BbyDreamer

Here it is. Note I did not write this. Snowed in for the week. By Deewet I should have been smarter and kept driving past the place, but I knew that the snowstorm had filled every possible regular hotel and this was the only one I could find while searching through the yellow pages. It was a seedy looking place in not a great neighborhood, but it did have a parking garage and I had to get into someplace warm for the night. The lobby was empty and surprisingly clean. The woman behind the counter looked long and hard at me before give me a room on the fifth floor. She actually leaned over the counter to look at my feet. There were some hot looking women in the elevator with me. When I got off on my floor, they held the elevator door open and watched me find my room. Again, I should have realized what they were and where I was when I saw that the doors were painted pink. I opened the door and knew that I had made a big mistake. The bedroom was a baby's room, with a crib, changing table, rocking horse and a high chair. What was even stranger was the size of everything. It was sized for an adult. I hurried back down to the lobby. "There has been a mistake," I said. She smiled. "Look, this is a fantasy hotel where people go to make believe. We have all kinds of rooms, including the baby room I gave you. It's snowing outside and we are not busy. Anyone over 5' 3" can't fit in that bed so I gave the room to you. Just relax. The bed is soft and if you want, use some diapers and not have to get up in the night." She seemed nice and convincing. I surely couldn't sleep in my car. The decision to do it was made when she gave me the room without charge. *** I walked over to the crib and tested the mattress. It did feel soft, but when I lifted the sheets, I notice that the mattress was protected by plastic. Under the changing table was a stack of disposable and cloth diapers. Not for me, I decided as I changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I climbed into the bed, figuring to get some sleep and get out of here early in the morning. For some reason, lying in that crib brought back old feelings of comfort and warmness. I fell asleep quickly. I'm not sure how long I slept, but I awoke to find three hot smiling women standing around the crib. The ones from the elevator. "You are so little and cute," said one of them. "I just needed a room for the storm," I blurted out, rising from the bed. The red head stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. "We know, but you so cute and we're bored. The place is empty tonight." "Can we play baby with you tonight?" asked the blonde. "We would make it fun for you." Why not? I thought. Being babied by three women doesn't sound too bad. I agreed and they giggled. I was stripped by their soft hands as they talked baby talk to me. Next, they took me into the bathroom and took off all my hair. "We can't look cute with all that hair." So no shorts until the hair on my legs grew back. It was winter. "Up on the changing table," said the redhead whose name was Shelly. "We need to get you ready for playtime, but first we need to get a diaper on you before any accidents happen." She put a large, fluffy pink diaper under me while Genny rubbed me with baby oil, finishing with lots of powder. Next Shelly worked a pair of plastic pants over my feet and noisily pulled them up and over my bulky diaper. They continued telling me how cute I was. "Do you mind being our baby girl instead of a boy? You'll make such a wonderful girl. I started to protest, but I was stopped by the pacifier placed in my mouth. Hey, I was already wearing diaper and plastic pants, so what the hell? They put me in a yellow dress and petticoat, topped off with ruffled socks and yellow shoes. I turned to look in the wall mirror. "Not yet," Genny stopped me. "Wait until your hair is done. We need to get you to the beauty shop for a wig and make-up. They opened the door and started to lead me into the hallway. I hesitated. "Don't be afraid," said Shelly. We have no other customers tonight so no one will see you. It felt so weird walking into the elevator, my yellow dress pillowing out from the multi-layer petticoat. I knew the dress was too short to hide my diapered bottom and besides the plastic pants announced my state with every step. They took me to the third floor that had a beauty shop. It seemed strange that it was open on a snowy night, but I was told it was for the escorts and men that wanted to be transformed. The beautician cooed over how cute she was going to make me as she put a plastic cape around me. The ladies started discussing about what wig to use for me when I realized I had to pee. I took out the pacifier and told them. "Silly, girl," said Shelly. "Just use your diaper. We'll change you later." I couldn't believe this, but they were so hot looking that I would do anything they wanted. I relax and