i-write-whump:

Whump dialogue prompts:

“Nobody is going to be mad at you if you take a break, you know. I know you want to get all your work done, but you’re at the point where it’ll be faster if you just take the time to sleep, then work more after you wake up.”

“You look like you just walked off the set of a horror movie, what happened?”

“Either you can cooperate or I can call someone for backup, but one way or another, you are going to get actual medical treatment, even if I have to drag you there myself.”

“You still feel a little warm, ________. Just take it easy for another day, please? For my peace of mind, if nothing else.”

“When was the last time you stopped to take care of yourself? You look horrible!”

“Alright, enough is enough. Let me help, it’s obvious you can’t walk that far on your own.”

Prompt #61

Leave your whumpee kneeling. Shove them, forcefully, to their knees on a hard, cold floor.

Leave them there, stuck kneeling on the unforgiving ground. Does the cold slowly make its way through their thin clothing, wracking their body with shivers that only put more pressure on their aching joints?

Or do they finally give out, slumping from their position. What does the whumper do when they come back?

Or, even better, what is the caretakers reaction afterward? How do they respond, knowing how the whumpee was forced to rest on their knees for hours, until their legs gave out? Do they save them, and gently pick them up and carrying them away, murmuring small sounds to the crying whumpee?

Bruise your whumpee’s knees, and then, if you’re mean, breakthem.

“Getting a little long in the tooth, aren’t we?” the Caretaker says to the Whumper. The two of them stand side by side in a graveyard, several rows back from the front of a burial. Between the forest of black-clad people there stands the Whumpee near the front, their head lowered and hands folded in front of them. The Whumper’s eyes are locked on the Whumpee as they respond quietly to the Caretaker. “I don’t mind getting a little wrinkled. Too many people don’t live long enough to see their first one.” The Caretaker grits their teeth behind closed lips as they look straight ahead. “What makes me think you’ve seen to that personally?” The Whumper smiles at this and shrugs with mock helplessness. The Caretaker is unnerved by how glib the Whumper is being, and for the first time turns to see them fully. The Whumper’s imposing stature conflicts with their congenial presence at a time like this. It’s only then that the Whumper turns to leave, but first says quietly to the Caretaker: “If I were you I’d watch your pet, looks like you forgot to feed it today.” The Caretaker watches them leave and suddenly hears the crowd around them start to murmur. The officiant slows their speaking as the sound of someone saying the words “are you alright” over and over starts to overtake the group’s focus. The Caretaker catches sight of the Whumpee whose gaze still locked downwards, but their face is ashen and they don’t answer the people speaking to them. They start to lose their footing and the crowd around them gasps as they fall to their knees. The Caretaker pushes their way through the rows of people to get to their friend, but can’t push from their mind the thought that the Whumper must have done something - however impossible - even if they just willed something to happen.

The Caretaker’s eyes widen as they see who has stepped out from the darkness surrounding both themselves and the Whumper. They are standing across from the Whumper at a basement meeting place lit by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling midway between the two of them, but the two of them are newly not alone. The Whumper’s stoic face allows for the smallest of smirks as the Whumpee steps in front of them like a guard, interrupting the space between the Whumper and Caretaker. The Whumpee’s face is somehow familiar but completely different. It looks like stone - weathered and cracked in some places with red lines like the dark veins of marble swirling over their brow and down to their chin. The Caretaker looks at the Whumper when they speak. “I’m not usually a fan of your surprises, but I’ll take this one.” The Whumper remains silent. The Whumpee frowns at the Caretaker. “Don’t talk to him.” The Caretaker looks at their friend, taken aback at feeling treated like a stranger. Or worse, the enemy. They look again at the Whumper when they say, “What is this?” The Whumpee advances on the Caretaker threateningly. “I said don’t talk to him. You want to talk to him, you talk to me.” The Caretaker takes a few steps back to avoid being knocked over. The Whumpee glares at them angrily like an attack dog, and behind them the Whumper is pressing a thumb to their lips to keep from smiling. The Caretaker looks closely in the eyes to try and find a sign of the person they know. “You know you can’t believe what he says. You remember that, right?” the Caretaker whispers. The Whumpee clenches their teeth behind their cheeks. “Funny, I’ve heard the same said about you,” the Whumpee growls coldly. Behind the unflinching Whumpee, the Whumper gives a small shrug, pretending to be helpless to the circumstances. “What can I say? I can be incredibly persuasive.”

The Caretaker’s hands raise slowly as the Whumper aims their gun at them. The Whumpee is on their knees next to the Whumper, their balance unsteady and their head lolling as they try to stay upright. The Caretaker’s face grimaces as they realize they can’t keep quiet about their friend. “You can’t keep doing this,” they say desperately. The Whumper’s head cocks while the gun remains steady. Deadpan, unmoved, they ask: “Why?” Only the sound of the Whumpee’s struggled breaths fill the air. The Whumper repeats themselves again earnestly. “Why?” They look down at the Whumpee, then back to the Caretaker. “What reason is there for me to not get what I want? I have the power, I have the means, I have the wherewithal,” they list off. “So why can’t I?” The Caretaker’s heart sinks as the Whumper’s gun swings from being pointed at them to being pointed at the Whumpee’s head. “Look up,” the Whumper commands. The Whumpee is too dazed to comply at first. “I said look up,” the Whumper commands again. The Whumpee struggles to lift their head, but slowly complies and pulls their chin from their chest to tilt their head back. The Caretaker takes in the sight of their friend’s exhausted and bloodied face. “Your friend thinks I can’t do what I wish. What do you think?” the Whumper asks the Whumpee, the gun still aimed at them emphasizing the directness of their question. The Whumpee just manages to meet the Caretaker’s eyes and shake their head. The Whumper, satisfied, looks back at the Caretaker. “I agree. It is none of their business.”

