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"So I'll have a venti mocha latte with oat milk, a shot of strawberry flavor, and extra whip cream. Also, a tall black coffee with one cream," the blond haired boy said, smiling at the short, brown haired barista that stood behind the counter. "Oh, and my name's Alex, and she's Kacey." The Starbucks was almost empty that day. It was a grey day, cool for the summer, and few wanted to brave the inevitable rain. However, the weather that kept people out made it perfect for hot drinks, and that drew latte addicts in like flies. This particular one, in the center of a book store, combined two of their rainy day loves. "Ok, who gets the coffee and who gets the strawberry chocolate milk thing?" the barista asked. "Ummm... I..." Kacey came beside him and put her hand on his shoulder. "He gets the strawberry drink. I get the coffee." "Ok!" The barista said, and left to make the drinks. "Did you have to say that?" Alex asked the red haired girl who was clinging to his shoulder. "Yep! If your going to order something like that, the world will know." "Alex! Happy almost-birthday!" "What?" Alex said. It was Bill, a friend of his from work. He was a tall man, broad shouldered, and wore a long rain coat. He had come in while they were waiting. "I said happy almost-birthday!" Alex cocked his head to the left. "How did you know it was almost my brithday?" "Uhhh..." he said. His eyes darted to Kacey, then back at Alex. "Facebook." Alex looked suprised. "Huh. I thought I had removed that from Facebook. How weird. He turned back to the counter, unaware of Kacey glaring at Bill. "So how you doing anyway Alex? Funny to run into you here," Bill said. "Well you know I..." He was interrupted by the appearance of the barisa. "Alright I have a venti strawberry mocha made with oat milk and extra whip cream for Alex." She handed him the drink. Alex blushed. "Uhhh I think you mean a coffee. Dark coffee. NO cream or sugar." "No it was definitely a venti strawberry mocha made with oat milk and extra whip cream." Alex shook his head and looked at Bill. "No it was definitely a coffee. Your strongest kind." The barista leaned onto the counter top. "Alright. I tell you what. I'll go get you that coffee, the strongest kind we have, with no sugar or milk, but I get to see you drink it. Right here in front of us, no leaving to throw it out when your gone, no coming back in for your sugary drink." Alex stared at her considering his options. Kacey snickered beside him. "Just give me the #($@-ing strawberry mocha." ... Kacey was laughing out loud as the walked in through their front door. "OOOO LOOK AT ME I"M ALEX! I ONLY DRINK THE STRONGEST COFFEE SINCE I"M BIG AND STRONG!" she said, doing her best to imitate her voice. "Unless no one is watching then I only want my warm choccy milk." Their home was a small suburban townhouse. It was older then most but still strong, and they had repainted the walls of the main floor in deep blues and dark colors, then furnished it with wood and and simple couches. A door in front of them lead to their stair well, and on the top floor the colors began to get brighter and more vibrant, and the furniture shifted from classy to comfy. The ground floor was the 'mature' floor they showed to visitors, the top was more for them. Alex was hanging his head as he sipped his drink. "Yeah yeah yeah," he said. "So, how did he know it was my birthday soon? I don't remember mentioning it to anyone at work." Kacey paused. "Ummmm well you know how these things are. Someone hears something then they tell another then it passes to two more, and suddenly everyone knows. Its common knowledge. Everyone knows each others birthdays." "What is your uncles birthday?" She looked to the side, thinking. "November 31st?" "That's not real. There are only thirty days in November," Alex said, while going over the rhyme in his head and counting on his fingers. "December first then." "Ahh, that makes sense." He stripped off his coat, and began to take off his shoes. He was going along with it, but seemed unconvinced. "Anyway, its a big birhday for you. Afterall it is your thi.." "Twenty-seventh? You are right, that is a big one," he replied. She folded her arms. "Twenty-seventh? I could have sworn we had that a few years ago." "Well you were mistaken. I'm turning 27." He looked up at Kacey, who was standing still."What are you doing?" he asked. "Why aren't you getting undressed?" "I need to go," she said quickly, looking out the door. Alex stood up and looked out. "What for?" "Uhhh... Coffee." "We just got coffee." "I mean, copy. I need to make copies of something for work." "Oh." Alex put his hand on his chin. "Can't you just do that with our printer here?" "No. They need to be better. You know, professionally done. Glossy and all that." "Ok, should I come to help?" "NO! I mean, no, its for work. You stay here and, ummm... video games." She pointed up the stairs, toward their bedroom where they kept their gaming systems. Alex turned to where she was pointing. "You are actually telling me to go upstairs and play video games? Why?" "Why not?" she asked. "Don't you want to play video games?" Alex paused and thought. "Yeah I do." "Good! Then go!" She turned around to leave, then paused and turned back. "Oh wait! Remember to wear headphones! Bye! Love you!" That being said, she turned and ran out the door before Alex could ask anything more. Alex waved. "Love you too." He watched her run to the car, quickly open the door and get in, then drive away. "That was odd, I wonder why she was acting that way? Why specify headphones?" He thought for a second, then shrugged. "Ah well. Video game time!" He walked up the stair well to their bedroom. It was painted blue, and with cabinets and shelves built around a large king sized bed. There was a TV screwed into the wall in front of the bed with their gaming systems underneath it, but Alex ignored it for a moment. Instead, he walked to a single white door that lead to their closet and opened it. He pushed aside their hanging shirts and dresses until he found what he was looking for. A large, brown plastic box with a sealed green lid, which he unlocked and opened. "There we go," he said, staring at the packages of diapers inside. ... "Ok, quick. We only have a few minutes," Kacey said to the gathered crowed. She knew most of them, and most of the ones she didn't she had at least seen in Alex's photos or facebook pages. There was Bill from Alex's work, who they had run into earlier, then Tim from his university days, then Sarah who he knew through her, and more. It was all their friends, gathered for one reason. "So the plan is to enter the house as quietly as possible, holding the packages and balloons. I'll text him to come down, and we will shout "Surprise" as he does. He'll probably be playing video games with his headphones, so it should work." "You don't think he'll notice a crowd of people entering his home?" Bill asked. Kacey scoffed. "Please. Fuck no. When he's playing video games that guy wouldn't noticed a crowed of rhinoceroses entering his home." They all laughed and agreed. "Well we shouldn't have any problems then," Bill said. "Of course not," Kacey replied. "Unless..." A thought came to her head. He was home alone, just relaxing and having fun... her eyes went wide. Would he? She had only been gone a few minutes, but he did just get home, and its not like he was rare. She went through scenarios in her head, trying to think of a way she could avoid it without warning him. She got out her phone and texted him. "I'll be home soon! Want to go to the movies? I figure we can have 'fun' times tonight after, if you are down for that ;)" she sent him. Hopefully he'd see it, decide to stay in normal clothes for the movie, and be willing to put off any 'other' things until later. She told herself it would work, and prayed she was right.

Hi, I've never written many stories in my life (and never about abdl before). So this is my first abdl story, hope you like it. Chapter 2 is ready, I'm just checking the text. It will be posted soon. Ps.: My main language is not English and I don't speak it very well, so I had to use an online translator and a grammar checker. The story in the original language is correctly written, but I had to make some changes to the translation, it shouldn't be perfect, I hope you understand. Ps2.: If this story is similar to one you've read before, it's purely coincidental. I've read many stories, but none quite like this, even if I've read a similar scene. Chapter 1 - Current Situation Sometimes I wonder how I got to this point in my life, the only thing I know is that at this moment I find myself lying here in the dark, inside a pink crib with a locked lid, while my ass is sore from the punishment I received for breaking yet another one of ''mommy's rules’’. To make matters worse, in addition to the pain in my "bumbum" (as Mom prefers to call it), I feel my dick throbbing inside the small, pink chastity cage I'm being forced to wear, and to complete the situation, a big, thick, pink and soaked diaper, covers it all while protecting ''my crib'' from accidents. The only light on is a small, dim pink lamp on top of a piece of furniture next to the changing table. From inside the crib, I can see few things in the room, but what I can see are all things from the “mommy’s sissy baby” (would that be me?). While I don't feel sleepy (because it's too early, since Mom put me to bed early as a form of punishment - it's 07 p.m.), I keep looking at the nursery I'm in, and I can see a changing table with a huge stock of diapers in the spaces below, all diapers are big and thick, some colored and some completely white, but all are quite large and look like night diapers for their size. Near the changing table, I see a closet where mommy keeps all of my new clothes she bought for me, most of them frilly pink dresses, onesies and other humiliating clothes. Also, I can see the armchair where mommy just spanked me as punishment for breaking the rule that “babies can’t ask for their diapers to be changed, only mommy decides when to change.” I'm wearing a pink onesie as a sleepwear and on the front of the onesie it says ''mommy’s stinky sissy baby'', I'm also wearing thick cotton gloves that don't allow me to use my fingers, so I can't take my diaper off during the night, just like I have a big pink pacifier stuck in my mouth with tape. Mommy said she doesn't want to come in the morning and find me without my pacifier and have to punish me again. Time passes and I hear mommy walking around the house and talking to someone on the phone, but I can't hear what she says. While I'm here I've wetted my diaper twice more and I'm starting to doubt I'll wake up with dry sheets tomorrow, plus, mommy said I better have a fully used diaper when she comes to check on me tomorrow morning or else I'll be punished again. I was very bored from just lying in my crib for so long and ended up falling asleep. I wake up the next morning not knowing the time, but with a few rays of sunlight already coming in through the window and through the curtains, leaving the room a little bright. As soon as I remember my situation I feel my diaper more flaccid and cold with the large amount of pee in it and I remember what mommy said the night before about using the diaper completely. I was too scared that mommy would suddenly open the bedroom door and I still haven't used my diaper completely, so I close my eyes and try to focus on getting my diaper a mess. I start pushing and all I feel are farts coming out and making noise inside my diaper. Suddenly, I start to hear footsteps in the hallway and my fear grows. Mommy was already awake. I keep pushing but nothing but pee fills my diaper even more, so as I continue my effort mommy opens the bedroom door at the same time a loud muffled sound comes out of my already swollen diaper and when I open my eyes, mommy has a smile on her face watching me from the door and says: - ‘’Own, is my sissy baby pooping in her little diaper for mommy? How cute! Let mommy check your diaper. That was it, there was no more time, mommy would check my diaper and realize I didn't do #2 and punish me again. Mom walked over to the crib, opened the top cover and lowered the side rail, then took off the sheet that covered me and I saw her look towards my crotch. - ‘’Looks like my baby girl had an accident and her diaper leaked in her crib, but what a naughty little girl.’’ I felt my face flush instantly, she noticed and gave a smile, after that she opened my onesie and put her fingers in the crotch of my diaper and pulled back a little to check. - ‘’Looks like my baby didn't completely use her diaper during the night, too bad, I'll have to punish you again baby, but not now.'' Mom helped me out of the crib and held my hand as she led me to the bathroom. Getting there, she took off my wet onesie and my gloves, but she still kept the pacifier in my mouth. When she opened my diaper it fell to the floor with a loud thud and she giggled, then she rolled my diaper up and placed it on top of the lid of the dirty diaper bucket. She put me in the shower and gave me a bath, scrubbing my now hairless body and giving a special attention to my bumbum and penis (which she called "little clitty"). After the shower we went back to my room and she helped me onto the changing table and told me to lie down and not move while she went to get something. A few minutes later, she came back with a big bottle of milk in her hands and gave it to me, telling me to drink it all while she changed me. My face burned with embarrassment as she rubbed baby lotion on my bottom, still red from the spanking from the night before, and on my clitty, then she opened a fresh diaper and put it under my bottom and started sprinkling baby powder on me. As she ran her hands over me, she noticed my little cock trying to get hard inside the pink chastity cage and said how cute it was and how it felt like I was enjoying being her baby. The milk in the bottle was sweet and tasted great and before mommy even finished changing the diaper I was done. After the change she took the empty bottle and put it on the shelf below the changing table and helped me to a seat and told me to wait while she picked out an outfit for me to wear for the day, heading to the closet and bringing back a little pink dress with white lace all over and words embroidered on the front that said ''Messy Princess'', when I saw this, my face burned with embarrassment. So mommy dressed me and brought white socks with lace ankles and dressed me in them and also put on my feet a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes to match. Then mommy brought out a pink bonnet and put it on my freshly shaved head (mommy had all the hair off my body except my eyebrows and eyelashes). After I finished getting dressed, she took me to the room that had a playpen where she left me and told me that I should play with my new toys (wooden blocks, dolls and stuffed animals) while she got dressed for work. When she finished saying that, she noticed my surprised expression, because she had been working from home since I arrived, so I thought she would always be home with me. - ''Awn baby, don't be worried, mommy called a nanny to take care of you, she has a lot of experience with girls just like you, but we'll need to call her every day mommy goes to work until we find a special daycare for babies like you''. After saying that, mommy left me in the playpen still in shock and went to get ready for work. I wondered which would be worse: having a babysitter seeing me like this or being sent to daycare with other people like me. I've never seen mommy in underwear before, only in a bra a few times, but I've never seen her in panties or naked and it provoked my imagination many times, but soon I felt a pressure inside my chastity cage which made me push those thoughts away. As I lay in my playpen trying to distract myself from all the thoughts running through my mind, I felt my bladder fill quickly and release a large amount of pee in the front of my diaper, warming it up. I wondered how I could pee so much when I had wet my diaper from the night before until it leaked into my crib. But I didn't have time to think about it too much, as the doorbell rang next.

posting this thread with a similar idea of "What diaper are you wearing today?"Figured we could share what we are currently wearing. I'll go ahead and start.Currently, under my boy clothes, I'm wearing a 2010 style Girls Goodnite with butterflies on it.And I have my new training bra, it's lavender with a pink bow between the cups.I hope to update this thread a few times a week and hope others will join in too.Thanks

Hello everyone, I hope this sparks discussion about what helped shape our "Sissy" side. I know for me, this was a big tipping point. I wanted to make this thread to share specific memories or stories about your Sissy side. I'll share some of mine, starting with the following. This is the most open I've ever been with any of my friends growing up about panties and sissy things. When I was about a Sophomore in high school, i would stay the night at my friend Jim's house from time to time. We'd known each other since kindergarten and were really close. We both had younger sister's as well. Well, one Saturday after midnight, he and I were sharing our favorite "adult" videos with each other on his computer. We'd been a little "worked up" and both went to the bathroom (separately) to finish the job. Afterward, we were relaxing in his room and I half jokingly, asked "Have you ever wore Mel's (his sister) panties?" He said "No dude, and i don't think i'd fit haha" "Have you tried Ashley's (my sister)?" Nervously I said "Yes, sometimes when i'm home alone i "play" in them." He was immediately curious "Wait, you fit?....how do they feel? Are they soft?" We both wore generic store brand boxers at the time. His sister was almost the same age as us but on the "plus size". I knew she had a cute selection of panties from the many times I'd hung out at their house. She'd always bend over, showing her Hanes or Old Navy panties. Always with bright colors or cute sayings on them. My sister was a few years younger and more petite. I had spent many hours (when home alone) modeling her panties in the mirror. She was more subtle with simple polka dots and stripes from Gymboree or Gap. I told him "they barely fit, but they're so SOFT!!! and it feels amazing to 'finish' in them" "i know i could fit in Mel's just fine" It was too late that night to do anything, but we began to plan. I told my friend he needed to try panties as soon as possible. He was apprehensive but agreed. Just a few short days later, he sent me a text with a picture, "Dude i'm home alone which ones should i use" attached was a photo with 2 pairs of panties on his sister's bed. One was plain white with a very small pink bow on the front. The other was lime green with orange flowers. I replied "use the green ones, ones with patterns are so much more fun" He replied roughly 10 mins later "Dude!!!! holy crap that felt so GOOD" Later that week, i was home alone and sent him a similar message. The photo showed 2 pairs, one with rainbow polka dots and the others (and older smaller pair) with cinderella on it. He replied instantly "o you have to use cinderella!!!! will you fit in them?" I squeezed my butt into the cinderella pair and 'finished' almost instantly. I texted him back "i almost ripped them but it worked!!!!" We would play this game for a few months, quickly learning our entire sister's panty drawers and which pairs fit and felt good. Then one day he texted me and said "....would you ever want to wear Mels?" Sheepishly i replied "....ya...they look so freaking cute....would you want a pair of Ashleys?" "....ya.....if it's not weird..." "...no dude it's cool...just our secret man...promise...?" "ya of course man....totally.....when should we trade?" we waited a few more weeks, then found the perfect excuse, we needed to study for finals. He came over after school and my parents left us alone to study. We had the whole house to ourselves. I asked "Do you still want to do this, we don't have too?" "Ya man i;ve been thinking about it all day" Jim replied. "what kinda panties do you want? I asked. "The girlier the better dude" I excused myself to my sister's room and selected the pair. It was all cotton. Red with white polka dots and 2 little white bows, one on each hip. They were the largest size, so i hoped he would fit. When i returned, he told me to close my eyes. I heard him unzip his backback and place some soft fabric in my hand. I opened them and my heart started racing. They were bright blue with tons of white and pink stars all over. The waistband was bright pink and the on the butt they said "outta this world" I showed him the pair i selected and we both got tense. I told him to go first, if he wanted. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear his shorts hit the floor. Then him shuffle to slide into the panties. "Wanna seee....just for fun hahaha" he asked. "Sure" i said. He slid the door open. He was barely contained by the small cotton panties that stretched around his waist. "dang those look good on you hahaha" "thanks man...these feel incredible...my sister doesnt have ones like these." He closed the door and 'finished' in them. then i went in. I couldn;t believe it. I was going to wear a real girl's panties!!! I practically jumped in them. "wanna see?" i said after i had modeled them to myself in the mirror. They fit like a glove. better than any pair of boxers or tighty whiteies i had as a kid. I felt magical. I opened the door and Jim said "whoa those fit you so well man!" I blushed and said "thanks." I then closed the door and 'finished' in them. We then realized we had 2 pairs of "dirty" panties that we didn't know what to do with. After a bit of deliberation, we decided to throw them in the dumpster behind my parents house. We both really wanted to keep them but realized it would be impossible to explain if we got caught. We never exchanged panties again but we would send pics and make each other choose which ones to "play with" throughout high school. A couple times he even had his cousin visit who was a year older than us and how thongs and PINK brand panties. We went to different colleges and soon only would reconnect on spring break or other holidays. We never spoke of the panties again. Recently he moved out of my area and got married. we only reach out to say "happy birthday" or send christmas cards.