peed, feeling the warmth spreading safely in my thirsty diaper. I can't begin to explain the conflicting emotion running through me as I sat in a beauty shop chair in a wet, warm diaper covered by plastic pants, not to mention being in a dress and having three sexy women deciding on my hair color. I felt some embarrassment, but mostly I felt as if I were in a dream, stuck in this strange place while snow fell outside. The wet diaper swelled between my legs and I could feel the smooth plastic of the pants on the inside of my thighs. The pants cracked loudly whenever I moved. They decided that I was to be a blonde with long curly hair. The beautician took out my pacifier and started on my face with something that stung. "It will only hurt for a second as we get all that remains of nasty hair on your face," she told me. It only hurt for a few seconds and after a minute or so she wiped it of my skin. "Feel your face." I couldn't believe the smoothness. While she continued on my face, one of the other girls started on my fingernails, painting them a light pink. She put a bracelet on my wrist with beads that spelled out the name Cindy. "I thought we were empty tonight," said a woman coming into the room. She was dressed in a shiny black leather dress, high black boots and her hair in a tight bun. "He needed a room for the night because of the storm and we were bored," Shelly said as she rubbed my soft face. "She promised to let us play baby with her tonight." The woman in leather marched over to my chair. I noticed how tall she was in the high- heeled boots making feel so little. "She could be snowed in for a long time. I hear that we are getting two more feet." She pulled up my face by a finger under my chin. "You've got to let me play with her tomorrow." "I have to leave tomorrow," I said, my voice sounding small and weak. Her eyes widened and she reached down and squeezed me through the diaper. "She needs some training. Let me have her." Shelly pushed her away and put the pacifier back in my mouth. "Don't hurt her. She's our baby." Suddenly I didn't want to play baby. I wanted to be anywhere else, but in my current attire, I decided to not push the issue, because I really didn't want the lady in leather having her way with me. Another woman came into the room. She wore a short nurse's dress. "I'm not busy at all tonight," the nurse said. "Does your little one need a check-up? Maybe cleaned out?" Shelly reached down the front of my plastic pants. "She's wet and need changing." "Good," replied the nurse. "We can do a flush before her new diaper." They took off my plastic cover and I was lead to a full-length mirror. I couldn't believe the change. The face staring back at me was a little girl's and my dress was so pretty. On that same floor, they took me to a room that looked like a doctors examination room. The nurse pulled out a plastic pink dress. "You better put this on her. She might get something on that dress and stain it." Shelly unzipped my dress, sliding it and my petticoat down to me feet. I stepped out of them and was zipped into the loose fitting plastic dress with little pinks stars. You could see my hairless body through the plastic. They also fitted my hair into a plastic shower cap and took off my diaper and plastic pants The examination table was covered in a rubber sheet. I was forced onto it face down with my legs pulled underneath me to put my exposed butt into the air. When I started to protest the nurse quickly clamped my wrist to the table with leather straps. She moved so fast that I was secured before I realized what had happened. She then forced a red ball gag into my mouth. I knew that things were going way beyond just a little fun with some hot girls when I felt the nurse's fingers coating my rectum with a cold lubricant. Next, she placed something long up my butt. This didn't hurt but then she did something to make it swell inside me and this hurt. It felt as if I had to go to the bathroom. "This will make it easer to keep your enema inside you for a few minutes." Suddenly I began to fill with soapy water. My stomach seemed bloated by the time she finished. I'd never had an enema in my entire life and now I had a sexy nurse filling me while I'm helpless on a table in a pink plastic dress. I became to worry if this would permanently change me because I found that I liked the attention. They kept me on the table for five minutes as cramps racked my body. All I wanted to do was expel the enema. "You have to squeeze tight after I take this out," she said as she finally released the air from the bulb in my a-s. "The potty is right over there." I looked over and saw a potty sitting in the open and four women waiting to watch me. After I finished on the plastic potty, I was also finished with being their baby. I wanted to tell them, but all that came out was a muffled moan around the ball gag. Shelly saw my