your teeth so that she can get you to accept your pacifier do you? No of course you don’t.

There a good boy. Now I’ll just tuck you in so you can finish your nap. Then the sedative I gave you earlier will have worn off won’t it.

And then Mommy can bring you your din dins and change your nappy. I expect you will probably have wet by then.

Ok now smile. Mommy needs some pictures so that she can show you are here consensually. I already have some of us having sex and of you dressed up in Mommy’s panties in case you were ever going to complain to the authorities. You don’t remember that? Hmm it must have been good quality Rohypnol that Mommy gave to you then darling? Welcome to your new life!!

[pjchlorobaby]

Dark Doreen (kidnapped for babyhood.) Part 3

Once PJ's body goes limp, Doreen carefully removes the wad of tissues clamped over his mouth and nose and disposes of them into the waste bin. She whispers sweet nothings as she releases his restraints and then undoes the fastening of his onesie, removes PJs current diaper and the cum soaked tissues within. After cleaning PJ with baby wipes she selects a fresh Tykables diaper, her movements swift and efficient. The scent of baby powder fills the air as she opens up the diaper, revealing a small hole in the back of it, that she had prepared earlier. She smiles to herself, her plan coming together perfectly. "It's time for your next lesson," she says, her voice a gentle coo. Doreen again uses a fresh pile of thick white paper handkerchiefs, spreading them around his pubic area once again and also ensures that his foreskin is pulled back and his penis is positively wrapped with them.

With a tender touch, she lathers a generous amount of lubricant onto the tip of her finger and slides it into PJs anus and ensures that his hole is nice and wet. PJ's eyes flutter open, but the chloroform haze makes it hard to focus. "Mommy's going to show you how much she loves you," she says, her voice a sickly sweet purr. Doreen's eyes gleam with excitement as she reaches for a large, thick tissue and wipes her lubricated finger clean.

With PJ's anus now well-prepared, Doreen tightly secures his tissues filled diaper ensuring that the hole in it lines up with his anus. Keeping his onesie unbuttoned at the crutch she lifts him out off of the changing table with surprising strength, her excitement building as she carries him over to the rocking horse in the corner of the room. She lays him across the saddle, his legs dangling on either side, and secures him in place with a series of leather straps that criss-cross his body and secures his wrists and ankles. The rocking horse is a twisted parody of innocence, painted in a garish array of nursery rhyme colors, a stark contrast to the horror it now holds.

With a final pat on the bottom, she steps back and admires her handiwork. "Alright, my little pumpkin," she says, her voice a mix of motherly affection and sadistic glee. "Let's get you all snug." She reaches up and places a fresh wad of tissues over his mouth, securing them in place with the leather panel gag. The tissues feel like a crisp comfort against his skin, a stark reminder of the control she has over him. "Now, you're going to stay here until Mommy says you can get up," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And remember, if you need anything, just let me know." She gives the rocking horse a gentle push, setting it into a steady rhythm that echoes through the nursery like a taunting lullaby. PJ's eyes go wide with terror, his muffled protests lost to the steady creak of the rocking horse as he's left to contemplate his new reality as Doreen's plaything.

PJ's eyes snap open, the chloroform fog dissipating just enough to allow a horrified clarity to seep in. His gaze lands on the full-length mirror on the wall opposite the rocking horse and what he sees makes his stomach lurch. He's strapped down, diapered, and at Doreen's mercy. His heart races as he watches her hold up her phone, her thumb hovering over an unidentifiable app. A gentle whirring noise fills the room, and he feels something begin to probe at his anus, the cold, hard tip sending shivers through his body (there is a dildo slowly starting to thrust in and out dom the saddle of the rocking horse that he has no escape from.