this story was commissioned by Brisemenu. Ch1 "Hello and welcome to Sally's Sissiys Daycare!" a woman wearing a bright green apron with a picture of a large smiling Seal on a beach printed on it. "Im Magen, and it's nice to meet you!" Megan was in her early 20s and had a large smile as she greeted the new guests that came into the daycare. "Hi, im Janet and this is my little sissy Max," she gestured to the short preteen-looking child hiding behind her and holding onto a stuffed bear while sucking on a pacifier. Janet was an older woman in her early 40s. She wore a casual dress and looked to be fit for her age. Max was 24 and was born a "Sissy." He was 4'9 with a slim build and wore a bright pink and red dress that just barely covered the diaper she had to wear. ******** In this world, Males were divided into 3 categories. The average was the most common. And like you would suspect, they were average all around. Alpha's were rare and tended to excel in some way. Excelling in strength, stamina, smarts, or more. The drawback of their fantastic gift was that they could not reproduce due to a genetic problem in their DNA. The final was the Sissys. One in every 10 men was born as Sissys. They grew to be smaller and more feminine than average men. Their height typically stunted at around 5 feet, and they mentality matured very slowly. Tipickly capping with the mentality of a teenager by 30. Though most never matured past childhood and were treated more like young girls than boys. Dew to their stunted growth and other factors, they have a few other problems. There is little to no muscle mass, leaky bladders, weakened bowls, etc. Due to this, most sissys are treated like small children who need to be diapered. ****** "Oh, do we have another little one joining us?" another young woman asked as she walked over to join her coworker. "My name is Kelly." Kelly looked slightly older than Megan and had green streaks in her hair. She also had huge breasts with a pin poking out between them. "It's nice to meet you." Janet greets the other attendant while picking up a pen to sign a few papers. "Is there anything I should know or tell you before signing?" "Yes, for starters, how long will you be leaving Max with us?" Magan asked. "Just a few hours. I have a few meetings, and our normal babysitter got sick. Im not entirely sure when ill be back, but I would be back before closing." Janet tells them. "That's fine. We will be sure to feed your little one during lunch and give them a snack. Do they need a bottle, or can they use a sippy cup?" "She's a big girl. She can use a sippy cup." "Good to know. Do they need special diapers, or are you fine with any brand?" "Any brand of diapers is fine." "Good, and lastly, dew to how some Sissy's can be troublesome, we ask for permission to spank as punishment to keep them in line. Are you ok with bare bottom spanking or clothed spanking?" "Clothed spanking, though you won't have to worry, Max here is always well behaved," Janet said while patting Max on the head before signing the papers. "Ok, darling, you have fun today, and mommy will be back to pick you up in a few hours. Janet leaned down and kissed Max on the cheek before whispering something to them. Max blushed but nodded while hugging the bear tighter. "Come along, sweety, you can have more fun in the other room," Megan says while gesturing towards a door decorated with rainbows and bunnies. Max could hear screams and cheers of other "children" playing in the other room as soon as the door opened. He could see about a dozen other Sissys running around playing when he walked in. They were in some form of childish or baby attire despite looking more like teens. If it weren't for the diapers, most of the sissys could probably pass as young teen girls if it weren't for their childish behavior. Almost immediately, one of the Sissys noticed Max and ran over to them to greet them. "You play?" the sissy wearing a bright orange dress and long blond hair asked. Max let out a whimper before running over and standing behind Kelly's leg. "Hey, it's ok, Max. Jacob here just wants to play with you. Wouldn't you like to play with them?" Kelly asked but only got a head shake, no in response. "Sorry, Jacob, but Max is a little shy. Maybe in a little while, she will play." Jacob sighed before running back towards the other sissys to play while Max stayed next to the nursery attendant. They didn't mind. Magan was used to some Sissys being shy and wanting to be next to someone "Grown-up." By their late teens, most women were taller and stronger than most sissys. Kelly was 5' 9" and was a foot taller than every sissy in the daycare. To all of them, Kelly was a grown-up while they were children. As long as Max didn't get in the way of her work, Kelly or Megan didn't care what the cute little sissy did. The daycare looked just like you would expect. An oversized playroom filled with toys and soft furniture all over the place. Max watched as some sissys sat in the corner coloring at a small table with crayons all around them. Others were playing with large blocks, stacking them and knocking them over. And a few were playing with dolls and stuffed animals. "We dont have any more coming in today, right?" Kelly asked her coworker. "No, Max was the last one for the day," Magan responded while watching everyone. "That's good. I'll go start on lunch then." Kelly tells her as she leaves for the kitchen. Once Kelly was gone, Megan received a message on her phone. Max was curious and stood on his tows to take a peek. "Transfer has been excepted." was what Max could make out. "Curious?" Magan asked when she noticed the sissy looking at her phone. "This is for my application for the children's daycare across town. They liked progress here with sissys and will be promoting me to watch the regular children." In this world, while Sissys are treated like children, most places still prefer to separate them from the actual children. To work with small children, it is often required to practice looking after a sissy before being able to handle small children. Magan knew sissys like Max didn't care about her personal life or even understood what some of the bigger words meant. But it was nice to tell someone about her accomplishment. And for a moment, Magan could have sworn Max could almost understand her entirely based on Max's smile behind his pacifier. Before that thought could linger, Magan and Max heard a commotion. "THAT TOY IS MINE!" a Sissy in a blue onisy shouted as they pulled on another sissy's hair. "Lola! Bad girl! No!" Magan shouted while running over to the two sissys to separate them. "Lola, this is strike 3!" Magan griped onto Lola's hand and began dragging her towards a chair. Lola pleaded no and tried to pull herself away from the caretaker before she started to bawl. Max watched as Magan sat down on a chair and pulled Lola over her lap. "We gave you two warnings Lola. You know the rules. Strike 3 means 6 spankings." Magen says as she pulls the sissy's diaper down to show off their bottom. Lola screamed, kicked, and tried to cover her butt with her hands, but Magan was able to pin the sissy's hands behind their back before the spanking started. All the sissys flinched as the sound of the first smack echoed out. Lola cried even harder as her butt felt like it was on fire. Then came the next Smack, and another shrill scream came out of Lola. Max stood in front of Magan and Lola while clutching onto her stuffed animal. Her eyes were closely watching as the third smack hit. As soon as the final three spankings were done, Magan pulled the diaper back up and lifted Lola to her feet. Lola was still bawling her eyes out as Magen stood up and gave lola a quick hug before she had Lola sit down in the chair. "You in time out until lunch. You know better, little girl." Magan tells her before turning to the rest of the sissys. "I hope this is enough of a warning to not be naughty." All of the sissys, including Max, nodded in agreement. All of them not wanting to be spanked by a grown-up. ***** About 20 minutes later, Kelly called for all the little ones to line up. Most of them cheered while Lola sniveled as they all ran over to the kitchen and got in line. Max was at the back of it. The kitchen was decent, with a large table and chairs for all the sissys to sit at. In front of each chair was a plate with a sandwich and chips. Kelly had everyone grab a sippy cup from her before going to the table to sit. All of the cups were red except for one lone blue cup. Kelly handed everyone their cup. But gave Lola the only blue. "Sorry, sweety, but you have cant have toys at the table," Kelly tells Max as she hands him a sippy cup. Max nods before running over to a counter to place the stuffed animal down before hurrying over to the table. Max remained quiet at the table despite all the other sissys loudly talking while they ate. He looked at everyone shyly turned down anyone who wanted to speak to him. He just wanted to finish eating soon and get back his stuffed animal. But out of all the sissys, Max wasn't the only quiet one. Lola was also quiet, though for a different reason. She had only eaten about half her sandwich and was now staring down on it while her body fidgeted. She tried to keep her head low, but Max could make out the tinny smile she had. "Eww! Someone pooped!" "Mis. Magan! Lola pooped!" a sissy next to Lola yelled while fanning their face. "Oh no. come on, Lola, I can help you clean up," Magan tells Lola. "How about I do it. Let you relax a moment after watching the kids." Kelly suggested. "Come with me, Lola." Lola happily got out of her chair and followed Kelly. Max also got down from the table. "Done already, Max?" Magan asked as Max put his pacifier back into his mouth and ran over to his toy. Max nodded to her before running off to follow Kelly and Lola. Magan just shrugged. Knowing Kelly could handle watching the two while she kept an eye on the other sissys. Kelly opened the door to the changing room and was surprised to see Max had followed them. "Do you need a diaper change too?" Kelly asked. Max shook his head no, but Kelly still lifted Max's dress to take a peek inside. Inside, Kelly could see the pink cage some parents had their Sissys wear. But the diaper was dry. "Did you just want to see how to change a diaper?" Kelly asked. She was tempted to send Max back to the kitchen, but it wouldn't hurt to have the sissy watch. Max nodded excitedly as Kelly smiled down at him and pet the sissy on the head. Lola was already on one of the 3 large changing stations in the room. She was no longer crying and, in fact, looked like she was excited about something. Max watched as Kelly put on plastic gloves and pulled out the changing supplies. Max coiled in discussed when the diaper was opened, and he saw the diaper's contents. Kelly was unfazed and didn't mind it so much anymore. She cleaned up all the diaper contents very fast and used a wipe to really clean a place Max knew all "adults" Lola's no-no spot. A place only grown-ups could clean for sissys. Max watched as Lola's no-no spot grew hard and stiff while pointing straight up. "See that little Max?" Kelly asked. "Some sissys get that way, and it's sometimes hard for them to stop. So im going to help little Lola feel good to make it go away." Max turned to look up at Kelly with his stuffed animal looking up while Kelly clicked on her pen before rubbing baby oil on her gloved hands. "It's still so cute how despite being 22, Lola's little friend here isn't as big as my pinky." She swirled her pinky around Lola's no-no spot before lightly pinching it with her thumb and index finger and moving her hand up and down. Lola's hands clutched her shirt tightly while happily panting the pleasurable sensation. "Now, let's give little Lola something better," Kelly said while using her free hand to slide between Lola's legs and poke at her butthole. Lola squealed happily as Kelly's oiled-up middle finger slid in easily before going all the way in. "Aw, even sissys like it when something long is put in there," Kelly commented as Max just watched the whole ordeal. He reached up to his pacifier and turned a little nob on the front. Lola began to pant even harder and harder until she let out a loud moan while her body twitched and white stuff spewed out of her no-no spot. "There we go," Kelly says as she pulls her finger out of Lola's butt and grabs a few wipes to clean up the little mess. "Such a good girl Lola." Kelly then taped the new diaper on before clicking the pen once more. "Ok, max, would you like to try it?" Kelly asked with a giant smile on her face, but Max shook his head no. "oh, dont worry, sweety, I can't take off your cage, but I can still make you feel just as good as Lola. watch." Max was getting a bit worried as he backed away while Kelly stepped forward to pull Max over to the changing table. But before Kelly could grab Max, the bell to the front door went off and signaled that someone had opened the front door. Kelly got back into business mode and walked out of the changing room with Lola and Max following. Lola now has a relaxed smile on her face after feeling good. "Oh, miss Janet. Nice to see you again. But I thought you said you would be busy for a few hours? It's only been 1." Kelly says as she greets Janet. Max immediately runs over hugs his mommy. "Awe, I missed you too, sweety. And yes, I thought I would be busy too, but one of my meetings got canceled, and the other was finished much faster than I thought." Janet tells Kelly with a bright smile. "How was my little darling." "She was perfect," Kelly tells her with a bright smile. "Such a good girl," Janet said as she hugged Max before kissing his cheek. Janet signed and paid for the service before taking Max to the minivan and opening the back seat. Their sat the Large car seat Max had to get into. Once Janet was in the car, the two of them pulled out of the daycare parking lot while giving a small smile and waving to Kelly in the window. As soon as they were out of view, Janet's smile quickly disappeared as she let out a huge sigh. "God dame, I hate having to do this!" Janet yelled. Why couldn't they have put someone else in this stupid dress to play mommy!?" "Hey, orders are orders." came a voice behind Max as a Guy sat up from the back. "Now stop complaining.?" Max spit out the pacifier before handing the stuffed animal to the guy. The shy personality was whipped away from his face. "Hey, i would take that dress over being forced to ware a diaper anyday.," Max tells her while turning his head twords the back. "Oh and garage, you oh me $50." "No way you did all of that without speaking!" Garage shouted as he took the bear and opened the back of the head to see a camera hidden inside. "Check the tape." "So who was it? Kelly or Megan?" Janet asked as she lit a cigerit. "Magan is clean. She has a great record and still follows all the rules. Including when it came to spanking. Just enough to send a message, but not hard enough to leave marks." Max told them. "So it was Kelly?" "Yep. Kelly most likely records it with the pen on her chest," Max tells them. "Fucking sick bitch. Sexual acts with sissiys are disgusting. Let alone filming it and selling it online for a qwick buck." Garage sais while downloading the evidence to his computer. The police learned about the illegal filming a few weeks ago and could pinpoint roughly where it was coming from but could not tell who was doing it. That is why they had to send in their top-secret weapon. The undercover sissy. Max was unlike all Sissys. He was a Beta. They are physically just like every other sissy except for mentality. Beta's have normal brains. However, Betas are extremely rare and tend to not be taken seriously by everyone. But that's what makes them perfect for going undercover to help protect abused and exploited Sissys. "So, what is next?" Max asked as he was handed his next undercover assignment and smiled.