distress. "Let's get you back in your fluffy diaper and plastic pants. Mommy will take you from the mean nurse." "I only have disposables," the nurse said. I couldn't believe the power in her soft voice. I went back to the table with her in a totally submissive state of mind, although I really wanted to get my old clothes back on and get out of here. She continued baby talking to me while powdering me. "Spread your legs so mommy can pull up your diaper." This diaper wasn't as thick as the cloth one and did not feel as comfortable. "Now we put on some plastic pants for more protection," she said as she worked the noisy pants up my legs and then over my diaper. I reached to take the ball gag out of my mouth. "No, no, no," said Shelly. "Let's keep that in until we get baby's bottle ready." They changed me out of the plastic dress back into the pretty one and the fluffy petticoat. Shelly then led me out in the hallway and to another room. This one seemed to be the girl's lounge with lots of couches, a big screen TV, and some tables. The room was full of sexy women, all bored because of the storm. They all wanted me to come over to show them my dress. Many pulled up the dress to see my diapered state. The enema didn't completed flush out of me on the potty and I felt some leaking out into my diaper when I sat on one of the bigger girls laps. But, since I was safely wearing the diaper and plastic pants, I found no reason to try to hold any of it in me. The big girl was given and a baby bottle. She leaned back on the couch with me, took off my gag, and played with the nipple at my lips. "Is baby hungry?" I opened my mouth and started su-king on the bottle of milk. While I drank, she fondled the front of my plastic pants causing my little pen-s to grow excited. In a night of strangeness, it really felt weird getting ready to c-m in a diaper while drinking from a baby bottle in a room full of women. I sucked hard on the nipple as I came in my diaper. The woman feeding me pulled the bottle from my mouth. "Did baby mess in her diaper?" All I could do was close my eyes and nod. I didn't want to see the other beautiful faces watching me orgasm. She returned the nipple into my mouth and I continued su-king for my milk. Someone was talking about the snow continuing and how we might be stuck for a few days. Briefly, I grew worried about getting back on the road in the morning, but the warm milk and the late hour made me very sleepy. I awoke to the sounds of women moaning in orgasms. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was on the floor lying on a thick comforter. While I slept, they had changed me out of my pretty dress. I looked down and saw that I now wore a soft pair of pink pajamas with feet. The sleeves ended in mittens that kept my hands from being able to move much. I flexed my legs and heard the crackle of plastic. When I tried to close my thighs, I felt thick cloth keeping them apart. All around me were naked, moaning women playing with each other. I kept still, su-king on my pacifier, watching the wonderful show. As I grew more alert, I felt something in my butt, as if I had to go to the bathroom. I worried then that I would sh-t my diaper and smell up the place. I tried to squeeze my anus muscles, but couldn't. It was then that I realize that they had put a butt plug in me. One of the women saw that I was awake. She got on the floor next to me and pulled out my pacifier. I hungrily took her offered nipple into my mouth and began to su-k. I couldn't believe the size of her nipples. She moaned as I worked her nipple with my tongue, rubbing the back of my neck gently with her soft, long fingers. Her smooth leg rubbed sensually against my hairless thighs. She then pushed her leg between mine, pushing against my diapered bottom and pressing the plug deeper into me. More of the women came down to the floor. Someone unsnapped the crotch of my pajamas and started rubbing my diaper. Another was whispering into my ear about what a cute baby girl I was and how she wondered if I ever gave a man a blow job. She described how cute my lips would be wrapped around a big c-ck. "Men would love having someone so little play with their cocks, su-king on them until they filled baby's mouth with sweet cream." I wanted to say that I wasn't gay, but the hard nipple in my mouth kept me silent. "You'll love the heat of his meat filling your mouth. I can't go more than a day without semen on my tongue," she said to me. This should have been a sign of things to come for me, but at the time, I was helplessly dressed in diapers and plastic pants, surrounded by hot women. Eventually the women ran out of energy and started leaving to find places to sleep. I heard them complaining about not being able to go home because of the snow storm and several laughed about having to actually sleep in the beds usually only used for fucking. The first man I'd seen, came