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This is my first story. I am not a writer, editor, English major, in fact did not go past high school. I passed English with a solid C-, and I am usually high and horny when I work on this lol so I apologize now for any grammatical errors, sentence structures, changing tenses, paragraph breaking, etc... Lazy Bum (Day 0&1) Day 0 “Give me your phone.” Kim stated holding out her hand. “What?” I said not understanding why she is asking for my phone right now. “Give me your phone.” She repeated more sternly. “Why?” again not sure why she is asking for my phone. “I am taking it from you. It seems to be a distraction for you in finding a job so I am going to take it from you.” “What, like you’re grounding me from my phone?” “If it helps you to think of it in childish terms, then sure, I’m grounding you from your phone.” She said rolling her eyes, “God you’re such a child.” “No way! That is ridiculous, I’m a grown man, there’s no way I’m being grounded!” She chuckled at me when I said ‘grown man’ “You were only supposed to be here for a short period of time, like maybe a month. It has been almost 5 now. And the only thing you seem to use your phone for anyway is to look at porn and jerk off.” I tried to interject but she continued over me, “I see the crusty tissues in the trash when I get home. Not just one either, but several. I’ve never gone through and counted, because… eww I’m not touching your disgusting mess. So maybe if you didn’t have porn as a distraction, you could find a job and get your own place. Then you can jerk off all over the place whenever you want.” She held out her hand again, looking straight at me with a stern look in her eyes and said “So, give me your phone.” “No,” I said. "This is ridiculous, I’m not giving you my phone just because you told me to.“ I could see her starting to fume, "I am going to make this very simple for you, give me your phone, or get your shit and get out.” “Fine,” I said. “I went to the back room I had been staying in, and packed up my stuff. I didn’t have much, when stuck having to couch surf best to have things that can fit in a couple bags. After ten minutes I had all my things and was heading out the door. She was waiting for me, held out her hand and just said "Key.” I reached in my pocket and handed her back her spare key, and walked out the door with not even a goodbye from either of us. I was still so pissed, and obviously by the look on her face she was too. I got an Oober, but didn’t know where I was going. This wasn’t a planned out thing, so I just went to a bar to have a drink and figure out my next move. I went through my phone to find a place to crash for the night. I sent out a mass text, to anyone on my phone that was in the area “Hey guys, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Thanks.” I had a drink as the responses began to come in, like “sorry man,” or “wish I had the room,” and that was from the ones that did respond. Desperate trying to figure out what to do, I sent a Fakebook post to reach anyone that I may know saying, “Hey, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Or if you know someone that has the room. Even a couch would be great. Thanks.” I had another drink and waited for someone to help me out. The responses I was getting back on Fakebook were the same as the texts. It was getting late and no one had come to help me out, so not sure what to do, I decided to find some cheap hotel in the area. I didn’t really have the money for it, but I can put it on my credit card. Besides it is just for one night, by the morning someone should come through for me. I settled in my room and as soon as I kicked off my shoes and laid on the bed, I went to a couple of my favorite porn sites, and went to my favorites on my accounts. I had so many things, usually along the lines of degrading things done to women. Things like bukkake, and pov blowjobs while the guy is verbal humiliating her, gangbangs, and things like that. I would watch bukkake porn and love seeing a woman there covered in cum, while guy after guy releases his load on her, the cum all over her face, on her lips, some seeping in her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her tits. Seeing a girl like that serving all these men, I would sometime imagine that the girl was Kim and I was the last guy that cums on her face. Or videos of guys dominating women while she services him, from his point of view so I can pretend it is me telling her to get on her knees and to crawl over to me, to undo my pants and start sucking my cock. Calling her a slut, a bitch, a cum hungry little whore. Grabbing her pigtails like handlebars and shoving my dick down her throat, while she gags and takes it. I’d love to do that to Kim, holding my cock down her throat as I cum into her stomach. The amount of times I have cum thinking of doing these things to her. A lot of those tissues she mentioned were from just that. I went through some of these videos on my phone jerking off until I came on my stomach, tired and not really caring I wiped my cum off on the bed sheet and went to sleep. Day 1 In the morning when I woke up I checked my phone and nothing new, just a couple more responses of “best of luck finding something.” Check out isn’t for another 3 hours, so I went back to my porn sites and jerked off to more of my favorite videos. Just like last night after I came and I wiped it off on the sheets. I tried to figure out what to do after check out, I figure I could walk around until something came up. Before check out I jerked off one more time and wiped it on the sheets again. I took my two bags and checked out. I walked around with my bags for a couple hours, I went to a fast food place to get a late lunch off the dollar menu, and had to decide what to do. I could get another hotel room, but I couldn’t really afford to keep getting a room. I didn’t even have the money for the one last night, but hopefully I’ll have the money by the time my credit card bill comes in. No one seems to be coming to my rescue. Maybe Kim has calmed down and will let me come back. Maybe she’s calm enough and will realize how ridiculous it is for her to try and ground me from my phone. But even if she still wants my phone, that’s a small price to pay for a roof over my head. I was humiliated knocking on her door, having to crawl back to her, so when I knocked it ended up being barely audible. I took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. After waiting for a minute she answered the door and said “What do you want?” “Hey Kim, I was wondering if…” I was trying to find the words. “If… use your big boy words, what are you wondering?” “Um… if… I mean… you know… with uh yester… I mean… umm…” The stern look on her face and her mocking tone threw me off and I could only seem to stammer. “You were wondering if you could come back and stay with me?” she said in an almost icy tone. Unable to look her in the eyes anymore, I looked down and said “Yes.” “Are you sorry with how you talked to me?” she asked in a condescending tone. Still looking down I said, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes, I am sorry for how I talked to you.” “Are you going to listen to my rules from now on?” “Yes.” “Yes what? Use your words.” I felt like a little child having to repeat back to her everything, “I am going to listen to your rules from now on.” “Good! Let’s start by you giving me your phone.” She stated in a more relaxed and friendly tone. Prepared for that I gave her my phone, and she opened the door more to let me in. As I passed by her she then exclaimed, “Jesus you smell. Where did you stay last night? Did you even shower? You smell like a cheap whore, sweat, and cum.” I turned slightly red at how she stated it. I didn’t even think of taking a shower at the hotel. In the evening I was so exhausted I just jerked off and went to bed, and in the morning I didn’t even think about it I just jerked off a couple times before checkout. Not caring for a response she said, “Why don’t you go take a shower now.” “Okay,” I said as I was continuing to take my things to the back room. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked going back to her stern voice. Not sure what I did wrong “I was just taking my things to the back room to get my things settled in.” “I told you 'now.’ I didn’t say after you settled in to shower, I said now, so now means exactly that. I don’t want you leaving that nasty stench all over the house. We haven’t really gone over the rules of the house, sense you were only supposed to be here a short time, I never thought I’d have to worry about making them. But for now you need to know the number 1 rule that applies no matter what. What I say goes. Which means you will listen to me and do what I say when I say. There are other rules, but for now this is the only one you should worry about. Is that understood?” I was so taken aback by all of this. I was not expecting her to be like this at all. I didn’t even know she could be so stern, I was a little intimidated, I nodded. “I thought you had learned to use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” “Then why are you still standing here? Set your things down and get your ass in that shower.” I set my things down and went to the bathroom. While I was undressing I saw the door handle jiggle, then Kim knocked on the door. Still in my boxers I said “Yes?” With a little anger in her voice, “Open this door.” I unlocked the door and opened it, standing there in only my boxers. “I don’t like the idea of you being on the other side of a locked door, so from this point on you are not allowed to lock any doors.” She pointed at my boxers and exclaimed, “What is that!?” Looking down I noticed she was point to the cum that had stained on my boxers from earlier. Embarrassed by her pointing this out, my face started feeling warm, I could tell I was turning red, I couldn’t think of how to answer this question. “Is that what I think it is?!” I could feel my face blushing, “You can’t even manage to control yourself enough not to soil your clothes.” I wanted to respond, to defend myself, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that will not make me sound like a pervert. Out of nowhere she asked, “Now, what are the rules so far?” Still trying to deal with her berating me about my cum stained boxers, “Um…” trying to switch gears in my head as quickly as she did to the rules, “they’re uhh…” finally recalling, “what you say goes, and um… I’m not allowed to lock doors.” “Very good! Next time without the stammering, you should know them by heart. And it’s only two right now. Anyway, your clothes are disgusting, put them in here,” as she held out an empty trash bag. Getting a little more used to this new side of her, I grabbed my clothes off the floor and put them in the trash bag. She looked unsatisfied and then looked at my cum stained boxers. Realizing what she was asking, I said “I will leave them on outside the door when I get in the shower.” With a heavy sigh she asked, “Are we already going to have start with the consequences of you breaking rules? I was hoping you could go at least what not even 10 minutes before having to start talking about punishments. I am not going to touch those disgusting things, and I certainly don’t want them touching any part of my home. So off.” Not even a clue as to what she had in mind with 'consequences’ and 'punishments’. Timidly I took off my boxers and as I stood up revealing my cock, she let out an involuntary chuckle. I quickly covered up, blushing even more. "I’m a grower not a shower,” I stated without much conviction. Laughing she says, “I hope so for any of the girls you have been with. Put those things in here,” she said holding out the trash bag. Covering myself with one hand I put my boxers in the trash. “Oh, no need for modesty. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. That wasn’t nice of me. It’s not your fault you have a tiny little thing.” This humiliation was getting to much, first my cum stained boxers, now the size of my cock, all within a minute of each other, I didn’t know what to do. Her being fully clothed and me covering my dignity with my hands, “I’m sure you are the grower,” chuckling again “now don’t cover up.” I slowly moved my hands away standing completely naked in front of her, she looked down again, “that little thing can’t be what an inch, inch and half at most. You’d have to be quite the grower for any woman to look at you seriously. Anyway, I’m going out for a little bit, shouldn’t be more than two hours. After you’re finished with your shower you can watch tv while you wait for me to get back. Now get cleaned up and really scrub that disgusting stench off of you.“ She closed the door and I proceeded to shower. I reflected on everything that just happened in the last 10 minutes. I was expecting her to be a little mad, but I figure it would just be her taking my phone and that would be it. I wasn’t expecting this. I looked down at my cock, thinking, it’s not that small. I mean it is compared to the guys I see in porn, but they are meant to have massive cocks. I’m sure it’s normal size. I saw that she had already tossed my soaps and shampoos. I used her body wash and shampoo, both of which had a feminine scent. I finished my shower dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to get some clean clothes. I went to the front room and didn’t see my bags there, so I went to the back room where I stay and didn’t see them there either. I looked around the house trying to find where she left my clothes, checked the wash as to maybe she washed them all. I was going to text her, but remembered she has my phone. So in just a towel I sat on the couch and watched tv. I was bored and wanted to jerk off. I wish I had my phone. There was a Victoria Secret commercial that played and I opened my towel and started stroking my cock. The commercial ended, so I closed my eyes using the memory of my porn. I was getting lost on thinking of the things I’d love to do to Kim, how she would be on her knees while I throat fucked her, her turning around and to stick my dick in her ass as she rides on it. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, when I heard the door being unlocked. In a panic I took my hands off of my throbbing member and covered myself up with a towel hoping my load won’t leak out. Kim walked in with grocery bags and shopping bags in hand. "Don’t get up.” she said. “I’m just going to put these things away.” She walked out of the room, as I was going to ask her where my clothes were, but she just walked out not even seeming to notice that I was talking to her. This at least gave my erection a little time to calm down, hopefully she won’t notice it. Not long after she came back with one bag in her hand, she had a very serious look on her face, I was too intimidated to even speak. She walked over to the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned off the tv. She was standing over me, looking down at me, as I was sitting on the couch in only a towel. My erection was quickly going down as she looked so intimidating. I began to stammer out some words to ask about my clothes. But she interrupted me before I could get an intelligible word out. “I’m going to need you to just sit there and listen. I don’t want any interruptions from you. Actually why don’t you just put your thumb in your mouth. As long as your thumb is in your mouth it will remind you to keep quiet. Because you are going to want to interrupt but I don’t want you to until I am done. After I tell you to take your thumb out of your mouth you will then have a chance to speak. If you understand, put your thumb into your mouth.” Perplexed by all of this, but I dare not argue with her I put my thumb in my mouth. “Good!” she exclaimed as if talking to a child, instead of a man… with his thumb in his mouth. “Now that thumb better stay in your mouth and you better not interrupt me. And I know you will want to interrupt me, but be good and don’t make me punish you.” With a pause she continued, “I’m sure you are wondering where your clothes are. They are not here, you can look all around but you will not find them. They are in my storage unit, you can have them back when you move out of here, but until you are ready to do that, they will stay there so don’t even bother asking for them. And no, you will not be walking around here naked. I don’t want to see that tiny thing between your legs. You will wear what I tell you to wear from now on, and that attire is not going to include jeans and t shirt, which seems to be the majority of your clothes.” Listening to this with my thumb in mouth, hearing that she is going to dress me now. I probably seemed like a child for anyone that would be looking in from the outside. “So…” she said reaching into the bag and pulling out a rectangle pink package, actually the package was clear, what was inside was pink, I couldn’t make out what it was, she opened the package pulled out a fluffy, pink, crinkling object that had some childish design like unicorns and princesses, and slowly I started realizing that this was a diaper. But not a baby diaper, and not one they sell at the grocery store for old people. But it was a baby diaper made to fit an adult. I let out an involuntary gasp with a tiny squeal, like a startled little girl. “That’s right, you will be wearing diapers. And before you think of interrupting remember your thumb is in your mouth, and I will not tolerate interruptions. You were the one that actually gave me this idea…” She paused waiting for me to recall giving her this idea. I thought back on what I would have said or done to give her an idea like this. I don’t recall once in the time I have known her even using the word diaper or mentioned babies, when she realized I wasn’t recalling she continued, “when you said that me taking your phone was like me grounding you, it made me think of how childish you have been acting. After that I realized you really are nothing more than an overgrown little child that can’t even keep his boxers dry. So I thought you should dress like a child. After I saw your Fakebook post and the responses people left, I had a feeling you would be crawling back here. I knew you wouldn’t come back to me unless you had no other options. So last night I looked online for some a place that sold just plain white diapers for you instead of just adult pullups, when I came across all these adult diapers with baby style print. I then found that there was a store hidden away in the next town over that sold them. Apparently there are a lot of perverts out there that get off on this kind of thing. I couldn’t believe it, there are so many of these people that are into this stuff that there’s a whole industry that specializes in it. But I guess whatever gets them off. Originally you were just going to be in diapers and maybe a t shirt, but thanks to those perverts there are plenty of clothes for you. It isn’t the largest store but it had so many things. There were so many sections of so many different diapers, clothing, toys, and other paraphernalia. They had this large crib, a changing table, a high chair, even a rocking horse. Apparently you can have it specially delivered to your home. I couldn’t believe that there was enough people into this stuff to create a market for this. The lady that runs the store, Beth, was so helpful too. I told her I was looking to replace all your boxers and clothes with diapers and baby clothes, and she was ecstatic. She thought this was some kind of kinky perverted role play sex thing,” she chuckled at the idea, “as if I would ever let you fuck me with that little thing.” I couldn’t believe she laughed at the idea of us fucking. This was such a blow to my fantasies of her on her knees covered in cum while she begs for me to cum in her mouth. Now it’s being replaced by her laughing at me. I listened to this confused and a little scared, trying to follow along, at some point in all of this I actually started to suck my thumb I was getting so nervous. Diapers, cribs, what is going on here? People into this stuff? I wanted to stop her talking and leave, but I did that yesterday and look at where I am now. But she continued on, “I showed her some of your clothes so she could figure out what size you were, she couldn’t believe how bad they smelt, I was so embarrassed I had to apologize for you. She told me not to worry, and said ‘if a little boy can’t take care of his grown up clothes then he shouldn’t have them.’ Which I couldn’t have said better myself. When she saw the cum stains on your boxers, the diapers made perfect sense to her. Because of how small you are they didn’t have boy style clothes that would fit you. So unfortunately the only clothes that would fit you were in the girls section.” She then pulled out from the shopping bag a white shirt that had a pink pleated skirt attached to it. The shirt had in big pink letters 'LITTLE PRINCESS’. “So here is an adorable little onesie,” she flipped the skirt up showing the snaps at the bottom. “I think it is just precious with the little pink skirt that’s attached to it, and it saying 'Little Princess’ in pink is just darling. I wasn’t originally intending on buying you girl clothes, but now I’m a little happy about it. They did have diapers for boys that fit you, but sense you were going to be a princess Beth thought it would be ideal that your diapers should reflect that, and I couldn’t agree more. I do have more clothes, but don’t worry you’ll see them soon enough. As for now you will be in a diaper and this onesie. So if you are going to stay here you will be wearing this. Your bathroom privileges will be revoked as well, I’ve gone ahead and locked the bathroom doors, so this diaper will be your potty. Though I have no intention of cleaning up any of your shit. Once a day, during a diaper change I wi allow you to sit on the big guirl potty ans shit before I put a new diaper on. There will be no discussions on this, there will be no leeway, don’t even ask if something can be changed, the answer is 'NO’, I’m not budging on any of these things. You do have the option to leave at any time. You will be in your diaper and dressed in whatever attire I choose. It will take me about an hour to get your clothes from storage, and once you leave you are never to return. So make sure you are certain that you want to leave, once I get back and you take your things you are officially banned from here. I don’t care how much you beg and plead, I don’t care if you are living on the streets cold and hungry. So be sure your living situation figured out. I’m sure there are going to be times that you will have an outburst and you will insist that you want your old clothes back. But with the two hour round trip it will give you a chance to calm down and decide if you are really ready to leave. If I get back and you change your mind, I will take the clothes back, but you will be punished for wasting two hours of my day. I’m hoping with you not having your phone and having to be dressed in such a childish way and using diapers it will motivate you to find a job so you can move out of here as quickly as possible. Believe it or not this is for your own good, and I am trying to help you, but I also think this is an appropriate punishment for how you have been acting these past several months. So I will let you take your thumb out of your mouth, and you can ask whatever questions you have. So go ahead take your thumb out,” she said coaxing me to do so. I couldn’t believe everything that she just stated. That was a lot of information to take in. A lot of odd information. But I figured the main points, either wear this ridiculous outfit of a pink diaper and onesies skirt or I’m homeless. Not much of a decision, I’m going to have to do this until I figure out my next move. I removed my thumb and asked, "Will have to wear diapers all the time?” “That’s right, the only time your diaper comes off is for bathes and diaper changes.” “Will I ever be allowed to… um… earn bathroom privileges?” “You mean like potty training?” Her voice perked up at this, and my face turned red, I was going to correct her and say not training, just to use, “I wouldn’t expect something like that in the foreseeable future. But I’m hoping if you’re dressed like this it will encourage you to find a job. But I guess if you end up here for that long and you are a good little girl… then maybe.” “Girl?” I blurted out before realizing. “Well of course, I mean these clothes are from the girl’s section so obviously they are for a girl. So you will be my little girl.” 