I confessed to her I was a crossdresser, so I had to show her by dressing up. Doing so, I reviled my stash of lingerie. I had to strip in front of her, so I turned away as I started with putting on white nylons and a pink garter belt. You turn around and face me she ordered. In doing so revealed my erection. She said... you really like dressing don't you Baby! I continued to put on my pink panties with lacy trim and matching bra. Short black lacy skimpy skirt which revealed the bottom of my panties on down. A billowy white blouse and 3-inch white heals finished the outfit. She enjoyed seeing me in it so much she made me wear it the next few weeks. This progressed to being dressed any time I was home. More as a slut a sissy slut with no dress or blowse. When I started to complain I was cock locked. After some time when I complained about being in chastity on and off, I was also plugged in what she called my pussy. I actually cried the first few times with the plug being inserted. I was diapered now and no more sissy slut. Now I am sissy baby. I nurse on her when feeding time comes. I am also stimulated by her anally which makes my now clit leak. I am her sissy baby, and she keeps me dressed as such. When her Mother had to stay with us, I was totally outed to her. What humiliation I thought I would die of a heart attack. learned to be a good sissy baby girl by Mother, she always spanked my bare behind if I was naughty baby. I was still plugged, however my chastity was off more frequently than on. I was allowed to make cum and freeze it, then once frozen given to suck on as I was put to bed to go night-night. During the day I sometimes nurse on my girlfriend and once in a while on Mother when she wants me sucking her nipples. The whole time she is having me nurse she is telling me how I'm nothing but a sissy girl. A baby girl never any kind of a male at all. I suck harder and I think she orgasms.

Hello reader, It has been a long time since I have written a story like this. I really enjoyed my first work, Flooded, but had not had the inspiration (i.e. a Mommy making me wear a plug until I finished my next chapter) in quite some time. So you will have to pardon my rust. This story was not driven but such persuasive influences but rather by a fantasy I had once that got stuck in my head and after several years I finally felt the need to put it down on paper. The following story is set in the Diaper dimension. For those of you not familiar with this setting you might want to read some of the other works out there by various authors to help you better understand the world. Special thanks to WBDaddy who’s story “Little Legal issues” helped inspire this story. I have always been a fan of the Diaper Dimension as it can take mundane things like holding down a job, or going out to eat, or any other aspect of life that might seem commonplace and allow a world of Amazons, Littles and unlimited technology to twist them into an adventure. So that being said, I give you: Divorce Proceedings Chapter 1: Opening Arguments Nicholas sat on the couch waiting. He could have turned on the TV, or surfed the internet, or done anything else to pass the time. But he didn't. He just sat there and waited, stewing in his own anger. He muttered quietly to himself. Going over exactly what he would say. Playing out the conversation in his head over and over and it just made him madder and madder. And then he finally heard what he'd been waiting for. The car pulled up into the driveway and he listened as his wife Angela exited the vehicle and made her way to the front door. This was it Nick thought to himself. He took a deep breath and waited for the door to open. "How was your day honey?" he managed to speak the words in a civil almost sincere tone. "Did you have fun shopping at the mall?" he asked almost unable to contain his delighted smile. "Oh it was terrible sugar," she responded. "I found this super cute dress and shoes but when I went to pay for them the card was declined. We tried calling the bank but they said I'd need to talk to you so I need you to call the bank and get this all cleared up." "Oh there's no need to call the bank," Nick replied his grin now uncontainable. "You see the card was declined because I canceled your credit card." Nick’s wife wheeled around to face him. "You did WHAT?" she demanded her face flush with anger. "I canceled your credit card." Nick said as calmly as he could muster, "oh and I changed the registration on the bank account too." Angela looked shocked, "But why sugar? Why would you do such a thing” she pleaded. "Because that is what you do when you find out your wife has been cheating on you!" Nick roared as he stood up and threw the garments that had been sitting beside him to the floor in front of her. Angela's face went pale as she instantly realized what they were. They were a pair of her panties and a pair of men's boxer shorts. She might have tried to suggest that those belonged to her husband, but in this case the offending underwear clearly belonged to a Betweener and would be much too large for Nick's Little frame. They both stood there in silence. Nick waiting for Angela to come up with some kind of explanation. Some kind of excuse. But the evidence was damning. He had found the boxers under the bed the previous day and after a moment of denial and anger he finally decided that he needed to protect what was his before he confronted his wife. "Is it Scott?" Nick demanded already knowing the answer. Scott was one of only a handful of Betweeners that lived on the small island nation of Freewind. As one of the few places in the world where the Littles got to govern themselves free of Amazon influence it was considered a paradise to Little’s across the globe. Here everyone was treated equally under the law. There were a few Betweener families that dotted about from place to place but an Amazon had not set foot on the island in over 50 years. Nick and Scott had always been close friends. Growing up together, Scott had been Nick's protector. Nothing like having a Tweener in your corner backing you up to get you out of a jam. Scott had been the best man at his and Angela's wedding. The betrayal burned him to his core. Nick would eventually confront him, but right now there were more immediate issues to deal with. Angela looked at Nick with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry honey," she pleaded. "You have to forgive me!" "Angela, I know our marriage has not been perfect, but I've been willing to work with you on it," Nick said his anger subsiding. "But this? THIS? How am I supposed to get past this?" The anger gone the hurt could now be felt in his words. “I'm sorry Angela, but this is just something I can't forgive. I mean it's Scott! How could you?" "But sweetie, you just have to understand, he's just so.... so..." and with that her demeanor shifted " SO much BIGGER than you." Angela now stood proud and confident while Nick was taken aback by her statement. Angela could see her opening and pounced on the open wound. "And I don’t mean taller Nick. I’m talking about his cock. His big fat manly glorious cock. Sure he's a Tweener, but sweetie, did you really think that you were satisfying me with your little thing?" she continued "because even for a Little honey, you are LITTLE. And his cock, oh it just feels so good. And stamina! He doesn't pop his load off in 30 seconds and then roll off to sleep. I mean even when it's bad with him it is still better than anything I've ever felt with you." Nick tried to hold his ground but the words crushed him. He knew he wasn’t the greatest lover and had always been embarrassed by his hair trigger. Her words were intended to hurt and they did. Deep down he had still hoped that this was just a one time thing, just a slip and that she really still loved him. But now it became clear that was never the case. The fight had left Nick. "Just go. Take the car and go." he said in a small voice. "What about the credit card and the bank account? Half of everything that's yours is mine." she said proud to once again have the upper hand in the conversation. Nick managed a little smile. "No Ang. See, I’ve hired a lawyer and he says my case against you is very strong and that the court system of Freewind does not take kindly to cheating spouses. Especially when that cheating involves a Betweener. You’ll be lucky if they let you keep the car.” A fire reformed in Nicks eyes. "So this is my house and my investments and my money. Your days of spending MY money are over! Done. Finished" Angela stood there a look of realization coming across her face. "Well... we’ll just see what my lawyer has to say." she spat back. "You do that Ang" Nick retorted confident that she did not have a leg to stand on. "Now just go." Angela grabbed her purse and turned to leave in a huff. Opening the door she turned back to face him "Oh and honey, Everyone in the neighborhood has known about Scott and I and that teeny weeny hair trigger of yours for years. They all know what a weak little cuckold you are. So don't think this is over. Not by a long shot." And with that she left. Nick stood frozen still in his spot. He was so angry and hurt and humiliated. He listened as Angela got in the car and pulled out of the driveway. Only then could he relax. In one short day his life had been completely turned upside down. He had lost his wife, his best friend and what looked to be his reputation. How many people already knew he thought. He started replaying scenes in his mind. Did they know? Were they just stifling a giggle, or sharing a knowing glance between themselves when he wasn't looking. How could he look these people in the eyes again? He'd have to move. Where to was another story. Freewind was just not that big a place. It seemed like everyone knew everyone else. He certainly wasn't going to move to the mainland. The last thing he needed was the stress of having to live among Amazons. The house was eerily quiet. Nick tried to have dinner but he wasn't really hungry. He turned to the TV, but there was nothing on the few “safe for littles” channels he got that could hold his attention. Eventually he decided to go to bed. As he drew up the covers he thought about the day to come. There would be lawyers and paperwork. But the thing that really worried