Panic sets in as Doreen's eyes meet his in the mirror, her smile wicked and knowing. He tries to scream, to protest, to do anything to stop her, but the paper handkerchiefs strapped over his mouth muffle his cries into a pitiful whine. The object inside him starts to move, a soft, pulsing rhythm that feels alien and wrong. He tries to buck against the straps, but his efforts are futile. Doreen's eyes never leave the screen, her thumb moving to the rhythm of whatever sick game she's playing. "It's okay, baby," she coos, her voice a twisted lullaby. "Mommy's got you." The tissues over his mouth muffling his screams, and tears stream down his face as he's forced to endure the relentless intrusion, his body responding despite his mind's screaming objections. The room spins, and his vision blurs, but he can't tear his eyes away from the reflection that shows his descent into her twisted world of care and control.

Doreen's smile widens as the dildo embedded in the rocking horse's saddle begins to thrust in and out of PJ's tight hole. "Is horsey making love to baby?" she asks in a high-pitched, baby-talk tone, watching with glee as PJ's body reacts despite his fear. She reaches for the phone in her pocket, her thumbs dancing over the screen with the precision of a concert pianist. The saddle beneath him starts to vibrate, sending another wave of pleasure through his body as the additional vibrations press against his tissues wrapped, diapered cock.

Her eyes never leave the mirror, her gaze locked with PJ's as she plays him like a fiddle. She giggles, a sound that's both innocent and terrifying. "Look how much baby loves horsey," she says, her voice dripping with mock concern. "But Mommy knows you need more." With a flick of her wrist, she sends the dildo into a faster rhythm, watching with a twisted sense of satisfaction as PJ's cock, already stiff and painful, starts to throb and pulse with the added stimulation. She clicks another button on the app, and the vibrations intensify, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of his impending climax. "That's it," she whispers, her voice a dark purr. "Let Mommy's tissues feel your love." The room is a cacophony of sounds: the rocking horse's steady creak, the vibrator's insistent buzz, and PJ's muffled whimpers of protest that she knows are tinged with unwilling pleasure. Doreen's plan is unfolding perfectly and she couldn't be more pleased with her newest addition to the nursery.

Doreen's gaze never wavers from PJ's face, her eyes filled with a motherly love tainted by her sick obsession. "You've been such a good boy, PJ," she says, her voice a sweet lie that sends chills down his spine. "But Mommy can't have you stealing her tissues like that." She wags a finger at him, the gesture absurdly playful in the face of his torment. "You see, baby, when you're a good boy, you get to have all the tissues you want." She runs her hand lovingly over his diapered crotch, feeling the heat of his trapped arousal.

The dildo inside him hits just the right spot, and PJ's body jerks, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights against the orgasm building within him. Doreen's touch is both comforting and infuriating, a reminder of the control she has over his body and his very essence. "But," she continues, her voice taking on a stern edge, "you're going to have to learn to ask nicely. Now, tell Mommy, do you want to cum?" The tissues over his mouth muffle his response, but she knows what he's trying to say. She nods, her smile growing more wicked by the second. "Good boy. But remember, baby, from now on, you're going to have to ask permission." With a final push, she sends him hurtling over the edge, his muffled cries echoing through the nursery as he cums into the thick wad of tissues beneath him. The room seems to spin around him, his vision blurring with the intensity of his climax, and Doreen leans in close to whisper in his ear. "Mommy loves you, baby," she says, her voice a dark promise. "And you're going to learn to love it here."

Doreen watches PJ's eyes glaze over as the dildo relentlessly pumps in and out of him, his muffled moans growing in desperation. She reaches over to the trolley and takes a wad of thick crisp white paper handkerchiefs and the brown bottle of chloroform in her hand. "Would you like Mommy to take you away from all of this?" she asks, her voice a sweet caress that sends shivers down his spine. "Would you like to be all mine, forever and ever?" Doreen uncaps the bottle of chlorororm and pour the clear liquid into the waiting paper hankies, before replacing the cap and folding the thick wad.