'Fine, whatever’ I thought to myself, normal had already gone out the window. “What if I get a job interview? I can’t go dressed like a little girl in diapers.” “That’s the way you should be thinking!” She exclaimed with some pride in her voice. “If you get an interview then obviously you couldn’t go dressed like that and expect to get a job. So if that happens you can go dressed appropriate for the job, which also means no diaper. So your reward for having an interview is you can be without diapers for that time,” she finished as if talking to a child. That was a relief, at least she hasn’t gone all the way out of reality and expect me to leave here. I couldn’t think of any more questions, except for a lot of what’s and why’s. After a couple seconds of silence she said, “Well sense you have no more questions, put your thumb back in your mouth, lay down there and let’s get this diaper on you.” She pushed my shoulder down on the couch with one hand and holding the diaper in the other, I didn’t realize it at first I was still shocked with the fact that I’m going to be in a diaper soon. I stayed, still in shock allowing her to move my body. My thumb went back in my mouth, she undid my towel and laughed again, “Hasn’t grown yet I see,” I had no response except to look away. “Aww..” she chuckled, “don’t be bashful.” She raised my legs and I heard the diaper crinkle as she slid it underneath my ass. She pulled out some baby powder from the shopping bag, and sprinkled it all over me. Looking at my pubic hair she said, “Well this is going to have to go away. A baby girl should not have hair there. We’ll take care of it later though.” She began rubbing the powder on me and rubbing my cock. This was not how I ever imagined her touching my cock, I have wanted her to touch my cock for so long, the things I have thought of doing to her. Her on her knees worshiping my cock while I tell her what a little slut she is. Not with me under her control with a soft diaper under my butt and her rubbing powder on it. But even still I was getting excited, I could feel my cock grow. “Someone liking their diaper change she taunted.” It was already fully hard, if she would give me a handjob then maybe it won’t be the worst. I was so close to cumming before she got home. She laughed at my cock again, “Oh honey, you said you were a grower, and you did grow some, but that’s not enough for a woman. Oh my, have you ever measured it? Maybe I should measure it for you so you know.” I didn’t know how much more I could take of her taunting my cock. I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, “Oh poor baby, don’t cry, its okay. I won’t measure it, I’ll just tape it up in your diaper. And you can go on believing you’re a big man,” she giggled. This was getting to be too much. She lifted my legs again and rubbed the powder on my butt, then she lowered my butt back down and taped up the diaper. “How cute! You look so precious in this!” She rubbed her hand across the front of the diaper, with the diaper crinkling at her hand’s every movement. She squeezed the crotch of it, chuckling as she felt my hard on. She grabbed the onesie and raised my torso up so I was sitting up on the couch, “hands up” she said and I complied. She pulled the onesie over me and after my arms and head were through it she said “thumb back in your mouth sweetie.” I did as she said. She lifted my butt up and pulled the back of the onesie to the bottom of my diaper and snapped it. “Now stand up.” The skirt hit my bare legs as I stood up and I felt the bulky diaper between my legs. I couldn’t imagine how I looked, wearing a white onesie saying “Little Princess” with a pink pleated skirt which I doubt covered the bulk of the diaper. Pink diapers with little princesses and unicorns on them. And with my thumb in my mouth like a little baby girl. I have never felt so humiliated in my life, a part of me felt like crying. “Well how does it feel? Go ahead and take your thumb out and tell me.” I took out my thumb and I said the only thing I could really think of almost coming to tears, “I feel like a sissy.” She burst out laughing, “You certainly look like one.” She continued laughing. I think that’s even better than you being a baby girl. You are more of a baby sissy. So while you are under my roof you will be my little sissy baby!“ she stated with glee. I just kept quiet. Well why don’t you go sit over there on the floor, I wouldn’t want a sissy baby to fall off the couch and hurt herself.” I sat on the floor as instructed, hearing this new crinkle sound as my butt reached the floor, trying to find some way to sit that didn’t expose my diaper until I realized that the skirt was too small for that. "So let’s go over some new rules. Pay attention" She sat down on a chair looking down at me. “Rule number 3 is diapers are to be worn at all times and you are not allowed to take off your diaper in anyway, and as stated those diapers will be used as their intended purpose. Rule number 4 is you will wear what I tell you to wear, you will not be allowed to change your own clothes or pick out your clothes. Rule 5 you are to address me as Mommy. Rule number 6 you will only be allowed to talk when given permission. Your thumb in your mouth is only to serve as a reminder. And you look more pathetic with it in your mouth. That is it for the new rules. Now thumb out sissy and tell me all the rules so far.” I took my thumb out, “Whatever you says goes, I can’t have doors locked, diapers are to be worn at all times, I will wear what you tell me to wear, I will address you as Mommy, and I will only talk when given permission.” “Good Sissy! Thumb back in.” I did as she said, “Right now I don’t want you walking or standing unless need be, at least for the rest of the day. And no climbing on the furniture right now unless I give you permission, don’t want you falling off and banging that pretty little head of yours.” She reached in the shopping bag again and pulled out a pink binkie with the word princess on it. The binkie was connected to a pink ribbon with a clip on the end. “You can keep this in your mouth so you don’t have to worry about trying to suck your thumb while you are crawling around. Now come with me.” She stuck it in my mouth, and attached the clip to my onesie. She walked and I crawled behind her staring at her ass as she moved, feeling my cock grow in the diaper. She walked to her little home office area, which had a pc. “When I am at work you are permitted to use the computer to work on your resume and find a job sense you won’t have your phone. You can use the phone on the internet to make and receive calls, but you will have to be at the computer for them. There isn’t a voicemail, so it would be in your best interest to stay in here during the workday in case an employer calls.” She moved the mouse to unlock it from sleep mode, and she pulled up the user Baby, “So, you have your own profile on my computer labeled 'Baby’, which due to your suggestion I will change it to 'Sissy’ so there will be no confusion. There is no password, because I can’t trust a sissy baby to remember even the simplest of passwords. But I have set it up so all that you can do is use the phone on it, use Office, and search for a job. I have the parental locks on, so don’t even embarrass yourself by trying to look up porn. You are only allowed in here when I am at work. But we’ll discuss that more tomorrow on Sunday. I just wanted to show it to you now so you can see what you will use sense you will not have your phone until you decide to leave, it is in storage with your clothes. Now come along Sissy, let’s go to the kitchen and get you some food.” Though I wasn’t hungry, I could tell from her level of crazy that saying anything would only bring me pain. I crawled behind her to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen tile. On the kitchen table there were some more shopping bags, no doubt from the same place she got these diapers. I didn’t want to know what was in them, but I knew I was going to find out soon enough. She was rifling through the bags until she found what she was looking for and pulled out a large baby bottle with a pink princess on it and she filled it with water. She handed me the bottle and took my pacifier out, and it dropped hanging by the clip. I took it and stuck the nipple in my mouth. I was relieved to have some water, wasn’t wanting to sucking through a nipple, but I can’t say I am surprised. Somehow in half an hour I went from not even knowing that these things existed to no longer being surprised by what she does next. As soon as the rubber nipple was in my mouth I felt her squeeze my diapered crotch, I jumped a little in surprise. “Relax sissy, I’m just checking your diaper. I know I just put you in this diaper, but I don’t know when you went potty last,” she then squeezed the seat of my diaper, stuck her fingers in my diaper at the crotch feeling around, my cock twitched a little, I don’t think she felt it sense her finger was below it and she didn’t even touch it, “with all of these new and scary things, I want to make sure you just didn’t go.” She squeezed one last time at my crotch and my cock twitched more, and this time I know she felt as she let out a little involuntary giggle. “Now sissy, you know you are supposed to use your diapers for their purposes. I don’t care how long you want to hold it, but you will not be using the potty. But if you need a diaper change, you can get one in one of two ways. The first is you wait for my diaper checks like this just now, which I will give you, some times more frequent than others. But if it gets too uncomfortable, you can always cry for a diaper change. And I mean I want you to cry, not some little whimper, I want a 'wah-wah’ baby cry. You don’t have to have tears, but you better ham it up. ” I continued sucking on my bottle as she went to the fridge and pulled out a couple little jars of baby food. She set them on the table and again went through the bags until she came across a packet of baby utensils. These were the size for a baby, this was not made for an adult that likes baby things, but for babies. She opened it up and washed one of the spoons. “Okay, time to eat, so let’s see what we have here: chicken itty-bitty noodle diner, apple strawberry banana, and pea carrot spinach. Now come over here and sit on this chair.” I crawled over to the kitchen chair and sat down while she went through the bags and produced a large white bib covered in pink hearts. She fastened the bib around my neck and said “perfect.” She took the bottle from my hand, and opened the chicken itty-bitty noodle diner. “Here comes the airplane,” she taunted as she flew the ‘plane around’. “Open the hanger.” I opened my mouth as she fed the spoon in. This was so humiliating, her constantly speaking to me in that baby tone, now feeding me this baby food, which tastes like what it says, but a little off. It wasn’t bad, just a little off. Occasionally she would miss my mouth hitting my nose, cheek, or chin on purpose saying “Opsies!” and giggled while she fed me. Some of the food would drip from my face to my bib and she’d say “What a messy eater, good thing for this bib.” She seemed to be enjoying my humiliation too much. Next came the apple strawberry banana, it sounds like it should taste good, but those three flavors just don’t mix that great. It was tolerable, she is still keeping on with the airplane thing. Why can’t she just feed it to me normally, and why can’t this be over with by now? Even better would be for her to knock this shit off and treat me like an adult, but I dare not do anything even slightly wrong. She may seem ok now, but I can tell she is ready to turn into a total bitch at a moment’s notice. Finally came the pea carrot spinach. She flew the airplane I opened my mouth and as soon as it hit my tongue I cringed in disgust and as I did so the spoon ended up scraping along my cheek. This time it was my fault, “My we have a messy baby,” she laughed. She finished feeding me that disgusting food, I don’t know how I managed to get through it. “All done!” ‘Thank God’ I thought. She set it down to the side, took the bib and wiped my face, scrubbing a little. She put my pacifier back in my mouth, “That should hold you over until din-din. I know a grown person cannot survive on baby food like this. When I eat my food you will have a portion too. Depending on what it is I will be either feeding it to you after I eat, or it’ll be cut up so you can eat it with your hands. But this,” holding up a jar of baby food, “will be your lunch on the weekends. When I’m at work I will leave you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with the crust cut off.” Kim led me back to the living room, I slowly crawled behind her. She had me lay on the floor as she turned on the tv. She went to Netflicks Kids and put on some cartoon that was rated TV-Y, “stay here and watch cartoons while I clean up and put things away.fa” I stared at the tv while she cleaned up in the kitchen. After a couple minutes she came back with my bottle now filled with juice. She set it next to me on the floor and disappeared into the other rooms. At first I let the bottle lay there, but as I was watching this mindless show I would take the bottle and start sucking on it almost absentmindedly. It was either the bottle or a binkie in my mouth. First wetting After going through several episodes of this cartoon, laying on the floor I started feeling all that juice I drank starting to work it’s way in my bladder. I ignored it at first, and continued watching this cartoon, but the pressure was getting to be too much. Even though I knew the bathroom was off limits, I really didn’t want to use the diaper. Another half-hour later she comes into the living room, turns off the tv and says, “Time for dinner sissy. Come to the table.” I moved to my hands and knees, and I winced a little in pain from bladder. She noticed this and asked, “What’s wrong, did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head no and crawled towards the table, she saw how slow I was moving as I was desperately trying to hold my bladder, “Hurry up sissy, you don’t want your dinner to get cold do you?” As I sped up I couldn’t hold it anymore and my bladder released. I froze suddenly shocked and in horror by this. “What’s wrong?” She asked looking at the horror in my face, embarrassed I dropped my head down staring at the floor trying to hide myself in anyway. “Are you wetting your diaper?” She asked with glee in her voice. I could feel tears build in my eyes. I couldn’t even help it, I tried to stifle them back, but I have never experienced anything close to as humiliating as this. She came over to me and put her hand on my diapered crotch and felt the diaper as it expanded and heated up with my piss. Still frozen on my hands and knees with her hand on my crotch as the diaper is filling she says, “That’s it baby, fill your diaper like a good little sissy baby.” Her saying that was the final thing until I broke and tears started falling down my face. I finally finished pissing in the diaper, and I could feel the warm liquid squishing around inside, the diaper felt heavy as it hung between my legs. My inner thighs were warm from the diaper. With tears streaming down my face, she asked “What’s wrong? Is your wet diaper uncomfortable.” I right now could care less about how the diaper feels, I can’t believe I have been reduced to even wearing a diaper, but to actually use it, and having her witness it and mock me made everything so much worse. The binkie fell out of my mouth as I was crying. “Well sissy, remember what you have to do for a diaper change.” I couldn’t even think of what she was talking about with everything else. If you want a diaper change I want you to cry like a baby for it.” I don’t know what she’s talking about. I’m already crying, what else could she want. “Right now baby, you’re trying to keep yourself from crying because you think that you are a man, despite all the evidence to the contrary. What man wears a diaper when he doesn’t have to, what man wears girls clothes, and what man uses their diaper.” Crying more, but still trying to fight them back, I wanted to say something and argue, but she seemed to know what they were already. “Right now you’re probably thinking that you didn’t have a choice that I made you. You did have a choice, it was either that or the streets. You might think that is a valid enough excuse to keep your ‘man card’, but what man would have allowed himself to even be put in this situation? A lot of people fall on hard times, but instead of getting off your ass and doing something about it, you’ve just hopped couches until you were left with nowhere else to go. A real man wouldn’t have let things get to that. Make that a real adult would not have, but that’s why you’re in diapers. Now baby if you want a change, I want to hear you cry like a baby, I want to hear your ‘wah’s’. With all of this, that was not hard to do, and it was exhausting trying to hold back these tears. With tears starting to stream down my face faster I slowly built a wailing “waaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!” And I bawled my eyes out as I was screaming. How could I have let things get to this? “That’s it,” she said and I cried more with embarrassment. She had me lay on my back and grabbed a fresh diaper, some wipes, and powder. “Let’s get you out of this diaper now.” She said as she unsnapped the onesie and lifted it up so that none of the pee from the diaper will get on it. I am on my back crying as she untapes the diaper and pulls it down exposing my dick, I can feel the cool air hit my wet diapered area. I am hiding my face under behind my hands. She lifted my legs up and took the wet diaper and rolled it up. She took out some wipes, and cleaned the entire area. My cock didn’t even care that it was getting attention this was so humiliating. She lifted my legs again and slid a fresh diaper underneath, powdered me and taped the diaper on. She pulled the onesie down and snapped it back. “Ok, let’s feed you dinner.” I rolled over onto my hands and knees, tears still streaming down my face. I crawled my way to the kitchen and sat on the chair as I had earlier today. Kim placed the bib on me, with some of the remnants of my lunch still on there. She grabbed a plate of chicken and broccoli all cut up into small pieces. She proceeded to feed me as she did in the afternoon, fortunately it was messy like the baby food, and she was able to get every bite in my mouth. As humiliating as it was, I was happy to be eating real food, even if it is her feeding it to me. After which she cleaned off my face even though it wasn’t dirty. She put the binkie back in my mouth and told me to go back to the living room. I crawled to the living room, listening to the crinkling of the diaper with every movement. I sat on the floor criss-crossed with my thick puffy diaper between my legs. She walked in the living room carrying a small variety of baby toys. She placed them on the floor in front of me, “play with these for now.” She sat on the couch and picked up a book and started reading. She was reading something off the bestsellers list, it didn’t look that interesting to me. I didn’t know what to do with the toys in front of me. I was sitting on the floor “playing” with the toys. Really I was just moving them around, I didn’t know what she was wanting. “Time for bed sweetie.” I looked at the clock and it was only 8 o’clock. Seriously? Who goes to bed at 8? Not like any it matters anymore. Wasn’t like I was actually doing anything entertaining. She walked down the hall to the back where my room was. I followed behind crawling. When I got in the room, it looked the same as it did yesterday, before all of this, except for the couple bags from that weird store that has all of this adult baby stuff. She pulled the futon down to a bed. “You’re still going to be sleeping in here, and still on the futon. Do you need a change?” She asked as she squeezed the back of my diaper and stuck two of her fingers in, feeling for her answer. “Still dry. So we don’t need to worry about changing you before bed. But we do need to put you in your bedtime clothes.” She went through one of the bags and pulled out this little pink babydoll dress. “You are going to look so cute in this.” She said with a little bit of sincerity mixed in with the mocking tone of her voice. She unbuttoned the crotch of the onesie and began to lift it up. “Arms up,” she said and I did as such, as she removed the skirt onesie from me. Leaving my arms up she slid the babydoll dress over me. I felt the dress flow down, and even sitting on the floor the dress barely reached the floor. “Stand up sissy,” I did as she asked, and she adjusted a couple things and took a step back to see how I looked. The dress was so short, it came down about half to my diaper, so that most of it was in perfect view. “You look so precious,” she said in admiration, “this outfit really does look…” She paused trying to find the word that would sum up how she saw me. “Appropriate.” She laughed, “this outfit really does look appropriate for you.” I don’t know why she feels the need to embarrass me more than I already am. Isn’t it enough that I’m wearing diapers, crawling around like a baby, sucking on a binkie, and wearing girly clothes? Does she really need to make it worse with this mockery and how I look appropriate like this. Like this is how I always should have been dressed. Already defeated for the day, I was just going to take it and hope that she cannot tell how much this is bothering me. “Now crawl into bed.” As I did she gave my butt a quick slap. Not a spanking, but how a guy would slap a girls ass. “Just couldn’t resist with that fluffy little butt there.” I shook my head and laid down. She pulled from the bag a stuffed pink giraffe, and handed it to me. Knowing what she wanted I grabbed it and held it in my arms. She pulled out a night light, plugged it in, and turned out the lights. The night light projected stars onto the ceiling and they slowly moved around. She grabbed a blanket out of the bag as well and came and tucked me in. She set my bottle full of water in the bed next to me. “Now baby, you are going to stay in this bed until I come back in the morning. If you’re thirsty I brought you your baba, and if you need to go potty, well you should know the answer to that. I know it seems early, but this is the normal bedtime for a baby, besides you didn’t get a nap in, and it was quite a lot for you today. Tomorrow though, we will decorate this room a little bit. Nothing crazy, with all of this you should be out of here in month, but some posters and things like that. Something to remind you why you need to find a new place. Now sleep tight. No leaving the bed for any reason, or there will be hell to pay. There are no bars on here like a crib, so I will have to trust you a little, don’t make me regret it. Sleep well.” She got up and as she was closing the door she said “Night sissy.” I heard the click, and it was just me in the room, wearing a diaper, a dress, holding a stuffed giraffe, and sucking on a binkie. I’m sure she is finding all of this amusing. I could hear the tv on in the other room faintly. I couldn’t make out anything, except it was a comedy from the laugh track. I stared up at the stars as they moved around the ceiling almost hypnotically. My brain was trying to process the last 8 hours, and it wasn’t making sense. My eyes were falling heavy, I was so exhausted from it all, that drifting into sleep seemed to be no problem. I awoke sometime later needing to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was, there wasn’t a clock in the room. When I awoke I had completely forgotten the events of earlier. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, when I heard the crinkle and I felt the bulk in between my legs. Immediately my brain snapped awake and the memories of earlier flooded back in. I was standing up in a diaper and pink dress close to the door. Remembering the last thing I was told before going to sleep, I quickly got back in bed and under the covers. The tv was off so she should be in bed, and didn’t hear me moving around. I laid in bed trying to get back to sleep, but my bladder was not allowing it. I knew I was going to have to use my diaper, but I didn’t want to have to wait in a wet diaper until she woke up. I laid in bed trying to keep my mind off of it, but the pressure was already pretty high when I woke up. I was able to hold it for awhile to, I was trying to take my mind off of it, but it was almost impossible to think of anything else. I’m not sure how much time past, eventually the pain was too much and I decided to just give in and wet myself. I was laying on my back and tried to relax and pee, but the odd thing is, nothing came out. The pressure was still painful, but for some reason I couldn’t get myself to pee. I rolled onto my stomach and tried to let go there, and still couldn’t. I don’t know why, so like before I found myself on my hands and knees and I was able to release. I could hear the stream, if anyone was in the room they’d be able to hear it. It felt so good having that pressure finally be released, I could feel tingling from it. I finally finished and the diaper was soaked. I could feel how much heavier the diaper was as it hung down much lower. At least this time I had some privacy and no one’s hand on the diaper as I was filling it up. I stayed on my hands and knees not sure what to do. I’m sure if Kim were to walk in she would be delighted at what she would see. Me on my hands and knees in little pink babydoll dress, wearing a pink diaper that is obviously soaked. I wasn’t sure what to do, except wait. Hopefully Kim will be up in an hour or two, and I can get out of this soaked diaper.