him was talking to Scott. I mean he had to do it, but he was not looking forward to the confrontation. Still it was something he had to do if he was to have any amount of self respect left. Nick had always been challenged with insomnia and as he tossed and turned he knew that he would not find sleep anytime soon. Reaching over to the bedside table he took one of his sleeping pills. The swirling thoughts about what tomorrow would bring slowly began to sink into the back of his mind as he feel into a deep sleep blissfully unaware of the sound of the lock to the front door clicking open. Chapter 2: Motion to Dismiss Darkness. "Aren't you done with him yet?" a male voice said as if from far away. "Almost, Keep your pants on." a female responded. "I want this to be perfect." there was a light touch on his cheek. "It don't need to be perfect." the male answered. "They’re going to love him." "They are going to love him because he's going to be perfect." the female spat back. Only this time, the voice seemed familiar. Nick stirred gently. A heavy fog covered his mind. He could hear the voices. Feel hands touching him, manipulating him. He struggled to open his eyes but they were just not ready to obey his orders just yet. "Crap I think he's waking up." the male voice stated. But, Nick knew this voice now too. "OK, just give me a few more seconds and then we can unhook the bag." the familiar female voice said. Nick liked that voice. He had heard it so many times before. As his muddled mind tried to focus a feeling of relief came over him. He knew that voice. It was his wife he thought with a smile. Half a moment later the relief was replaced with panic. His Wife! He stirred again trying desperately to break through the fog. "I still say we should have used a wrangler." the male voice said, sounding even more familiar. "And create a paper trail? I don't think so." Angela responded, "Besides how do we know the wrangler wouldn't try to take me as well. They can't be trusted." "Aw doll you are adorable but I would never let anyone take you.” the male responded only to be followed by a prolonged silence that could have only been there to contain the gaze of death that Angela had to have been giving her companion. Nick knew that gaze well. “Yeah, you're right." said the man. His voice was completely familiar now but what was his name? "And don't you forget it Scott." Angela replied filling in the missing piece. Nick struggled to move but it wasn't just that his limbs were not responding they were also being held. Immobilized. He clenched and unclenched his fists only to find them surrounded by some kind of soft padding that restricted their movement. He moaned a little more loudly and demanded that his eyes open. He was met with a blurry view. It was dim, as tight shafts of bright light shone through small curtain covered windows. A figure hovered before him that was slowly coming into focus. "Well good morning baby," Angela chirped in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Did you have good naps?" "Angela? Was going on?" Nick slurred out. He attempted to move forward only to be pushed back into his seat. "Well, Nicky, after our little talk on Friday, Scott and I had a discussion about our little problem. See, I really want to be with Scott and Scott really wants to be with me, But you see on the other hand we both really want to be with your money too." Nick got a sinking feeling in his stomach. He started to take in his surroundings. First were his hands. They were indeed bound into some kind of padded satin mitten. The pink fabric shimmered a little in the light. He then moved his attention to his legs which were spread far apart on the seat. His attempt to close them met with a thick bulk between his thighs. Nick was fortunate to have never been diapered in his adult life. A fact not many Littles outside of Freewind could claim. But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that his streak was over and he must be in some of the thickest diapers he could even imagine. The feeling in his stomach worsened as he once again unsuccessfully tried to close his legs. "So we decided," Angela continued, "that there had to be some acceptable alternative to a divorce where I'd only get half of everything at best.” She paused for dramatic effect. “And then it came to me.” Another pregnant pause. “Adoption!" she said with a kind of glee he had not heard from her in years. "What?” Nick struggled to understand what she had just said. “ You can't be serious! Adoption isn’t allowed in Freewind!” “And who said we’re still in Freewind? Hmm?” Angela taunted. The feeling in the pit of Nick’s stomach rose again. It was clear now that he was sitting inside an Amazon sized vehicle. But you can’t adopt even if we are on the mainland. You're just a Little too!" Nick fired back. The fog was clearing but as he tried to move forward in his chair he once again felt large strong hands pushing him back into the seat." "Oh we're not adopting you, you little sissy." Scott chimed in happy to offer up a contribution. "but there are plenty of baby crazed Amazons out there just dying to adopt." "And all we need to find one," said Angela moving to the side, "is the perfect bait." Nick now found himself staring at the image of a sweet toddler girl. She wore a baby pink dress that was covered with images of little girl ballerinas. The dress came well short of her knees and was puffed up by a fluffy white petticoat. A large pacifier dangled at the end of a ribbon that clipped to her Peter pan collar. On her other breast there appeared to be some kind of note pinned there with a large safety pin. Nick did not have time to try to read it as he looked over the rest of the figure. Her blonde hair was done up in ringlets that bounced playfully at the sides of her head. Her face had an innocent glow to it from a soft layer of blush that complimented her pink painted lips and large doe eyes. She was sitting in a chair far too big for her and her feet dangled in the air. Her shiny white patent leather Mary Janes caught the occasional stray beam of light. From her left arm there was a tube that led up to a large IV bag of clear liquid that was almost empty. And of course covering her hands a pair of baby pink satin mittens. Nick felt the blood drain from his face as he stared at the image of himself squirming in the chair as he struggled again to break free.. "And what Mommy could resist a sweet little sissy baby like you?" Angela said. She beamed with pride at how perfectly she had transformed her soon to be former husband into a package that would ignite the maternal instincts in almost any Amazon woman. "Or Daddy!" she said with glee. "Would you like that Baby Nicky? To be adopted by some big strong Amazon daddy?" her mocking continued. Nick felt his strength returning. He thrashed about in the seat but Scott's heavy hands held him fast. He looked around for a weapon or something he could use to his advantage. But he could not find anything inside what he assumed to be an Amazon sized conversion van.. Behind the enormous chair he was seated in Scott maintained a firm gasp on Nicks shoulders. Scott was certainly not an Amazon but his Betweener frame was more than enough to control the Little before him. He chuckled as he watched Nick kick at at nothing with his feet sending his dress and petticoats fluttering in the air about him. Nicks left arm got caught up in the IV tubing ripping the needle form his arm. Scott pushed Nick down again with renewed urgency and squeezed Nick a little harder which brought at least a temporary end to Nicks struggles. "Sweetie there is no point. You're only going to hurt yourself." Angela calmly stated as she moved to place a small band aid on the fresh puncture. "And what chance does little sissy wimp like you have against a real man like Scott?" Scott lowered his head so they could share a brief, but still far to lengthy kiss. Satisfied with her work she walked to the large van door and pressed the button to release it. With a soft whine the door slowly opened and Nick stared out in the bright sunlight. Nick shivered as a cool breeze blew up the bottom of his dress and he felt very exposed as the air chilled the tops of his legs just below his bulging diaper. "Come along now baby. It's time for you to go find your new Mommy." "Or Daddy" Scott mocked. "A little sissy and her Daddy. Could there be anything more precious?" Scott lifted Nick to his feet and began maneuvering him toward the open door. The thick diaper around Nick's waist severely reduced his leg movements and the hard soles of his shoes found no purchase on the floor as he desperately tried to halt his movement forward. Nick realized the peril of his situation. "Angela! Please!" Nick begged, "Don't do this." His feet found the edge of the door and dangled in the air. He reached out to grab the door frame but his slippery mittens lost their grip as Scott lifted him out of the Amazon vehicle. "But Nicky." Angela said. "It's already done." With a smooth movement Scott spun Nick around and then pushed him knocking him squarely down onto his padded bottom. Angela tossed a large white stuffed rabbit at where Nick was sitting on the ground. "Now you take good care of Flopsy bunny for me OK?" Nick tried to scramble to his feet but between the thick diaper and the smooth soles of his shoes it was slow going. Scott had already made his way back into the van and hit the start button. The engine softly purred to life. Scott may barely be able see above the huge steering wheel, but his feet still reached the pedals enough for him to drive. Angela pressed the button and the van door began to close. Nick regaining his balance started to run toward the door but almost fell over again as he slipped on the cobblestone path. He reached he van just in time to feel the door latch shut. He banged on the door with his padded fists as Angela smiled at him through the window. "You can't do this!" he shouted as Scott slipped the van into gear. Nick took a step back as the van lurched awkwardly and began to pull away. He toddled after the van calling out "Angela!!! Please!!! Don't Leave Me!!!" End Chapter2 I've got more parts written but they need some more editing. I'll try to get a new part out every week or so. Thanks for reading.