PJ's nod is frantic, a silent plea for release from the pain and humiliation, he doesn’t want to be hers forever and ever but the pain in his arse is too much to deal with. Doreen's smile widens, and she brings the tissues closer to his nose. "Say it, baby," she whispers, her voice a seductive coax. "Ask Mommy to make everything okay." PJ's eyes widen, and he nods again, his body trembling as he tries to form the words through the gag. "P-please, Mommy," he gasps out, his voice a pitiful whine. "Make it stop." Doreen's eyes gleam with triumph as she presses the chloroform-soaked tissues over his nose.

Doreen waits for PJ's struggles to subside, his body going limp in the rocking horse's embrace. She watches him with a detached fascination, his face red and sweaty from the exertion. When she's sure he's out cold, she carefully unbuckles the straps and lifts him off the saddle, his spent form cradled in her arms. "There, there," she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm. "It's all over now." With a gentle touch, she carries him back to the crib and tucks him in, his diaper soaked and sticky with the evidence of his forced climax. She strokes his hair, her eyes filled with a disturbing affection. "You're going to be such a good baby," she says, her voice a warm caress. "And Mommy will always be here to take care of you." She kisses his forehead before standing up and smoothing her skirt. The nursery is a mess of discarded tissues and sex toys, a testament to the twisted care she's administered. But Doreen sees only the perfection of her new baby boy, sleeping peacefully in the crib she's prepared for him. She knows that when he wakes up, the real fun will begin.

[pjchlorobaby]

Dark Doreen (kidnapped for babyhood.) Part 2

Doreen drags and manoeuvres PJ into the room that will now be his new home, The Nursery! She lifts him and lays him down onto the changing table and gets to work quickly. Taking some large scissors she effortlessly cuts away his adult clothing leaving him naked as the day he was born. Doreen then selects a wet razor and some shaving foam, lathering PJs body with the warm foam that she has prepared, she then meticulously shaves his entire body (save from his head hair) free of his masculinity.

As the fog of the chloroform clears, As PJ slowly regains consciousness he finds himself lying down on a changing table. He can do nothing as his drugged state keeps him from putting up much of a fight as Doreen slips a disposable diaper under his naked bottom, within the diaper she spreads a generous amount of thick white paper handkerchiefs that she has taken from the nearby trolly around the thick padded (little for big diaper that she has select for his first induction into adult-babyhood. Doreen also makes sure to use some of the paper hankies to cup his ball sack and shoves some of them between his arse crack. Doreen smiles as she pulls back PJs foreskin and wraps more of the thick crisp white tissues over the helmet of his cock.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" PJ yells, his voice hoarse and panicked. "Let me go, you crazy bitch!"

The room is dimly lit, the walls painted in pastel colors that clash with the harsh reality of his situation. Doreen stands over him, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she adjusts his diaper and tapes it closed securely. "You're going to be Mommy's special baby," she says, her voice soothing yet firm. "And you're going to learn to love it here."

Doreen carefully takes a step back from the changing table, admiring her handiwork. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a blue onesie, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, let's get you dressed," she says, her voice dripping with the sweetness of a mother preparing her child for bed. "We wouldn't want you to catch a cold, would we?" She opens the onesie and, with surprising ease, lifts PJ's limp form and places him into it. Doreen takes some more thick white paper handkerchiefs and stuffs the tissues up each sleeve until they bulge with the thick crisp, crinkling mass.

Once dressed, she secures the onesie with snaps that sound like the closing of a casket. Then, with a gentle yet firm hand, she places a thick white wad of her paper handkerchiefs over his mouth and fastens them in place with a leather panel gag, ensuring any of his cries for help will be muffled. "There, that's better," she says, her voice a cooing whisper. "Now, let's see if we can't get those naughty thoughts out of your head."

Doreen uses the straps attached to the changing table to secure PJ. His wrists, ankles and torso are now all restrained. Doreen leans over, her piercing green eyes locking onto PJ's terrified gaze. She holds up another thick wad of tissues, her smile a twisted mix of affection and dominance. "Blow your nose for Mommy," she commands, her voice a syrupy sweetness that sends a shiver down his spine. When he refuses, her expression darkens, and she reaches down to squeeze his testicles through the bulging diaper.