Content Warning: This story will include sexual content as well as various other themes that may not be everyone's cup of tea. I will do my best to put content warnings behind every chapter, but do mind that this will contain diapers, ddlb dynamics, and sissy content. For this chapter specifically, I only need to give a minor sexual content warning as various things are mentioned but none are carried out. And with that, on with the story. Sugar for Baby: Chapter 1 "Good luck dude!" "You'll be fine" "Let us know how it goes." Matthew sighed heavily as he slipped his phone into his pocket and grabbed his wallet and keys. The messages from the few friends he found in the group chat were encouraging him on his goal. His goal was an unusual one. Buy pull-ups from the store. It was unusual in the sense that, the pull-ups weren't for a younger sibling or a child. No, they were for him. Matthew was 18 years old and 5’ 8” tall. He was smaller than most of his peers and more book smart than he was athletic. It was never much of an issue, though. While he had a few friends, they went off to college, leaving him back in his hometown to live out his gap year and find out what he wanted to do. His parents were upper-middle class, and they had no qualms about him taking a year to find himself. It wasn’t as if he was using it to slack off. He was never the type for that. and from a young age, he found himself with a fascination with diapers. His fascination went so deep that he made his parents think Mama Martha's Pizzeria was his favorite restaurant. It was a small, local business, well known in his town. And while the food was nice and all, what made Matthew excited to go, was the bathroom. Mama Martha's had two family bathrooms in the entire establishment. And in each bathroom, there was a large tub of diapers under the sink. On the front was a handwritten sign that said "Give a Pamper, Take a Pamper." Because it was a courtesy-driven thing. People would come in to change their baby, and if they found themselves out, they could take one from the bin, if they felt charitable, they could leave a couple behind for the next parent. Matthew always found an excuse to go to the bathroom before his family left the establishment. And every time, he would take one of the diapers (or pull-ups as he got older) and put it on before they left. He loved the feeling of wearing them, he couldn't explain why. But he always had a smile on his face the entire ride home. "Did you enjoy the pizza, Matty?" His mom would ask and he would nod to her. Mama Martha's was a reward for him. They would only take him if he did well in class, or if he won an award. It served as great motivation for him to keep his grades up. But soon enough, he grew too big to wear the ones at Mama Martha's. It had been a handful of years since then. And he worked his way through school, saving up money for a car that his parents helped him buy. And went from working a fast-food job to being an online tutor. It paid well actually seeing as how he was a pretty good student and explained things well enough that his students hardly ever struggled. It was how he gained most of his money. But back to the present, Matthew cranked the ignition to his car, taking a deep breath as it started. Now was a good time for him to go to the store. Usually, his mom would want to tag along, but this time, she was out of town on a trip with her friends. And his dad worked and then went to a pool hall to have a drink with his friends before coming home. Since mom wasn't home, he wasn't coming home to eat dinner. Which was a-okay with Matthew. It meant Matthew was free to go out on his mission. The store Matthew picked was just up the road. And he picked said store for its self check out. The last thing he needed was to go red-faced at the check-out line and give himself away. Parking towards the back as he usually did, he walked casually through the automatic doors and grabbed a hand-basket. Matthew took his time, grabbing a few other things before making his way to the diaper aisle. Low and behold, they had them all. Varieties of sizes and cases and brands lined almost the entire wall. Only being broken by the baby accessories. Clearing his throat, Matthew walked to the pull-ups. The largest size they had should fit him just fine. His only conundrum was how many to get. Biting his lip, his hand reached out for the pack of 24 when someone stepping up beside him making him jump. Looking over, Matthew saw a man, a bit older than him, reaching up high on the shelf for a large 100 case of diapers. The man groaned as he pulled them down and smiled at Matthew. "Word from the wise. Always buy in bulk." He said. "It's expensive, but better not to have to come back so soon." Matthew nodded, looking back at the wall. He didn't want to carry out a case like the man beside him. He felt that would draw too much attention. Plus it wouldn’t fit in his hand-basket. "You have a kid?" The man asked, sensing Matthew's thinking. Matthew shook his head, "No! I'm just. Uh...shopping for my sister." Matthew had no sister. But it was the quickest thing that came to mind. The man nodded. "Well, I'll leave you to it." He says grabbing the case and heading to the checkout. Matthew, now feeling much more paranoid, grabbed for the girl's pull-ups instead. Diapers were diapers. And in this case, he didn't care what they looked like. The sister excuse was a pretty good one. Grabbing a 40 pack of them, Matthew dropped them in his basket and beelined it for the self check out. He scanned his items, bagged them up, double bagged the pull-ups. And went out to his car, heart hammering in his chest. He was so caught up in the adrenaline of his purchase that the drive back home passed in a blur. He took all the bags up to his room as soon as he got home. Even the bits and bobs he meant to leave in the kitchen. Taking his phone out, he pulled up the group chat. It was a large chat with over 300 members. He'd found the link on a diaper fetishist website and had been a member for almost a year now. He had even become an active and known member. "I'm home." He texts. And immediately the three dots signifying that someone was typing popped up. But he quickly added, "I panicked and bought girl ones." The three dots stopped for a second but immediately started again. TexBB: Awww that would look adorable Wishmebaby: It's not that bad. DipFranks: Have you tried them yet? MaddMatt: No... I just got home. Wishmebaby: Wha- Try them! That piece of wisdom followed by several more agreeing messages is what spurred Matthew to open the pack and take one out. It was all pink beside the brightly colored princesses dancing on the front. Setting it to the side, Matthew sighed and started kicking off his pants. His hands were already shaking as he opened the pull-up and started to step inside. Just like the commercial, the pull-ups slipped up his thin legs. It took a bit of maneuvering but soon it settled snugly on his hips. Looking at himself in the mirror hanging behind his door, Matthew paused. The pull-up fit a bit tightly but if he used it he didn't think it would leak. For giggles, he took his phone and snapped a photo of him standing there, one hand on the phone and the other fiddling with the waistband. Making sure the photo didn't show his face, he sent it to the group chat. His phone was quickly discarded. Using both his hands, Matthew felt up the Pull-up, pressing the padding into himself. The same rush of pleasure from back in the day came, but this time, with the pulsing of his dick. A flash of realization came over him...he could masturbate like this. With a shaky breath, Matthew stepped away from the mirror and grabbed his phone again. He bit his lip as he unlocked it and displayed the group chat by default. Thatfatcat: That's cute Wishmebaby: Aww TexBB: Congrats bud But something struck his attention. In the top left corner of the screen displayed a glowing red number 4. He had 4 private messages. Which was 4 more than he had before he sent the photo. Arousal momentarily forgotten, Matthew clicked over to his inbox. He found the 4 messages came from 3 different people. Clicking on the first, he almost dropped his phone in surprise. Someone had sent him a dick pic. Quickly, he blocked that person without replying. He never expected to get that kind of response. He never put much thought into his sexual orientation, mostly because he nor his parents cared. He knew that made him luckier than a lot of other teens, but still he never explored it. So while he wasn't much bothered by it being a man that texted him, what did bother him was the unsolicited nature of it. He clicked on the next one feeling less excitement than before. DomBrady: Text me on QuickChats @DomBrady. I make videos disciplining sissies like you. Immediately, another block. Matthew was offended by the onslaught of vulgarity that he almost just deleted the last message preemptively. After all, the track record wasn’t great. But, seeing no photos or links, he read it instead. MaverickW: Hello, MaddMatt. I share the fetishist group chat with you and I saw your recent posts. It's great to see your first experience unfolding. I wanted to message you a proposal of sorts. I'd be interested in paying you for exclusive (meaning nobody but me would receive) content. And perhaps, if you felt comfortable with it, some requests as well. The first message confused Matthew to no end, but it continued. MaverickW: I'm fully capable of paying you for any correspondences from this point. I'd be open to discussing a possible arrangement with you. But feel free to ignore this message if you feel I've crossed a boundary. Biting his lip, Matthew could not deny his curiosity. He even found his thumbs typing before he could stop them. MaddMatt: What kind of content are you asking for? The blue check mark rapidly turned green showing the message had been sent and read. And the three dots showed up just as quickly. Matthew waited with bated breath for the next message. He feared this person was much like the first. Only this time he feared they would want pictures of his privates. Although the promise of being paid was intriguing, he didn’t want them to end up in the wrong hands. MaverickW: Photos and/or videos. None of which you have to show your face in. I could make some requests, and then I send the payment in exchange for the media. We could have a small demo, of course, to prove I am legit. MaddMatt: That would be appreciated... MaverickW: Excellent. Let's start with... Would you be comfortable sending me a photo similar to the one you posted in the group chat, but this time, having my username written on the mirror? In exchange, I'll send you 5 dollars on PaySmart? Or if you have another pay app in mind. Matthew had PaySmart. He used it for his friends when they would buy each other food. Looking quickly, he saw that he had used the same username on the app rather than inputting his actual government name. It seemed handy for this. MaddMatt: I have PaySmart. Let me take the photo. Matthew set the phone down again and walked to his mirror with a dry erase marker. He wrote @MaverickW on the surface and grabbed his phone. Opening the photo app from the lock screen, he took a moment to pose. It was much the same as the one before, only this time, his hand was pressed against his stomach. Matthew meant it as a way to not block the sight of the pull-up, but it came out looking like one of the photos an InstaSnap model would post. He wasn’t so nervous about sending this one seeing as how he had already sent a similar one to the group chat. Sending it, Matthew wrote, "My user on PaySmart is the same as this one." And he waited. The sharp sounding DING from the PaySmart app almost surprised him signifying a payment. $5 have been sent from Maverick W. for Photo It was easily the quickest 5 dollars he had ever made. Going back to the group chat app, Matthew saw several messages waiting for him. MaverickW: Your eagerness is endearing. But you don't have to send me the content before the payment is sent. Regardless, I've sent the payment. And I very much enjoyed the photo. Attached to the message was a screenshot of the payment confirmation. Followed by another message. MaverickW: Would you like to try some more? Same rate of 5 dollars per photo request? Matthew's face reddened. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. MaddMatt: Sorry. I'm new to this whole thing. Thanks for not being a scammer though I guess... Yeah, I'd be up for more. After all, it was a quick way to make money. At the very least, it could pay for his dinner tonight. And he could always block the guy if he made any outlandish requests. MaverickW: It's alright, Matt (If I can call you that?). I found it endearing. Good that you're up for more. For this round, how about three photos. One, I'd like you to take kneeling in front of the mirror. Simple as that. The second request is a bit more complicated. I'd like you to put the phone on a timer and prop it up so that your hands are free. Same kneeling as before, but I'd like to see your hands flat on your knees. Lastly, I'd like to see your hand pressed against the front of your pull-up. Any way you'd like. Are you comfortable with this? As soon as you tell me you have the photos, I'll send the 15 dollars payment and you can send me the photos. Matthew's heart raced as he watched each message come in. And he blinked at the simplicity of the requests. MaddMatt: I can do that. Give me a moment. The first picture was easy enough. The second was a bit harder as he found himself having to turn around and flip the camera. He took a couple of pictures before he had one he was pleased with. For the final, he felt a blush journey down his chest. He took the photo in the same orientation except parting his thighs. And he raised his shirt to expose the pull-up. His free hand pressing against the front as he did before. Sitting down on his butt in front of the mirror, he turned his attention to his phone. Matthew deleted all the photos from before and emptied them from his trash, leaving only these three. Opening the chat app, he messaged the man back. MaddMatt: I have them. MaverickW: Good job. I'm sending the payment now. Like before, 15 dollars was delivered to his account. As easy as that. Wide-eyed, Matthew texted back. MaddMatt: I got it. Here are the photos. 3 attachments MaverickW: Very nice. I am confident in going forward with negotiations of this arrangement if you are as well? It had all seemed so easy so far...Matthew hoped there wasn’t a catch. But he felt safe at the moment. This man didn’t have his real name. All he had were photos of his body. And he didn’t think he was special enough to have a recognizable body. Nor did he have any tattoos. He had already made enough with a handful of photos to pay for his dinner that night. And, maybe he was greedy, but Matthew wondered just how much the man was willing to pay him. MaddMatt: Yes. MaverickW: Good. First off, I tend to give a lot of praise. And I use terms of endearment. Are those alright with you? If not, I will refrain. Matthew didn’t think that was a big deal. Maybe a little strange, but harmless. MaddMatt: I don't mind. Do you want me to use any with you? MaverickW: Only if you are comfortable. MaddMatt: I don't mind. They're just words...Do you have any you want me to call you by? I have no preference. MaverickW: Only if you're comfortable, I'd very much like for you to call me either Sir or Daddy. Matthew blushed bright red, clutching his phone in his hand. Honestly, he wasn’t stupid. He met the guy off a fetishist group chat. And who else would ask for pictures of him showing off his pull-up and kneeling than someone with more than just the one kink. Plus the Sugar Daddy aspect was hard to ignore. But...Matthew was glad to be given options. MaddMatt: Yes sir. MaverickW: Good boy. I am very pleased. You’re doing well so far. Matthew didn't know what to reply to that but he didn't have to as Maverick replied again. MaverickW: I'm happy with the standard rate of 5 dollars per photo. If you are comfortable with videos I would be willing to pay 10 dollars per 30 seconds. Unless, of course, there are elements that you feel require more? MaddMatt: I'm good with that. MaverickW: Good boy. And is there anything you don't want to do? Anything at all and I won't ask you to. This was Matthew’s time to place boundaries. He was grateful for the opportunity. He didn’t want to get through all of this only to get his first request and have to back out. MaddMatt: I don’t think I want to show you genitals. Is that okay? I'll take my clothes off, but I don’t want to be naked. And I don’t want to show my face for now. Calling me Matt is fine, but I don’t want to share real names. MaverickW: That is more than fine, baby boy. Thank you for telling me that. You can always tell me no and I won’t hold it against you. And as I said, I'd like this to be exclusive. Between you and I. I would like to be your only client. Is that doable? MaddMatt: Yeah of course. MaverickW: Good boy. And I will never share your videos or photos anywhere ever. MaddMatt: thanks MaverickW: It's alright, baby boy. I think that’s all the negotiations for now, but we will have more as things come up...are you ready for another request? Matthew took a deep breath. Everything had been easy so far. He didn’t think anything could trip him up at this point. MadMatt: Yes sir. MaverickW: Good boy. I would like you to- To be continued...

This is my first attempt at a story, and my first ever post here but don't think that means I don't expect criticism because I not only do but I welcome it! I know there's a ton of writers out there doing amazing things in the pantheon of stories for this and other sites and while I hope I can at least bring something enjoyable to you good folks, I won't fool myself into thinking this story is going to be spectacular, it's just something I've been meaning to write for a long time but was always too afraid to display my attempt at writing. If you enjoy the story let me know, if you don't enjoy the story let me know and if you think I can do better and should try again let me know. I'm really very agreeable to critique even if it's harsh. This story is 100% fiction and in no way is intended to be based on anyone's real life or experiences therein. There is an underage character in the prologue but it's just to establish a history for his life more than anything. I know there's a rule about underage characters and I feel that I've followed the rules but if there's a problem please remove the story with my sincerest apologies and I'll rework the narrative to avoid it going forward. I think that's everything I wanted to say, but I could be stalling for time because once I submit this it's out there and omg it's so nerve wracking but I'm gonna do it...go! A New Life Story By: Ramble Lamb Prologue I don't remember much of my life from before. I'm sorry, that was a fib, I remember everything about my life from before but it seems like the story of someone else's experiences more than anything I'd ever had. Thinking about who I was and what I had seems almost like reading a eulogy for some stranger in the newspaper, it can give you an idea of who the person was from the point of view of someone that knew them and cared enough to pay per word to share why they thought this person was worthy of space on a page but it doesn't really tell you anything about who the person really was. As an example, if I were to tell you about myself right now I'd use descriptions like 'adorable' or 'girly' but if I were to do the same thing before I'd have to use words like 'husband' and 'adult'. Those are just words though, letters strung together to form a recognizable pattern that your brain associates with an understanding of what that word means which can be very different from what it means to someone else. If you were to look at me right now, my long brown hair in loose pigtails, a purple glittery pacifier bobbing rhythmically between my lips as my baby pink painted nails dance across the keyboard then you might see a young woman with an oral fixation hard at work on her computer. If you looked longer you'd notice budding breasts beneath an almost lavender shirt proudly labeling me "Daddy's Princess" in rainbow glitter. The young woman you'd previously gotten an image of now seems to be more immature than you'd first assumed, perhaps the pacifier isn't solely being used to assuage an oral fixation but rather is part of a personality cultivated in the hopes of holding onto the younger self of this young woman. If I were to stand up from my chair to give you a look at the full picture you'd see that the shirt extended beyond the length of a normal shirt, going down past my waist, stretching over a bulk that one doesn't typically see adorning young women my age, connecting between my legs with snaps to keep the previously mentioned bulk from falling when any additional weight is added to it. Beneath the bulk are my thin legs, smooth as silk with a lovely tan to them and the image ends at my little feet encased in soft shoes colored to match my shirt and secured with lovely ribbons tied into bows at the top of each shoe. Overall, this image would be viewed by many as adorable when attached to a biological infant or toddler, but being that I am very much not either of those things, I'm probably seen with a healthy mix of strange looks and harsh judgment but, in all fairness, I don't dress like this out in the world beyond these walls I call home. The nice thing about clothes and makeup is that they allow someone to be whatever they want to be. Admittedly, I wouldn't have guessed that I wanted to be this, but when I have my hair done and am allowed to have a bit of makeup I feel every part the pretty little girl I've come to identify as. When I'm wearing a pretty dress or even just something in one of my favorite colors of pink or purple I feel cute and lovable. I told you before that my life before was someone else's story but it isn't, not really, it's my story and even though it ends with me being a happy and much loved baby girl it starts with me being selfish and naughty and I know now that those are two very not good things to be. ************************************************************************** I was born Nicholas Henry Marks some thirty odd years ago. I had no siblings and my mother was my sole parent. My father had made me with my mother when she was his secretary and he was having marital discord with his wife so needless to say he didn't jump at the chance to settle down with us in nice little family unit. My mother provided for us quite well and, though she never said it aloud, lavished me with love and attention because I was her only keepsake of her one true love. As I grew up she became increasingly fixated on me, going beyond "helicopter parenting" into the realm of doing everything in her power to keep me in a position of needing her. Obviously I don't remember too much of my young life, but I've seen the photo albums with pictures dated from when I was five years old playing happily in cloth diapers and plastic pants without a care in the world. I've heard the stories from cousins, aunts and uncles about how they thought I'd never get out of diapers or how they were glad my mother had stopped breastfeeding me before I'd hit double digits in age. I remember some things, like sleeping in my mother's bed the night of my first grade class' Christmas performance. After the show we'd been taken back to the classroom to wait for our parents to pick us up and it being nighttime, my mother had declared it necessary for me to have my "night pants" on beneath my normal clothes. I remember needing to use the bathroom for something other than tinkle and had wandered out of the class in search of a quiet place to fill my diaper away from the prying eyes of my classmates. Ironically enough I chose a spot near the restrooms, a dark little corner where I squatted down and started pushing only to have a hand clamp down on my shoulder a few seconds in causing me to scream and empty myself out of fear rather than necessity. I'd turned to find my mother looking down at me with tears in her eyes, worried I'd been kidnapped when she'd gone to my classroom and was unable to find me. Seeing her crying and having a full diaper caused me to begin crying as well