in to take me back to my bed. He was a huge guy who easily lifted and carried me off to my baby bed. As he carried me, he rubbed my butt through the pink pajamas, making the plastic pants crinkle loudly. He seemed so strong and when my foot accidentally touched his crotch, I knew that he was hard and big. This made me involuntarily pee my diaper as I became frightened about what someone said about having my mouth filled with a man's meat. All this playing as a baby for the women was fine but I wasn't about to start anything with a man. He took me into the nursery and put me on the changing table. Shelly unsnapped my pajamas. "You are wet!!! I think someone likes being in diapers." I didn't reply as I sucked on my pacifier, watching the man standing off to the side, watching me and smiling. I grunted as she pulled out the butt plug. Next, she took off my diaper and plastic pants, replacing those with a pair of satin pink panties with rows of ruffles across my butt. My pajamas were replaced by a short pink baby doll nightie with little rocking horses. "Does baby want to play a little before bed?" she asked me. The big guy came back over and carried me to a rocking horse, except in the middle of the saddle on this pony, was a blue rubber dildo waiting to impale the rider. I spitted out my pacifier. "I think I've had enough." They laughed as I squirmed to get lose. "Maybe we can change his mind," said the dominatrix coming into the room. She wore a rubber apron and held a paddle. I was really getting mad and frustrated in my helplessness as they plugged my mouth with a gag shaped like a pen-s and forced me across the dominatrix rubber covered lap. The first hit sent my a-s on fire. Never had I been spanked before now. The next ten spanks made me scream and cry in muffled sounds. I was docile as they lowered me on the saddle, feeling degraded as the dildo plunged past the hole in my panties to lodge deep inside me. When they strapped my ankles to the sides, there was no way for me to get off the horse. Then what I fear most happened. The ladies pulled down the man's pants. His boxers tented outward from his huge boner. Someone took off my gag and Shelly put new lipstick on my smeared lips. He pulled down his boxers and approached me, stuck helplessly on this rocking horse with a dildo up my butt that still burned from the spanking. I looked to Shelly for help. "Don't worry. We su-k dicks all the time. Relax and enjoy it." He pushed his c-ck head against my close lips. "Just lick it first," Shelly instructed me, "and pretend it's a big nipple." I opened my eyes and saw his c-ck pushing against my close lips. I just couldn't do it. The other things, while were very different to me, at least they made me feel good because it was a way to be babied by very hot women. I'd never thought about servicing a man. "Open your fucking mouth," said the man. Shelly waved him away and bent close to my ears. "This is a safe place in here where you can experiment. No one will ever know and you'll learn a little something about yourself. Just think if you like it. Being your size, you'll never be alone. Guys will kill to be with you." "I can't," I cried. "Of course you can. Women do it all the time and it is a lot easier that licking a woman until she comes." I glanced over to his c-ck sticking straight out like a dagger. It was so much bigger that my little pen-s pressing against my plastic pants. I wiggled some and felt the dildo keeping me on the horse. "Will you try?" I nodded my head. Anywhere, but this unreal place during a dream-like night, I would have refused. He came back over and straddled the horse in front of me. I slowly opened my mouth and he push forward, filling me with his hot tool. At first, I thought I would gag, but I didn't. I had never gotten a blow job before, but had seen some on a few porno films so I thought I knew what to do. "Let him slid across your lips as I push you," said Shelly as she began to gentle rock the horse. He and his c-ck stayed where he stood as my head moved back and forth with the rocking of the horse. Shelly began to rub me through my plastic pants as the man I was servicing moaned. Although it did feel sensual to have him filling my mouth, I began to change my mind as I worried about the c-m soon coming my way. Could I swallow it? His moaning became louder and I became to moan around his c-ck as Shelly caressed my plastic cover pen-s. She stopped the rocking and pulled down the font of the plastic and began to give me my first blow job. Now I moved my head as I pumped him with my lips. As she blew me, I became more excited and despite all my misgivings, I worked hard on the d-ck in my mouth. The dildo in my a-s now felt good and I wiggled to feel it move inside me. With a rush, he began to splatter the inside of my mouth with semen. I tried to swallow but his hard d-ck made that almost impossible. At the