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Fair point, @Babypants. I've put the first section that is for patrons only up but here's small segment of it. A small segment of the story is posted here. It is a slow devolving story that is intended to increase in degradation as time goes on. Andrew was still reeling as he slipped in the passenger’s seat. His brain couldn’t catch up with what was happening. She had just felt him up; he’d just cum. He looked down, the pad was doing his job but it was slick, gooey, and uncomfortable. The pads clearly weren’t made for absorbing semen. He’d have to get to the bathroom when they got to the restaurant. As he was trying to process recent events, he struggled to latch his seat belt. It just wasn’t clicking. He pushed down and nothing and if he let go it popped back up. He could feel his face heating up as Aria was clearly settled and waiting on him. “I can’t get it. Is there a trick?” “No trick,” she laughed a little, amused at his discombobulation. “I think it’s broken,” he said letting the belt fall back to its resting position and looking at her. “We could take my car?” He hoped in his own vehicle he could get some sense of even footing back but instead she wordlessly reached past him, grabbed the belt, and smoothly latched it into place. He had never felt so stupid. The belt was clearly not broken. There was no trick that he could see. He just hadn’t been able to latch it by himself. “I’m taking us to Le Coq d’Or.” “Is that French?” “Very good,” she said with a smile and he wondered if she was genuinely impressed or patronizing him. “It’s my favorite restaurant but I only go on special occasions.” Maybe this date wasn’t going as badly as he thought. The rest of the ride, Andrew was able to make up for his prior blunders. They talked about her car, her work (she was a computer scientist), his work (he was a day time bar tender), she asked him to make her a drink some time, he asked her why his computer was so slow, she told him it was probably all of his porn, he blushed, they both laughed. The entire trip felt easy and Andrew was a little disappointed when they reached the restaurant because he knew a new setting could easily mess up the vibe. Aria had pulled up to valet parking and attendants had opened their doors. Andrew hoped he would be able to unlatch his own seatbelt but before he could even try, he realized Aria had already done it and was leaning over him to ensure it didn’t have any slack in it as it retracted. The attendants looked at her quizzically but didn’t say anything. Still she offered, “He has trouble working the belt.” It was clear that the comment changed the valet’s opinion of him. The started treating him like he had special needs. “Watch the step, there you go,” and similar comments followed him into the restaurant. He wondered if Aria thought he was slow. If she was just going on with the date to be nice. But then, what was that kiss at her house? She was clearly interested. Right? He was snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he stepped forward towards the empty host podium. He heard a man with a thick French accent saying “no, no, no” and when he looked up, the man was advancing on him. He grabbed Andrew’s arm just above the elbow and ushered him out the door. Aria followed. “What’s wrong?” “He cannot be inside. All men must wear a suit.” “I’m so sorry,” Aria said to Andrew. “I never realized. Dress codes are less strict for women.” Though Andrew noted she was wearing a dress so she seemed to anticipate that finer clothing was at least appropriate. “I didn’t know,” Andrew said to the man, trying to get his arm free from his grasp. “Please, we have a reservation, do you have any suits for situations like this?” “Certainly,” the man replied, “but he is too small.” Based on how the man eyed him up and down, Andrew though the rest of the statement might have been “and poor” but was left off to avoid being too rude. Aria switched to talking in French at that moment, and Andrew had no idea what was going on. Again, he found himself wondering, who is this woman? She seemed to be persuading the maître d’ though and when they stopped talking, he said, “Come with me,” to Andrew. Aria told him to find her at their table once he was sorted. “Do you have a suit for me?” Andrew asked as he jogged to keep up with the man’s brisk pace around to the back of the restaurant. “Oui.” He said sternly. They went through a side entrance and into an office area that looked empty. On the rack was one brown suit. It looked like it was made in the 70’s and Andrew could tell just by looking at it that it would be too big but he didn’t know what choice he had or, rather, he didn’t like his choices, wear the suit or abandon his date with the hottest, most intriguing woman he’d ever been out with. Andrew started to unbutton his pants. “Thank you. Should I come around to the front when I’m done?” The question hung in the air, unanswered. The maître d’ was heading to the back of the office toward a cabinet. He opened it and pulled out a large plastic package. Andrew couldn’t tell what at this angle. “You will wear this.” Whatever it was he sat on a chair near Andrew. The maître d’ proceeded to the door as if it didn’t require any explanation. Andrew approached the item and picked it up, still confused. At the door, the man turned back, “It ensures our suits remain clean.” And with that Andrew realized he was holding a diaper.