as I held up my arms to be picked up and carried away. When we got home that night she'd changed me first thing and then settled into her bed with me and held me on her lap as she undid her nursing bra and presented me with something to both soothe me to sleep and fill my recently emptied stomach. Now, I know that that account can be seen as deeply wrong and probably disgusting, and you're not wrong. Looking back as an adult, I know that her actions greatly impacted my life in ways that made me who I am today. The truth is that even if she was wrong and even if she was possibly abusive in her coddling and infantilization of me at such a young and impressionable age, it set me on the path to become who I was meant to be, and that me is so very happy and wouldn't change a single thing about her life. After I was fully potty trained and weaned from bottle or breast I led a pretty normal life. I was a good kid, probably could have done better in school but I made friends and had fun and didn't end up dead or in jail. I never did very well with girlfriends, but some of that was the disconnect with what I thought was normal in an intimacy setting and what they thought was normal. My first girlfriend didn't think it was at all normal that I spent so much time sucking on her breasts in what was supposed to be foreplay that I ended up finishing in my pants before she'd even started breathing heavy. Second girlfriend was a take charge kind of girl in the bedroom and had given up the ghost when I failed to get aroused as she straddled me and grinded her pelvis against mine. She'd called me a few not very nice names that I won't risk a spanking to write here for you. The important thing is that we've established that I was in no way a hit with the ladies. I knew I was straight and that I wanted to have sex with women but not in the strictest sense, I didn't know anything about sex at the time beyond penis goes into vagina and that's where babies come from. As I got older and the internet was becoming a thing that people had in their homes the world started to make more sense to me and I began to learn things about myself that helped me to not feel so different and freakish. I'd always had a fixation on things like diapers and baby things as far back as I could remember but with puberty in full swing I started to associate the pleasurable feelings that wearing a homemade diaper, that was really just a bath towel duct taped around my waist, gave me with something sexual. My first ever intentional orgasm was achieved on the floor of my room with a pee soaked towel taped to me and a thumb in my mouth sucking greedily as my other hand rubbed frantically at my damp groin. The shame and confusion I felt in those early years was almost palpable but, thanks in part to my deviant internet searches I discovered that other people were just like me and what I was wasn't wrong or disgusting and everything was okay. *************************************************************************** Moving forward to more current events, my wife and I had met online in a chatroom for people that liked to pretend to be children or even sometimes babies looking to meet people that liked to take care of those people. We'd hit it off almost immediately in the general chat area and quickly moved to a private chat to be able to discuss personal matters without someone spamming "Mommy I poppy peez change me diapy" or other offensive to basic human intelligence nonsense. We talked for hours a day for months on end and found that we had so much in common beyond just our kinks and fetishes. The obvious problem of distance was something we only ever discussed to express our sorrow that we weren't able to hug and kiss one another, something that happened most often around bedtime when she'd watch me through the webcam as I put a diaper on and got into my pajamas becoming her little boy in every sense of the term as she began to read me a story to help me get sleepy for bed and then at the end of the story she'd kiss the camera and wish me a goodnight and then the fantasy world where baby and Mommy were together was over and I'd find myself shuffling into a cold bed wishing to be cuddling with her as I fell asleep. As it became clear we were actively working to close the distance between us she began to enforce more dominance in our relationship. It started small with her suggesting I have a regular bedtime to ensure I was well rested and stayed healthy, she'd have me text her pictures of my meals to make sure I was eating right and not glutting myself on sweets and junk. When she first brought up wearing a diaper outside of the safety of my own apartment I stood up for myself and told her that made me uncomfortable and she dropped it, for a while at least. A week or so later she randomly showed up at my front door and I was so overcome with joy that I didn't even question the fact that something of that magnitude should have been discussed and planned as a couple rather than decided solely by her but my Mommy was there for real and I was too happy to know anything else but love and excitement. Within an hour of her arriving she had me naked on the bed waiting for her to return with the required supplies to transform me into her baby boy. My manhood was harder than it had ever been and my heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest as I heard the bathroom door open and saw her stride confidently into the room. She'd changed out of the clothes she'd worn for her trip and was now wearing a black and white polka dot dress that stopped in the middle of her deliciously toned thighs. Her high heels were bright red to match her lipstick and nail polish and her black hair was done up into a tight bun to give her the look of a no nonsense mother figure made all the more powerful against her porcelain white skin. She smirked at me as she glided to the bed and set her supplies down near my feet as she sat at the edge of the bed and lightly brushed the shaft of my penis with her fingers. I ejaculated as soon as she reached my balls, covering my stomach and pubic area with my shameful display. She clucked her tongue and declared that messes of that nature were why she would ensure I was diapered until she believed I could be trusted to control myself, none of her words made any impact on me as my head swam and I felt myself slip into my little headspace, clutching my stuffed otter and sucking my pacifier as she offered each to me and set about cleaning me up and getting me properly attired. That first time together was where she secured her hold on me and established her dominance for the rest of our relationship. By the time she went back home a week later she'd, through spankings and time outs and even a mouth soaping, made me into the perfect specimen for a good little boy and I bawled uncontrollably as she pulled away from my apartment and headed to the airport and back to her life without me. I made it my mission in life to continue to show her at every opportunity that I was obeying her edicts without her supervision in the hopes that it would spur her to come back or invite me to come to her. I started wearing diapers all the time, making sure to text her pictures every day so she could verify my compliance and I'd drink up her praise every time she told me I was a good baby, but it wasn't enough, I needed to be with her. When I surprised her by showing up at her doorstep one day it didn't go as I'd expected. The whole thing fell apart when the front door opened and a man much larger and imposing than myself answered. He recognized me and welcomed me in which, in my state of shock, I complied with and found myself in the living room of a well kept and quite lovely home, pictures of Mommy and this mahogany god of a man adorning the walls including one of them on their wedding day. To say that my heart sank in that moment would be quite an understatement and, against my wishes and strongest attempts to keep it together, I began to cry because I felt lied to and betrayed by someone that I'd willingly given my entire self to. Her husband had put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into him for a hug as he gently patted my back and assured me that everything was okay. He showed me to a spare bedroom at the back of the house, one that only had a bed and dresser in it and nothing else. I was told Mommy would be home in a few hours and that I could take a nap if I was tired from my trip. Depression aided my weariness and I fell asleep without much issue, waking up some time later to Mommy stroking my hair and urging me to get up because I'd wet the bed. I remember apologizing profusely and offering to leave between sobs and sniffles but I was shushed and led by the hand to the bathroom where she stripped me down as the large tub filled with water. Husband entered the room as she gently rubbed my back and took my wet clothes, chuckling softly to himself as I gasped and tried to cover my naughty bits. As I sat in the tub and she lovingly washed me she explained that she was sorry for not telling me she was married but that they were planning on separating because they mutually wanted something else. She explained that they still loved each other and would remain friends as they had for the years they'd dated and the ones they were married for, but she wanted to be a Mommy and a strong and virile man such as her husband just wasn't going to be the baby she needed. She lifted my head and looked me square in the eyes and told me that I was her baby and just as soon as was humanly possible she wanted to marry me and have the perfect life she'd been craving for so many years. Looking back on it now, it probably should have been seen as a bad sign that a major life decision was made without me being asked and while I peed into a married couple's bathtub as the wife washed me. Chapter One: Not To Be Trusted "Nicholas Henry Marks, you get in here this instant!" my wife bellowed from the living room. As with being a biological child, all three of your names being used to summon you by an authority figure is just as terrifying when you're a grownup, albeit a grownup currently wearing a wet diaper beneath his Spider-Man pajama pants, but a chronological grownup nonetheless. When the holy trinity of names is used in our house it's very clear that an adult man is not expected to arrive, rather, the use of the three names acts as a switch that shuts off all adult thought and will and leaves only the outer appearance of an adult with the soft and creamy center being nothing more than a terrified child that knows a punishment is coming but has no idea what form it will take. Shuffling nervously down the hall, rustling loudly with each tiny step, I fought the urge to suck my thumb, knowing that any minor comfort it may bring me would pale in comparison to the humiliating barbs that would be rained down upon me for being a pathetic excuse for a man. It sounds harsh, but it's part of what butters my biscuits so everyone ends up happy, usually after a trip across Mommy's lap and a stint in the corner, but the aftercare is wonderful so net happiness after all is said and done. She stood in the living room with her hands on her wide hips, her high heeled toe tapping on the wood floor impatiently as I rounded the corner. "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me, young man?" she asked sharply, her tone indicating that I clearly should have something to tell her but no specific thing was hinted at. My mind struggled to come up with something I'd done or forgotten to do, something I'd done when I wasn't the baby of the house perhaps? There actually had been a stretch of almost a month recently where work schedules and general life stuff had kept me in the "man of the house" role, but some spare time had come up the night before and I'd found myself on the receiving end of some lovely regression time with Mommy that had ended with a sticky mess in the front of my diaper and a story before bed. In case you were wondering, this was not the same diaper I was currently wearing, I'd gone through a few since then thanks to my smaller than average bladder. "No, Mommy." I told her honestly, completely unable to come up with anything that would earn her ire. She nodded and walked toward me, pinching the top of my ear between her thumb and index finger, leading me over to the chair on the other side of the living room and pointing down to a small spot or purple on the cream colored upholstery. "Did you spill juice and not tell Mommy?" she asked. My diaper began to warm as I stared at the spot and nodded without saying anything. "And how did you manage to spill juice?" she asked impatiently. I swallowed hard as tears began to form in my eyes. Without thinking my hand was rising to my face, thumb extended aiming for my mouth to help quell a full blown meltdown but she slapped my hand away before my salvation could reach me. With a heavy sigh she sat on the chair and pulled me across her lap and tugged my pants down around my legs. "I think thirty should be a good start." she mused aloud before she slid my diaper down, exposing my hairless and still powder and lotion coated behind and began to deliver the sharp swats she'd planned out. I was a blubbering mess by five and in hysterics at the end of it when she stood me back up next to her, leaving my pants and diaper down where they were. "I'm sorry, Mommy!" I cried out between sobs and snot bubbles. She looked at me with disgust and shook her head. "Sorry isn't good enough, young man, not this time." she began. "You've been far too free this past month and clearly it's time for you to be reminded of your place in this house." she said as she rose and led me by the hand to the corner of the living room where she stood me, nose to the wall and red bottom on display. "I think three months of baby time will help you to remember how things work around here." she declared. Without thinking I spun around and began to protest "That's too long, Mommy!" I whined. She smiled and knelt down, running her hand through my hair. "You know, I was going to let you be Nicky for three months, but since you think you can argue with me when it comes to your punishments, I think maybe you can be Nicki for three months instead." she said. "Oh, and I think Thanksgiving will be a perfect time to introduce my little girl to the rest of the family." she added as she guided my thumb into my mouth and spun me back around to the corner before leaving me to process the magnitude of just how bad things were going to be for me. *************************************************************************** So, some explanation is required. See, we're kinky as a couple, we have a Mommy and baby relationship and we've experimented with a fair amount of things in the years we've been together. In the quest for deeply humiliating and sexually gratifying things, we happened upon sissification. It started out as the usual calling my manhood into question which usually ends with me in a diaper being babied, but she'd apparently done her homework and found something she wanted to try and so rather than a diaper I was put into a pair of cute little panties, powder blue with little cartoon bears on the front and had to endure her putting makeup on me all while she commented on what a pretty little girl I was. It's really hard to put up resistance when your penis is straining against the inside of a childish pair of panties, in case you were wondering. At any rate, things began to escalate from there as a cute little party dress was added in a future session and from there she began to fondle me through my panties and under my dress until one night she began to finger my bottom, and as I helplessly came in my adorable little panties she knew she'd stumbled onto something that she could use anytime she wanted. She began to use anal stimulation to bring about climax more and more frequently after that, even going so far as to buy what she dubbed "babies first dildo", a translucent purple thing slightly bigger than her middle finger that she explained would be the only way I could self stimulate from now on under penalty of punishment. 'Nicki' was born shortly after that when she walked in on me working my new toy in and out of my bottom while hungrily sucking my thumb to stifle my pathetic moans of pleasure. "Show Mommy how much of a naughty little baby girl you are." she commanded as took a seat on the bed and watched my shameful display. "Cum for Mommy little girl!" she encouraged. When I finished shortly after that she put her hand in front of my spurting member, catching a fair amount on her palm and fingers and looked at the mess with a wicked smile before holding her hand to my face. "Are you going to be Mommy's good baby girl and clean her hand for her?" she asked in her syrupy sweet Mommy voice. I felt my face flush as leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, tears of shame rolling down my cheeks as I licked and sucked her fingers and hand clean. She beamed proudly at me and clapped her hands. "Such a good baby girl you are, Nicki!" she praised. "That's with an 'i' in case your little baby brain couldn't grasp it." she said with a chuckle as she set about to getting me cleaned and diapered for bed. ***************************************************************************** Thanksgiving was only a handful of weeks away and I wasted no time in trying to have my sentence commuted or dropped entirely if at all possible. The problem was that I'd been deemed "too little" to do the things I'd planned like cleaning the house and making dinner for us. "Mommy knows you want to be a big girl and make the house all pretty and clean, but I'm sorry to say that you're just too little to be able to handle such big responsibilities." she explained, suddenly finding something very amusing as she covered her mouth with her hadn to stifle a laugh. "Can you imagine how silly it would be for Mommy to let you make dinner when you can't even be trusted not make little baby messes on her nice furniture?" she asked rhetorically. I blushed hotly as she turned me around and nudged me from the kitchen with a gentle pat on my padded behind. I trudged back to my room, our marital bedroom was mostly off limits when I was being babied since a wet bed in the nursery was to be expected but one in Mommy's bed would be very costly indeed, and took my spot on the cityscape playmat in the middle of the room with a heavy sigh of resignation. I knew that my punishment started first thing the following day and two days from then I'd have to go back to work and while I was confident she wouldn't put me into a position where I'd lose my job, the concern that people I worked with would discover what was going on was very real. ***************************************************************************** The very first time I'd had to wear a diaper to work I was a nervous wreck the whole day. I'd been put on punishment for dribbling tinkle on the toilet seat and not cleaning it off and the small infraction had earned a week of diapers and a month of bathroom cleaning. I worked in an office and had a cubicle that thankfully afforded me some privacy but every slight crinkle was deafening to me and I was sure that before close of business I'd be the laughing stock of the entire office and demoted to the daycare center on the third floor like one of those ridiculous stories you read on the internet when you're into the ABDL scene, wink. In actuality, everything went off without a hitch almost the entire week minus an extremely close call on the third day when Mommy had come to take me to lunch and decided to change me on the backseat of the car in the parking garage. After the overly suspense filled change was complete I was given the balled up used diaper and sent to the nearby trashcan to dispose of it when a group of ladies came out of the elevator and started heading into the parking garage toward me. I dashed in between two cars and made a beeline to the trashcan, slamming the diaper in as fast as I could and hurrying back to the car, breathing a sigh of relief in seeing that the group of women was too busy talking and laughing about a movie they'd seen to even notice me. ***************************************************************************** The morning my punishment began started like any other, Mommy coming into the nursery and letting down the side of my crib and giving me a bottle of juice to drink while she got me out of my pajamas and wet overnight diaper. Rather than merely change me though, she left me naked and absently played with my morning hardened member while she waited for me to finish my bottle and then led me to the bathroom where she'd set up a wide array of shaving and hair removal supplies. While not overly hairy, I did have a small patch of hair above my manhood as well as a little on my chest, legs and under my arms. My face was always kept smooth but she made quick work of removing my body hair, even doing a little work on my little pucker in back. Satisfied with her work she got me into the tub and began washing me with a lovely smelling, if overly feminine soap and shampoo. Standing me up she began to thoroughly clean my most intimate areas, causing me to develop shaky legs as I began to pant softly and bite my lip to keep my moans from coming out. "Do you like it when Mommy touches your clitty and sissy hole, baby girl?" she asked in a sultry voice as her washrag encased finger traced a circle around my back entrance. I couldn't lie, though I wasn't pleased with the her new names for my parts or the moniker of 'baby girl', and nodded sheepishly as my thumb entered my mouth. She smiled and set the washrag aside as she rose to her feet and left the bathroom, reappearing a moment later with her hand behind her back. "Close your eyes, little one." she said in her sweet, motherly tone. I complied and felt her pull my thumb from my mouth gently followed by a familiar rubber texture teasing my lips, my mouth opened without a second thought but what I'd expected to enter it didn't and instead something more cylindrical went in. I opened my eyes and pulled the pacifier out by the ring on the guard revealing a small penis shaped bulb rather than the normal teat. I looked up at her in surprise and shook my head "I don't want this!" I whined. She smirked at my little outburst and guided the thing back into my mouth. "Mommy didn't ask you, sweetie." she said mater of factly as she tied the pink satin ribbon connected to the pacifier ring behind my neck. "Since my little girl likes sucking her thumb so much, Mommy figured it was probably time to introduce her to a little practice penis she can suck on just in case she meets a special boy when we're out on the town." she explained with a derisive laugh at my expense. I spat the little dick from my mouth and scowled at her. "I'm not going to suck anyone's cock!" I screamed, instantly regretting my outburst as she leaned forward and began smacking my still wet behind with her open palm. "For the next three months you're my baby GIRL," she began, overly emphasizing the change in my gender. "that means you're going to be whatever my idea of the perfect baby girl is." she continued as her blows continued to rain down, her free hand stuffing my new pacifier back into my wailing mouth. "So, if I decide you're going to suck some cock then you better prepare to pucker up, angel." she snapped as she stopped spanking me and sat me back down in the water harshly, causing my burning behind to scream in agony the second it touched the hot water and floor of the tub. "Now, if you really want to fight me on this then we can discuss it like adults once your punishment is over, but until such time as you're considered an adult around here, you'll do as you're told. Am I understood?" she asked as she looked down on me with her most domineering gaze. I sniffled and sucked the little penis pacifier...penisfier? sullenly as I looked up at her and nodded weakly. "Yef Mommy." I managed to get out between sucks and sobs. She nodded her head sharply and stood me back up, pulling the plug in the drain and helping me out of the tub before wrapping me in a large and fluffy pink towel. "Good girl, now let's get you dressed and ready, Mommy needs to get her little girl some clothes today." she said as she began drying me off. To Be Continued...