same time, I came into Shelly's warm mouth. I wanted to scream with pleasure. He pulled out his c-ck and I was able to swallow the rest of his seeds. Shelly stood and smiled at me. From the changing table she took a pacifier and stuck it in her mouth. Then, took it out. It was covered with my c-m. "Open up, little c-ck sucker," she said as I took the c-m-covered pacifier into my mouth. She took me off the horse and changed me into a big fluffy diaper that made it impossible for me to close my legs. I was changed back into the footed pajamas with the mittens. I was beat and fell asleep before she pulled up the side of my baby bed. I had no idea what time it was when I awoke the next day with a full bladder. I was able to get the side of the bed down, but I soon realized that the mittens made it impossible for me to get out of the sleeper. Surely, the snow had let up and I could get back on the road. I opened the door and peered out into the hallway. No one seemed to be around. I really had to pee and decided to relieve my self in my diaper figuring I would e out of it soon. Hesitantly I walked down the hall, my now wet diaper hanging low and my plastic pants noisy under the pink pajama. I still wore my wig and for some reason, I had no hair on my face from the night. I really had no idea on what to do except go the front lobby. Luckily, no one was in the elevator. I only hoped that no one normal would be in the lobby and see me dressed this way. My plastic pants really sounded loud as I stepped from the elevator into the lobby. The lady from the night before wasn't there. In her place was an older, heavy woman. "Come on over her child," she said to me, waving her chubby hands. "Don't stand around out there." "I need help getting out of this," I said, holding up my mittened hands. "Looks like you are wearing a thick diaper. Are you wet?" "Yes." "From the sounds of you walking, you're protected with plastic pants." "I really need to leave." She laughed. "Go look outside." I toddled over to the window and moaned. We were still snowed in. This wasn't good at all. I needed to get back on the road and get to the my sales calls. I miss these and no matter the excuse, I could be fired. "Can I use you phone?" I asked her. She laughed. "Sure." She pointed at my covered hands. "I'll have to dial for you and put you on the speaker." "Just take these off me." "I don't think so." I gave her the number and waited for her to dial. I felt so insecure standing in my pink pajamas wearing wet diapers for underwear. My boss came on the line. I explained the show, but he didn't care. He fired me. It must have been the pent up pressure of trying to make my sales in the last months, or maybe it was because I always felt intimidated by my boss and customers, or maybe being dressed like a little girl, but for some reason, I stood in the receptionist office and began to cry. Hard sobs rushed up from deep inside. The receptionist hugged my as I cried. I didn't resist as she pulled out a pacifier from her desk drawer and put it into my mouth. "It's okay, little princess," she said, trying to sooth me as I sucked on the pacifier. "You can stay here with us." I started to feel numb, as if my life was making some weird change. Without trying, I started wetting my diaper and the spreading warmth felt good, knowing that I was protected by a pair of plastic pants. "Let's get you some breakfast," she said. There was an eating area next to her office. On one wall sat a refrigerator, coffee machine, and microwave. In the middle of the room were several tables and unbelievably, an adult size high chair. She strapped me in the high chair and warmed up two jars of baby food. Before she feed me, she snapped a plastic bib on me. I didn't resist. After being fired, all I wanted to do was regress into the dependency of a baby. With my hands helpless, I let her feed me the green beans and peaches. She then gave me a baby bottle of milk to drink and turned cartoons on the TV. "I've got some work to do, but I'll be right over there in my office. You just cry when your bottle is empty." I mindlessly watched the cartoon and sucked down the milk. I'm not sure if it might have been my enema from that night, but suddenly I felt uncontrollable pressure to poop. I cried for the receptionist. "I have to go the bathroom." "Well, I'm busy and you have a diaper on." "But, you don't understand." She put the bottle back in my mouth and left. I squirmed and tried to hold it in but I couldn't. Disgustingly, warm soft poop slid out of me into the waiting diaper. I had to rise up in the high chair to get it out. Now things were really embarrassing and I was surely thinking that no matter how bad the weather and how broke I was after losing my job, it was time to get back into the real world. Unfortunately, at that moment several of the ladies, looking lovely and sleepy, padded into the room. They