Hello all. I have been on this site as a reader for a long time but have recently some financial hard times. I need to exercise every revenue stream that I can so I have launched my own patreon for story content. I realize there are many patreons out there. This one is different in that it focuses specifically on female partners forcing men to wear diapers due to some bodily disfunction. Of course, there's plenty of this content out there, but most of it is mixed in with sissy dress, women in diapers, societies with a subpopulation in diapers, and other things which I am personally not into or which diminish the humiliation for me (e.g., the man secretly enjoying it). I think there might be other people out there with my tastes, so I am starting my own patreon to provide it. To compensate for the patreon being new, I am promising to deliver and additional 500 words of content for every new subscriber during a one month period. The base is 3000, so if you and 5 other people join, I will provide 6000 words this month. I like a slow burn but I also want something in every section of a story to turn me on, the provided free content is the start to a story that will introduce diapers in the second part (released on patreon only) and will continue to slowly devolve from their until poor Andrew has been humiliated in every way I can think of. I also promise that this post is more than just an advertisement. Below is some free content and if people show they want to see more (some patrons subscribe) I will post updates on Andrew periodically here but I will not post all content here and I will not post the most humiliating sections of the story here. https://patreon.com/user?u=7664738&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link Without further ado, Andrew's Saga begins. The coffee shop was crowded. Andrew had grabbed a high-top table and was waiting on his order when he saw Megan enter. Her dress surprised him. He was expecting a casual look, skinny jeans, sneakers, maybe a sweater—it was cold outside after all. Instead, Megan looked ready to hit the clubs. In fact, she was dressed sexier than during their date the previous week. Her leather skirt, fishnet stocking, and heeled boots had garnered more than a few sideways glances. She was wearing a sweater, the but the neckline was wide, and it fell below one shoulder, revealing her lace bra strap. Adding onto it her dark red lipstick and Andrew felt he could hardly be blamed for his growing hard on. Andrew was definitely regretting his choice of clothes now. Her text to meet for coffee had come while he was taking care of some household chores. He hadn’t even considered changing but now was painfully aware that his fashion choices were a misstep. He’d been told he shouldn’t wear plaid shorts with a plaid shirt, but he only owned the one pair of shorts and this shirt was his favorite. As Andrew stood to wave her over, the barista called his name for his order and the surprise jolted him out of trance of self-castigation causing him to bump into the table and knock over a napkin holder. The noise caught Megan’s attention, along with everyone else in the shop, and Andrew was glad, for once, that he was small enough that even a raging hard on would not be detected under his clothes. He tried to walk naturally to get his drink and wave to Megan, but he knew by the pitying look on her face that he was being somewhat less than smooth. The truth was, Andrew hadn’t expected to hear from Megan ever again. Their date had initially gone well. Megan had flirted with him and he’d blushed which she seemed to find charming enough. Their conversation had gone well. She’d seemed to appreciate his reasoned arguments concerning the recent election and why older generations should take youth more seriously. As their dinner ended, Andrew felt sure another date would be forthcoming and had been resolved to not mess up the good-bye kiss. Instead, there was no good-bye, at least not at her doorstep. She’d invited him in all the way into her bedroom. It had started out well. He knew she didn’t invite him in their to talk so he did the bold thing, the masculine thing, he gently cupped her face in one hand, then grabbed her hip firmly with the other and kissed her, hard. She reciprocated and he moved his hand to the nape of her neck, then so her shoulder, then cupping her breast through her shirt. For her part, she seemed equal eager and moved her hands over his chest and around his hips until she was unbuttoning his pants, pulling down his zipper … But that’s where it had stopped because instead of letting loose a massive hard-on she found a sticky wet substance. The both froze but for different reasons. Andrew because he was still cumming. Megan because she was completely disgusted. Then she did something unexpected, she grabbed the edge of his jeans and yanked them down hard exposing his now flaccid penis. And there he was, standing with his pants down around his knees while his date stepped back, fully clothed to stare at his dick. “Did you just cum in your pants?!” “I, uh,” “That is disgusting.” He tried to stammer out that it had been a while, that he could go down on her, that he might be ready to go again in an hour or so. She wasn’t in a mood to hear it. “Just go.” She shook her head, dejectedly. Andrew did just that, pulling up his now gooey pants, somewhat happy that she didn’t bother with remarking on his small size. Flaccid, it was only a single inch, if that. He’d cried that night at home, humiliated, wondering what he was going to do. This was the first time premature ejaculation had gotten in the way of a potential relationship. He’d had more compassionate girlfriends than Megan. One’s who hadn’t been disgusted, but ultimately they’d all eventually admitted that they thought he would improve and their sex life wasn’t what they wanted. They had trouble seeing him as masculine. Their attraction had declined. Now, Megan appeared to be giving him a second chance. When she reached the table after getting her own order, he’d stood and she’d held out her arms to give him a hug. It wasn’t a kiss but he’d take a hug. She’d held him tight, pushing her hips into his like she was horny for him, and leaned into his ear to say he smelled nice. He tried to play his tensing up off like he was embarrassed for the compliment and surprised at the hug, but the truth was, her body so close to his hard on and the anticipation of repairing the other night was too much. He’d cum, right in the middle of the coffee shop. His only hope was that they would be there long enough that it would remain hidden by the table until it dried. And they did manage to have a decent conversation, picking up where they’d left off the previous week. An hour went by before there was a lull and by this time, Andrew felt certain he could walk about the world without his accident being detected. At the lull, Andrew finally felt brave enough to probe into what exactly was going on. “I was surprised you texted …” He started, hoping she would pick up the thread. “I like you.” She paused thinking of how to proceed but in seeing Andrew’s smile she quickly qualified, “as a friend.” “Ah.” He felt all the air go out of his sails. This was not a second date. “Don’t pout.” She waited for him to look at her. “Good boy.” Again she paused as confusion washed over his face at the diminutive expression she had just used. Megan just smiled enigmatically. “Actually, I wanted to meet with you because I have friend I’d like to set you up with. I think she’ll really like you. But first, tell me, did you cum earlier? When I hugged you?” Andrew didn’t know how to react in one second hope and eagerness and in the next abject humiliation. “No,” he stuttered. Her look hardened. “Andrew, do not lie to me or I will not give you my friend’s number. I want the truth. Did you cum in your pants?” It took a minute for him to respond but she waited as he tried to read her expression. She looked serious and he felt like a little boy lying to his mother. He didn’t know how to get back on even footing with this woman. “Yes,” he finally admitted and looked down at the table. “Thank you for being honest, sort of. You clearly have a problem. I’m no doctor so I can’t tell you how to fix it, but you know, you don’t have to go around with wet pants. If you’re going to cum whenever a woman gets close to you, you can wear a little protection, like a pad or something.” She looked over his blank face. “Like a menstrual pad. You’ll have to switch to briefs but isn’t that better just squirting out cum all over yourself?” He’d never thought about it before. What man thinks about sticking a menstrual pad in his pants? “This way, when you have your next accident,” she paused on that word, giving it emphasis and Andrew squirmed turning and could feel the heat in his face, “when you have your next accident, no one will know but you. Plus,” she smiled broadly, “it might mask your other,” she held up her thumb and pointer finger to emphasize the next word, “little problem.” Andrew didn’t know what to say. He felt like his dick had just receded back inside his body he was so emasculated. She’d gone there. Not only saying he needed protection against his accidents but that his cock was tiny. He could not have felt more pathetic. “Why …” he wanted to ask why she would set him up with her friend. Why would any woman ever want him but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Finally, as his eyes started to well up with tears from his inner thoughts about how useless he was, Megan took pity on him and grabbed his hand. “I wouldn’t set you up with my friend if I didn’t think it would work out. Not every woman has the same desires or needs.” When he looked like he had calmed down a bit she continued, “But no woman wants to touch a man’s pants only to find out he soiled himself like a child so where the pad, OK?” Despite the brutality of the words, her tone was gentle and they both smiled at each other. Megan was right. Whoever this girl was, Megan wouldn’t set them up if his small dick was going to be a problem for her.