The Whumpee follows the Caretaker into their home warily. Something is untrustworthy about their old friend, but they can’t put their finger on the reason why. They look around, studying their surroundings, thinking about everything that the Caretaker has told them recently. Things add up, but not all the way. Their eyes land on a stack of papers near the front door. The Whumpee reaches a hand out and pulls the top page down, exposing something on the second page that all at once feels like it affirms everything they were worried about. Proof of one lie that felt like proof everything was a lie. The Caretaker approaches them, and finds themselves quickly knocked back by a strike of the Whumpee’s arm. They stumble, and then fully fall when the Whumpee strikes them again. The enraged Whumpee climbs onto them and pins them to the floor. “How much have what you told me isn’t true?” The Caretaker tries to catch their breath but has their head knocked against the ground as the Whumpee shakes them by their collar. “Tell me why you’re lying to me!” the Whumpee demands, their eyes wide and body overcome by both rage and paranoia. The Caretaker summons the strength to grab the Whumpee right back and meet their eyes. Through a bloodied mouth and gritted teeth they say: “Because look at yourself. Just look at yourself.” The Whumpee pauses but doesn’t move their eyes from the Caretaker’s or release their grasp. “You don’t trust me,” the Whumpee says. The Caretaker shakes their head. “I can let you in my house, but you and I both know why I can’t let you in my head.” The Whumpee releases their friend and lets them scramble to a sitting position from the floor. “You don’t trust me,” the Whumpee says again, paranoia being replaced by hurt. The Caretaker wipes the back of their hand on their mouth and sees the blood. “Look at yourself,” the Caretaker also repeats. They slowly stand and leave the room as the Whumpee is left to stare not at their reflection, but at the floor.

The Caretaker’s shoes echo loudly in the corridor as they walk out of their office. Nighttime in their university building is typically quiet but never silent - even at a distance down the halls, quiet voices mixed with bursts of laughter can be heard of people using the building as a shortcut between the bar and their dorm. The Caretaker makes their way to the front entrance where there is a large atrium filled with windows and tall ceilings. Near the doors, they notice that someone sits on a bench just outside. The Caretaker pushes the door open and pulls their jacket closed as the hit of the nighttime chill goes right for their bones. They go to leave when they catch sight of the person on the bench. The person sitting there has their eyes closed and is sitting slumped as though they are drunk. Their own coat is wide open. The Caretaker approaches them and finds that they recognize the coat as one often slung over a student chair in one of their classes. “Hey,” the Caretaker says. “You alright?” The Whumpee’s eyes remain closed and their whole body remains still. The Caretaker approaches and goes to touch their arm, but for some reason thinks better of it. It’s at that time that the Whumpee jerks awake as if falling off a cliff in a dream. They look at the Caretaker wildly. “I’m so sorry, I’m late,” they say. The Caretaker steps back as the Whumpee stands and starts to look around. “My books, they were right here. Have you seen my book bag, sir? I promise I’m caught up.” It takes a moment before the Caretaker realizes there is blood on the Whumpee’s teeth, and they see it around the same time as the Whumpee’s knees give out beneath them like a string toy with the tension released. “Sir, I promise, I promise I had it all done, don’t kick me out,” they slur as they reach out and grab for the shocked Caretaker’s pant leg. The Caretaker looks around for help, and realizes that, for now, they are the help.

The Caretaker pushes their stool back on its wheels and holds up their hands in submission, still loosely grasping the pen light they were trying to shine in the Whumpee’s eyes. The Whumpee recovers from the full body startled jerk that they had when the Caretaker was last close to them. “Don’t be sorry,” the Caretaker says before the Whumpee has a chance. The two sit in a barely-lit doctor’s office at night, and the only sounds in the room are the distant hum of city traffic and the Whumpee’s heavy breaths. The Whumpee’s face is covered in semi-healed cuts, and their body with bruises in the same state. The Caretaker sits completely still as they wait for permission to advance again. The Whumpee, still sitting on the edge of their own chair, shakes their head and wipes the sweat from their forehead, then shuts their eyes and gestures at the Caretaker to come forward again. The Caretaker wheels forward slowly, lifting their hands in plain sight, as they close the distance between the themselves and their friend. The Whumpee looks up at the ceiling and tries to keep their eye open as the Caretaker’s pen light nears it again. The Caretaker uses their other hand to hold the Whumpee’s chin still, which prompts the Whumpee’s jaw to clench and their eyes to lower and meet the Caretaker’s. The whole city somehow quiets in that moment as the two held themselves a nose-length apart. The Whumpee’s hand trembles in their lap as they fight every instinct they have to push their friend away from them and run as far away as they can. Their mind races but they hold still. The Caretaker eventually leans back and clicks off the light, and the Whumpee is surprised that the distance now somehow, against all odds, makes them feel worse. “It’s bad, right?” the Whumpee asks quietly. The Caretaker lets out a sigh. “I wouldn’t call it good.”