weren’t anyone I met during the night. The blond saw me and gasped. “I didn’t know we had any customers?” I pulled the baby bottle from my lips and lowered my head in shame, hoping they couldn’t smell my dirty diaper. “Isn’t this one the cutest thing ever?” “Usually they are overweight men to big to be in diapers, but this little sweet thing could almost wear real baby clothes.” “What!” came a stern voice behind the girls. Has someone been playing in my nursery without me knowing?” The three girls giggled and moved aside. In came this huge woman, maybe six-two. Her hair was in a tight bun and she wore a long leather coat, shimmering on the shoulders with melting snow. Her boots, also black leather, were very stern looking with high heals. “I’m sorry,” I started to say but she would have none of that. “Men in diapers don’t talk.” She pushed my baby bottle back in my mouth. “You suckle your bottle, little thing, while Aunt Glenda gets this worked out.” All the while, to add to my humiliation, the girls stood there giggling at me. I couldn’t look at them as I obeyed the frightening woman and sucked on my bottle, each trickle of warm milk reminding me of my pitiful shape. Here I was, a grown man in a dirty diaper, letting these women push me around. I wanted no more than to get back into my suit I had worn yesterday and back to being a grownup. Aunt Glenda returned in about ten minutes, her expression stern but not so hateful. “So you are going to be my baby for the week.” I took out the bottle and started to protest. “Finish your bottle,” she commanded and despite any want to be free, I obeyed her immediately. “And don’t you even deny to yourself that you want to be my baby. Your stinky diaper tells me everything.” Her commanding voice made me su-k on the bottle immediately, adding to my feeling of sleeping into some weird age regression. She stood next to my high chair. Towering over me in size and power. I felt like a child and she an adult. After I finished the last of the milk, Aunt Glenda let me out of the high chair and then took my hand. Her hand was big, engulfing my little hand. “Let’s go up to the nursery and get you ready for the day.” I could only waddle because of the fullness of my diaper and cringed at the thought of what waited under my plastic pants. As we climbed the stairs, several girls passed us, all making faces at the smell coming from inside my PJs. I lowered my eyes, so ashamed. Inside the nursery, Aunt Glenda helped me up on the plastic covered, oversized changing table. From under the table she pulled around a leather strap and secured my too the table, tighten it across my chest. While I waited helplessly, she removed and hung up her coat. Now I could see she had enormous br.east, which even looked bigger when she slipped on a tight rubber yellow apron. “Now before I change you, I need to discuss the rules for the week,” she said. “You are no longer an adult, you are a baby. I’m your mommy and will only be addressed as mommy. You will be diapered at all times and will use them for everything. You will wear what ever I put on you without any complaints. You will always have a pacifier or something else in your mouth.” When she said that last part she smiled and I knew she had been told about my blowjob last night. “Listen, I really –“ The smack to my face happened so fast I wasn’t ready for it at all. Tears welled up in my eyes. “You can’t do this. It is against the law.” Another smack! “Are you kidding me,” she said. Do you want to call the police, explain how you let yourself be dressed as a baby girl last night? Let it become a permanent record in the courts that you wore diapers. We have it all on tape.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. She was right. This woman could do about to me right now. How could I have been so stupid? “Now, don’t cry,” she said, her voice softer. “Think of it this way. You are free this week from all stress. No need to worry about what to eat, what to wear, not even when to go to the bathroom. You are a baby now and I’m your mommy. Mommy will protect and take care of you.” She turned be over so she could unzip my sleeping suit. “Now lets get you all clean and into a new diaper. You have a busy week ahead.” I don’t know if it was her words or the tone of her voice, but I felt myself relax some. She whiped my tears and I didn’t fight her the pacifier she offered. Still, in the back of my mind, I wondered why she was doing this to me for free. After all, they had charged others to play in this nursery. Since I was broke, how would I pay? She had to undo the restraining strap to take off my sleep suit, but after the smacks to my face, I wasn’t going anywhere. The smell from my diaper was stronger and before she took down my plastic pants, she pulled on gloves. “You know, little one,” she said as if reading my mind. “We could make a lot of money together.” The