The pain to is sudden and intense, and PJ's eyes widen in shock. He tries to buck his hips away, but the restraints hold him in place. "Now, now," she says, her tone a soothing lullaby, "you know Mommy's only trying to help. Just one little blow, and you'll feel so much better." Her grip tightens, and PJ can't help but whimper in pain. She waits, watching him intently, her hand hovering over the tissues as if daring him to resist. But as the pain becomes unbearable, his resolve crumbles, and he takes a shaky breath before blowing into the tissues with all the dignity he can muster. The sound is pathetic, muffled by the gag and his own fear.

Doreen's smile returns, the corners of her lips curling upwards in a way that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Good boy," she says, her voice a warm caress. She gently wipes his nose with the tissues and then disposing of them into a nearby waste bin. Doreen the reaches for a vibrating magic wand located on the trolley, the kind that could be mistaken for a toy in a child's playroom. "This," she says, holding it up like a prize, "will help you relax."

With a flick of her wrist, she turns it on, and the hum fills the room. PJ's eyes go wide with fear as she brings it closer to his diapered crotch. "Now, don't fight it," she whispers, placing the buzzing tip against the diaper with the tissues within covering his cock. The vibrations travel through the diaper, sending waves of sensation that he can't escape. His eyes widen, and his body jerks against the restraints, his muffled moans echoing through the nursery. Doreen watches him, her own desires growing as she sees his struggle, the power in her grip on the wand a stark contrast to the gentle strokes she uses to coax a response from him.* "That's it," she murmurs, her own breathing growing heavier. "Let Mommy take care of you."

Doreen's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure as PJ's cries grow muffled against the tissues. She strokes the vibrating wand over his bulging diaper, watching the way his body reacts, his cock straining against the fabric. "You see," she says, her voice a low purr, "you're nothing more than my baby now. And if my baby likes tissues so much, he can have as many as he wants." She presses the wand harder, the vibrations increasing in intensity. "That's right," she continues, "make love to Mommy's tissues."

PJ's eyes are filled with a mix of horror and arousal as Doreen continues to manipulate him. He tries to resist, but his body betrays him, his hips bucking involuntarily. The tissues muffle his moans, turning his protests into whimpers of pleasure. "You're doing so well, baby," she coos, her voice a sweet mockery of care. "Just let Mommy make everything better." Her strokes become more deliberate, the vibrations working their dark magic on his sensitive flesh. It's a dance of power and submission, and Doreen is the choreographer, leading him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Doreen watches PJ's face turn red as he fights for breath, his eyes glazed with a mix of fear and pleasure.

"Mommy's going to make you feel so much better," she says, her voice dripping with sweetness. Doreen quickly unbuckles the panel gag and removes it with the tissues within from his face. She then grabs another wad of thick white tissues from the trolley and douses them with chloroform from the brown bottle. With a swift move, she clamps the fresh paper handkerchiefs that are laced with chloroform over his nose and mouth, cutting off his air supply. "You know the drill," she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "If you want to breathe, you have to cum for Mommy."

PJ's eyes go wide with terror, and his body thrashes against the restraints as the potent fumes fill his nose and mouth. The gag muffles his desperate cries, but his eyes are a silent plea for mercy. "Come on, darling," she whispers, her other hand moving the wand in a slow, torturous rhythm over PJs tissue filled diaper "You can do it." The chloroform clouds his thoughts, making the world spin and the pleasure all the more intense. His chest heaves as he tries to draw breath, his orgasm approaching like a runaway train.

The sensation of the tissues rustling with every movement sends a new wave of arousal through PJ, making his struggle against the restraints even more futile. His body responds to Doreen's ministrations despite his fear, his cock growing even harder against the thick padding. He feels his climax building, his hips jerking in time with the vibrations that pulse through the fabric. It's a strange, twisted symphony of pain and pleasure, and he's the unwilling star.