A beam of light shines directly into the Whumpee’s closed eyes. They turn their head to avoid it, burying their face deeper into what they quickly realize is the Caretaker’s chest that they were laying against. They pull back and open their eyes, feeling startled at being so close to someone they barely know after having so recently escaped the Whumper’s grasp. Everything in their body still hurts, including a throbbing wound still plaguing their side. The person that had saved them sits on the ground with their back against a wall and looks at the source of the light. Slowly the Caretaker raises their hands and nods, then says something back to whoever is holding the flashlight in a language the Whumpee doesn’t understand. The Whumpee scrambles backwards as the light lowers and someone approaches the Caretaker - before they reach their target, the Caretaker speaks again but this time gestures at the Whumpee. The other person agrees, and at this the Caretaker looks at the Whumpee sadly. “You’re giving me to them, aren’t you?” the Whumpee accuses them frantically. The Caretaker pulls themselves to their knees and approaches the Whumpee, but the Whumpee just scrambles further back on the pavement, clutching their side and keeping their distance at all costs. The Caretaker hangs their head and seems to give up, then looks at the person holding the light again and nods. They say something resolutely, again in another language, that leads the person to come over and yank the Caretaker’s hands behind them and zip tie them together. The person looks up at the Whumpee as they do so, and the Whumpee recognizes the person as the Whumper’s right hand. “It’s your lucky day,” the right hand says in broken English as they roughly grab the Caretaker by their collar and yank them up to stand. Before the Whumpee or the Caretaker can react, the right hand wields a knife and thrusts it into the Caretaker’s side, effectively disabling them and putting the same injurious time clock on their captivity as the Whumpee received. “Today he gets to eat a new meal instead of having your leftovers.” From there the light abruptly turns off as the right hand pulls the Caretaker away, leaving the Whumpee alone with a worse fate than having been reclaimed by the Whumper: loneliness, lingering pain, no way out, and a rising, crushing sense of guilt.

The sound of piano chords playing draws the Caretaker nearer and nearer to the banquet hall on the main floor of an emptied hotel. The song is familiar, even though the piano is so out of tune that the notes are warbled and almost underwater in their lack of clarity. They arrive at the doorway and look in to see the Whumper with their back to them, sitting at the old piano and hitting at the keys. Their movements are fluid as they float above the keys but precise when they hit them. The Caretaker’s eyes meet the sight of the unconscious Whumpee on the floor near the piano, their head close to where the Whumper’s feet are gently tapping the piano’s pedals. The sudden lifting of both the Whumper’s foot and their hands from the piano silence the music and stop the resonating keys with a thud. The Whumper looks at the Caretaker over their shoulder with a sideways glance. “Pull up a chair, they won’t be back for a while.” The Caretaker feels a sinking feeling as they walk into the hall, closing the distance between themselves and their friend. “Who won’t?” the Caretaker asks, passing right by the table and chair that the Whumper mentioned. The Whumper laughs at the question, saying, “Who do you think?” before knocking the heavy cover to the keys down with their hand. It slams hard and bangs a deafening sound throughout the entire room. When the echo of it dies down their voice turns deadly serious. “I said sit the fuck down.” The Caretaker stops, then moves back a few steps and sits at the table and chair they were instructed to. Their eyes keep darting to the Whumpee on the ground, and the appearance of blood in and around their head now transferred to the floor. The Whumper hates that the Caretaker’s attention is divided. “Ignore that,” the Whumper says dismissively of the Whumpee, pointing at them like they’re litter on the floor. “It won’t be back for a while. So you and I have time to talk.” The Caretaker can’t hide their distress. “What won’t be back?” The Whumper clenches a fist and presses it to their mouth, trying but failing to suppress their rage. “Do not pay it any mind, or so help me god,” the Whumper says, one of their feet now on the verge of kicking the prone Whumpee’s head back into the piano’s leg. “It will be me, not your friend’s problems, that will become impossible to ignore,” the Whumper says.

“What did you just say?” the Caretaker asks incredulously. They stand ten feet from where the Whumper stands, and where the Whumpee kneels with their collar grasped tightly in the Whumper’s clenched fist. The Whumpee pulls at their tightened shirt collar in vain but can’t escape the grasp that’s holding them. The Whumper stares at the Caretaker, poised at the edge of a building rooftop mere seconds away from dropping the Whumpee off its edge. The Caretaker seems fixated on the wrong problem at hand. “Say that again,” the Caretaker says, sounding as if it’s out of academic curiosity than an urgency to save their friend. “Say what you just said again.” The Whumper pulls the Whumpee towards them, the yank illiciting a strangled groan. “You’re one of those annoying people who listens to the same song over and over again, aren’t you?” the Whumper says, for the first time feeling unnerved and in less than total control. The Caretaker advances towards the two of them with their hands exposed in surrender, but their excitement over their realization is overtaking their sense of caution. “Your accent. It slipped out. You’re from here, right?” The prospect of someone knowing more about them gives the Whumper a surge of anger that they channel into a hard kick to the captive Whumpee’s knee. The Caretaker continues advancing. “I knew you looked familiar. You’re one of his, aren’t you?” The Whumper is now next to the building’s edge, and pulls the hobbled and struggling Whumpee over to it. The Caretaker finally stops, but presses on in their words. “You’re the one he doesn’t talk about, am I right?” The Whumper steels their face at the mention of both their father and their station in life as his unrecognized offspring. They muster only a shrug in response as they say, “My father isn’t known for making mistakes. But I guess accidents happen.” They look down at the Whumpee bitterly and prepare to take them both over the edge. “Don’t they, brother?” they say at the Whumpee through gritted teeth.

