Prologue

Doctor Kat is implementing a new type of assistant in her Regression Therapy Clinic - D*aper Drones. Drones make the perfect nurses and nannies for Kat's clinic. They can't be reasoned or argued with as they carry out their tasks; methodically, inexorably and regressing even the most resistant of patients until they're turned back into helpless, d*aper dependent, babies. No amount of begging, pleading, silly claims like "I don't belong here!", "I'm not a b*by!", "I don't need diapers!", or anything else of the sort will stop the process of regression therapy, enforced feedings of medicated b*by bottles and b*by food, disciplinary spankings, positive-reinforcement-*rgasms, constant supervision, and the endless chain of d*aper changes.

Doctor Kat's first D*aper Drone is already functioning perfectly, and now all the good Doctor needs is one more Drone to ensure her next patients can be properly supervised and cared for. Which brings us to Cara. Poor, unfortunate Cara has been selected for the honor of being Doctor Kat's second Drone. Strapped to the exam table, Cara's final moments of free will are spent feeling frightened and confused as Doctor Kat and D*aper Drone #0110 efficiently submit her to the last diapering she'll ever attempt to resist.

Don't feel bad for Cara; once this is over and she's fitted with her shiny new mask, she won't mind at all.

D*aper Drones - Bunnie's New Life

Oh no! Bunnie has c*mpletely failed at adult life, and has subsequently been committed to Dr. Kat’s Ward where she will undergo intensive Regression and D*aper Dependency Therapy. In the first phase of her treatment, Bunnie is dragged into the exam room, overpowered, stripped naked, wrestled onto the exam table and restrained by masked figures that refuse every attempt at communication; the Ward’s D*aper Drones! Once the struggling girl is properly restrained, Dr. Kat arrives to oversee her new patient’s intake to the program, coldly explaining to an increasingly alarmed Bunnie – in what might be the very last “adult” exchange the poor girl ever has – that she’s right where she belongs now. Once Dr. Kat is satisfied that everything is proceeding smoothly, she leaves Bunnie in the capable hands of her drones; Bunnie’s new permanent caregivers. Part nurse, part nanny, part prison warden, the D*aper Drones ignore all of Bunnie’s pleas and protests as they carry out a humiliatingly invasive exam of her p*ssy before covering it in b*by powder and wrapping it up in the first of countless diapers she’ll be wearing from now on.

After Bunnie’s intake to Dr. Kat’s Ward and subsequent diapering at the hands of her new Drone caregivers; She’s dressed in a cozy pink str*itjacket and unceremoniously deposited into a padded cell – for her own safety, of course – where she’ll be kept restrained until the second phase of her treatment is complete. Now, Bunnie’s D*aper Dependency Therapy begins in earnest. Once their patient is properly secured in her cozy cell, the D*aper Drones wordlessly set about administering their special brand of care to Bunnie. One Drone pushes a huge bottle of Dr. Kat’s special B*by Formula into the reluctant patient’s whining mouth, as the other Drone presses a powerful vibrator between her legs. The dual elements of this stage of the treatment quickly overwhelm even the most recalcitrant patients, and Bunnie is no exception. Her resistance quickly crumbles as the B*by Formula begins to take effect; intensifying the sensations the vibrator is causing inside her d*aper until she loses control of her bladder. Once the D*aper Drones confirm that Bunnie has used her d*aper for its intended purpose, they leave their pouting patient in the padded cell, in her wet d*aper, where she will wait until it’s time for a d*aper change and her next therapy session. After a few more rounds of B*by Formula and s*xual stimulation like this, a patient will become c*mpletely d*aper dependent and ready for the Regression Therapy phase of their treatment.

Now that Bunnie has been rendered incontinent by the D*aper Dependency Conditioning phase of her treatment, she’s ready to be transferred to the Ward for the final phase of her treatment; Regression Therapy. This stage may take some time, but she’ll be relentlessly cared for and regressed until she forgets all about her former adulthood, becoming nothing but a helpless l*ttle b*by who relies on her Nanny Drones to do everything for her. Bunnie is transferred from lockdown in the padded cell to her new home in the ward, just in time for lunch! The drones drag her into her very own playroom, and immediately strap her into a highchair. They tie a bib around her neck and remove the b*ll-gag from her mouth, but Bunnie has very l*ttle time to use her words, because the Drones promptly begin f*rce-feeding her mushy b*by food and more b*by formula! Double-teamed by the D*aper Drones, Bunnie is only able to mumble and beg between mouthfuls as the drones take turns holding her head and making her to swallow more formula and b*by food. When feeding time is over, Bunnie would feel somewhat relieved, but to her dismay, the Drones check her d*aper to find that she’s already wet herself again and she didn’t even know it. Poor Bunnie; she really doesn’t have any bladder control left at all!

Bunnie’s wet d*aper makes her so upset – not just because she’s wet herself, but because she had no control over it happening. Even worse, these damn drones knew it happened right away! Now they’re laying her down on the floor of her new playroom prison for another d*aper change, and whatever they’ve been doing to her is making it harder and harder for Bunnie to resist them. It feels like all she can do is lay there while they hold her legs apart to wipe her clean. One drone dangles toy keys in front of Bunnie’s face to distract her, as the other starts rubbing her p*ssy with b*by lotion. The mix of s*xual attention and being treated like an b*by is too much for Bunnie, and she starts to have a full-bl*wn tantrum in the middle of her d*aper change – totally normal for patients undergoing Regression Therapy. The Nanny Drones have just the thing to pacify an upset b*by; a bullet vibrator that slips right inside of her lotioned p*ssy! The vibrating “pacifier” turns Bunnie into a squirmy mess as the drones gently cover her in b*by powder and wrap her up in a fresh d*aper. The b*by’s d*aper change is complete, but she’s still a bit too much of an adult to be allowed to play freely in the So, the Nanny Drones lock Bunnie into a big b*by bouncer with wrist restraints, where she won’t be able to go anywhere or get into any trouble. With the drones keeping close watch over her and the vibrator turned up to “high”, all Bunnie can do is helplessly bounce and c*m in her d*aper as her Regression Therapy progresses further with each *rgasm.