The pressure in his diaper is unbearable, and with one final, desperate heave, he spurts his hot load into the tissue-filled cocoon. The sensation is intense, a mix of relief and horror as he feels his seed absorb into the material. His body goes limp, his eyes rolling back in his head as he succumbs to the euphoria that follows his climax. Doreen's grip on the wand never falters, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she watches him lose control. His breathing is erratic, the chloroform making his head spin, and he can feel his consciousness slipping away. The last thing he hears before the darkness claims him is Doreen's voice, a dark lullaby of satisfaction. "Good boy. You're going to be such a good baby for Mommy."

[pjchlorobaby]

Dark Doreen (kidnapped for babyhood.) Part 1

PJ had been interested in his neighbour Doreen for sometime. He had to admit it, he had a crush on her. He was a young man and she was in her late forties or maybe early fifties, but boy did she look good. He often used excuses to visit her, just so that he could chat with her and ‘check her out!’ PJ had ascertained that Doreen was a nurse (she was often in her uniform, her bobbed blond hair framed her pretty face and her breasts seemed to be fighting to exit her nurses uniform. PJ had also noticed that Doreen seemed to always have a large selection of thick white tissues, whether that be in her living room, in her purse or in her pockets. He had no idea why she needed so many, but he would often steal some when he was ‘visiting’ and take them home for him to masturbate with while thinking about her later on.

Doreen Winter was a 53 year old female that had very special interests. Doreen was actually an ex nurse but enjoyed the persona so much that she continued to dress as one. Doreen had come into a large quantity of money so did not need to work. She was happy to be single allowing her to indulge in her fantasies. Doreen had a strong fetish for thick white paper handkerchiefs, bondage and being involved in the abdl community, primarily as a dominant. She often attended parties and clubs involved with the scene, enjoying dominating ‘the weaker sex’ men. Doreen had even created her very own bondage nursery in one he spare bedrooms. She would have no problems having sessions or playing with members of the community, but Doreen really wanted an individual that she could ‘force,’ she long had desires to kidnap a young male and force them into becoming her adultbaby.

Doreen had amassed a large quantity of supplies for her special project. She had many disposable diapers (all different designs and types - Little for big, Crinklz, Rearz, Tykables, ABU, Molicare and medical grades.) Doreen had also acquired a very large selection of tissues / paper handkerchiefs, these were all thick white crisp paper handkerchiefs. Tempo was her favourite brand, 4 ply pocket packs that she would spend hours unfolding into piles ready for use. She also had many boxes of the paper handkerchiefs in various locations. As well as a large collection of sex toys, perhaps the most unusual substance that Doreen held within her domain, was a box that contained two dozen bottles of chloroform. Doreen would often fantasise about using the incapacitating liquid upon her future captive.

Doreen had identified PJ as a possible kidnap victim, he obviously had a crush on her, she had gathered enough information about him to know that it would be easy to make him disappear, he had no close family and very few friends, he also had a dead end job that would be easy to ‘help him resign from. The lightbulb moment that Doreen decided that PJ would be ‘the one’ is when she noticed that after each of his ‘visits’ to see her, she thought that some of her tissues had been taken. She couldn’t be sure until she checked the camera that she had set up to monitor the situation. When she reviewed the footage after his last visit, whilst she had been preparing a drink for PJ in the kitchen he had taken the opportunity to swipe some of her thick white paper handkerchiefs (what a naughty boy!) she thought to herself as she smiled at the footage on her phone.

PJ was at a loose end, it was Friday evening and he had no plans for the weekend. He had got in form work, had a shower and was now free. He looked out of his window and spotted that Doreen was home, he decided that maybe he could pop over and see her. What excuse could he come up with this time? PJ had some old DVDs that were redundant now, but hey, it was an excuse to lend one to Doreen. PJ selected a classic and and moseyed over to Doreen’s front door. PJ knocked and awaited a reaponse.