smell became stronger as she worked the plastic pants off me. “There all many clients who would pay to have a go at someone so cute.” I didn’t answer, just closing my eyes as she continued changing me. What did she mean by have a go at me and how much money was she talking. “Now, don’t act all bashful, you know what I’m talking about. And I saw what you were doing last night.” The air felt cool as she pulled of my soiled diaper. I cringed as she used the large wipes to clean up my mess. “Now, mommy can make you do this, but it would be so much better if you played along. Plus, I think you need a job.” I looked up at her. “What would I have to do?” “Sweetheart, you are such a natural already. Mommy will help you.” It was easy to tell she knew how to diaper. It fit snuggly and perfect on me, the material down soft against my tiny pen-s. The plastic pants were noisy as she pulled them over the bulging diaper. I was then helped to a sitting position and she put a short pink shirt on me. It had buttons on the back and a lamb on the chest. It barely came to the top of my plastic pants. “So, mommy is going to need to tie you up. Are you okay with bondage?” I grew afraid. “Will that be necessary?” “Yes, dear, it is all part of the atmosphere.” She helped me off the changing table and led me over to the crib. Panic set in. “Are we talking now?” She pulled down the side of the bed. “I have a list of men who will love to play daddy with you. I bet I’ll have one over here in an hour.” “But, it’s morning, the snow,” I stammered. She pushed a pacifier in my mouth. “Shhh, little one. Remember the rules. You are no longer an adult.” My face still stung from her slaps, so I lowered my head and let her push me in the crib. I didn’t even make a sound as she pulled up the side rail and left the nursery for a bit. Soon she returned, trailed by the dominatrix I met the night before. They lowered the crib rail and without a word to me, proceeded to bind me with pink soft rope. The dominatrix was so good with the ropes. She did some strange thing where she doubled the rope around my wrists and then pulled those through a loop. Then she was able to easily tighten the rope and then took the two ends, wrapping them between my wrists in opposite directions. When she finally tied the ends, I was helplessly bound with my hands in front of me in a praying position. Next she repeated the process at my ankles. My pacifier was pulled out of my mouth to be replaced by a gag shaped like a pen-s. It filled my mouth, making my cheeks somewhat bulge. “Now, the client will like to imagine you are very scared,” said Aunt Glenda. “When he comes in here, you have to struggle against the ropes and whimper. In fact, just scream into your gag.” I really didn’t have to pretend. This was happening so fast I was scared to death. I began to whimper into the rubber pen-s filling my mouth. I’d changed my mind. I want to leave. The women loved it when I began struggling to get free of my bonds. The dominatrix had done her job well. I was helpless, lying there in that crib. The two women began talking as if I weren’t there, which made me feel even more infantile, an interesting thing since being thickly diapered and bound in a crib should be enough to make me feel like a little baby. I think it was the point that I had given up all my adult rights when I agreed to this game. They seemed to have a great many clients that were hungry for having a sissy like me to play with and were willing to pay a lot of money for someone as little and cute as me. I still struggled against the ropes, but they completely ignored me and left the nursery, not bothering to tell me when they would return. The dominatrix did comment to Aunt Glenda how much she liked combining bondage and diapers. She said this way the bondage session can last as long as you want since you didn’t have to stop for the submissive to use the bathroom. I lost track of time since the nursery had no clocks. It seemed like they were gone a long time. There was nothing to speed the time since I could do nothing, being bound and gagged. If you have played with self-bondage it is nothing like being really bound and helpless to stop the game. The dominatrix was correct in it being nice to be diapered since I had to relieve myself several times into my waiting cloth diaper. All I could do is look around the nursery and my view being through the crib bars just made me feel even smaller. The changing table with it shelves stacked with diapers and plastic pants, the rows of dresses and such in the open closet. Before coming to this place I never suspected this world of adults being babies existed and never thought that I’d submit so readily to becoming one. It scared me how quickly I adapted to wearing and using diapers. It was as if this was all opening up a submissive part of me I never knew existed. My mind churned on this as I waited in