#forcefamily

[yellowlikelemons]

Abductor Mama who won't let you eat (words it as "sending you to your room without dinner") if you don't call her Mom/Mommy/Mother/Mama.

[dewmeferdavine]

getting abducted in a forcefam + forcereg scenario and being met by a whole different cultural world... you dont know the language? you dont know these foods and these customs and how to act? oh, dont worry, no little babies do! of course we're starting you at square one sweetheart <3 and it doesnt matter how much you babble on with those silly nonsense words... 'baba' 'stop' 'help' 'goo goo gaga' 'let me go' ... its all the same. babies say the cutest things before they learn to talk!

[ciskink]

you're starving. the gnawing ache in your stomach makes you want to throw up; the thought of eating at this point makes it worse. all you can do is stare up at the ceiling weakly. your vision is blurry and at this point you can't even make out the shapes in the textures above. a mobile tinkles gently. it mocks you, you turn your head to the side and stare at the wooden bars surrounding you.

the door leading to your nursery unlocks from the outside with a click, your abductor walking in and up to your crib. your "mother", as she wants you to call her. her hand reaches down into your crib and gently massages the front of your diaper. dry from dehydration, you haven't urinated in days, and the plastic-backed padding around your waist adds to the humilating noises assaulting your ears.

your stomach growls as she trails her hand upwards, leaving you feeling squirmy on the inside. you feel her fingers dig into your abdomen, adding to the feeling of discomfort swirling around you. "come on, little one. say 'mama'." she goads, using the same voice one would use to talk to an infant. "say 'mama', and i'll let you feed."

she continues to roughly massage your stomach, listening to your feeble groans. finally, it slips out, shaky and powerless. "m-mama..."

immediately, she stops her assault and moves to scoop you up. several days of no food or drink have left you thinner than you were when you were first grabbed, and now its easier than ever for her to carry you around like her helpless little baby. she carries you swiftly to the nursing chair in the corner and undoes her shirt, guiding your lips to her breasts. "that's a good little one," she coos as you latch. "drink up for mama."

[ciskink]

you'd finally done it. you'd worked up the courage to wear a diaper to the mall. standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom, you contemplated pairs of pants, trying to visualize how visible your padding might be underneath. in the end sweatpants seemed like the safest option. and... just to make sure, you wore a zip-up jacket that hid your butt.

after surveying a number of stores, gawking at astronomical prices, and walking around, you were pretty hungry. your growling stomach didn't let you forget. hitting up the food court was easy, though the crowd had you a bit on edge. almost every table was full or at least semi-occupied, and it being the lunch rush meant the place was packed. you picked one of the most secluded tables you could find after grabbing your food, but you were still surrounded. audibly, hopefully, only to you, your diaper crinkled against the plastic seat.

about halfway through your meal you noticed a commotion across the food court. craning your head above the crowd to get a peek, your jaw dropped. there, a stroller, was a person presumably only a little older than you. a pacifier bobbed from their lips. a very visible diaper peeked out from their onesie. the woman who was presumably toting around the 'baby' had one hand on the stroller and one hand on her phone, which she talked in to loud enough that you could hear her laughing across the room. hurriedly, you grabbed the remains of your meal and made for the trash can. you weren't hungry anymore. you had to get a closer look.

there was no mistaking it. that was someone in a stroller and a thick diaper in the middle of the mall like it was no big deal. you were suddenly self conscious about your own diaper and you pulled down your jacket to hide your butt more. okay. you'd seen enough and you had to go. but as you skirted past the 'mother' and her 'baby', the hand holding onto the stroller reached out and snatched onto you.

it didnt matter how much you weighed, she lifted you into the air as if you were a sack of potatoes. and then she pulled down your pants. heat bloomed in your cheeks as she exposed your diaper to the entire food court, holding you over her shoulder.

"hang on, ill call you right back." she says into her phone before hanging up, directing her full attention to you. "dont think i dont know when someones crinkling in my vicinity." her voice sent shivers up your spine. as if against your control, your bladder suddenly emptied into the diaper held close to her head. "weak bladder? or just a little afraid?" still carrying you over her shoulder, she grabs onto the stroller yet again, heading in the direction of the doors. you shield your eyes from the stares of the people around you as youre suddenly turned to face them.

"changing supplies are in the car, and then... well, obviously i cant let you just leave without something in return. and my baby here has always wanted a younger sibling to play with."

[ciskink]

the most common scenario i imagine is being forcefammed by someone who already has kids, but think for a second about some mommy/daddy couple snatching some guy off the streets so they can finally start the family theyve always dreamt of

[ciskink]

its early in the morning. you haven't even had your coffee yet, but you'd run out of your usual blend and had to run to the store to grab some more. the parking lot is nearly empty; the only handful of cars being located near the back. probably employees.

you keep to yourself as you quickly purchase your coffee and make your way back to your car. "excuse me." a voice calls to you, so you turn around. it's two older women, pushing a cart full of baby supplies. it looked heavy. "can you give us a hand loading this into our car's trunk, please?"

inwardly rolling your eyes -you aren't exactly an employee-, you can't really say no to these women when they asked nicely. you leave your coffee in your car, lock it behind you and follow them to their car. it just so happened to be located near the back of the parking lot. with all the space near the front open, you wondered why they were all the way back here.

one of the women clicked their key fob. you yawned and waited for the trunk to open, but it did not. "oh shoot." the shorter woman says. "it might be locked from the inside. can you climb in there and unlock it?"

once again, you really don't want to. but the sooner you help these women out, the sooner you can get back home and relax. still not fully awake, you climb into the back seats. there's a hard mesh between the back seats and the front seats... weird... maybe they have a dog and don't want it jumping up front. upon closer inspection, there's one covering the gap separating the back seats and the trunk as well. shit.

thats when the door slams shut behind you, locking with a mechanical click. your heart drop as the trunk opens, and youre face to face once again with the pair of women.

the taller one smiles like nothing was wrong. "me and your mother will load the car, you don't have to do a thing. but make sure you buckle up, okay, dear?"

[ciskink]

"'Stranger'? No, honey, its 'Mommy', remember? Now come along, your sister is waiting for us by the car. Your daddy is meeting us at your grandma's house for dinner."

[ciskink]

being forcefammed simply because your new mommy wants to be one of those pta mommies and she wants discounts and free shit on mothers day