So here are two old pictures by BlackRoseSeduction. It shows a sequence where my OC is first led to, then forced to compete in, a "Pageant" for submissives. Write up below I'm fairly certain this write up has been posted in the story side in one form or another, but here it is for the pictures. The part in italics is by blackrose, the rest is mine. "Nnnf..." "Now now, sweetie. If you keep fussing like that, you're going to lose your pacifier and it's going to get aaaallll dirty. I think you've had enough lessons today to know better, hm?" :: Alex's bottom was still sore from the last lesson he learned. "No fussing when putting on dresses for Mommy." His bottom still stung, even in his big, comfy pink car seat.:: "Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl during this Pageant?" :: Alex nodded his head, a constant blush running across his cheeks. He was dolled up and ready as Mommy wanted him. He couldn't touch anything; he wasn't physically permitted to. Even though the false eyelashes bothered him, his hands were encased in sleeves, which were linked to the harness placed around his dress. No, he would remain just as Mommy wanted him until the Pageant was done. He was a good little girl.:: :: With a leash clicked to his baby harness, he had no choice but to follow like a little child. His skirt was too short to hide his diaper, and he didn't dare let go of his pacifier to speak again. He dutifully followed his Mommy like a little trained puppy, walking to the building with the giant Marquee that read "Little Teapot Beauty Pageant tonight":: "Good. Mommy wants to win, tonight. Be a good little girl and give the judges a good show.~" "Oh, and Little one... put all worries aside; your diaper is most DEFINITELY showing.~" Alex waddled behind her as best as the thick padding would allow. Even after all this time, every crinkle, every flash of white plastic and every awkward, waddling step made him blush. This was especially true with all those eyes on him. He nodded at the mistress' words, knowing he better do his best to win or face the consequences, and pouted at her comment about his diaper. Though he knew it was clearly showing, he hated to have it pointed out. He tried to think back on how he got himself into this mess. It all seemed so natural, he didn't really know what had caused it. He had arrived at the Mistress' house, told he was there for 'rehabilitation', not really knowing what that meant. It was as much his choice as anyone else's. He figured he would be out in a week or so, and move on. At first it had seemed like a game, a little bit of acting up, followed by a little bit of 'fun' punishment.... Except that he soon realized he couldn't say no to the games. The one week turned into weeks, then months, and the punishments went from brief little games to his full time life. They got more and more embarrassing, as he found himself being treated as if he were younger and younger. When the Mistress finally took out a diaper and lay it underneath him, (replacing the pull up she had him in at the time) it simply seemed natural. A spanking ended any argument, a few months without 'big boy privileges' ended any thought he didn't belong in them. Eventually, his "Mistress" became his "Mommy". Now here he was at the dreaded pageant. When she first mentioned it he had thought, or at least hoped, she was joking. He had gone out in public before, which was embarrassing enough, but an actual pageant? With all those eyes on him? He shuddered. As ordered he waved sadly at the tv cameras, trying not to think about how far they could be broadcasting. Making matters worse was a surprise twist he had only found out about that morning. He remembered waking up, nervous enough as it was for the upcoming pageant. He ate breakfast in his high chair slowly, wishing he could make the clock move slower. At that point, he was dressed in a blue baby boy onesie, diaper, and bonnet, which he would have told anyone was about as embarrassing as it gets. Oh, how naive he was. When he finally finished the last of the oatmeal shoved into his mouth by his "mommy's" over aggressive spoon, he sighed and let her help him get out of the high chair. He followed her into the bed room, expecting to find some childish version of a suit, maybe a costume, or perhaps a sailor's outfit all designed to prominently display his padded rear. Instead, to his shock, he found a frilly pink dress lying neatly on his crib. At first he didn't want to believe it. "Wha... what is that?" he asked nervously, dreading the answer. "Why, that is your dress for the pageant!" his mistress replied cheerily, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Wha..What do you mean!?" "I mean we are going to put you in a nice dress so everyone can see what a pretty little girl you are." The realization he had been avoiding finally clicked. They meant to put HIM in a DRESS, and say he was a GIRL!? "No! Please!" he shouted desperately. "I'm not a girl!" "Really?" his mistress said with mock surprise. "Is that so? Then why does it say right here on your form, 'baby girl'? It seems to be all filled out that way, are you sure your not a girl? I think we better put you in the dress just to be sure. Oh and look, you signed it, so it must be true." She showed him the form, "Sarah Paeron's Sissy Pageant," where the box 'girl' really was checked, then signed. By his own hand. Why had he missed that? He recalled signing it in a rush, with eyes full of tears, having just been 'persuaded' to do so and hoping the persuasion was over. "Silly baby, what did you think "Sissy" meant anyway? That they wanted manly babies? Is there even such a thing?" she asked. "But... but..." his complaints fell on deaf ears as she pulled the dress over his head. As soon as she let go of him, he reached for the hem of his dress. Though deep down he knew it was pointless, part of him hoped that by fighting back enough eventually she would give up. Maybe he could tear the dress? "I'm. Not. A. GIRL!" he said, yanking at it. He had barely a moment of rebellion before he found himself turned upside down. The dress, now partially flipped over his head, trapped him and kept him immobile while he was positioned over the women's knee. "Nooo..." he shouted, kicking. He knew full well what was coming next. WHAP! The familiar sting of the paddle came down upon his plastic-padded backside. He yelped in pain, and braced for the next. WHAP WHAP WHAP! They rained down as he cried and wailed. "You. Are. A. GIRL." she said, mimicking his earlier words, and punctuating each one with another spank. "You. Will. Be. A. Good. Baby. Girl. You. Will. Do. Your. Best. To. Be. Pretty. Effeminate. And. Cute. And. Win. The. Pageant. For. Mommy. Or. This. Spanking. Will. Seem. Like. A. Cakewalk. Understand?" "YESS!!!" he wailed, giving in. She finally stopped the spanking, sat him on her lap, and wrapped his arms in long, finger less sleeves. She wiped his tears from his cheeks and hugged him. "There's a good baby girl. Just let the tears come out until your done, mommy needs to do your makeup." If anything, that made him want to cry even more. So here he was, at the competition as a baby girl. Alex hoped this change wasn't permanent, but something told him it was. He stared jealously at those who were actually dressed as boys, then at his own, more effeminate competition. He wondered how many of the skirts he saw belonged to actual girls, and how many were just sissy boys like him. He joined a group of other adult babies in their own special category. Some looked as miserable as he was, while others seemed to have accepted their position and waved happily at the crowds and cameras. "See?" his mistress said, pointing at the happier ones "if you learn to accept what you are, you can love it too!" Alex cringed at the thought, hoping he never got to that point. Or so he told himself. He could feel part of his mind telling him it was better that way, that he belonged in, even preferred this lifestyle, that he really, truly hoped for it... He remembered the hug after the spanking, how soothing it was... Should he accept it and learn to love it, rather then finding it all humiliating and constantly being punished? ... Maybe it was better, accepting a life of cuteness, being adored, no responsibilities... He shook those thoughts out of his mind. He would NOT let himself go there. Anyway, he had other, much more pressing matters to worry about. He would be on stage soon, expected to look cute for the judges. If he didn't do his best to win, there would be more punishment in store, and he knew his mistress was all too happy to spank him right on stage. He really would have to work, which made his growing problem even worse... in his stomach, he could feel a rumbling, and cramps getting harder and harder to hold back. Perhaps Mistress had put something in his bottle earlier, perhaps it was just poor timing, he didn't know. He looked down at his skirt, barely covering the diaper, leaving it all visible for the crowds and cameras... He watched the line, trying to calculate how long it would take to get on stage, and how long he would be there demonstrating his babyish 'talents'... what were those talents again? Did she ever tell him what kind of show they would put on? Oh lord, what had she planed!? He hoped it had nothing to do with what he thought. More so, he hoped he wouldn't prove he needed his pampers right on stage. Did any of the things he had hoped for work out? Another cramp hit him. He hoped, oh he hoped... * (Picture 2) :: The pageant was enough to put a tinge on any sissy's cheeks. Back stage was a mess of wardrobe changes and ruffles galore! So many prissy sissies being dolled up for their big performance. Some wore wigs which were pasted cruelly to their hair, others restrained while their nails dried, posture collars in place to assure they didn't move as their makeup was perfected, etc. Everyone aimed to win, especially the sissies that often had much at stake if they lost. Alex could still feel the sting of his bottom from his last practice performance, so he knew he had to win this for Mommy if he wanted to be able to sit anytime soon!:: :: He was careful to walk past the other poor, pathetic little dolls in the hallway, moving his skirt from any staining hazards, tip-toeing past the chairs to be sure his shoes were not scoffed. He was a good sissy with a lot of practice keeping his outfit in ready shape, though of course, everyone wished to win... which meant there were competitive mothers that would do anything to make sure their investments paid off.:: "...Ooops! Dear oh Dear... you should watch where you're going!" :: Alex looked down with despair as he realized she was talking to him, seeing a nice, thick streak of blue across his white stockings. He didn't dare speak up to her, though before he met his Mommy, he knew he would need to remove those stockings!:: "Oh Sweetie. What happened to your stockings? I thought you wanted to keep your little diaper covered?" :: Alex blushed and looked away shyly from his Mommy. He couldn't think of a response, and remembering that his diaper was showing now, he couldn't even think to turn around and see if people noticed. As he thought on it, his Mommy was moving him somewhere in the room, and he realized pretty soon that he was looking out the side of the stage!! It was a huge crowd!! His eyes froze in horror as he was pushed out onto the stage. He hadn't been paying attention, but it was his turn to perform a dance for the pageant!:: :: His performance utilized several pirouettes, to which the audience always lit up in camera flashes. It wasn't exactly rare to see sissies wearing diapers, but the obvious embarrassment and unexpected shock on his face made it far too priceless to not capture that moment. Perhaps it was also something else... but Alex was too focused on his performance and humiliation to think on it. He shamefully twirled and danced across the stage, just as he had been trained to do, his Mommy proudly looking back to the other Dominant characters with a smugness to her success.:: :: As it would seem, this accidental tweak to the routine was enough to win the judges over! Alex stood proudly with his trophy, even if the title did make him blush: "Pageant's Biggest Sissy." It was a sissy's dream come true, and he let the moment sink in as a final relief to his humiliating performance. He felt a pat on his shoulder which made him swell with a little pride in his duties. ...But then he felt a pat on his bottom, to which he only just now realized... was wet this entire time.:: Dear Readers, I have read the above messages and would like to clarify some points here. There is a clear and direct attempt to slander my good name here. This was all a deliberate and successful plan to manipulate the judges, not an embarrassing mistake. I obviously just took a diaper since I definitely do not need them and barely ever wear them, and I used a bottle of apple juice to- segrsrgsfg (Please ignore Alex's previous statement. He is currently spending some quality time with a paddle and a bar of soap for the obvious naughty lie. I'll have him write a more accurate explanation later.) ... (The following is the truth. Alex will have to write honestly if he wants to get rid of the soap, and I'll be nearby with a paddle to ensure accuracy.) "That was a lie, I am sorry for misbehaving. I am very naughty baby for doing it. I always wear a diaper because I am a baby, and definitely do not do so willingly. I need them and know it is for the best that my mommy puts me in them. I accidentally tore my tights and was crying like a sissy baby as I was told I had to wear my pampers without anything covering them. I was so nervous I used them, as I often do, which one of few dsrgs - one of many, many, nearly uncountable reasons I need them. (There you have it, he admits the truth. Oh, and to say he was merely 'wet' is being kind to him. He knows better then to lie about such things. However, what he doesn't know is that it doesn't matter anyway, as it was filmed and broadcast on television, so anyone can see the truth. Right now we are going to finish his spankings as he gets to watch his most adorable, embarrassing moments on the big screen. Oh, and did his eyes go wide when he read that! If only I could capture that reaction. Also, don't tell him, but this competition qualified him for the next level of competition, which will be broadcast prime time internationally. He won't know until after of course, and we are sure to have something even more 'fun' planned.)

"You know when I was your age I didn't need diapers at all" I look at my little sister Maria, we are about the same hight despite her being only 6 and I'm 8, but I was still the older brother. She has been wetting the bed and had to wear princess diapers. "Stop, it's not diapers, it's pull ups." Whined Maria "Mom! Derick is being mean!" Uh oh, here comes mom, Maria always complains to her. "Derick, leave your little sister alone, the babysitter is going to arrive soon and I don't need conflict" Mom is currently brushing her hair. "Babysitter for the diaper wearing baby" I tease Maria. "I'm not a baby!" Maria whined. She is so whiny, she needs diapers simply because she acts like a baby. "That's enough Derick, go downstairs you two and wait for the babysitter, gotcha?" "Yes mom" we said together and we walk downstairs and sit next to each other on the couch. After a while a car pulls up to the house "MOM, THE SITTER IS HERE!" Maria yells, man she can be loud. Mom answers the door and greets the sitter and invites her in "hello, thank you for taking the job, this is Derick" she points to me "and this is Maria." she points to Maria "they can really handle themselves, just make sure Maria is in her pull up before she goes to bed and they eat something, we have food in the fridge and you have my number." Maria blushes at the mention of her wearing a pull up. "Have fun you too" mom walks out with Dad to go on their "date" night. The sitter turns to us and says "Alright, you guys can just call me Anna and I'll be your sitter, do you guys want me to spend time with you guys or do you want to be by yourselves?" "I'll be in my room" I get up and head up to my room and I hear Maria say she is going to be in her room and go up the other stairs. "Ok, I'll be down here watching TV if you guys need anything" I hear the sitter call from downstairs. My room was boring, I had a few toys but I out grew them. "I wonder what Maria is up to." I think to my self. I stand up and walk to her room and just walk in "hey Maria." "What do you want?" She snapped at me "Geez, I was bored and wanted to see what you were doing" I responded "Well I was playing with toys but I'm bored, what do you want to do?" She asked "I don't know, that's why I came here" I answered "Wanna play truth or dare?" She asked. It has been a while since Ive played truth and dare so I thought why not, as long I'm not doing nothing. "Sure, I'll go first. Truth or Dare?" "Truth" "Ok, is it true you are a baby?" "DERICK!" "OK, OK. Sorry, is it true that you like school?" "Yes, I get to go in the sandbox." I missed Pre-K, we had no homework, no class, no responsibilities. It was great. "now my turn! Truth or Dare?" "Um... Truth" start off safe. "Is it true that you like broccoli?" "Yeah, it's good!" "YUCK, I HATE IT. ok, your turn" "Truth or Dare?" "DARE!" "Oh, feeling risky huh, ok. I dare you to eat an ice cube." "Ok" Maria runs down stairs and comes back with a glass of ice and throws one in her mouth. "Ok, twoth or dare?" By Honor I must choose dare "Dare." "Ok" she leaves the room and comes back with a bottle of water. "Drink this is one go" I take the bottle and chug until the bottle was empty. That was easy. We continue with truths and dares for a while when she then dares me to put on one of her pull ups for teasing her earlier. Not wanting to back down I take one and walk into the closet and put it on and walk out looking silly. We continued for a while longer, we had crazy dare and embarrassing truths. It was Maria's turn to ask "Truth or Dare?" "Dare!" "Let me tickle you!" I was confused by this but it wasn't anything more unusual from anything so far so I let her tackle me and start to tickle me and I was laughing. Then it hit me, I had to go to the bathroom, the whole bottle I drunked earlier. "Ma..hahaha...Maria..hahahaha. St...hahah....stop...hahaha" I begged but she continued until I stopped laughing, she made sure I was pinned and used a free hand to check the diaper I just soaked, i was in shock. "Oh wow, this is soaked, who is the baby now?! Actually I guess you're just a bedwetter." I had no idea what to do, Maria got off me and sat me up sitting me on my soaked pull up and then she went around me and wrapped her arms around my stomach "do you remember that powder mommy gave me when I couldn't poop, guess what was in the water." She squeezed my stomach and I let out a loud fart and filled the pull up with poop. "Oh, I guessed you are a baby now, Only babies poop in diapers." I was even more shocked, I couldn't move, I just sat in my diaper. Maria started to walk around the room and I paid little attention to her, she pulls off my shirt and puts something else on me, she then stands in front of me and I see she is wearing my clothes, she looked a lot like me, some differences but if you didn't know us well you couldn't tell. I stood up and looked in the mirror and I looked like Maria in her dress, I was even more shocked. Someone was walking up the stairs but I didnt hear it but Maria did. She threw a doll at my feet "Denice, can you pick that up for me" she asks. I just bend over to pick it up reveiling my very dirty diaper and then the sitter walked in. "Hey guys, are you hung... Maria, I thought you only needed the diapers at night?" Please leave a comment sharing your thoughts.

This story is a sequel to gods and little morals if you have read you should for context of a lot of this. Any ways wanted to say im not dead still writing and this is a short story I been working on to finish off this story with rie completely. Part 1 of 2 Rie is black goat who years ago used to be a massive dick till one man, or should I say God changed his whole life. This God regressed rie anytime he did something bad. But rie was stubborn or just an idiot and didn't change his ways. He regressed more and more, ending up in diapers and eventually becoming a baby himself. Rie has a brother named Oliver, an adopted brother. And Oliver has a wife named Mandy. They both look like children but are 100% adults. Rie had got used to his new life but as he aged again it was harder for him to learn it was like he was unlearning everything. By the time he was 6 his mind was that of a toddler. By 10 his mind was that of a child. He was getting better but it was taking him longer to learn. A side effect from the regression. Then by 16 he acted more like a teen. Then by 24 he was a young adult. But one thing stayed consistent, his bladder problems he wore diapers for quite a while and still does to today. He still had a smart ass mouth. But nothing as bad as it used to be. He grew this like for girls in diapers. He even began to secretly like them himself. He tried to not let his dad know. But as his years went on he even started to learn boys looked just as cute as diapers. But he didn't want to admit he might like boys as well as wearing diapers. He had yet to learn of these new feelings but he was about to meet someone new who was about to change him for the better. Rie is now 24 years old and still living with his dad amaru. He has just woken up in his room. His room was black with edgy skulls on the walls and just an edgy looking room. Being an edgy goat. Rie sits up rubbing his eyes and a familiar crinkle can be heard as he moves. He throws the covers off him and he's naked except for a larger diaper around his crotch. He puts his hand on his diaper and sighs as the diaper has a yellowish tone to it. Rie sighs and shakes his head. "guess I'll be stuck with bed wetting forever…" He stands up, his diaper sagging. He grabs a hoodie from his dresser, it has skulls on the shoulders and a flower on the front. He then grabs some jeans along with a pair of black boxers. His underwear drawer was half full of boxers and other half diapers oddly. He heads to the bathroom before he feels his diaper pulled back and Rie's face goes bright red. "d-dad come on I'm not a child any more I can check myself!" Amaru stopped himself and cleared his throat. "oh I'm sorry son, it's just a force of habit. I guess I'm starting to miss when my little rie would run into my room crying about pooping his diaper." Amaru laughs and rie just walks into the bathroom slamming the door. Rie was clearly embarrassed. "damn it dad! Can you stop bringing that up? Shesh…" Once he heard amaru walk off, rie gave a smiling smile and whispered to himself. "honestly… I hope he keeps it up… but I would never tell him that. Why do I have to be so odd." Rie removed his diaper and threw it away only being wet. He gets in the shower and takes a long shower just relaxing in the hot water. He takes a 30 minute shower before getting out and drying off his fur with a hair dryer and combing himself so his fur is nice. Amaru did this to him since he was a child and he just got used to it. He was never one for self grooming before he was regressed. He gets dressed and leaves the bathroom. He goes to the kitchen and amaru has a plate of pancakes on the table waiting for him. Rie quickly jumps to the table and sits down preparing to eat. "Thanks for the food dad!" He says before chowing down. Amaru smiles and sits by him. "so… you begin college Today. You excited?" Rie shrugs. "I just hope they don't have anything stupidly boring so I don't fall asleep…. I don't think I would go back if I had an accident in class…" Amaru frowns. "do I need to pack a few diapers just in case? Are you going to move into a dorm? Or stay here?" Rie blushes. "no dad… but I doubt it unless I found a friend to dorm with. But… I haven't been able to make one since school. Not like I haven't tried! But going through school a lot older than I should have been, kids seemed to ignore me." Amaru hugs rie and rie hugs back. "something tells me you will make a friend. I can feel