Caretaker slips their arm around whumpee’s shoulder and pulls them close. They snuggle closer, hot forehead resting against Caretaker’s neck. Caretaker freezes, then places their palm on whumpee’s forehead. “Oh whumpee,” they whisper, grip tightening around them, “that fever’s gone nowhere but up.”

whumptopia:

“You can’t be here,” the whumpee protests, squirming in their bonds as the caretaker starts to cut them loose. “You have to leave before, before—”

“Hey, quit moving!” the caretaker admonishes, frowning when they accidentally nick the writhing whumpee with their blade. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Accustomed to orders and threats, the whumpee immediately stills. I don’t want to hurt you usually means the exact opposite, in their experience, but they need to protect the caretaker, even if doing so means punishment.

The caretaker offers them a reassuring smile as they saw through the ropes. The whumpee pouts, their bottom lip trembling as tears pool in their eyes. The last thing they want is to put the caretaker in danger, and if the whumper realizes they’re here, they’ll be killed.

The whumpee’s voice quivers as they frantically try to convince them. “Please, please, listen to me. You gotta get out of here before he finds you. Please, go, p-please. I can’t see you get h-hurt.”

redstainedsocks:

jordanstrophe:

Caretaker gets protective when people start asking to see whumpee in recovery. They don’t know how they’ll react, seeing it took them days to learn how to enter their hospital room without frightening them. 

So, caretaker writes out a list of rules. Just a few things, like no raised voices, no touching, no sudden movements, no loud noises, no questions, no reaching for them, keep a soft tone-

The list goes on, and on, and on. 

Snacks are acceptable. 

(So evil of me for my mind to go in this direction but…)

Whumpee finds the list. Finds it and thinks it’s for them. They’re not allowed to be noisy, probably not even if they’re in pain. They must go back to walking with feather-light steps and slow careful movements, never reaching for things that don’t belong to them.

Don’t touch Caretaker’s things, don’t make a mess, sound sweet and happy at all times.

Snacks, they find once they reach the end, are allowed. It’s a small gift, one they’ll be grateful for, but it’s so little compared to what they’ve had these past weeks. Caretaker must have grown so tired of them so suddenly to go to the effort of writing it down and leaving it pointedly for Whumpee to find. They hold back the tears and swallow it all down.

Caretaker didn’t even want to talk about it–probably expecting Whumpee would make a scene if they did– they just left a note for Whumpee to read, alone, and obey.

They’ll be better. They’ll be different. Caretaker will see… they’re worth keeping around. They promise to themself, they’ll make this all right, they’ll show they can learn.

When the whumpee gets the chills when sick, and the caretaker bundles them up with all the blankets

Whump dialogue XXXVII

“You hurt them,” Caretaker growled in fury, trembling and clearly having to hold himself back.

“Just a bit,” Whumper sneered with glee. But his voice dipped a tone as Caretaker opened his mouth again to retort and he merely said:

“You should thank me. Because believe me, I could’ve made it much, muchworse.”

Hurt begets hurt

“Leave me alone. I hate you for what you did!”

They saw the hurt on Caretaker’s face, the disbelief and pain flashing over their expression, something shattering as Whumpee almost spat the word ‘hate’.

Somewhere deep inside Whumpee, something stirred, responding to the clear hurt they caused. But it came from somewhere deep within, something that slipped between the bars of a cage that they’d locked away far, far behind it.

And their overwhelming feeling was a bitter satisfaction that almost made them smile. ’Good. Hurt. Hurt like I did.’

“Whumpee, please I–”

“I don’t want you here.” Repressed rage burned everything around them.

Another wince from Caretaker who was now on the brink of tears. “Please…”

“Get out,” they said, trembling under the emotions they held back.

“Whumpee–”

“Getout!” They made their voice as hard and cold as possible. Watched as their partner stepped back, hesitantly and still searching their face for a hint of sympathy. But as they saw there was none, everything clouded by seething rage and hurt in return, they turned away. Their shoulders shook, their figure hunched by grief, but they didn’t look back.

And while Whumpee was glad to see them leave, they didn’t understand why a single tear slipped down their cheek.

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@firewheeesky@myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19@myst-in-the-mirror@whumpawink@painsandconfusion@villainsvictim

The following is an example for a very detailed declaration of consent which may be used in combination with the ABDL Caretaker Agreement to determine which types of actions may be performed with implied consent unless you declare otherwise. While it cannot be guaranteed that the legal authorities in your country actually deem such declaration valid in all regards, it may at least serve as a guideline and may help you to determine the extent of your respective responsibilities. Please read it carefully and adapt it to your needs. Be responsible and treat it as if it were a binding agreement. 

I. Preamble

By virtue of the following declaration, I _________________________, grant my caretaker _______________________ and his/her designated representatives, the powers and authorizations required for the execution of the AB/DL caretaker agreement we have signed on _________________.

The goal of said agreement and of this declaration is to establish a long-term relationship in which we will assume the roles of caretaker and adult baby. In the course of this relationship, my caretaker shall treat me like a diaper dependent baby and shall subject me to a strict diaper training regimen.

Since it is my wish to experience the dependency and helplessness of a little baby that is incapable of forming an opinion, this declaration shall grant my caretaker all powers and authorizations that are required for this purpose.