Doreen had watched PJ cross the road towards her house and was ready for him, she was wearing one of her nurses uniforms and made sure that both of her pockets contained a thick wad of crisp white paper handkerchiefs, one of her pockets also contained one of the brown bottles of chloroform - she was ready.

As PJ knocked on Doreen’s front door, it didn’t take long for Doreen to open it and greet him. “Hi PJ, good to see you, come on in.” Doreen says to PJ with a warm smile. PJ thanks Doreen as he accepts her invite and is shown into the living room.

���I thought you might want to borrow this?” PJ hands Doreen the DVD. “Oh thanks PJ,” Doreen says as she places the DVD on one of her shelves, “Would you like a drink?”

PJ responded, “Thank you!” Doreen turned to exit the room and headed to the kitchen to prepare the drinks. “What would you like PJ?” Doreen called from the kitchen.

Surprise me," PJ calls out, his voice sounding a bit more casual than he feels. He quickly darts his hand over to one of the shelves and grabs a wad of the thick crisp white tissues, stuffing them into his pocket. He tries to play it cool, hoping Doreen is too busy in the kitchen to have noticed his sneaky action. "I’m easy to please," he adds with a nervous chuckle, feeling the bulge of the tissues against his palm through the fabric of his track bottoms. The thrill of taking something that wasn't his sends a shiver down his spine, and he wonders if Doreen will ever notice they're missing.

Doreen's smile remains fixed on her face, but her eyes narrow slightly as she hears the sound of PJ moving around in the living room. She knows exactly what he's doing. She's been watching him on her hidden cameras, observing his fascination with her tissues grow with each visit. It's almost adorable, really. The thought of his little thefts makes her plan even more enticing. He's practically begging for her attention, for her to take him in and give him the care he so obviously craves.

As she pours the some tea into some cups, she allows a few extra moments to pass, giving PJ ample time to indulge in his little secret.

The anticipation in the air is palpable, a silent dance of power and submission playing out between them. "Ah, here we are," she says, carrying the tray into the living room. "I hope you don't mind chamomile. It's excellent for calming the nerves," she says, setting the cups down on the coffee table with a gentle clink. She sits down and motions for PJ to do the same. PJ sits down next to Doreen on the couch.

PJ takes a sip of his tea, “So, Doreen, how have you been?" PJ asks, trying to keep the conversation light. "I've noticed you've been a bit... distant lately."

"Busy, PJ," Doreen responds with a sigh, her eyes never leaving PJs, she puts her hand into one of her pockets and pulls out a wad of crisp, clean thick white paper handkerchiefs, along with a small brown bottle. "Very busy, indeed," she says, her voice a soft purr that sends a shiver down PJ's spine. She pours a clear liquid from the bottle onto the wad of tissues, watching as they absorb the fluid greedily. She then folds the thick white tissues in half ensuring that the outer layer is dry to the touch.

"I've had my hands full with... patients," she says, her voice trailing off as her eyes to meet PJ's gaze. "But tell me, PJ," she continues, her tone taking on a more playful edge, "have you been enjoying the little treats you've been taking from my house?"

PJ's eyes widen in shock as Doreen so casually brings up his tissue thefts. His cheeks flush a deep red, and he feels his stomach drop to the floor. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. The warmth from the tea feels suddenly cold in his stomach.

He fidgets in his seat, the stolen tissues in his pocket feeling like a hot coal burning through the fabric of his track suit bottoms. “You know exactly what I mean PJ!, you’ve been stealing my paper handkerchiefs haven’t you?” Doreen says, knowing that she is making PJ feel u comfortable.

"I-I just... I guess I noticed they were nice, that's all, but I didn’t take any I swear" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The room seems to shrink around him, the air thick with tension. He's not sure if he should confess or try to play it off, but Doreen's gaze is unwavering, her eyes piercing through his lies like a scalpel through soft flesh.