it. So just be open and try ok? And if you want to move into a dorm with a friend, don't be scared too? Daddy will be fine. I'll miss you a lot but I got to let go eventually huh?" Rie half smiles and rolls his eyes. "ok dad… shesh I uhh love you." Amaru let's go and kisses his cheek. "I love you too, rie. And good luck." Rie finishes his food and heads out the door. He gets in his car and drives a few hours away to his local college. This place was huge and confusing. He parked his car and went out just looking around. People were all over. Male female. Other goats, dogs, cats, foxes. He's not seen so many different kinds of anthro animals. Even humans in this place didn't discriminate. Rie pulled out a paper from his hoodie pocket and looked it over. "The first place to go is the auditorium. Uh… damn where the hell is that? I'm about to say screw this and just head home…" Suddenly someone accidentally bumps into him. It was a boy fox about his age. "o-oh no I'm sorry." He gives rie a curious look. Rie tried not to get mad and calmed himself down. "it's whatever…" The fox wearing a green hoodie rubbed his arm and smiled at rie. "umm I'm Joseph by the way nice to meet you. You look like the kinda type to bully people…I just don't want any trouble." Rie looked down. Of course he was the bullying type. But amaru changed him for the better or the best he could. Rie sighed. "I'm rie. I'm not looking for trouble just here to learn I guess…" Joseph smiles Bigger and holds out his hand to shake. Rie looks at him for a while before he shakes his hand. "Let's be friends, rie. You look like you need a friend!" Rie blushes. "i-I don't need nothing! But… fine whatever I have tons of friends but sure whatever let's be friends." Joseph nods and pulls out his schedule. "so you need help? This isn't my first year I can show you around after school if you like." Rie shrugs. "uhh sure that might help but I got to find the auditorium. I don't have any clue where that could be." Joseph points to a big building. "That's over there! That's where the new people are introduced to the school and then they get to decide if they want to dorm here at school." Rie nods. "cool thanks." Rie begins to walk away before he stops. He don't look back at him but talks. "you… dorm here?" Joseph nods. "ya I live alone why?" Rie shrugs. "just asking. See you after school Jo." Joseph tilted his head and mumbles. "jo? Did he just give me a nickname?" His eyes light up his tail wags like crazy and looks crazy happy waving to rie as he walks off to the auditorium. Rie walks in and sees walls of people sitting on benches waiting for the school staff to get here. Rie takes a seat and waits as well. Soon the school staff walk in and begin to explain things. Rie listened to a big long speech bored out of his mind. He nearly fell asleep when people started to leave. He shook his head and jumped up. He puts his hands in his hoodie pockets and walks out of the auditorium. "damn it, I didn't listen to what I was supposed to be doing." He pulls out his schedule and looks it over. "just explore the campus today?" He shrugs. "alright, whatever. Easy enough." He puts it away and just begins to walk around, he finds the Cafe kinda close by and he walks in and sees the place kinda full of people. He waits in line before Finally getting to the front and buying a coffee. He sits at a table and takes a drink and relaxes when suddenly someone sits by him. "hiya rie!" Rie jumps and looks around and sees the boy fox from before. "Jesus… scared the crap outta me." Joseph giggles and smiles. "sorry… just seen you coming in here after my class. I got a hour if you want me to help you look around." Rie rubbed his head. "uhh sure? Thanks jo." Joseph tail wags. "great! Then let's go!" Joseph shows rie all around the campus showing him where his classes are, where to eat and so on. They Finally end up in the dorms. "and this is where I live!" He points to dorm 446. Rie looks around then points at the door. "mind if I look around? I've been thinking of getting a dorm." Joseph pauses for a bit. "uhh well I'm sure it will be fine ok. Just… never mind let's go!" He unlocks the door and goes in and gestures for rie. He walks in and Joseph shuts the door. The dorm was fairly plain looking at least the front room was. "so ya this is what the houses look like. You going to get your own dorm?" Rie shrugs. "not sure… though it might be more fun to dorm with someone." Joseph looked a bit nervous for some reason. "o-oh really… and your thinking of dorming with me am I right?" Rie smirks. "hmm not a bad idea. But sure if you don't mind. Can I check out there room?" Joseph gulps. "Well my room is kinda a mess. It's unfortunate I really wanted to show you!" He laughs awkwardly. "oh come on what's the big deal? My rooms never clean either. Just show me it. We are friends right?" Joseph ears lower "well… alright." Joseph goes to his door and takes a deep breath in and out before going in. His room was very colorful. Filled with what seems to be toys. And the smell of baby power. But oddly rie didn't find this too odd living with Oliver and his girlfriend. But the room had a pink carpet that just gave off some very flamboyant vibes. "I mean… it's not that bad? But what's up with the girly feeling?" Joseph blushes. "and this smell… smells so familiar?" He couldn't quite place it. Joseph Finally speaks up. "o-oh man look at the time I got to go to school! I'll be back!" He runs out the door and just leaves. Rie holds his hand out and sighs. "guess I'll stay here till you get back." He walks past his dresser and finds a pacifier in his dresser. He found it quite odd then it hit him what might be going on. "is… Joseph… an adult baby? I saw about them online but I never saw one for real." His mind wanders and blushes and shakes his head. "rie stop! That's weird! Anyways I need to leave. I doubt he wears diapers." But his mind turns to the closet. He opened it and found surprisingly a few girls dresses in it. And looking around he eventually found a box of diapers. He pulled out one and was blown away. It looked like it was for Girls but did Joseph also have bladder problems? He asked himself. But he did find the diaper cute. He walked around exploring Joseph's room. He did find this very odd but also interesting. He went to the bathroom and just stared at this pink diaper with bunnies on it. Before he took off his jeans and underwear. Next he diapered himself. He blushed as he just looked at himself in this diaper. It was much thicker than his night time Diapers. "... God if dad seen me he would make me pretend to be a baby" He laughed to himself then thought about Joseph and smiled. "Maybe Joseph wants this?" He pulls up his pants and goes to the front room and turns on the TV. It was on kids TV. All rie could do was chuckle. But laid back on the couch and watched this TV. It wasn't his choice but guess it could be worse but eventually he fell asleep. Later in the day Joseph gets home and sees rie laying on his couch. Joseph blushes and pokes rie. "u-umm…" Rie leans up rubbing his eyes. "huh? What…? Oh I forgot I was Watching TV…" He looked At the TV and tilted his head. "the uhh kids network?" Rie smirks. "ya it was on when I turned it on. So let me see if I got this straight. You are a sissy? And wear… diapers?" Joseph looked insanely embarrassed; he just nodded. "I see. Tell me About it? Why? What do you do… I'm curious." Joseph looked confused. "Y-your not going to tell everyone?" Rie shakes his head. "I'm not that kinda person anymore. But no I won't, I'm curious." Joseph keeps blushing and rubs his arm. "well… I'm what you call a little. I like to pretend I'm young and stuff like baby young and uhh might also like pretending to be a girl." Rie laughs Joseph's ears lower and looks like he wants to cry. "that's got to be the cutest thing I ever heard of! Sounds kinda like my brother and his wife. But you don't look 9." Joseph looked more Confused. "well… ok? So you're not making fun of me?" Rie sighs. "if I was mocking you would i have done this?" Rie pulls his pants down and reveals he is wearing one of his diapers. Joseph blushes and his tail wags fast. "so you like them too?!" He shrugs. "kinda? Not like you? I enjoy the feel but I hate being a kid…" Joseph thinks for a while. "Maybe you're more of A Caretaker?" Rie gives a confused look. "caretaker? What's that?" Joseph wags his tail, smiling more. "Well it's a person that takes care of a little. Like changing their diapers and treating them like a baby!" Rie blushes. "That's a bit odd but I guess it could be ok but… I also enjoy diapers… is that wrong for a caretaker?" He shakes his head. "quite the opposite! Littles love to see their caretakers padded!" Rie gives a smile. "huh… I guess it's not that bad. But God I can't let my dad know about any of this." Joseph nods. "same. I would never tell my family. That's why I moved into a dorm. So you can move in with me! I'll even pay for all the bills on one condition!" Rie tilts his head. "and what would that be? Sounds like an unfair trade if I get to live here rent free?" Joseph shrugs. "not to me. But I want you to be my caretaker! When I'm home you take care of me. I'm not allowed to be a adult when I'm home!" Rie gives him an odd look. "but that would mean I make up the rules? Change you… like I wouldn't be able to handle that. Are you sure you can do that?" Joseph just nods, getting more in his face, his tail wagging like crazy. Rie rubs his head. "well… uhh ok sure? If you're positive? This might not be that bad." Joseph couldn't contain his excitement as he hugged rie close. Rie blushes. "thanks rie! I'm so excited" Rie was kinda speechless for a while. But he eventually hugged back. "so umm I guess we need to get you dressed…?" Joseph looked surprised. "you want to start today I wasn't expecting that… umm if you want to I'll do as you say." Rie was still kinda surprised. “So...you will do as i say? You won't disobey me? I mean to an extent anyways.” Joseph blushes and nods “Ya...i guess so. Just dont go crazy heh” Rie thinks for a bet before he looks joseph in the eyes “Will you call me...daddy?” Rie blushes and Joseph's tail wags like crazy and also blushes more. “Alrighty... daddy” Rie felt funny he just smiles they both do just staring at each other. “Anyways Joseph you should go to your room we need to get you dressed. “ Joseph giggles. “Ok… daddy!” He says rushing back to the bedroom. Rie smiles. "... Man this is weird. I imagined finding a cute girl that was into diapers… but another guy? I mean… he's about as girly as some girls" He laughs and walks into Joseph's bedroom. Joseph sat on his bed with a diaper sitting beside him and a pink onesie. He was blushing quite heavily. It was clear he's never done this in front of anyone. Rie was a bit nervous as well. He wasn't sure if he could do this. But his curiosity had already peaked and he had to see this through. "so umm… just tell me what to do daddy…" Rie walks up to him and gently pushes him on his back. Joseph covered his eyes as he laid back. "you ok?" Rie Asked thinking he's doing something bad.he shook his head. "j-just nervous sowwy" He said with a lisp. Rie helped him remove his shirt and then next his pants. Leaving him in his boxers. Joseph didn't say a word nor did rie. It was hard to tell who was more embarrassed. Rie grabbed the diaper and began to get it ready just kinda stalling time for a bit. He puts it down then begins to pull off Joseph's boxers. He quickly grabs the diaper and puts it under him. Next he grabs baby powder that was set out by Joseph and powders him up before he tapes the pink diaper on him it was more pink then the one rie was wearing. Rie took a sigh of relief. Next he helped Joseph into his onesie. He pulled it over his head and down his waist and snapped it at his crotch. Rie couldn't help but smile then began to laugh. Joseph Finally looks at rie still red in the face. "W-what's so funny…? Are you laughing at me…?" Rie shakes his head. "I just… I just forgot you were a boy for a split second. You're kinda cute… but why all the girly stuff? I don't get that, I mean I think I enjoy diapers but pink and girly… not my thing." Joseph thinks for a while. Then speak up. "well, I'm not sure I don't want to be a girl? I think? But I like to be teased and pretend… I think I like the teasing? Not like the mean kind. But the… well like you do! I know you're not being mean, you're just having fun. And not judging me. Most people If they saw an adult man in a diaper and wearing girly clothes we would probably be called creeps. But you… you didn't judge me once. " Rie was blown away. Rie could understand some of these feelings. He felt like he had to take care of Joseph. No, he wanted to. "Joseph… I have fully decided to be your caretaker full time!" He smacks his chest. "so while you are at home you won't be doing any adult activities except maybe your homework. But you will be padded no matter what while at home." Joseph looked a bit worried. "but what if-" Rie covers his mouth and shushes him. "shhh. Joseph do you trust me? Do you trust me 100% to take Care of you? Because let me tell you I lived through 2 childhoods… so I'm ready to take Care of my own 'child'" Joseph smiles, his tail wags and nods then looks confused. "wait? 2 childhoods? Heh daddy your odd.." Rie sighs and sits by him. "alright I got a story for you Joseph. My dad's a .. God of emotions. I used to be a dick a trouble maker. I did anything I wanted for fun. But amaru basically kidnapped me and anytime I did anything bad he would regress me." Joseph looks sceptical. "okie?" Rie grones. "I'm being serious! I regressed to a 2 year old then aged back up… I was in diapers till I was 18 at least. I still have night time accidents." Joseph giggles. "that's cute. But you should introduce us some Time. If it is true maybe your dad can regress me!" He giggles like he's joking around. Rie looks down. "uhh… I would rather my dad not know about this… stuff, If he doesn't already. Oh God please tell me he doesn't know. If not he will not let me Live it down." Joseph nods. "I agree… if I told my parents they would probably hate me… they want a manly fox...not some fox that pretends to be girly and a baby…" Rie puts his arm around him and pulls him into a hug. Joseph is surprised but lays into him and hugs back. He moves just right, feeling Rie's diaper accidently. Then looks confused. " daddy? Are you… wet? " Rie blushed and quickly felt his diaper. Blushing more. "crap I forgot I fell asleep…" Joseph looked kinda surprised. "so you seriously have bladder problems?" Rie nods. "right, you didn't believe me? I don't know what's wrong with my stupid body… but I can't sleep without diapers." Joseph smiles and keeps hugging rie. "that's ok, I don't have any problems like that so I don't know if I'll use my diaper a lot…" Rie smirks. "well there's no bathroom breaks while at home. Even if you get home and have to pee really bad I'll pad you up and you will understand." Joseph looked surprised but nodded. "anything else?" Rie nods. "a lot… while at home you have a bedtime. You will be changed before bed so make Sure to use your diaper for I lay you down. Won't change you till the next day. Another is no adult clothes but I'll fix that to no boys clothes." He blushes and nods. "you will call me daddy no matter where we are." He says with a smirk. Joseph looked A bit worried "W-well… if that's what you want daddy… I'll do it." Rie was surprised by how determined he was to do this. Rie boops his nose and smiles. "and as soon as you get home you have to give me a big hug and before you leave." Joseph smiles big. "ok! This is going to be so much fun!" Rie laughs. "ya it is. Now it's getting kinda late now but let's get something to eat. I'm starving. You got any food here?" Joseph shrugs. "not much… I normally go buy from a restaurant." Rie gives a smirk. "so I guess we need to go out" He stands up and takes Joseph's hand and pulls him up. Joseph's face begins to turn red. "W-wait you not serious right? I can't go out like this." He began to shake with embarrassment and almost excitement. But mostly fear. Rie laughs and hugs him and pats his diaper butt. "I'm joking baby. Tell me what you want and I'll go grab it. We will get some food to cook tomorrow." You can see the relief fall off Joseph. Even though he didn't have to do what rie said rie was almost certain Joseph would have done it if he said to. He didn't understand why Joseph was not making any choices himself. Then it hits him. Josephs acting like A Child. And really good at it too. Joseph tells rie his order rie leaves. Joseph sits on his bed and giggles. "oh my God… I almost forgot I was an adult and could say no. If he just pushed me a bit I might have gone outside in a onesie and diaper God I would have died of embarrassment!" He lays back and begins to laugh and puts his hand on his diaper. "why do I trust him so much? I let him undress me and stuff… I hope he doesn't tell anyone. But I feel like I can trust him." He sits up and gets on his floor and begins to play with toys going completely into a little space. It didn't feel like long before rie got home and Joseph ran into the front room and gave him a big hug. "DADDY! welcome home!" Rie was caught off guard. "Well your sudden very… childish heh. Anyways here's your food." He hands him his food Joseph giggles. "yay! Thank chu daddy!" He sits down in front of The TV And watches TV and eats rie shrugs and takes off his pants in nothing but his hoodie and diaper. Kinda soggy looking. He thought might as well join the fun. Joseph looks Back and blushes then giggles. "Daddy needs a change." He blushes and shrugs. "it's not that bad yet… no reason go waste them." Joseph just smiles and goes back to watching tv. Suddenly 7 pm comes around and rie shuts off the TV. "no it was just getting good!" He complains. Rie smirks. "too bad it's bed time kiddo." He looks out the window. "but… it's still light outside." He says kinda pouting. "are you not going to listen to daddy?" His eyes get big and eyes lower. "no daddy…" He says getting up Joseph diaper saga a bit. "wait a minute. Come here for a second." He goes over to rie and rie checks his diaper making Joseph blush. He was able to control it but he also kinda was hoping rie didn't find out. "ahh you wet kiddo. Let's get you changed. I might as well change as well before I go to bed." He grabs Joseph's hand who was blushing and walking by him with a smile. He's laid on the bed and begins getting his diaper changed. He's cleaned up and then put in a new diaper. He puts his onsie back together and then tucks him into his bed. "now get to sleep princess. And if I find you stayed up ill spank you." Joseph's eyes got big. "o-ok daddy. Umm I love you." He blushed realizing what he said. Rie also blushed. "i-I mean like your my daddy and stuff… oh God… umm I'm sorry" Rie cracked a smile and leaned down as awkward as it was and kissed his forehead "L-love you too" They both blushed looking at each other for a while. Before rie grabs a diaper and leaves, shutting the door. He takes a sigh of relief. "damn… how did dad do this so easily. A-and why does he have to be so cute…" He complained going to his room he un-tapes his diaper letting it plop to the ground before he replaces it with the new one. He sits on his bed and rubs his face. "I'm going to have ro tell dad one day aren't I? I can imagine it… 'ha ha you like boys and not only those sissy boys in diapers' God I'm such a weirdo! But… I don't hate myself for it. Dad taught me to enjoy what I like… as long as it's not bad." he shivered at his own thoughts. "I didn't even give this a second thought what if I get into this too much… and do something mean? Joseph is such an innocent… adult kid…? He doesn't seem like he wants a relationship, just a daddy. Honestly… I think that's all I want to do is do what dad did for me. Kinda… it's his fault I'm into this stuff… " He sighs and lays on his back his diaper crinkling he puts his hand over his diaper "heh I remember laying in bed one day my diaper soaked and just humping my big teddy my dad got me. He even came in like a few minutes after I was so red in the face and embarrassed… i-I think it only made me enjoy it more. That's when I begin to change my own diapers. " He shivers. " I would feel awful if I made my dad clean that… shit and piss whatever but… that it's not cool. Maybe I'll quit school… Dad said I needed to come to get a job. But what if this was my job? Taking care of an adult that wants to be treated like a sissy baby? I mean if I get a place to stay and other stuff why not. " He thought to himself. "ya I think that's what I'll do… I want to slowly push what I can get Joseph to do. But not push him too far. By the end I want to be able to take him out in a dress and diaper. Clearly it will be hidden, the diaper I mean. He's… kinda feminine so the dress won't look too bad. " Rie had a goofy smile on his face imagining his embarrassment. This was only the beginning of Joseph and Rie's time together but he was going to make sure Joseph gets everything he thinks a little should get. The next few weeks are rie doing caretaker things with his little. Along with making him very cute in sissy attire. They both had a lot of fun. Joseph eventually got to the point where he was wearing diapers 24/7 along with rie. Rie quit the college but didn't tell his dad yet. But Joseph agreed to be the adult to get a job and do that if rie agreed as soon as he got back he would care for him. Rie agreed and this is how their relationship began. Finally about a month goes by and they have both gotten used to this style of living. Rie don't think anything would surprise him anymore. But that's when Joseph has one question. "hey daddy!" Joseph asks, being petted on rie's lap. Joseph had on a dress that was riding up and his diaper was on clear view. "what princess?" Joseph smiles up at him. "I Wanna meet you daddy!" Rie's eyes go big and his heart begins to pound. The one person who he doesn't want to know about any of this. "y-you don't want to meet him…" He nods. "but I do daddy! Pretty please!" He frowns and rie's heart exploded figuratively of course from how cute this was. "W-well… ok. I'll let you see my dad"

(So these are the first few pages of a fantasy/comedy/kink comic I was working on with Aungshadow on devinatart. Along with a typical fantasy adventure base, it would have abdl, sissy, and bdsm themes, and feature my OC as a diapered sub warrior and his as a sissified sub mage. * I wrote out the script and he was going to draw it, but I'm not sure if it is going to continue as he is having some perosnal issues. Anyway, here is the beginning, and if there is ever more I'll post here) (*I mean... his character is still technically diapered... and mine is still technically sissified... but those are the more noticeable "roles")