Until I expressly declare otherwise, I wish to be bound by the provisions contained in this declaration and waive my corresponding rights and personal freedoms, until I withdraw my consent in accordance with the general provisions of this declaration (Section II, § 3).

For further clarification, I have compiled a list of measures and treatments, to which I hereby consent in advance, in order to forego the need to expressly confirm my consent when these measures are about to be applied.

Insofar as it does not violate the limits set out in this declaration and in the corresponding caretaker agreement, any action or treatment falling within the scope of what I have provided for in this declaration, shall be deemed as consented to, unless I expressly declare otherwise.

II. General Provisions

§ 1 – Scope and purpose of the waiver

By virtue of this declaration, I waive, for the purpose of my babyfication and diaper training, all rights and responsibilities in regard to all aspects of my daily life listed below, and grant my caretaker absolute authority in these regards, for as long as this declaration and the corresponding caretaker contract are in force.

This authority may only be exercised in accordance with the limits and restrictions set out in said agreement and may not be exercised in any manner that would be contrary to public policy or in violation of the laws applicable at my place of residence or at the place where the respective treatment is to take place.

§ 2 – Revocability and Modifiability

I am aware that I cannot legally forfeit my personal freedoms and my legally protected rights and that I have the power to alter or withdraw this declaration or any part thereof at any time and for any reason whatsoever.

I am further aware, that I may alter or withdraw my consent to any of the measures and treatments listed below under any circumstances and for any reason whatsoever.

With this in mind, I hereby declare that I wish to be bound by the provisions of this declaration and treated accordingly, until I expressly declare the contrary. Unless I declare otherwise, I wish to be treated in the manner described therein, and consent to all treatments I have specified, provided that they comply with the limits set out in the caretaker agreement and in this declaration.

§ 3 – Declaration of withdrawal or modification

In case that I wish to alter or withdraw any part of this declaration or that I wish to declare the lack of my consent to any treatment I am about to receive, I will use the following signals in order to make sure that what I am about to say is not misunderstood as utterances of displeasure within the confines of my role:

1. “Time Out” (or, if I am unable to speak: forming a T with my hands)

By using this signal, I indicate that I wish to take all current activities on hold in order to speak without the limits and restrictions of my role, and that I have something to declare which may affect the treatment I am about to receive. When this signal is used, the caretaker may not exercise any powers or authorizations provided by this declaration or by the caretaker agreement until I had the opportunity to speak freely.

2. “Game Over” (or, if I am unable to speak: throat-cutting gesture)

By using this signal, I indicate that I withdraw my consent and that I wish to stop all activities and all current restrictions until I declare otherwise. Until I expressly confirm that I wish to continue, all authorizations are on hold and may not be exercised under any circumstances.

§ 4 – Right of termination in case of withdrawal

I am aware that the powers listed below are necessary to provide my caretaker with the authority that is required for the effective execution of the caretaker agreement.

Therefore, I hereby grant my caretaker the right to terminate said contract in case of any alteration or withdrawal of this declaration or its provisions made without his/her consent that would render him/her incapable of performing his/her duties under said agreement.

This right may only be exercised after all attempts to reach an understanding and to agree on alternate provisions have failed.

III. Waiver and Declaration of Consent

In accordance with these general provisions, I hereby make the following declarations of my own volition and free from any undue influence or force:

1) I consent to be forced to wear diapers at all times.

I hereby waive the right to wear any underwear except diapers and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to ensure that I stay diapered at all times.

For this purpose, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- take away all my underwear except diapers

- punish me whenever I refuse to wear diapers or whenever I try to remove my diaper without permission

- prevent removal of worn diapers by use of lockable clothing items (e.g. locking plastic pants or onesies) or restraints (e.g. locking mittens)

- check my diaper at any time to make sure it has not been tampered with

- restrain me when putting me in diapers and during diaper changes so that I cannot resist being diapered

- try to create an emotional dependence on diapers by applying stimuli that make me associate wearing diapers with comfort, security and pleasure, and not wearing them with pain and discomfort

- convince me that being seen in diapers is nothing to be afraid of (e.g. by frequent outings in barely concealed diapers)

- convince me that I am already diaper dependent and no longer have any other option but to stay in diapers

2) I consent to be deprived of all potty privileges.

I hereby waive the right to choose how and when to relieve myself and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to ensure that I have no other choice but to use my diapers for their intended purposes under any circumstances.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- make all toilets and bathrooms inaccessible

- prevent me from removing my diaper without permission

- punish me for any attempt to avoid using my diapers (preferably in a manner that forces me to use them)

3) I consent to be diaper trained.

I hereby waive the right to remain continent and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to diaper train me so that I give up all control over my bladder and bowels until I am fully diaper dependent and unable to go without them.

In particular, they may do the following to achieve this result, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- ensure that I use my diaper as often as possible by means of increased fluid intakes, diuretics, laxatives and special diets (letting me know of these measures is not required, provided that all medical limits are observed and that there is no risk of physical harm)

- check my diaper throughout the day and punish me, if I have not used it adequately

- make me listen to incontinence hypnosis in order to cause bedwetting and loss of bladder and bowel control

- make me doubt my remaining continence (e.g. by setting me up to have accidents) and convince me that I am already too diaper dependent to ever regain my potty training

- condition me to give up control by applying stimuli that make me subconsciously associate letting go in my diaper with pleasure and comfort and holding it in with pain and discomfort, until I unconsciously refrain from exercising such control

- train me to keep my sphincter muscles in a relaxed state for prolonged periods of time, e.g. by making me do reverse kegel exercises (inflatable plugs and similar devices may be used to actively facilitate this process for the anal sphincters)

- prevent me from exercising control over my bladder and bowels for a certain amount of time by use of catheters, hollow buttplugs, and/or similar devices (long-term use is restricted; catheters may only be used for up to five consecutive days with at least two weeks of rest between each application; buttplugs may only be used for up to 12 hours per day, or for up to 24 hours followed by at least two days of rest)

4) I consent to have my freedom of movement and my physical abilities restricted.