the crib. I also worried about what kind of men Aunt Glenda would bring into here, and let me tell you, I was still surprised when she came in with the first client. He was huge. I’m talking basketball huge. He wore sunglasses and his head was completely shaved. His arms were covered with tattoos. I didn’t have to playact when I whimpered and struggled against the ropes, I was scared to death. I can’t describe the feelings going through me as I looked at the differences between us. He looked so confident standing there looking down at me, a big smile on his face, dressed like a man should be, while on the other hand, I was dressed in diapers, plastic pants and my short pink sissy shirt. Aunt Glenda whispered something and left me alone with this man. I struggled more against my ropes and cried into my plugged mouth, feeling the rubber pen-s with my tongue and thinking about the one in his gym pants. He laughed a little when he saw my eyes go down to where his pen-s strained against his black pants. “You like daddy’s pole, don’t you,” he said as he moved closer to the crib and then slide down the side rails. I involuntarily tried to slide away from him, which in my crib was quite worthless. “Daddy paid good money for you, so you’re mine for the next two hours and we are going to have fun…Well, at least I will.” At this point I really didn’t want to be here with this man. Why did I agree to this? There was something about the unreal feeling of this place that was making me think differently than I had on the outside. A few days ago I would have never believed I would allow myself to be dressed in diapers and plastic plants, little girl dresses and things. I surely won’t have believed I would allow myself to be bound and gagged, ready to serve the wishes of another man. Aunt Glenda returned with a large enema bag and nozzle. She told the man to get me out of my crib and onto the changing table. He lifted me with no problem, letting me know the helplessness of my little body in compared to his hard muscles. I involuntarily whimpered around my gag and could tell by his eyes, he enjoyed my fear. I moved my wrists against my bonds as instructed by Aunt Glenda. She noticed and smiled. The men stood back and watched her pull down my plastic plants and unpin my soaked diaper. She untied my ankles and pushed my bent legs up into my chest, telling the man to hold me there, leaving my rear end exposed and helpless. His hands were huge and I again thought about what that meant for what waited inside his pants for me. I started really crying into my gag, my pathetic muffled moans uncontrollable. I was terrified of what would come next. Aunt Glenda snapped on a rubber glove and then pushed her finger into me. Next, she followed that with the nozzle of the enema. At first it wasn’t so bad but she did something that inflated the nozzle inside of me. She told me to try and push it out.. I couldn’t. It was lodged inside me. “You can let her legs down,” she told the man as she slid a disposable diaper under me. She then pulled the diaper up between my legs with the two hoses from the enema and the inflator bulb snaking out of the diaper on the right side, followed by yellow plastic pants that snapped up the sides. I closed my eyes but Aunt Glenda wasn’t happy. She wanted the man to be able to look into my teary blue eyes as she filled me up with the soapy enema. The enema I got last night was nothing like this one. The bag was huge and when she opened up the valve I could feel my insides filling and bloating. The guy was really getting horny over my discomfort and he untied my wrists and pushed my right hand over to his engorged pen-s, which at his height, was at my eye level. With no choice, I began to give him a hand job through his sweat pants as more fluid flowed into me. His breathing became hard. Aunt Glenda moved over to him and pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving his hot c-ck for my little hand. It was now pointed straight at me as I worked my hand down the shaft, feeling the unbelievable size of it. The enema had extended my stomach and the gramps were terrible. I wanted to so much expel it all but I was plugged to be leak proof. Aunt Glenda was finished filling me and undid the hose from the bag. The man pulled back from my hand job. I was lifted off the table and taken to the playpen. Aunt Glenda smiled and said have fun. Your daddy is the only one who can give you relief so you’d better make him happy, she said before leaving us alone. The man went over to a cabinet and removed a coil of long pink rope.

aww come on....I just sent a copy of my Id via e-mail now I've got to do it again. No wonder the amount of people in the chat has decreased. Make up my mind.

I like it and I'm not gay...In fact I really don't like pics of guys in diapers. It kinda grosses me out to see an old hairy guy naked lol but that's just me.