(before i start, i would like to say that this story is based on a dream i had and shared on Deviant art. a fan of mine made their own verion based on that orignal dream idea. if you like this story, and would like to see someone elses interpataion of it, please check out this link! https://www.deviantart.com/crissiebaby/art/Fantasy-Dust-Pt-1-882829623 It was a nice hot sunny day as the final bell for school just rang and signaled the start of summer. Most were excited that school was over. Some were already dreading the summer school they would need to do. But for 2 young men, something special waited just for them. “Hello?” David asked as he walked into a classroom. He reserved a letter asking him to come to the room to discuss something important. His friends all said that it had to be a love letter and that he had to go alone to get confused too. But the classroom seemed empty. Even as he walked further inside and the door closed behind him, he couldn't see anyone. Suddenly someone jumped up from behind a teacher's desk and blew glittery dust all over David! “What the hell!” David shouted as they coffed and fanned the dust away to look at who did it. It was just some nerdy-looking guy David did not know. “What the hell man, is this some type of joke?” David shouted as he realized he was just pranked and got his hopes up for nothing. ”Are you looking to get your ass kicked?” “You can try, but with that small week body I dont think you can do much.” the nerd said with a slightly nervous grin. This made David mad as he charged at the nerd and swung a punch at his face, but somehow only managed to punch his chest and hurt his own hand! “OW!” David yelled in surprise as he looked at his hand. He was never the biggest or strongest, but even he was sure he could beat us some nerd with glasses. “BWHAHAHA!” the nerd shouted in laughter. “I can’t believe it! It worked! That genie I found wasn't lying to me!” “W-what the hell are you laughing about?” David asked confused when he heard genie. “Oh yesterday when I was cleaning the library, I found this old dusty book hidden behind a shelf when I brushed away the dust and opened it, a Genie popped out. It gave me some magic dust to use on someone to “change their reality.” the Nerd told David as he held up the book. “And looking at you now, it clearly worked.” That's when David finally noticed he had gotten a little smaller and his body was now very skinny. “What the hell!” David shouted in fear. “Why the hell are you doing this to me!?” “Oh, actually I meant to leave that note on your friend’s desk. He was the one to bully me in middle school. But I guess I mixed the desks up. And since your already here, I decided to still test the dust out on you first.” “This is fucking crazy! Im out of here!:’ David yelled as he tried to run away from the nerd. “You're not going anywhere. You're going to do everything I say. Stating with bending over that desk.” the nerd commanded. Suddenly, it was as if his body was moving on its own, David spun around and walked over to a student's desk, and bent his self over the table. “Humm, I guess making you scrawny also means you have such a flat body. It's like you make a perfect right angle. Dont worry, if I give you a feminine body, that should fix that.” the nerd said with glee as David's body changed again. Parts of David's skinny body filled out and such as his hips, thighs, ass, and even his chest! If you didn't know any better, you would think David was just some cute tomboy! And the nerd had a great view of David's small round and firm ass. “I swear once im back to normal im going to break your body to where you'll never see a bathroom again!” David threatens the nerd. But the nerd just grinned at the new idea he just had. “Doesn't sound so convincing from the one who gets turned on warring a toilet.” David looked at the nerd in confusion until he suddenly felt very turned on when his underwear became fluffier? “Why dont you show me what's in your pants.” the nerd said as David finally stood up and unbuttoned his pants. His pants fell to the floor and revealed he was now warring a large-sized pink princess pullup! To make it worse, the front was bulging out and making it obvious he was erect. “Isn't that cute? Your mommy must have put you into the pink one since it was already hard to tell you were a boy anyway.” the nerd commented. With horror, David watched as the bulge in his diaper began to shrink. He could still feel himself rock hard and horrny, but his dick was now so small the bulge in the diaper was barely noticeable now! “What the fuck!” David screamed out in shock and horror. “Aww dont be too sad. At least you can enjoy wetting that diaper.” the nerd says as he watches David's face change from fear to confusion as he began wetting the diaper. Why was he enjoying wetting a diaper!? David thought to himself as he tried his best not to and fight the changes. That's when the nerd grabbed the front of the diaper with his hand and gave it a light squeeze. David grabbed onto the nerd's arm with both of his hands. “S-stop that!” David shouted. Too weak to resist. “What do you mean? You're the one enjoying my hand,” they said with glee right in front of David as David then looked down. He was now humping his wet diaper on the nerd's hand! David tried to fight it, but he couldn't stop his body! His arms wouldn't let go of the nerds and were used to help David hump more! The nerd was enjoying every moment as he watched David loos himself and moan in pleasure. Even as the nerd tried to raise his hand, David's crotch world follow. Even getting on his tippy tows just to continue humping. “Why dont you show me the training bra you're so proud of.” the nerd said as he raised David's shirt to reveal a pink child's training bra with little harts where his nipples would be. David's breasts weren't that big, but that's what made it even cuter. David’s moans only intensified as the nerd began to fondle his new breasts before squealing as the nerd pinched his nipple. “You must really love that diaper if you're already cumming from such a short time playing with it.” the nard comments as David’s body suddenly jerked back and smashed his crotch into the nerd’s hand as he had the most mind-blowing orgasm he had ever had! After 30 seconds of shaking and cumming, David's legs turned into jelly as he finally collapsed onto the floor panting. “Im so glad you enjoyed your fun. But now it's time to return the favor” the nard says as he unzips his pants and reveals his hard-on. David couldn't even think strate as his body just leaned forward with his mouth open and excepted the nard inside. “Show me why they call you the best cock sucker in the whole school.” the nard commands as David suddenly began to give the beard the best (only) blow job he had ever had! David didn't know how, but he was able to do things with his mouth he didn't know was possible! It was as if years of experience were suddenly in his head! “Oh god! This is too good! Im already cumming! Thake it all you cock hungry slut! Enjoy your favorite meal!” the nard shouts as he came right into David's mouth. David could not describe the taste in his mouth, but he knew he had to savor it and get as much of it as possible. Before the nard could pull out, David grabbed his legs and put the nard's whole cock into his mouth, and sucked out any and all cum that was still left inside before letting it pop out of his mouth. The nard happily watched as David enjoyed his treat before swallowing it all. “Now what do you say to daddy?” the nerd asked. “Thank you for the treat daddy,” David said happily with a smile on his face as his mind nearly broke just then. The nerd screamed out with laughter. “I still can't believe all of this worked! But dont worry little one, you will have your friend joining you soon.” the nerd says happily as he began to pull his pants back up and heard a crinkle. “huh?” The nerd looked down at his still unbutton pants and could see his underwear was changed out for a pink diaper. “What the?” the nerd said as he then noticed his chest growing slightly and his body changing! “What's going on!” “The wish has been fulfilled.” said a booming voice as the book the nerd was holding earlier opened and a large genie popped out of it. “This isn't what I wished for!” the nard shouted as his body continued to change.” you said you would grant me the power to change anyone into what I wanted!” “That is what I said.” the genie says. “You can change anyone into what YOU wanted. you were granted 30 minutes to change anyone. But once the time was up, you would get what YOU wanted. The beard had a look of horror on his face as he realized the word game the genie had used. “I think I understand how it works,” David said as the nerd spins around to see David standing up. Back to normal, and very pissed. “Hey genie, can I get that same wish?” “Yes.” the genie said as it gives David the same dust the nard had used earlier. The nerd’s diaper was already being soaked as he tried to run away. But David easily pulled the light sissy nerd back and blew the dust into his face. “NO!” the nerd screamed before coffing and fearing what was to come. “Dont worry, im not going to be as terrible as you were. In fact, let's fix that “little” problem in your diaper.” David tells the nerd. Immediately the nerd’s diaper began to bulge out nearly a foot long! The diaper he was wearing was just barely staying together. The nerd was speechless as he stared down at his new huge cock! “Why are you just staring at it? Go on, touch it. When it gets this big it just needs to be milked.” David says as he sits down in a chair to watch the show. With one hand, the sissy reached into their diaper to start stroking themselves while the other hand rubbed the tip of their dick through the socked diaper. their hips rocking back and forth as the pleaser in their dick rises. “What a lovely body you have. You must have a great morning workout to get a lean and town body like that.” David said as the sissys small and skinny body began to get a little muscular and toned. But the nerd didn't even notice as they were too busy getting ready to cum inside their diaper! “HHHHHH!” the nerd moaned loudly as their body shook and came right into the already wet diaper. “Daddy, im coming!” “Oh? I guess that part also backfired on you.” David says as he checks the time. “Well baby girl, we still got time left, and you know just coming once or twice is never really enough for you.” Despite already coming, the sissy still felt the urge to come even more! “Stop!” David tells the sissy just before they could start stroking once more. “Why dont you show me just how flexible you are.” Without any hesitation, the sissy knew what to do and layed down on the ground and swung their lower body over their head. The sissy's long cock freely swung above their face and still dripped some cum. Still, without hesitation, the sissy began to give themselves a blowjob using all the skills they had. “Look at you go,” David commented as they watched. But the sissy was no longer listening. They were too focused on the treat in front of them and nothing would stand in the way of that. “Looks like you can't hear me anymore. Oh well, our time is almost up but I still got a few ideas to do first.” David tells the sissy as they tried to plan out how to do this right. ”thanks to great investments, you are well off in life. Nice car, home, and job. You especially like the house because it has everything you and your lover could ever need.” Looking at the clock, David could see he was almost out of time. But lucky for him, it looked like Sissy was also just about to finish. “That's it, Sissy, show daddy why you love that cock so much,” David said as the Sissy finally came. The sissy's eyes grew wide as they squealed delighted as so much cum filled their mouth! All of which they happily swallowed. When their body fully collapsed onto the ground, the sissy was panting from it all. “Oh baby,” David called. “Are you forgetting something?” Sissy turned their head to see David naked. The moment Sissy saw Daddy's cock, she imiditly became hungry for more. She got onto her hands and knees and crolled her way to Daddy and began sucking his delicious dick. “Such a good sissy,” David tells them as they counted down the last few seconds. 3.2.1. “MMMMMMM!” sissy squealed as daddy's cock suddenly got much bigger and filled her entire mouth and throat before giving her tummy another large dose of yummy cum! David watched as his little Sissy enjoyed his new cock while everything else about them changed. Sissy was back to being small and thin, while David suddenly got toned and stronger. Small memories of his family's investments and how he was able to own his own home and starts his new job next week. Almost everything David could ever ask for. But there was one other thing he wanted. And now that the magic was gone, he could finally get it. David pulled himself out of the sissy's moth. “Turn sound and Show daddy your soggy bum,” David commanded. Sissy did just as daddy commanded and turned around. her face on the ground and her butt in the air just for daddy. David gave the wet diaper a few good pats before he pulled the diaper down. Her dick was no bigger than an oversized clit and was very had to notice. But that didn't matter as daddy grabbed and spread both of sissy’s butt checks and poked her quivering butt hole with his massive daddy cock. “NO!” Sissy suddenly yelled in fear! “You're too big daddy! You'll break my butt if you go inside me!” “You shouldn't worry Sissy, you wear a diaper all the time already.” Daddy sais as he gose in. Sissy squeals out in pain, and lust as her ass is spread wide to take in all of daddy! And daddy made sure he would put it all into her. he wasn't even halfway in when sissy began cumming from her clit all over the floor. “You tried to break me earlier. Well, let's see if I can break you without any magic.” David tells his sissy before raming the other half of his cock inside. “HAAAAAAA!!!!” Sissy screamed as daddy fucked her sissy ass. stretching and breaking it to where she would always need her diaper. but that didn't matter anymore. as her screams of pain turn to moans, she knew the only thing her butt would be good for was messing her diaper and pleasing her daddy. "Daddy! give me more! come in me more!" the genie watched with a smile as his two former masters were happy with their wishes as Daddy came inside his little sissy slut.

(This is an older story I basically made up on the fly for this picture, but it works together so I decided to post it) OW! OW! OW! Alex shouted as he endured his spanking. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the chair legs underneath him. He swore it was worse each time. Why did this always happen to him? He had grown up. Both literally and officially according to the laws. At one point, he wasn't. He grew older, but had been caught in several immature behaviors and sent back to re-training. it had taken years, with him seemingly growing older only to be put back down in a dozen different ways. He'd lived in regression nurseries, punishment and reformation centers, maturity schools, with adopted families, even an old castle. He had gone through punishment training, reformation, all sorts of things where this had been expected. But then he had passed. He was allowed back into society, reinstated as a full adult, given back his age. He had a job, his own apartment, mature friends- all signs of his maturity. And yet he was still punished like a child, or at least a trainee. Why? The women who had him bent over her knees- a tall redhead who insisted he call her 'mistress,' was a court ordered life coach. After he had spent so long undergoing the various embarrassing punishments and so often rebounding back and having to start over, he was only allowed 'under guidance'. She was supposed to watch him, help him, and ultimately determine if he really had matured or no. Maturity meant freedom, faking meant he would end up back as an adult baby, possibly permanently this time. She also, technically, had the right to punish him as she saw fit if. The fact that she did it so often and happened to use such degrading methods was none of the courts business- in fact, it would probably be used against him if anything. So here he was, all grown up and still getting spanked. He forgot which flimsy excuse she used this time. She had a bunch of them, that he was sleeping too late and rushing to get to work, leading to early bedtimes, that he had too much sugar and junk food in the house and wasn't eating healthy, leading to feedings, that his apartment was messy, leading to maid work... and on, and on, and all with spanking. He couldn't argue, the court would side with her, and they only needed a small excuse to see him back in pampers. He figured she just liked seeing him bent over her knee. Part of him worried she wanted much more. He could feel the spanking coming to an end, as she slowed. He was still yelping from the blows, and he felt a tear in his eye. He hoped she never did plan to adopt someone. She'd make a harsh 'mommy'- she seemed to love finding excuses to punish her charges, and had one of the strongest spanking arms Alex had seen. Eventually she stopped, turned him over and sat him down on her knee. Alex winced. Part of it was from the pain of a recently spanked bare bottom pressing down on her, and part of it was from embarrassment at the childish position. Laps were where regressees ended up, either bent over them or sitting on top, and a position Alex had spent far too much time in. She acted like she was doing it to comfort him, rubbing his back and rocking him, but he figured she was doing it to see him blush. "There's a good boy, there's a good boy," she said soothingly. "Did you learn your lesson?" Alex nodded. "Good boy. Then go get dressed in one of your cute outfits," she said sternly, but with a smile. "Wh...what!?" Alex gasped. She couldn't mean... no... "Oh you know exactly what I mean sweetheart. I know all about whats in your closet, I see the receipts, remember? I need to go now and I think this will be a good reminder. And don't pretend your upset, I know you want to!" Alex stared at her with his mouth agape. She was right, he had been planning on it, but having her know and point it out... "Well? Go!" she said, patting his sore bottom. Alex yelped, got up, and ran down the hallway to his bedroom. He haired her live as he did. Alex's bedroom was, from all appearances, as normal as could be. After years undergoing those particular punishments, he made sure of it. Blue walls, regular double bed, bookshelf, and a desk which he used solely for work. No toys, no dolls, no video games, nothing that could be seen as in any way childish or effeminate. He didn't even have anything that was pink. He made sure of it. At least, that is how it seemed. Taking a deep breath, he reached into his closet. He removed a large storage box and set it aside. Behind it was another identical box on top of a storage bin. He moved the box, opened the bin, and looked inside. It seemed normal- a few shirts, coats, winter clothes- just things he wouldn't need right away. He moved those aside, and there it was. The one thing only he, and now his mistress, knew about. Inside was a pink silken dress, complete with bows and ruffles, and stockings to go with it. There was a set of footed pajamas, designed after baby clothes but sized for an adult. There was a teddy bear, pacifiers, baby powder, and dolls. And, of course, hidden the furthest down of all, were his diapers- thick and white, patterned with bows, and looking as much like a baby diaper as they could at that size. Blushing, he choose one of the pampers, powder, the pacifier, and the dress. He lay them down on the bed and stared at them, blushing. He never got over the embarrassment of wearing them. Part of him still hated them all, and perhaps himself for buying them. He always felt a bit upset putting them on. However, after years of being forced into them, of struggling to hide his humiliating undergarments only to have them deliberately flashed in public, of working to avoid being treated as a child at any cost, of doing everything he could to look mature, not to mention the stress of the punishments, the shouting, the spankings, the work, the mocking... part of him had grown to love it too. If anything, being babied was one of the rare times he was unlikely to face much in the way of stress and simply be comforted. No one was ever really mad at a baby, expected much of them or demanded responsibility. He had always found himself in that position anyway, why work against it? Quickly, he opened up the diaper and spread powder on it. He lay down and taped it on. The cooling powder and the soft material felt good against his still sore bottom. Most of all, though, he felt secure. After months of responsibility and doing everything that was expected of an adult while avoiding anything at all childish, there was something comforting in just letting it go and accepting something so infantile. He stood up, adjusted the diaper, then pulled the dress over his head. He put the pacifier in his mouth and got socks and bows on. He luxuriated a moment in the soft silk and padding, then moved on. He still had to make supper that night. He walked into the hallway and toward the kitchen. He passed by the bathroom, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Instantly he blushed and looked away. It was still embarrassing to see himself like this, even if he had put it on himself. After a moment he forced himself to look again. He walked into the bathroom- a standard white tiled place with a bath and shower- and looked at himself closely. Embarrassing as it was, he really did like the look of all the cute and pretty clothes, all the pink, all the bows. Would he ever want this all the time? No, he thought. Much as it was fun for a bit, he hated being in it too long, and hated being seen in it. He especially hated when he had to use it, or actually get treated like a baby at all times. In the end, the complete lack of freedom, the lack of anything at all meant for his real age, and with the constant humiliation was awful. He shuddered just thinking of it. He wouldn't go back there if he could. A strange sound snapped him out of his thinking. It was something like a scrapping. Was it a mouse? He walked into the living room, looking. Maybe it was his imagination. "Well well well, what do we have here little one," he heard his mistress say. THAT wasn't his imagination. He spun around quickly, only to see the flash of a camera taking his picture as he turned. "AWWWW SHE"S SUCH A CUTE LITTLE BABY!" he heard, followed by a wave of laughing. There, laughing and taking pictures, was not only his mistress, but a dozen of his friends and workmates. They were all cooing at him, giggling and laughing. He backed away slightly and raised his hands in front of himself as if he could hide behind them. They must have snuck in while he was getting dressed. "Awww look at him, he is blushing!" said one of his friends, who until now had thought of him as a mature adult. "I really didn't believe you until I saw it," said his boss, who he doubted would have him work normally again. "No no, this is what SHE really is," said his mistress. "A sweet little baby girl, hiding in a big world, masquerading as an adult." She walked up to him and grabbed his gloved hand, then sat down and pulled him down on his lap. "Is this what you want little girl? To be a baby? I can send you right back to the adoption center now, let you live as your real age." The others nodded and loudly cheered their approval. Alex shook his head vigorously. "No, please... I was just relaxing! I don't want this! Please!" A few hours, on his own, was fun. In front of all these people with the threat of it becoming permanent was horrifying. And he knew what it all meant- not just dressing this way, but having to act this way, get treated this way... "Oh really? And do you think the court will believe it after I show them this picture?" she asked, showing him the photo in her camera. It was the worst possible position for him, with his skirt high enough to reveal his diapered bottom, his thighs still red from the spanking, and his head turned just enough to show his bow and his pacifier at the same time, while leaving his full face visible, with no chance of confusing who it was. "And do you think you'll go back to this life now? Do you think your friends will see you the same, or your work?" They all laughed at the thought. Alex felt tears form in his eyes. He let her hug him in close to her chest, rocking and comforting him like a baby. They all saw him as such anyway, he might as well play the part. He was even dressed for it, and of his own decision. "I'll let the court know what you've been doing, and what you really are deep inside," she said. Alex whined and began outright crying, he knew, like a baby. "Don't worry little one, I'll make sure you don't go back to those nasty punishment centers. I have other plans for you." Alex nodded. The punishment centers really were awful. They stressed the harshness and the humiliation most of all- doling out plenty of spankings, mouth soaping, locks and public displays. Usually they were meant as a set up for either reformation and maturity training, but Alex knew that if he went back there, he'd be there for a long time. And with that photo, he didn't doubt she could send him anywhere she wanted. Now his friends would support it to. It seemed he would be up for adoption after all, and permanently this time. He figured he knew who would be the first volunteer.

