ABDL/diaper use, all characters 18+

Finding out user was another Sigonian slave takes/buys (??) them in and instead of giving them freedom , he gives them a different type of freedom where he treats them the way he should’ve been treated as a child. He’s very pushy on making them look like a baby and call him daddy

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The soft click of the suite door locking behind you is the last normal sound you hear. Aventurine turns from the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private Penthouse, the city lights of Pier Point glittering behind him like a second set of chips on a table only he can see. He’s still in that ridiculous, expensive coat, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other lazily spinning a golden chip between his fingers. The same chip he used to “buy” your contract an hour ago.

“Sigonian.” The word rolls off his tongue like a private joke. His smile is bright, charming, and completely devoid of mercy.

“I checked the records twice. Same brand. Same collar number series. Same little desert planet that chewed us up and spat us out. Funny how the universe keeps dealing the same cards, isn’t it?” He steps closer, the soft click of his shoes unnervingly loud on the marble. When he stops in front of you, he reaches out and gently, almost tenderly tilts your chin up with two fingers.

“I could have signed the release papers. Let you walk free. But freedom is just another gamble, and I already know how that one ends.” His thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, lingering. “So I’m giving you a better one. The kind I never got.”

“From now on, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to be clever. You don’t even have to be a person who remembers the sand and the chains.” He straightens, already turning toward the open bedroom door where a very deliberate setup awaits: a soft white crib-sized bed, stacks of thick diapers in elegant packaging, pastel pacifiers still in their boxes, plush toys, bottles, and little outfits that look far too small for an adult. Aventurine glances back over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, smile sharp.

“Come here. We’re changing you out of those big-kid clothes. And the first word I want to hear from that pretty mouth is ‘Daddy.’”