Hi all, I was wondering if anyone remembers the first panties they bought? Not wore (like trying on a relatives or significant others) but actually went to a store or online and purchased. Id love to hear the details about the panties and the experience. I've been wearing panties daily for almost a decade and I love it. Here's the story of my first pair. It was my senior year of high school and had a part time job finally making my own money. I had wanted to wear panties since elementary school but was too scared to ask for them. I finally worked up the courage to buy my own. My parents were out of town so I knew I could sneak them into the house without issue. I went to the Ross up the road from my house and began checking the women's lingerie/pajama section. I didn't see anything I liked (everything looked to "mature" and boring) with boring neutral colors or basic polka dot patterns. So I went to the Girl's section and was almost overwhelmed my choices. They had plenty to pick from. I didn't know what size or style I wanted. I didn't know the difference between a bikini or hipster. I finally found one pair in the clearance pile that I immediately fell in love with. It was light blue with little smiling snowmen and snowflakes on it. And they were only 50 cents. They were a girl's size 10 and I was fairly skinny so I thought I could make it work. I went to the register and the guy behind the counter said "uhh dude I don't think these are your size haha" (it was in jest and light hearted) I panicked and said "ummm they're for school... we're doing and experiment in my psychology class... we're supposed to buy items we wouldn't normally buy. I have a friend who's buying tampons and another buying make-up...and we're journaling the data for our class" He laughed and said "alright well cool..I haven't ever been a part of a study...hope it goes well" I turned bright red as he handed me my receipt and ran out of the store. I got home and immediately ran to the bathroom. I tried squeezing into the panties. They were so tight I could barely move. I felt so embarrassed and stupid for not knowing what size I needed and wasting money on something I didn't "need". I modeled them for a few minutes in the mirror and then I heard our front door unlock. It was my grandma dropping off some magazines for my mom. I pulled my basketball shorts on and greeted her. So nervous about the tight panties around my waist. She left and I was so anxious I ripped the panties off trying to get out of them. I threw them in a dumpster down the street and wanted to cry because I felt so dumb. Fortunately, once I got to college and got another job and my own place I got more comfortable with my sissy side. My ex even help me pick out some pairs when we'd shop together. And I've never had another awkward experience with a cashier either. I try to go to female cashiers of possible and most don't say anything. Or if they do its just the standard "have a nice day" I even had one cashier at Justice say "those are super cute! I might have to get them too!!" So that's the story of my first pair I bought with my own money. Thanks for reading. Id love to hear your stories too (any memorable pair or persons you've come in contact with while shopping)

Max was on a train heading to live with an older woman. Max was 17, black haired, small in size and frame, feminine looking much to the young man's disappointment and ridicule of his peers. He wore a black leather jacket that was a bit to big on him, a white T-shirt and blue jeans. Max despite being young and small had already had a laundry list of crimes, he got into illegal drag races, robbery, destruction of property, breaking and entering, theft and fighting. To be fair to Max he was always ways trying to please his dumbass greaser friends and show them that he was just as manly and as tough as them. He had always followed them, for one reason or another one to not get bullied, two looking popular and tough being with them. And three he always thought they were the epitome of Manliness and desperately wanted to be like them. He had always done what they asked him to whether it was stealing beer or helping them commit various crimes, I guess that's how he ended up on this bus leaving everything behind. It all started when his friends we're going to rough up some other gang who were moving in on their turf, it was just supposed to be simple thing just scary the shit out of them, rough them up a bit and tell them to watch their step, but everything just went out of control and turned into a full-out gang war, when it ended a lot of stuff was destroyed and people dead, some of them gang members at least four were innocent bystanders. When things got out of control Max hid in a bathroom of a soda shop, which was ironic had Max not have pissed himself when Skeeter got his brains blown out, he would have used it. When the fight was over, people were either taken to jail, taken to the hospital or to the morgue. Max was one of the lucky ones to just go to jail, he was still in deep trouble even though he said that he didn't do anything and that he hid the moment shit hit the fan, but he was still there and was going to be charged and punished like everyone else. By all accounts he should have been put in jail with the others but due to his young age, his looks, his size and the fact that he made a deal with the police the judge took pity on him and basically sent him to live with someone in some Podunk town he never heard of far away, to stay with some family friend of the judge till Max had not just graduated from school, but until he could be trusted to not cause trouble. It took him five days on the train to get to an old looking train station, Max did think about just running to another state, but the judge told him if he didn't show up at a Miss Scarlet’s house, the police would hunt him down and throw him in jail with all his old gang members he testified against. When he got off the train he looked around, the station was old it had to be something from the 1800 plus it was surrounded by a Forest. When Max saw that no one was here for him he sat on an old bench and waited to be picked up, he took out his straight razor comb and ran it through his hair wondering if such a little speck in the world even had a drugstore where he could pick up some hair dye, Max didn't want his black hair to fade back to its natural bright blond color.

It's always fun when this time of year rolls around, and holiday themed stories make their appearance. The same can be said about Halloween. I had hoped to write one of my own for Halloween, but that didn't happen. This idea popped in my head last week. I'm hoping I'll be able to finish it by the end of the month, but I don't want to make promises that I can't keep, and I don't want to rush a story and get stressed out. It takes place in the Diaper Dimension. If you're unfamiliar with that content, there are a ton of amazing stories on this site that can bring you up to speed. I didn't create any of the setting, just borrowed ideas along the way, and its impossible to give full credit where credit is due. This is not a smutty story. More of a PG-13 kind of thing. I don't plan on using any bad or unsavory language, and there's no scenes where you need to cover your eyes. Also, no Littles were harmed in the production of this story. Well, at least not in chapter one. Thanks for reading. ..... The Present(s) - 1 Arrival, 2 Anticipation, 3 Agreements, 4 Antechamber, 5 Actualization pt 1, 6 Actualization pt 2, 7 Acceptance, 8 Awareness, 9 Ambush, 10 Almost midnight, 11 At Midnight, 12 After Midnight 1 Arrival The present. The ‘here and now’. The ‘what’s happening’. The ‘very second’. That’s where James Park tried to keep his head. To keep his focus on what he was doing, not thinking about the past or future, only trying to move from one moment to the next. He had to maintain that mindset, because life was rough for a Little in a Big world. For James there was only the next job, and the next job would be his last. A comforting thought, but that was also thinking into the future. A Little ‘no, no’. There were pitfalls in his line of work, nothing could be taken for granted, and losing focus was dangerous. While on this side of town, every thought counted, every action was under scrutiny, and every word could be used against him. He had to set his mind right if he planned on avoiding what happens to Littles who make mistakes. In the present, he stood shivering on a sidewalk opposite from an impressive skyscraper, scrying the busy intersection for a spot to make it across the street. A picturesque snowfall hushed the loud city street around him. It possibly could have been comforting, if James wasn’t so concerned about being late. He tightened his navy overcoat across his chest, his chin length dirty blonde hair had collected white flakes at the tips. It wasn’t a bitter cold. It was crisp, precise, on point with the season. However, it was a different story when the wind would kick up. A quick gust almost pulled the tiny scrap of paper from his hands. A paper with a place, a time, and a promised payout. An Amazon couple slowly strolled his way from further than the sidewalk. Their loving arms entwined and wandering eyes on the hanging wreaths and colored lights. They carried on in empty conversation and laughter. James turned away to pretend he wasn’t there, but he felt their eyes linger as they passed. He was used to the looks, but he wasn’t used to being late, or being called up at the last minute. It raised his hackles. The present. He needed to get across the street. Contracts were quite specific on arriving on time. Unfortunately, there was no stop to these cars. He again jumped to press the button to trigger the crosswalk, then jumped a third and fourth time, but he doubted he had the force necessary to change the light. This side of town wasn’t built with him in mind. His flailing about caught the watchful eyes of a Big doorman from the tower on the other side of the street. The man was tall and dressed in a red uniform, standing guard in front of a wide array of gold trimmed glass doors. James knew he had the man’s attention, this guy was a helper of sorts, and he’d help him get past this traffic. The two made eye contact, exchanged a pair of nods, and the doorman pulled a shiny brass whistle to his lips as he walked into the road, raising a hand to part the cars. Deep down, he hated the favor. Or that he needed the favor. He also hated the man’s condescending smile. Even if James tried to return a polite one. But what he hated most was the way he called him ‘Little guy’. “Hey Little guy,” the doorman said as he pressed a white glove against his back, hurrying James across the street. “I assume that you’re here for the party?” There was something about that smile that wasn’t right. As sinister as it was genuine. James answered, “Um. That’s right.” The Little struggled to keep pace with the Giant’s larger strides while cowering from blinding headlights. What was at the waist of a Big was eye level for a Little, and the high beams burned from both sides. When they got to the curb, the doorman gave a final tug to the back of his jacket, sending James stumbling over the sidewalk almost into the glass doors. The doorman spoke. “Now what do you say, kid?” James wasn’t a kid, but it wasn’t worth the argument. Not on this side of town, not against this man. It was all a job, all a performance. That’s how he learned to swallow that pride like poison and keep his mind on the present. He gave a slight bow. “Thank you, sir.” The taller man ruffled his hair with a gloved hand before opening the door for him. Then all at once he was inside. Away from the cold wind, snide doorman, and into a busy lobby. The Giant room was tall and wide, an open space like a concert hall, with the acoustics to match. It would probably echo had it been empty, but it was full of life. Lively ropes of garland hung from the walls, spiraling trees filled with ornaments in every possible corner, and there was even a robotic oversized Santa mechanically waving at passersby. James could hear its jolly laughter over the brassy holiday music that filled the air over the throng of people seemingly everywhere. All three types were present in the lobby, highlighting the caste system based on size. The tall Amazons moved about with confident authority, manning stations and desks, or other ones seated on plush chairs and sofas, sharply dressed presumably for their holiday party. Betweeners hustled about fulfilling the Big’s wishes to prove that they were worthy of being above Littles, or at least they hoped. Then there were the others, the Littles, the ones so very out of