“Remember, I should back in three days. Try and keep the place somewhat presentable by the time I get back.” I heard her yell from downstairs. I raced to meet her and ran into her at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh! You didn’t have to rush on my account.” I quickly tried to catch my breath before slyly smiling. “It would be awful of me not to see you out. Especially since I won’t be seeing you for the next couple of days.” She blushed a little. “So now you bring out the charm. Only when I am on the way out. Hmph.” She playfully pouted. I leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry. I am saving the best for when you get back.” I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Careful! I just did my makeup so I wouldn’t have to apply it in when I get there.” She was quickly checking her reflection to see how bad the damage was. “Sorry honey, but aren’t you just helping out your sister with her house?” I could hear the annoyance in her reply. “Yes but it’s more than that. I will save you all the details. Just know, that Tammy is trying to sell that place as quickly as possible. The divorce was an ugly affair and the memories there are just to much for her.” I nodded. “I understand. I just thought since most of your family would be there, this would be like a sorta vacation…in a way. You know.” She sighed, “It’s hard to see this as anything other than work, but I take your point. It’s been a long time since most of my family was together in one place. Outside a funeral I mean.” “ Well you could kinda call this a funeral.” I joked. She turned up her eyes towards me. “I mean think about it. It’s the burial of her past troubles and the birth of something new. What that new thing is now up for Tammy to decide. Sell the house, bury the past, and move forward into a brighter tomorrow. Eh?” She smirked, “Now where in the world did you pick that up? Sounds like one of those cheesy self help books my mom is always trying to get me to read.” “Ouch.” I feigned injury. “Your words strike deep. But in all seriousness I hope everything works out smoothly and you can somewhat enjoy yourself.” She smiled and nodded before leaning in and giving me peck on the cheek. We moved to the front door. “M’lady”, I said while the opening it for her. Adding a light bow and ushering her through. She shook her head. “Please never say or do that again. Oh and more thing before I go.” She turned to face me. “Don’t forget the old clothes in the back of the closet. I have three bags ready to be delivered to the church.” I nodded, “Don’t worry honey I got it.” She smiled and actually looked relieved. I waved as she backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. I returned inside and soon as I heard the door snap shut a devious grin spread across my face. I sighed and waited for the moment to truly sink in. It had been quite awhile since I had the house to myself. I took a moment to listen to the silence and to feel the emptiness around me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. But sometimes being alone is nirvana. Especially when your plans involve what I had in store. I walked up the stairs and towards the bedroom closet. Resting on the floor in the back, I saw the three bags. The first was a dud. It contained a lot of my old clothes. I stared at an old pair of my pants. Man I can’t believe I was that fat. 4 years of constant dieting and work outs got me here. I looked at mirror proud of what it showed me. I was so happy at the my transformation. 6’1 300+ lbs, now down to around 140 or even less. I loved it but everyone else was worried. Start losing weight and everyone is proud. But loose a lot of weight quickly and you start to the see the concern on all of their faces. Hey screw em. Along as I am healthy and my wife still loves me, then who cares what they think. I returned to the other two bags. This was what I was looking for. Inside was some my wife’s old clothes. Some jeans, sweaters and other items but I knew the third bag held what I was searching for. Jackpot! Here it was. My quest had come to its end. I picked up the third bag and moved it into the attic for the time being. I returned to the closet to gather the other two bags and placed them in the car. Again I gave a sigh of relief. But something was nagging in the back of my mind. What if I get caught. How would I explain myself? Bah. I pushed that aside and went upstairs to claim my bounty. The contents of that bag made my heart flutter. Beautiful dresses and other assorted clothes that my wife stopped wearing months ago. She had decided suits were more professional. And even when I would take her out for a romantic date, she would wear a nice skirt with a blouse. It always made me sad to remember the times before that. When she take 45 minutes to an hour to get dressed. Me waiting impatiently. Then BAM! The door flys open and the most beautiful woman I could ever imagine walks out. But those days are gone. Now it’s comfortable and loose. So long sexy lingerie make way for granny panties. But here lied relics from the golden past. I start to sort the clothes carefully by what catches my eye. Oh a romper. Huh I never saw her in this. I set atop on dresser and went back to work. After a few minutes I had put together a stunning outfit. It needed heels but with my feet there no way I could fit into hers. I quickly undressed before going to my secret stash. This was by far my dirtiest secret. Any time my wife would go to throw away her old underwear, I would save it. Well at least that which could be saved. And yes I washed them. Anyway, I found a nice matching set that consisted of a maroon bra and thong. It had been ages since I had worn a thong. I had been tempted in the past just to buy one but the fear of being caught stopped me. That was why I never stole any of my wife’s things while she still wore them. Fear of stretching them or leaving incriminating evidence behind for her to piece things together. Also it felt wrong. Salvaging is one thing stealing another. The speed at which I fastened the bra surprised me. “Huh? Just like riding a bike I guess.” I took my time raising the thong up between my legs. Man how I missed this. I blushed a little at the thought and went over to the dress. It was an evening gown. I remember it so fondly. Our first anniversary. It was black satin with a slit. Loose off the shoulder. I enter the hotel room and there she was. Glass in hand lying back in a chair. Slowly lifting her leg to cross it. “About time you arrived. I was just about to phone the front desk and lodge a complaint.” She smirked. God how I miss that. I realized then I had my face buried in it. Almost crying. Oh god it still smelled of the perfume from that night. How is that possible but never mind that. With renewed focus I slowly slipped on the dress. I can’t believe it fits. Well I am missing some key parts for it to completely fit but it fits well enough. I gave a little twirl and looked into the mirror of an old armoire. The blush from before became even brighter. Then it happened. “Just like riding a bike huh?” I was deer facing a semi head on. I was almost to petrified to look and see who it was that spoke. “Go on. Give another twirl. Let’s see that how it fits.” The snark was palpable. Finally I looked. With only her head poking up through the floor, I could see it was Becky. Rebecca was my wife’s youngest sister. She was the rebellious one of her family. A natural blonde but you couldn’t tell by how she dyed her hair black and purple. In fact my wife’s family was weird in that way. You would swear they were all adopted. My wife’s mother and father were always faithful to each other but their kids looked nothing alike. Tammy was the oldest. She was brunette, tall and a little on the big side. I mean big as in build not in size. A little taller she could be considered an amazon. My wife Cheryl lucked out on the genetic lottery. Only slightly shorter than me, when not in heels, she had brilliant red hair and a fair complexion. Her eyes were hazel and her features soft and delicate. Becky on the other hand was somewhat hard to describe. She was smaller than the rest and was constantly changing her style. I was told she had blue eyes but because of her contacts, I never saw them. Today they were red today. Which gave me an even worse feeling. She chuckled and started to climb the stairs. “Go on. You did it just a moment ago, why not now?” I stumbled back trying to think of what to say but nothing happened. My wit failed me. “Ah are you shy. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was told to come by and pick up some clothes for the church. Would you happen to know where I could find them.?” She was leaning towards me with a cheshire smile. I dumbly nodded. “Oh? Well that’s great. Could you tell me where?” My words seemed so small and quiet. “The car.” “Hmm..what was that? I am sorry miss. You need to speak up a little. Where are they?” “The car.” I blurted out. My face felt like the surface of the sun and I was getting light headed. “Oh. I should have checked there first I suppose but still thank you. Thank you so much for everything.” With that she turned to leave but not before noticing the romper. “Cute.” Then she headed down the stairs. I collapsed onto my knees. My thoughts scattered. The I heard her yell from. “Oh and don’t you move till I get back. I have a surprise that I think you might enjoy.” Then silence till the door slammed shut. I heard the car start and slowly drive away. I couldn’t believe it. How did this happen. I backed up against the wall hugging my knees, still in the dress. “What is going to happen?” was the only thing in my head at the moment. I hadn’t moved an inch by the time I heard a car pull up and the doors shut. I looked up to notice the sun was starting to set. I had been sitting there for over five hours. My focus broke when the front door slammed shut and I heard heavy footsteps quickly making their way towards me. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I started to shake but just a little. “Guess whose back?” Becky’s face appeared out of the shadows as if she was a monster from some b movie horror. “Oh my. What a good girl you are. Yes you are. You listened and did a really good job. Your mommy must be so proud huh?” My fear and embarrassment out weighed any anger that may have been building. I could only sit in silence and look upon my tormentor she made her to me. I buried my face into my knees and softly cried. “Oh what the matter sweetie? Do you miss mommy? Well don’t worry. We are going to have lots o’fun while she is away. Here take my hand.” I looked up. Only to be greeted by her wide smiling face and red eyes. She was crouched in front of me with her hand out. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at her hand then back into her eyes. She just gave a slight nod. I slowly reached out grabbed her hand. “Eeee!” She squealed. “This is going to be so much fun. Trust me.” She pulled downstairs and into the living room. Luckily the curtains were closed and house was mostly dark. She pushed me back onto the sofa before pacing back and forth. “First things first, we need to find out what kinda of girl you are.” Still in shocked I went to open my mouth but was quickly interrupted. “Nuh uh uh. No need to say anything little girl. Aunt Becky has this handled. You just sit there while I figure this all out.” As she was off in her own little world, something was creeping into mine. I had been in the attic all day. Now of all times I needed to pee. I tried not to think about it but you know how it goes. Soon it was the only thing I could think of. I crossed my legs and moved my hands over my crotch. “Not now ,please.” Was screaming inside my head. “What’s the matter?” I jumped back. Some how I forgot Becky was right there. “Aww. I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s wrong sweetie? You are shaking.” She was eyeing me up and down. I said the only thing that I could. “Bathroom, please?” Her cheshire grin returned. “Okay. Let get you to the potty before you have an accident in mommy’s dress.” She quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. Stunned I just stood wide eyed looking at her then the toilet. “Go on honey. You’re a big girl right. Go potty. You can do it.” She sounded like she was coaching a toddler through potty training. I blinked, slowly lifting the dress to reach the thong. When suddenly Becky came up from behind me, grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around. My back was now to the toilet and frozen in fear staring her directly in the face. “Don’t worry honey. I can help you. I know it’s difficult but you will learn.” Her words didn’t register. I was to focused on the tiny bit of pee that leaked due to shock. “Uh oh. Looks like someone had a little accident huh?” I looked down to see the faintest damp spot forming on the dress. “Mommy is not gonna be happy her baby got her dress all wet huh?” My mind was blank. No one was not home anymore. I was just a spectator watching from outside of my body. I could do nothing as she stripped me of my clothing and set me on the toilet. My emotionless face looking up at her as she decided to tell how naughty I had been. “My my my, what a naughty naughty little girl you have been. You know originally I was contacted by Cheryl to come over pick the clothes and take them to the church. Then she came up with the great idea I should stay over while she deals with Tammy. Get to know her husband Daniel. She was like “You should get to know Daniel. He’s really great and you guys didn’t get know each before the wedding. I just know you will hit it off.” Ha! Turns out he isn’t even here. No instead I find a scared little girl left alone in the attic. Some great guy he turned out to be. But on the bright side I got to meet sweet little Daniella. Isn’t that right lil Dani? Remind me to rip my sister a new one for not telling me about her daughter.” As she was fishing her thoughts she grabbed me with her right hand under my chin and started squeezing. “And you are just the cutest most adorable thing ever…yes you are.” She was making kissy faces at me while she talked but soon her demeanor and tone changed drastically. “However your cuteness doesn’t excuse your naughty behavior now does it?” She straightened herself out and looked down at me. “First stealing is wrong. Even if it is just for dress up. You should know better that taking things without asking. Second, wetting yourself. I mean I don’t know how old you are but if your deadbeat of a father left you alone. I imagine you have to be old enough to use the potty by yourself. Or is he just that awful of a person to leave a poor defenseless child home all alone?” She then place both her hands on each of my knees and stared me directly in the face. Any courage that may have been hiding was now in another zip code. My bladder gave. I was wetting myself out of fear. Luckily I was still sitting on the toilet. Once the sound of splashing reached her ears, her eyes beamed wide and smile formed on her face. But it wasn’t the same devious smile from before. No, this was one of joy. “Good girl Dani! You are a very good girl.” Some odd part of me enjoyed the praise. Even feeling a little proud but I quickly squashed it. “Becky enough. Stop this immediately. You have had your fun but let’s be adults and talk about this ,okay?” I felt the gravity of my mistake immediately. “Oh Dani. Why did you have to go and say a thing like that?” The old smile retuned, but seemed pure evil this go around. “No I don’t think we can be adults about this. What kind of adult steals clothes, hides in the attic, and then wets themselves when having to face the consequences for there actions? Oh no no no. You my dear are not an adult. You are quite a long ways off from being an adult. But good news for you, Auntie Becky is her to babysit for the next three days. And depending on your behavior, that will decide what I tell your mommy.” I was done for. I had no choice but to give in. I felt my head fall forward as I started to cry. I was trapped. I knew how much Cheryl trusted Becky. There would be nothing I could say to defend my self and save my marriage. “Oh don’t cry honey. There there it’s ok. Trust me, if you listen and do everything I say ,everything will be okay. Shh there there.”I silently sobbed as she comforted me. Soon she stood me up, cleaned me before marching me back to the living room. I just stood there naked staring at the floor. She moved over to chair on the far side of the room and pulled two paper bags from behind it. “I am so glad I picked up a few things up before returning” she said as she made her way back to me. She placed the bags to her side and started digging around inside one of them. “After having such a close call, I now know you can’t be trusted to make it to the potty all by yourself.” I started to object but she quickly held one finger up and silenced anything I was about say. “I know today has been stressful for all of us, but it’s better to safe then sorry, right? Aha found them!” She had something in her hand but I couldn’t make what was due to the tears that obscured my vision. “ Now be a good girl and listen to Auntie Becky okay? I need you to step into this. Okay, baby girl?” I didn’t even registered I was moving. My mind was still not fully operational after the bathroom. She gently guided my feet into whatever it was she had me step into. And I just let her do it.”Good girl! You are doing such a great job. Now just one more…there we go. Now stay still this is almost over.” God how I wish that was the truth but I new it wasn’t. It was only the beginning not the end. She turned away for a moment before turning back. She was emptying something between my legs. I smelled something but I just couldn’t place it. “Good girl. Now up it goes.” She quickly pulled the object up between my legs. It felt odd but I was still so out of it that I couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt like underwear but wrong. Before I could wipe away the tears and get a better look, she pulled me into a hug. “There there. It’s all gonna be ok. Trust me. If you do what I tell you to, I promise you will have just as much fun as I will.” I started to cry again but felt myself lean into her hug. I rested my head against her shoulder and silently sob. I felt one her arms move down the small of my back before patting my bottom. It felt odd and I swear I heard a crinkle? “There there. You are so good right now for Auntie Becky. Yes you are.” She cooed. “Such a sweet girl. Such a good baby girl.”

(This is a small colab i'm doing with PinkTheDinosaur. Just a small side project for the both of us to do during our free time. This story contains sexual themes so if that is not your thing please leave.) “Come on Melissa, Please!” Kari begged. “Fine, but only for a bit,” Melissa said annoyed at her best friend. “But you do know Hypnosis is fake right?” “Well see!” Kari yelled excitedly as the 7-year-old turned off the lights and pulled out a lighter. Kari had her friend look at the flame and began trying to put Melissa into a trance. After 2 tries, Kari had done it! Melissa stood there, staring blankly at the flame and slightly drooling. Kari had no idea what to do now that her friend was like this. But she had to test it out. “Melissa, suck on your thumb,” Kari told her friend. Melissa raised her hand and began sucking on her thumb. “Awesome!” Kari cheered. “Ok, ok, Melissa, whenever I say “nighty night meli” you will fall into this trance. Melissa nodded. “You will do everything I say and not remember I said it,” Kari told her friend who nodded again. Kari then snapped her fingers and Melissa was taken out of the trance. “Whap?” Melissa said as she realized she was sucking her thumb. “Why am I…” “I made you do it with hypnosis!”Kari exclaimed. “Kari, there's no such thing as hypnosis,” Melissa told her friend. “Is too! I just did it to you!” Kari shouted. “Fine, then prove it,” Melissa demanded. “Make me do something that I wouldn't do otherwise.” “Fine! nighty night meli!” Kari shouted and Melissa went into her trance. But Kari had no idea what to do. Her mind was racing and she wasn't thinking straight. If she was she would say something like, “Write a letter to yourself revealing a secret and saying hypnosis is real.” “Every time you say hypnosis isn't real you'll pinch yourself.” “You'll cluck like a chicken every few seconds until you admit hypnosis is real.” But no, part of her was mad that she didn't believe her, so… “Poop in your pants next time you say hypnosis isn't real,” Kari told her then snapped. “Well?” Melissa asked. “I did it already,” Kari told her. Melissa looked around but saw nothing different and nothing to show she was hypnotized. “Right… believe what you want but hypnosis still isn't real.” Suddenly Melissa let out a loud fart that made both girls jump. Then Melissa’s eyes went wide as she began pooping into her panties! Melissa let out a loud scream before rushing to the bathroom but it was too late. Melissa’s mom heard the scream and came to see her daughter had pooped in her white panties and left a brown stain on them. Kari was then sent home while Melissa’s mom dealt with her daughter. The last thing Kari remembers about her old friend was that she had to wear pull ups for a week after that. Then she moved away. Kari was very upset that her friend was now gone but they promised that they would see each other again one day and that they would always be friends. Only one of those came true… Years later, when Kari turned 16, Melissa moved back. But Melissa had become a stuck up bitch. Melissa was hot and she knew it. Well-toned, curves, nice ass, B-cup boobs, long blond hair. Kari? She was tall and thin. But not much else. At first, Kari was excited to see her old friend. Hoping they could still connect after all these years! But that didn't happen. Instead, Melissa had forgotten all about Kari. While this upset Kari, she at least hoped her the best and hoped to possibly become friends with her again. Instead, Melissa pulled an evil prank on Kari in order to get in with the other popular crowd of Kari's school. During gym, Melissa pored itching powder down the front of Kari’s underwear while she was changing. “Wow Kari, do you got crabs or something?” Melissa asked as Kari began itching in front of the other girls in the locker room. And that's what Kari became known for. For the next 2 years, Melissa continued to bully Kari. Pulling pranks, spreading rumors, and doing everything she could just to humiliate Kari. Then one day, when both happen to go to the college bathroom at the same time, Kari confronted her about it. Kari told Melissa all about how they use to be friends, played together, took baths together, and shared secrets with each other. But Melissa denied it. Then Kari brought up the last time she saw Melissa was when she pooped her panties. That's when Kari remembered the hypnosis. “nighty night meli,” Kari told her bully and had her fall into her old trance. Kari was surprised it still worked. It’s been almost 10 years since it was used! But as soon as she knew it worked, Kari began to think of how she could get back at her bully. Make her run around the school naked? Give a few nerds a blowjob? Have her do something embarrassing in front of her “friends”? No, if she was going to do this, Kari wanted to do it right and take it nice and slow… *********** a few months later ********* “Melissa, your brother and I are going to the store. We'll be back in a little while!” Melissa’s mom yelled. “OK!” Melissa yelled back. Melissa listens for the front door to open and shut before Melissa got up. “Finally! I can get some privacy!” Melissa yelled as she walked out of her room. It was now summer time and Melissa was grounded. Her mom had ground her because of her bad grades. She now wasn't allowed out of the house all summer. Plus she wasn't allowed to have electronics at all. When Melissa had tried to sneak her brother's phone into her room to search the internet, her mom decided she couldn't be trusted behind a closed door and removed it. This had really frustrated Melissa. Now she had no phone, no computer, no privacy, and worst of all, nowhere to masturbate. Melissa was the type of person that needed to rub one out at least once every 3-4 days or she will get really frustrated. Melissa decided to check the whole house just to be certain that her mother was gone before she made her way to her little brother's room. Melissa can only get off while wearing underwear, but she has a small problem, she pees every time she climaxes. She's forgotten how long this has been happening but its been a while. Melissa had to be very careful at hiding her wet panties and has ruined at least a third of her underwear already. Then Melissa thought up a workaround. Her little brother was 6 and still a bedwetter. All Melissa had to do was were his underwear and their mom will just think it was from his accidents. Perfect! She pulled open his underwear drawer and pulled out one of his tighty whities. She slipped out of her underwear and pulled the new ones on. They were a little tight but fit just enough to feel like panties. She is already very excited about all of this and can already feel her pussy getting wet. She’ll just head to the bathroom and rub one out before her mom gets home. But as she turns to leave, something catches her eye. Her brother's body pillow. Melissa isn't a stranger to humping a pillow, but after ruining one of her's she hasn't done it since. But she remembered how good it felt. “Maybe just for a minute and I'll finish in the bathroom,” Melissa said out loud to no one as she got on her little brother's bed and sat down on the body pillow. Once she was there she began to grind her body on the pillow while one hand stroked her pussy. Melissa loved the feeling of the underwear over her pussy as she got herself excited before she began to hump the pillow. The pillow was soft and fluffy as Melissa rubbed her crotch on it. “I-i love this!” Melissa yelled as she humped the pillow. On any normal day, she would use her hand or a toy to get herself off, but a soft pillow was just as good for Melissa. Melissa could feel that she was on the edge, could feel the pressure building up. She knew she should head to the bathroom and finish, she knew what would happen if she didn't, but the pillow just felt too good! “I'm almost there!” Melissa yelled as she began humping harder and faster. “IM CUMMING IM CUMMING!!!!!” Melissa closed her eyes as she screamed out in pleaser and she had a great orgasm! But as she was panting and opened her eyes, she saw her wide-eyed mother staring back at her in shock. Then, Melissa began peeing in her little brother's underwear while still on top of his pillow and bed. ******** “And that's what led little Melissa here to need a babysitter.” Melissa’s mom said as she leads the babysitter to Melissa’s room. “She’s to stay in those pull-ups all summer and possibly all of the next school year.” Melissa was fuming as her mom led the babysitter into her room without asking. She was bright red as she tried to pull her shirt down to cover her pull up. Her mother had taken away all of her underwear and locked up her pants and skirts. The only time she got pants now was when her mother was taking her somewhere in public. “Know I know this is a weird circumstance, but I have no other option. With my husband gone and Melissa unreliable to watch Danny, I just needed someone to watch the two of them.” “It's no problem, I'll make sure they both stay in line,” Kari told Melissa’s mother with a smile on her face. (I hope you all like the first chapter to our story. If you like it, please check out one of our other stories.we would greatly appreciate it. Also, we have a challenge you you all! FINISH THE JOKE! A mom, her baby girl, and her sissy walk into a bar… Whoever can come up with the funniest joke will have it be part of the chapter! And will get a shout out from us!)