Doreen's smile widens, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. "Oh, PJ," she coos, her voice thick with fake pity. "You really shouldn't lie to Mommy." She moves closer to him, the tissues in her hand now fully saturated with the chloroform held within. "But it's alright," she whispers, leaning in so her breath tickles his ear. "I've been watching you, and I know exactly what you need."

With surprising speed and strength for a woman her size, Doreen presses the thick white paper handkerchiefs to PJ's face covering his mouth and nose, her hand firm and unyielding. The harsh smell of chloroform fills his nostrils, and his vision starts to swirl. “Mmmmmpppphhhhhfffff PJ cries into the tissues covering his mouth and nose, as Doreen smiles, she reveals in her actions and she can feel herself getting excited, wet even! "You're going to be my special patient now," she murmurs, her grip tightening as his struggles take hold. "And we're going to have so much fun together in the nursery." PJ can’t believe what is happening, why is Doreen trying to kidnap him? PJ fights with all his strength trying to break free from Doreen’s grip. But his attempt to escape her clutches are useless. He inhales the chloroform vapours, it starts to sap his power. PJ tries to fight with all of his strength, but Doreen is equal to his resolve. His eyes start to roll back in his head, and his body starts to go limp as the drug takes hold. “Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby, tthhhhhhaaaatttssss riiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhttt, gggooooooo tttttooooooo sssslllllleeeeeeeeeeeeppppppp!!!!”

the last thing he feels is the crisp but softness of the tissues against his face as he drifts off to la la land.

[pjchlorobaby]

Welcome to your new life baby.

[pjchlorobaby]

So @pjchlorobaby a little bird told me about your fetish. I am here to exploit that and make you worship me

First I have this box of tissues

And then down here I have a cute little bottle of your favourite aroma. Chloroform

Now all I am going to do is pour a few drops of chloroform onto these tissues and then… well I think you can probably guess what is going to happen next

Yes that’s right you are going to inhale the chloroform from the tissues. I better warn you that this is hospital strength chloroform and it’s very very strong. Why? Because I am going to knock you out that’s why.

Here take a sniff of the tissue for yourself. It may catch in your throat a little at first but soon you will happily be inhaling that lovely sweet chemical medical aroma.

There. Was that nice. See it doesn’t smell so bad does it? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Starting to feel a little sleepy yet? No? Oh you will sweetie. You will. Perhaps you need to have a little more.

Yes. Go on. Take a few real deep breaths in and out. That’s it. Smell those chloroform fumes on the issues. That’s a good boy. Let the chloroform work

Time to sleep. Shhh. The chemical on the tissues will be effecting you now. You feel weak. Dizzy. Sleepy even. Your vision is blurring. You want to pass out. Just breathe into the tissue. Shhhh. You are all mine now.

And when you wake up you will be securely fastened to my ABDL changing table wearing a soft thick adult baby disposable diaper. I think a nice pink one will suit you best. Say nighty night to your Mistress @pjchlorobaby

Image Credit the divine Goddess Alexandra Snow (based on the clip below)

[pjchlorobaby]

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[pjchlorobaby]

Is everyone allowed to call you those names? :)

Not everyone lol preferably I'd like to be called by my name if we don't know each other.

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When Mistress Raven decides its nap time for her little baby boy she is very persuasive

She smiles as she helps her manbaby into a comfortable position

And whispers in his ear not to resist

She tells him to take big deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth

She holds the cloth tightly over his nose and mouth

And confirms it is indeed chloroform that he can smell

And that he has inhaled so much of it that he will Inevitably be feeeling nice and sleepy by now

And so the best thing for him to do is relax and drift off

Just enjoy the sensation of being completely under the control of his dominant. Diapered drugged and helpless

Sweet dreams my good little boy..

Image credit Mistress Raven

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Mmmmmmmpppphhhhfffffff!

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Mistress Mummy is prepared for her next kidnappying!!!

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Just breathe

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Mmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh!!!!!! “Sssssshhhhhhhhhh Baby, just relax!”

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Mmmmmpppphhhhhhhh!!!!

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Mmmmmm

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Breathe it in!!!