I’ll admit I’m part of the problem because I don’t log in to give authors I like enough praise and maybe now that I remember my username and password I’ll change that. But I am really sick of people trashing a story because it takes a turn they don’t like. Stories are constantly going soft on their characters and being nice to them after starting out humiliating and that is not my cup of tea but it’s not my story so I just stop reading and find something else. What drives me crazy is when I find a story that is sufficiently humiliating for me (a rare find) and people trash it and then the author gets discouraged and stops writing or changes it. Stories here are free porn and I’m pretty grateful that anyone wants to take their free time to produce it. I do not expect high quality work that conforms to my interests and never deviates from them. The writing of this story is pretty decent for this site. It’s honestly not my fav because it’s not quite humiliating enough for me, but it’s the closest thing I can find right now. Preston isn’t my favorite either but I do like the humiliation of being sent to court in a full diaper to have conservatorship established. And I love scenes in which the mess is patted to reinforce the patheticness of the character, so that was a greater teaser of an ending to the last part for me. I also love that this story hasn’t had Ryan come to her rescue and ended up with some loving connection between the two of them or the headmistress getting a dose of her own medicine. Those are the plot lines that drive me bonkers, personally. The fact that we jumped ship from one alternate reality where schools diaper their students and give them catheters to another where diaper punishment is part of the whole town is fine with me. Whatever it takes to up the humiliation is fine by me. As for the world being adjacent to Preston not being established early on, if this were a writing workshop, I might agree. But it is not, it is a few paragraphs of prose that takes no investment on the part of the reader and stock characters. I don’t mean that to be an insult to the writer either. I love the tropes and the many spins people (including this author) put on them. I personally hope everyday brings a new humiliation for the character and that she becomes the most pathetic and lowest of Preston’s citizens, but whatever happens, I’ll try to remember to give kudos and if it no longer suits me, I’ll quietly slip away and look for something else because I’ll know this is likely suiting someone else and I wouldn’t want to ruin their fun.

I was waiting for so long, checking several times a week just for this story! So happy with this update Thank you.

I love bullies in stories. I love people getting knocked down lower and lower and I love it when the bully full on gets away with it. I was so bummed when the bully got caught earlier and so elated when it came back to haunt the main character. The main character is a bully too. That’s what started it all but my preference is always to see one character humiliated mercilessly. I’m excited to see what other ideas the author has for debasing her and making her feel small before the genie returns her to her own world with that one small change.

I love this story so much. I can’t believe no one has posted a thank you for he update yet so I lest you stop updating. It’s the only new story online that I like right now.