I hereby waive the right to maintain my freedom of movement and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to restrain me and to limit my physical abilities whenever they deem it appropriate.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- confine me to my crib, a play pen or similar areas suitable for a baby

- restrain me to prevent me from interfering with their care (e.g. when being fed or during diaper changes)

- restrain me to render me incapable of performing certain actions on my own, so that I have to rely on them like an actual baby (e.g. with padded mittens, spreader-bars, etc.)

- use restraints when administering a punishment so that I cannot interfere with it

- use pacifier gags or similar devices to keep my mouth occupied and to ensure that I stay silent when it is required

5) I consent to be deprived of all privacy towards my caretaker and his/her representatives.

I hereby waive my right to privacy and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to make sure that I am supervised at all times.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- supervise me at all times or employ baby sitters and other personnel to do so in their stead

- accompany me at all times or make me go with them whenever possible

- use baby monitors or similar devices to check on me under any circumstances

- check the state of my diaper and make me give true feedback concerning its usage, regardless of the circumstances

- access any part of my body in any way they like whenever they deem it necessary

- track my location and my activities by use of suitable tracking devices and/or software

6) I consent to be humiliated.

I hereby waive the right to be treated in a respectful manner and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to tease me and to force me into humiliating situations.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent, until I expressly declare otherwise:

- tease me, e.g. for looking and behaving like a baby, for needing diapers, for being too immature, etc.

- make me humiliate myself (e.g. by forcing me to beg for something in a babyish manner or by forcing me to behave like an infant)

- humiliate me by treating me in an exceptionally babyish manner (even in presence of other people)

- make me have accidents or leaks in public (e.g. being fed laxatives before going out; going out while wearing a diaper with punctured outer layer)

- make me use my diaper on command (even with other people watching)

- dress me in a humiliating manner (e.g. noticeable diaper bulge, diaper showing above waistband, childish clothes, accessories indicating my babyhood, etc.)

- force me to touch and smell my used diapers by wrapping them around my head as a diaper hood (even messy ones)

- write humiliating things on my skin or my diaper (may be hard to wash off, but only temporary in nature; must be concealable when at work or in public)

- reveal the fact that I need to wear diapers, provided that my identity is protected and that it happens in a socially acceptable manner (e.g. to the store personnel when buying new diapers)

- make up a reason, why I need to wear diapers and force me to confirm it when someone asks about my diapers

- make me post pictures or reports concerning my new life or the punishments I receive online, provided that my identity remains protected and that my name and my face are not revealed

7) I consent to receive corporal punishments.

I hereby waive my right to be free from corporal punishments and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to discipline me by inflicting physical pain or discomfort, insofar as it complies with the limits set out in the caretaker agreement and that there is no danger of causing any serious or long-lasting harm.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- spank me on my bare/diapered bottom and/or my thighs (with hand, hairbrush or paddle; harsher devices such as tawse, cane or belt may be used only in extraordinarily severe cases)

- cause painful cramps by administering large enemas, suppositories or high doses of laxatives and by preventing me from relieving myself for a certain amount of time (additional ingredients may be added to make it more painful, e.g. glycerin, etc.; medical limits need to be observed)

- force me to remain in a used diaper until I suffer from diaper rash (proper aftercare required; long-term damage must be avoided)

- fill my diaper with things that cause pain or discomfort (e.g. stinging nettles, inserts with spikes, etc.)

- cause pain or discomfort by stretching my anal sphincter with large plugs or similar objects (either by repeatedly inserting them or by forcing me to retain them for several hours); damage to sphincter and colon must be avoided at all costs

8) I consent to be restricted in my sexual autonomy.

I hereby waive my right to choose under which circumstances and in which manner I may be subjected to sexual stimulation, and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to either withhold or inflict such sexual stimulation at their discretion.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- prevent me from pleasuring myself and keep me in chastity (e.g. with a fitting chastity device or by means of restraints)

- prevent me from accessing my genitals and punish me for any attempt to stimulate them

- stimulate my genitals directly or indirectly (e.g. through a diaper) and use appropriate devices (e.g. sex toys, vibrators, etc.) to administer such stimulation

- administer anal stimulation and/or prostate massages

- bring me to the edge and leave me frustrated

- force me to orgasm several times in a row

- use sexual stimulation as an incentive to facilitate my diaper training (e.g. stimulation only in fully used diapers)

9) I consent to have almost all aspects of my daily life decided for me.

I hereby waive all rights and responsibilities in regard to the following aspects of my daily life and grant my caretaker absolute authority in these regards within the scope set out in the caretaker agreement and in accordance with the following provisions:

a. Appearance

b. Personal Hygiene

c. Sustenance & Diet

d. Fitness & Physical Health

e. Recreational Activities

f. Finances

g. Living Conditions

a. Appearance

I hereby waive the right to determine my outer appearance and the right to alter it in any way without permission of my caretaker.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects:

- Clothes & Accessories (including diapers & all baby gear)

- Hairstyle & Hair Color (including wigs, extensions, etc.)