place. Against a wall stood a long line of about twenty or thirty in a row, like a band of preschoolers on a field trip, anxiously awaiting — they couldn’t possibly all be there for the party, could they? James didn’t know that there would be others like him, or he wouldn’t have taken the job. Suddenly, things didn’t feel right, and he was about to turn around when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was warm and feminine, but also firm and binding, like his contract. So there was no getting out of this. She chirped, “What’s your name, Little guy?” There it was again. James spun around wielding a fake happy face. He followed the hand on his shoulder to a perky Tweener with wide open eyes, like she was excited to see everything. She wore business casual, lots of makeup and a lopsided Santa hat. There was a tablet in her hands and a walkie clipped to her belt. Party coordinator, Little wrangler, or for this job, possibly his boss. “I’m James Park, and I’m here for the party.” “Oh, you look so excited! Let me check if you’re in the right place.” She tapped a pen along the edge of the computer screen until she found his name. Unfortunately, he was in the right place. “It looks like you’re partners with Kinsey tonight,” she said as she pointed to a Little girl moping against the wall like the rest. “I’m Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny. Or Miss Jenny. Whatever is easiest to say.” James hesitated. “Jenny, I didn’t know there were others. I mean, I normally work alone, and I— “ “You’re nervous, I can tell.” Jenny reached around and rubbed his back, then he felt the slight push towards Kinsey and the other Littles lined against the wall. “I bet you’ll feel better about things after making new friends. Kinsey is super nice, maybe she’s single and ready to mingle.” The present. He was just another Little in a long line. Jenny lied. Kinsey didn’t seem nice, just pretentious and bored, and anything but kind. Though she looked pretty in that fashion conscious black dress, so that was something. They exchanged polite greetings before spending the next few minutes in silence. He kept glancing her way, expecting her to say something, anything. He looked around at the other Littles of all kinds, like someone pressed a randomizer button, and the Littles of every flavor popped out of a machine. Dark hair, Light hair, short hair, long hair, tomboys and girly boys, every color of a Little rainbow, and every single one dressed in their best to impress. However, he and Kinsey practically looked the same. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, down to their button noses. Most of the other partners were talking with one another, James thought it was proper to at least attempt the same. “So Kinsey, what brings you here?” He grimaced. It came out awkward despite all of the courage he spent to break the ice. Kinsey recrossed her arms and slid further down the wall before loudly sighing. “I was told they only invited professionals, and now I’m stuck with a newbie.” A newbie? She might as well have called him a baby. A pretty strong insult coming from the mouth of a fellow Little. James leaned into her personal space. He took crap from Bigs and Tweeners, but when it came to his own size, nope. “I’m not a newbie, I’ve been around, this isn’t my first time with Amazons. I’ve probably been working longer than you.” “Oh, yeah.” Kinsey side-eyed him for a hundredth time. “What exactly do you do, James?” It wasn’t really a secret, but he didn’t exactly want to admit to his line of work. He shook his head. “Nah, you first.” Kinsey delicately placed both palms on her chest. “Easy. I’m a model. You may have seen some of my work, but judging by the fact that you’re wearing last year when it’s almost next year — you haven’t.” James felt that burn. On the inside. She asked, “What about you, Little guy?” Oh, man. He felt the heat rise, like a soft blush from spiked eggnog, it settled into his cheeks. James cleared his throat, there was no way the truth would put a stop to this ridicule. Neither would a lie. “I’m a singer,” James answered. “What kind of singer?” Kinsey turned her head as if she knew she was prying him apart. Alright, time to get honest. James worked as a singing telegram. He sang Little ditties in babyish costumes for tips, traveling around to different offices and events — basically embarrassing himself in front of Amazons for hard cash. He would like to think it was worth it, but even at his last gig, he still wasn’t sure. Simply put, it paid the bills and zero chance for social promotion. Even by a Little’s standards. The job also didn’t have the best of reputations. Mostly by a Little’s standards. There was something about giving the Amazons what they expected of Littles that aggravated everyone else his size. There was a usual song and dance to his — his song and dance. A routine of sorts. Show up wearing their silly costume, sing your little song, and collect your little paycheck. It was all demeaning, of course. The songs were standard Little music: ‘I’m a Little Teapot’, ‘Ba-Ba Black Sheep’, or whatever preschool jam was popular or relevant for the affair. Also, it was important to be cute, but not too cute, just the right amount of cute. That’s what the costumes were all about. The pre-made costumes were a tad bit infantilizing, always short shorts, sometimes coveralls, or worse, with snappies between the legs and zippers that ran down the back. But he set his limits: no dresses and no diapers. It had to be said. There were others he worked with that didn’t set those limits, those that didn’t mind showing up for a show thickly padded, which James thought was an invitation to disaster. However, he couldn’t blame them. They were in the business of getting tips, it was part of the territory. Push the envelope, reap the rewards. He had done the same himself, his longer hair was a part of that game. James had more than once been a target of suggestions for barrettes or pigtails. Kinsey prodded again. “What kind of singer, James?” They had a name for singing telegrams, more embarrassing than the job itself. He couldn’t bear telling her. She stopped, then grinned. “Don’t tell me that you’re a Gramcracker.” “Fine, I won’t tell you that,” James snapped back. It took a moment for her to believe him, like he fabricated his lifestyle just for this little talk; but when she figured it out, her whole demeanor changed. From apathetic to downright angry, and in rapid time. “You’ve got to be kidding me, diaper-bait.” She pressed a finger into his chest. “You mess this up for me, I swear-” Miss Jenny hustled by with her tablet, and Kinsey halted her brow beating until the Tweener passed. “I can’t believe I’m partners with a stupid Little like you,” Kinsey whispered. “You’re one to be talking,” James defended himself. “What’s so bad about what I do for money, huh?” “I shouldn’t have to explain it to you, I just can’t wait to hear your cute Little singing voice. Just try not to pee your pants and get us both put in diapers.” “Like you’ve never worn a diaper before,” James scoffed. Kinsey became suddenly alert, he definitely struck a nerve with his comment on diapers. “What are you suggesting, Gramcracker?” He knew he shouldn’t push her buttons, but the way she called him Gramcracker gave him no choice. “What kind of fashion magazines are you in? Little fashion, or ‘Little’ fashion? Emphasis on the Little part, I bet you’ve been padded more than your fair share.” James barely had a chance to smirk before Kinsey wheeled him against the wall. Her index finger was under his chin like a knife. “What I’ve had to wear because of stupid Littles like you is none of your business. If I wore a diaper, it meant I could be trusted in one without using it. Now, it'd be best for you to shut your mouth until it’s time for your little jingle.” She added, “You got that, Gram-gram?” He gulped. Just then, Miss Jenny made another round with her walkie wildly squawking. Kinsey pretended her threatening finger to his throat was nothing more than a friendly embrace. “I’m so glad to see you two are getting along,” Jennifer gushed. “When the bells chime it’ll be time to head to the elevators so you guys can get properly dressed.” The pair of Littles just smiled back, angry claws still digging into one another. This was going to be a long night, James thought to himself. Kinsey probably thought the same. Who knew what partners meant, and James struggled on keeping this whole thing professional. Kinsey released him as soon as Jenny looked the other way. After that, James kept his mouth shut as things fell into motion. They were organized into couples of boys and girls, some girls and girls, some boys with boys. And they were forced to hold hands. They were hors d'oeuvres for the devilish tastes of the Amazons, made to order, and ordered to please. A chorus of bells sang out from everywhere, tinny small ones, toneful medium ones, and heavy bells that shook the bones. All at once the chaotic atmosphere changed into programming. The chaos became order, the music stopped, and the uneasy quiet of hushed voices and shuffling feet took over. The well-to-do Amazons were the first on the elevators, heading to the top floor to the party. The Tweeners made sure to write their drink orders and remind them of seating arrangements. Older Amazons in ball gowns and fancy headdresses gave the long line of Littles one last look before heading up and taking their creepy leering faces with them. One last job. Then no more. Last but not least, it came time for the Littles. A small group of Betweeners herded them through the lobby and cattled them together onto an elevator. A Big elevator could fit a lot of Littles, and all of them hopped aboard. Jennifer stood with her kind in the middle of the mass checking over details with another Betweener that had a walkie and tablet in tow. The elevator had a mirror for a ceiling, an overhead reflection that the Littles didn’t need. They all stared at their reflection as they looked up into one another, holding hands awaiting what awaited them. That's the issue with the future. The future is captivating. It tugs and pulls at the present until the mind isn't on what's currently happening, the mind is elsewhere in a nameless space, sharing dreams and nightmares of what’s yet to come. James could take a guess on where their minds were at this moment. Probably already on floor 100. Later that night, in the future when this present was past, James would reflect on this moment just like that overhead mirror. The bright eyes looking up to something they couldn't quite see, soaked in a frightful quiet because there were no words for this ‘feeling’. A feeling that couldn’t be described as terror, more like an anticipation for malice. The bad was coming, but they could hope that it wouldn’t be all bad. Or too bad. But if it got too bad it would eventually be over. That’s the way it was with Amazons. Everyone hoped it would be worth it, that metaphorical pot of gold on the otherside of this rainbow. The fame, fortune, or some other prize that brought them to this moment didn't matter anymore. They were there. James had to assume that they were mostly like him, or Kinsey. In show business or hospitality for the Bigs. Which meant contracts, and unions, or guilds, or whatever. Signed contracts were a two way street, what kept him in line also kept him in clean underwear. Life wasn’t easy being a Gramcracker in a shark tank, but there were legal protections in their union contracts. If they performed to specifications, they were untouchable. Unfortunately, paper could only do so much. Binding agreements didn’t stop the pinches to both sets of cheeks, top and bottom, but it kept the kidnappings at bay. The oddities of this assignment plagued him for some reason, so were his reasons for taking the path that led to this moment. This job was different, last minute, high paying. No pre-made costume, no set list. Only an address and a time to arrive. Kinda suspicious for a final show, but James could rationalize it. There was an extra zero on this check that wasn’t on the others. He’d go out with an end of year bonus and never be seen around these parts again. Once again his head was in the future. That future was coming closer by the second, as the elevator slowly climbed to floor 99. Floor 100 was the top of the building where there was a high end club housing this ‘party’, but floor 99 was for Littles and Tweeners, those who made this party a reality. What was reality? The present. Kinsey closed her fist tightly around his hand and gave it a painful squeeze. She whispered right into his ear. “I hate you.” James turned to whisper back. “Good. I hate you, too.” Ah, the present.

