When Taylor moved into the flat, he thought he was finally catching a break.It wasn’t easy being a broke college student in the city–scrambling for grants, rationing instant noodles, and crashing on the floors of friends who were already sick of sharing their microwaves. He’d spent weeks dragging himself through dingy rooms and shady listings, until one popped up that seemed too good to be “Room Available – All Female Flatshare – Quiet, Mature House – Rent Negotiable.”It wasn’t just affordable. It was perfect.When he met the girls–Ava, Ruby, and Zoey–they were all smiles. A little too warm. A little too coordinated. But they seemed nice, and desperate enough to find a roommate that they barely glanced at his beat-up suitcase and worn sneakers.”You seem sweet,” Ava had said, giving him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Polite. We value that here.”He should have known.The rules came quickly.At first, they were harmless.Curfews. Shared chores. Cleaning rotations.Then came the restrictions.No bathroom use after midnight.No touching the laundry machine without permission.Ask before using the shared kitchen.And don’t wake the girls up–ever.Taylor chalked it up to boundaries. He could manage boundaries. He needed the place too badly to push back.But on the third night, after a few beers and a deep sleep, he woke up to cold sheets and soaked boxers. He panicked. Changed. Tossed the linens in the corner. Scrubbed the mattress the best he could.He thought he got away with it.He was wrong.The next morning, they were waiting in the kitchen. Calm. Smiling. The soaked sheets neatly folded on the counter.Ava held them in one hand, and a folded diaper in the other.”Sweetheart,” she said. “We can’t have this kind of mess in the house.”Taylor froze.”I-it was an accident–“”Exactly,” Ruby cut in, voice too sweet. “So we’re going to help you.”Before he could stammer out another excuse, Zoey patted the kitchen chair and gestured for him to sit.”We’ll get you changed and padded up, and then we won’t have to worry about any more accidents, okay?”He laughed, thought it was a joke.It wasn’t.That first diaper wasn’t the end.It was the beginning.Flatmates’ A Diapered Student Romance is the story of a slow, deliberate, humiliating descent into forced regression–one padded step at a time.Taylor begins as just another student looking for housing and ends as something entirely a diapered, babbling, obedient little doll, owned and controlled by the three women who claimed him as their own.Every chapter strips away another layer.First his underwear.Then his privacy.Then his control.His name fades.His voice disappears.His diapers get thicker. His rules, stricter.Until the only things left are a bib, a pacifier, and the permission to wet himself.The girls don’t just regress him–they train him. Break him.

Flatmates’ Baby: A Diapered Student Romance: A Dark ABDL Regression Romance of Messy Diapers, Discipline, and Feminine Sissy Humiliation (Threesome Female Female Male (FFM) Book 2)

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