- Makeup & Cosmetics

- Scents & Fragrances (including fragrant products like baby powder etc.)

I hereby grant my caretaker the authority to make any alterations that do not violate the limits set out in the caretaker agreement and vow to abide by them until he/she decides otherwise.

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- dress and undress me (by force if necessary)

- diaper me and dress me in plastic pants and other baby gear (type and number of diapers and inserts is chosen by caretaker)

- force me to visibly wear certain items or accessories (even if they belong to the opposite sex or indicate my babyhood)

- expose any part of my body or my diaper (insofar as it does not violate any limit and is performed in a socially acceptable manner)

- have my hair cut, styled, dyed or otherwise modified

- have my facial hair trimmed or removed

- have my body hair removed and its regrowth prevented

- apply makeup, nail polish and other cosmetic products

- treat me with fragrant products or fragrant substances (even unpleasant smells are allowed)

However, none of these measures may be applied in any way that would violate the limits set out in the caretaker agreement, in particular the provisions concerning the right to maintain a professional appearance in all work-related matters and the safeguards required when in public.

b. Personal Hygiene

I hereby waive the right to provide for my personal hygiene and fully submit to the care provided by my caretaker and his/her representatives in this regard.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects:

- Diaper Changes (including clean up)

- Taking care of bodily waste (including soiled clothes and diapers)

- Diaper Checks

- Baths & Showers

- Dental Hygiene

- Skin Care (Creams, Lotions, Powders, etc.)

I hereby authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to take all necessary steps to ensure my personal hygiene and vow to submit to their care without attempting to provide for it myself without their permission.

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- check my diaper under any circumstances (even in public and without giving prior notice)

- change my diaper and properly clean my diaper area (even in public, provided that it takes place in a socially acceptable manner, e.g. in a public changing room)

- force me to remain in a used diaper until they decide that I need a change

- wash and clean any part of my body in any manner they deem necessary (by force if required)

- brush my teeth and apply other forms of dental care

- apply skin care products to any part of my body (type and amount is determined by caretaker)

- deny me certain measures as punishment, provided that there is no risk of causing any long-term harm (e.g. less diaper changes, no protection against diaper rash)

c. Sustenance & Diet

I hereby waive the right to choose how to sustain myself and grant my caretaker and his/her representatives absolute authority in this regard, provided that I receive all necessary nutrients to stay fit and healthy.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to choose which types of food and drinks are to be consumed under which circumstances

- the right to determine which amounts of which foods and drinks are to be consumed

- the right to choose in which state the food and the drinks are to be consumed (e.g. after putting the food through a blender)

- the manner in which food and drinks are to be consumed (e.g. via bottle/sippy cup; fed by caretaker; etc.)

- the right to determine which ingredients are used for the preparation of my food and my drinks (dietary requirements and medical limits must be observed)

I fully submit to my caretaker and his/her representatives in this regard and authorize them to ensure that I am sustained in a way that is suitable for a healthy adult baby.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- prevent me from feeding myself (use of restraints is allowed) and feed me instead (by force, if necessary)

- make me feed myself in a babyish way (e.g. only using my hands)

- force me to eat and drink what I am given, regardless of the taste and the ingredients

- restrict may access to any other types of food and drinks than the ones provided by them

- enforce a diet designed to facilitate my diaper training (e.g. lots of fiber, fruits, foods containing large amounts of water, etc.)

- mix diuretics, laxatives or similar substances into my food and into my drinks to facilitate my diaper training and to erode my trust in my continence (this may be done without my knowledge, but only within the recommended dosages and not on a regular basis)

d. Fitness & Physical Health

I hereby waive my right to determine how and under which conditions I exercise, and grant my caretaker absolute authority in this regard. He/she may establish a fitness regimen suitable for my needs and enforce it with the means of discipline provided in the caretaker agreement.

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- put me on a diet, until I reach optimal weight

- force me to work out and exercise the way they tell me to (this may even take place in public or in a fitness studio)

- check my weight, my BMI, my vitals, etc.

- discipline me if I start to slack off

e. Recreational Activities

I hereby waive my right to choose how I spend my free time and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to ensure that all my activities are suitable for the adult baby that I am.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to use entertainment items or media that are not suitable for a young child

- the right to decide which toys, which entertainment items and which media may be used under which circumstances

- the right to decide which activities I may or may not partake in during my free-time

- the right to choose where and when to partake in which activities

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- replace all entertainment items, media files or toys that are not suitable for a young child with more appropriate alternatives (e.g. baby toys)

- install parental locks on all electronic devices insofar as they are not needed for work

- plan outings and outdoor activities without my knowledge and surprise me with whatever they have planned for me

- make me partake in babyish activities such as playing with baby toys, watching pre-school tv, etc.

- organize playdates with other ABDLs and their respective caretakers

- prevent me from going out without supervision

- prevent me from engaging in any non-permitted activities

- force me to engage in activities that I do not like (e.g. ballet, etc.) as if they actually were my hobby

f. Finances

I hereby waive the right to govern my own financial matters and to exercise control over my own property and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to do so in my stead, provided that they govern it with my benefit in mind.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to access my bank accounts or to use any other means of obtaining money

- the right to choose which amounts of money I may spend for which purposes

- the right to establish any contractual obligations with other persons

- the right to decide how my property is used and whether or not I may keep it or whether or not I have to dispose of it

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- limit my financial recourses to a small allowance that barely covers my daily needs

- insist that I am too immature to buy things on my own and make me depend on them to get what I need

- take hold of my bank accounts and my money and prevent me from making any unpermitted dispositions in regard to my property (their powers are limited to proper maintenance and may not be used to my financial disadvantage)

- get rid of property that I no longer need and replace it with more suitable alternatives (if the items are valuable, they have to ensure that I receive proper compensation)

g. Living Conditions

I hereby waive the right to maintain my own lodgings and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to alter my living conditions in any way they see fit that does not violate the limits of the caretaker agreement or of this declaration and does not interfere with my professional obligations.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to live on my own and maintain separate lodgings

- the right to determine where I live and in which kind of lodgings I reside

- the right to determine how my lodgings are furnished and how they are designed

- the right to keep my own furniture (e.g. furniture that is not designed for a baby)

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- find more suitable lodgings for my care and force me to move in with them

- replace my furniture with more suitable baby furniture in my size

- turn my room into a nursery

- force me to get rid of my previous lodgings

IV. Limits

None of the declarations listed above may be interpreted in any manner that would allow my caretaker or his/her representatives to either do or cause me to do any of the following:

- activities that may be considered illegal or indecent at the place of my residence or at the place where the respective action is to be performed

- activities that would reveal the nature of this relationship and anything relating to its contents and to my diaper fetish to people who may know of my identity, unless I have given express permission to do so

- activities that would reveal my identity to people who know about my diaper wearing habits or my diaper fetish, unless I have given express permission to do so

- activities that would risk to interfere with my career and/or my professional obligations, insofar as I am employed and/or pursuing a career

- activities that may cause any serious or long-term harm

- activities that are intended to be to my financial disadvantage and dispositions in regard to my property for which there is no proper compensation

V. Duration

All of these provisions and declarations shall remain in force and binding until I declare otherwise in accordance with the general provisions of this declaration.

_______________________ _______________________________

         Place and Date                            Signature of the charge

The following is a corresponding declaration of the caretaker in which he/she declares to abide by all provisions and to respect the limits and responsibilities that come with the relationship.

Annex 2 – Declaration of Compliance (Caretaker)

I, ________________________, hereby declare that I have read and understood all my responsibilities as a caretaker and vow to properly take care of my charge __________________________ so that he/she may thrive and become a healthy and well-behaved adult baby.

I further declare that I have understood the extent of the powers granted by my charge and acknowledge that he/she may withdraw his/her consent regarding any part of these authorizations at any time and under any circumstances without any need for a reason or justification. In case of such withdrawal, I vow to respect his/her wishes and promise to refrain from any undue influence or force that may prevent him/her from exercising his/her right to end this relationship.

I vow to abide by all limits and restrictions stipulated in the caretaker agreement and in the corresponding declaration of consent and promise to exercise my powers and authorities with caution to avoid any risk of violating these limits.

Correspondingly, I vow to ensure that all representatives and all other parties involved in this relationship are subject to the same restrictions and that they maintain secrecy regarding the nature and the details of this relationship.  

_______________________ _______________________________

         Place and Date                            Signature of Caretaker

Btw Whumpee isn’t a minor, Caretaker calls em kid just cuz. I don’t condone the whumping of actual children, just a disclaimer.

Whumpee felt their back hit the wall, felt their knees giving out, heard the tell-tale ringing in their ears. The ringing of a gunshot. They realized numbly. Their hands were still secured tightly behind their back, the zip ties so tight they were beginning to lose feeling in their finger tips.

“Shit!” 

“How did you miss? They’re ten feet in front of you!” 

Whumpee heard the two arguing, but it was far away, underwater. All they could focus on was the burning sensation that was bubbling up in their abdomen and the feeling that they were losing too much blood. 

“They ducked! Caught me off guard.” 

Whumpee felt eyes on them as the two looked over.

“What’s it matter? Gonna die anyway and it’s not like they can scream.” One knelt down in front of Whumpee, frowning. They were right. Even if they hadn’t gagged Whumpee, their throat felt closed completely. Like their vocal chords were already sealed shut in preparation for ‘dead men tell no tales.’

As if to prove their point, the first one dug the barrel of their gun into Whumpee’s stomach, into the bullet hole. Whumpee curled into themselves, mind screaming as they felt their skin splitting. But all that came out was a muffled whimper, eyes squeezed shut. 

“Whatever. Just put ‘em out of their misery already. We gotta clean up all this blood, ain’t got time to just sit here and watch them die.” 

“Okay.” They both rose as the first one pressed the gun against Whumpee’s forehead. “Whatever you say.”

Three shots rang out. Whumpee flinched, expecting the bite of a bullet. It never came. Instead, they felt gentle hands pulling the gag from their mouth and cutting through the plastic around their wrists. 

They opened their eyes slowly, blinking. Caretaker was kneeling in front of them, eyebrows furrowed as they assessed the damage. 

“Thanks.” Whumpee rasped. 

“Ambulance is on the way. You’re gonna need to stay awake, okay kid?” Caretaker raised their brows and looked them in the eyes. “Can you do that for me?” 

Whumpee smiled weakly and licked their lips to say, ‘‘sure think, boss’ or something but the words died in their throat. Their eyes were getting heavy, and they felt tired. It would be okay. They brought their hands up, reaching for Caretaker feebly before they slumped forward and their eyes rolled shut. 

It would be okay.