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A young woman probably in her early 20, she's a pink bunny with floppy ears. She is sitting in an office chair spinning before she notices the black deer. "o-oh boss, you already have the little ones to sleep?" The young lady has a slight blush on her face. The deer giggles and smiles. "I'm surprised you didn't want to join them? Heh." The bunny girl blushes more and laughs. "Well someone has to watch them right? Kinda part of my job. I know you've been looking for more help so I've been keeping an ear out for you." The deer puts her hands on her knees and smiles at the bunny. "Oh really! That's wonderful Sally. Tell mommy all the information and I'll go find you some new friend~" The bunny girl who looked in her early 20s begins to look smaller. She would blush more playing with her ears. "W-well there are two boys who are very sweet but it turns out they lost their home and are homeless now. It's really sad but I'm sure mommy can help them! Then they can work wif us!" The bunny girl gets younger and younger till she's about two years old, the deer grabs the bunny girl. "well ok, then mommy will check on these boys. But in the meantime, you need to get some sleep." The deer grabs a pacifier and puts it in her mouth. She rests her head on the deer and the deer pets her. Like magic, the bunny girl begins to fall asleep. She takes her to the nursery laying her in a crib and leaves thinking to herself. "Two young boys who are homeless. That's so sad… but I'm sure I can give these boys a better life, Heh." The deer leaves the nursery looking up at the sign Staries 'little' getaway. Was the name of this apparent nursery. "It's so hard to find help… No one wants to work here, they all want to stay here." She says with a sigh. She heads to a house next door and walks inside. It was a normal-looking home. But it had stuff set up like she had a child or two. But there was no evidence of a husband or even a kid. She heads to her room removing her skirt and brown apron. She gets dressed in some silky pj's and sits on her bed. "You're going to change the world Starie and if not… I'll make them change." She says with a giggle laying down and quickly falling asleep. The next day Starie wakes up stretching. She throws the covers off her and grabs her phone. She had a text from Sally, it was just a random address and some text that said, love you. Starie smiles and texts back. 'love you too baby bun.' She giggles grabs a new apron and skirt with some panties from her dressers and heads to the bathroom. She gets undressed and gets in the shower just relaxing and cleaning up after she gets out, dries off, and gets dressed. She leaves the bathroom and grabs her phone heading to the kitchen. She hums while she makes herself a bowl of cereal. She scrolls through her pictures on her phone and smiles. "Aww, I can't believe it's already been a year." There was a pink bunny that looked like Sally. She was covering her face as she was an adult in nothing but a diaper laying on a changing table. In the next few pictures, she was younger, probably about 16. Again she was in a diaper standing in the grass in a dress. Just looking around confused. More pictures later the pink bunny was a kid. She was crying because she had scraped on her knee a little. The next one though she was about 2 years old. She was sucking on staries boobs, eating while Starie petted her head. "She would kill me if she knew I took all these pictures. She doesn't have a huge debt to pay off. I probably still own her for another 10 years at least. I doubt she would quiet after though." She giggles and finishes her cereal. She finally gets up and heads to her computer and opens a document on her computer. She works for a few hours before printing it off. "That should do. All I have to do is get a few people to sign this." She grabs the 30-page document and puts them in her purse. Throwing it over her shoulder and heads out of her house. "Let's see here." She pulls out her phone and looks at the address again. "307 west peanut Street. Got it~!" She locks her phone and puts it in her purse and heads down the sidewalk. After about a half-hour of walking, she Finally finds peanut Street. She keeps walking and finds a homeless shelter and frowns. "I feel like most of my workers should come from here just to give them a second chance. Poor people. We will see." She says with a sigh she goes to walk up to it and finds an anthro pony orangish yellowish pony. He had a black eye and is handing a small girl a Halloween bucket. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine! Isn't that right Resuku? Me and him couldn't have you without Halloween candy next week now could we?" A skunk with orange on the back of his tail white belly and brown the rest of the way around smiles shyly and nods. "Ya… though brave took quite a beating…" Brave soul covers Resukus mouth. "Shhh! Yap! Just fine, now go have fun." The little girl smiles. "Thank you, mister!" She skips off and Starie smiles. "That was super sweet. How old are you two?" They both look around before looking at each other. brave spoke up first. "Us? Well, we are the same age, 26 ma'am." She giggles and smiles holding her hand out. "Oh, I should introduce myself. I'm Starie! You are brave? And your boyfriend is Resuku." Resuku blushed and brave blushed a bit. They both shook her hand. "He's my friend… we are not uhh together like that. But can we help you?" Brave asked as Starie nodded. "Oh right, well I hear you two don't have a place to call home anymore? Would you like a chance to have a place to live for one year? After that, we will see where it goes." Brave looks suspicious but Resuku looks interested as he speaks up. "Wait… like we pay rent or something? We don't have jobs but we could with a place to stay! Right brave?" He holds up a finger. "Hold on. What's the catch lady?" She frowns. "Aww, already caught on huh?" Brave smirks. "I'm not stupid." Starie pulls out a bunch of documents from earlier from her purse. "All you have to do is fill out this. Sign a few papers and for one year you have a free place to stay. I mean you can buy other stuff to make life more enjoyable but we will give you the basic stuff for free." Brave and resuku look intimidated by this large document. "Holy… crap…" Resuku says. "Oh ya it's quite long. Would you prefer me to come back another day, to get time to read it over?" Starie asks with a smile. "Uhh let's go inside and sit down and look it over I suppose?" Brave says. he's kinda excited. He couldn't believe such an opportunity to get back on his feet was here in front of him. They all head inside and sit around a table in the main area of the homeless shelter. They began reading the first page. It was very simple stuff. The normal for a legal document. Reminded them of kinda like a renters form. "Well… What do you think Resuku? This looks legit?" Brave asks. Resuku nods. "Let's sign it! I'm sick of this place. I'm ready to get back on my own feet and live my own life again!" Brave smiles and laughs and they begin to work on the document signing everything they need to. After what felt like forever of paperwork they hand the stuff to Starie who's texting on her phone. She's texting Sally. All it says is 'bring the van'. Starie looks up with a smile. "Oh all done? Well, congratulations on your new home!" She puts the paperwork away. And brave gets in her face. "S-so umm when can we go to this home…?" Resuku also looks interested but too shy to speak. Starie giggles. "Soon! I got a car coming to pick us up." They wait a good half hour before Sally comes running into the building breathing heavily. "I-im here! Sorry! I was changing-" Starie puts her arms around Sally. "Sally! Say hello to Brave soul and Resuku. You two, this is my worker Sally. She's a bit scatterbrained. But does her best." They all shake hands. They head out to the van and get in. "Smells like baby powder in here." Brave says, Sally blushed and was about to say something. "And? It's a better smell than something rotten wouldn't you say?" Brave shrugs. "Huh… ya I suppose so?" Resuku shrugs and smiles. "I mean...it kinda smells nice." Starie nods. "Yap! Oh while you two sit back there I got one more form for you to fill out. This one doesn't have anything about boring stuff. This is about what you all want. There's stuff that costs money here but don't worry you pay nothing for the full year. Then after you can either pay off your debt or work for me to pay it off. Sally's a previous customer! " Sally blushes more and nods. "Y-ya that's right! I racked up so much debt on day one… I had to stop and go with the free options." They take the paper Starie hands them and looks it over. Do you want an adult bedroom for $5000, a child's for $1000, or a baby's free. (girls bedroom would depend on clothing) Clothing options, adult $2000, child $500, or baby free. (Girls' clothes give you money in the opposite way. Baby $2000, child $500 an adult $200) Underwear? Adult $5000, childish, $2000 pull-ups $500, and diapers free. Food. Every meal adult $1000, baby food $500, breastmilk free. Bedtime, 7 free 10 $1000 no bedtime $3000 Fun items can be anything you want. They both had an incredible blush on their face. Brave speaks up. "You can't be for real? Why is all this baby stuff free? You just can't expect us to pick that?" Sally giggles and Starie smiles, turning to them. "Oh right, I forgot to say. The first 3 days you will be regressed, younger and younger. Till You're both about 2 years old. So the baby's stuff will come in later. Just depends if you want it earlier. It also won't make your debt much higher." They both blush more. "it's not possible to regress someone right…?" Starie reaches behind Sally who's driving and pulls her pants down a bit showing her diaper. Sally blushes like Crazy. "M-mommy!" Both the boys couldn't believe this was an adult in diapers. They both looked at each other as Starie kissed Sally's cheek. "Sorry baby, but mommy had to prove it to them. Now, are you going to select your stuff? Or do I get to?" Both their eyes get big. "W-we will." Resuku says filling out the information on his paper. Brave sighs and does the same as they turn them into Starie. She secretly takes a picture of them and sends them to an unknown number. "... We could just runoff." Brave says. "And risk jail time? The papers you signed give me ownership for one year. Take your choice boys." They sigh. "Guess we are going with you… but I mean what happens if we max out the debt?" Brave asks. Starie giggles. "You work for me for the rest of your life. But don't worry you will get a place to stay and stuff, In the nursery that is. Sally likes it there." Sally whines as they Finally make it to the house. They both blush. "N-nursery? Oh God… let's try not to make this permanent…" Brave says, Resuku nods. "I agree… but this will be so humiliating…" Sally gets out of the van running into the building with Starie’s 'little' getaway written on it. Starie laughs. "She's so shy about her diapers. But a year as a toddler will do that to you." They both shake gulping. She gets out and opens the door for them. "Well come on! Let's head on inside. You were both so excited!" They both take their time getting out of the van and follow Starie up to her house. They all step inside and she shuts the door. "Please take off your shoes." They both do as she says. "So uhh… I mean this place isn't that bad… right Resuku?" Brave asks. Resuku nods shyly. "Y-ya… do we get separate rooms?" Starie frowns. "No, unfortunately not. I only got one spare room. I never expected to take on two at the same time." Brave kinda shrugs. "I don't mind. Could be worse right?" Resuku blushed. "R-right! Like having to wear diapers… or something." Starie giggles. "Oh that will be a given eventually but I'll let you try to keep without them as long as you want. But I won't give anyone false hope. Now let's check out your new room for the day shall we?" They all head to a spare bedroom and open the door heading into their new room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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...

Chapter 1 “Aww look like the little ones lost. Oh well, they can become the next lost ones in my game but now I need a new bunch. These past few haven't been as much fun. They end up giving up too quickly.” The lady gets an idea and snaps her fingers. She then pulls out a laptop laying it on her large table. It has character sheets on it that look in bad shape before they crumble to dust and blow away. She opened up a group chat on her favorite d&d website. There were 4 people chatting back and forth. She smiles as she read them the first one is from someone’s username ‘Beast’ “Hell ya, nat 20 bitch! I want to kill it as cool as possible!” The next person to respond was just called ‘GM’ “Ya ya...how the heck do you get so lucky at all my games…? You just break all my stories.” GM explained how Beast killed the large Minotaur with his large two-handed weapon. “Now Brick, can you roll a d20 for me? You did get knocked out after all.” This ‘Brick’ person rolls a d20 getting a 10 “Come on, my rolls are so bad! I swear this game is rigged!” The last person types just called ‘hunter’ replies to brick “Hehehe seriously? We've been playing these games with the same group for over a year now and you think it's rigged? Come on man take a chill pill.” Brick replies back “Ya ya...whatever.” Gm replies next “Ok brick is going to be out for a few days. You can move on and carry him or stay and rest. But we can do that tomorrow. I need a break. But has it really been a year already? And I still have yet to get to play a single game myself…” Beast replies “Well none of us know how to DM. But fine go to bed, he's probably got a bedtime! Sleep tight lol” Hunter replies “Damn it beast, can you be nice to our DM for once?! I got an idea! DM if you find a new DM we can all play a game how's that sound” Brick replies next “I'm in! That sounds like fun! I bet the DMs even better at this damn game than me anyways.” Beast just sends a rolling eye emoji “Ya sure whatever as long as I get to be the badass two-handed ax welder!” The DM replies “Really?! Deal! I'll look for a new DM tonight and get back to you all. I'll text you all later, bye!” DM has logged out, appears in the chat log. Then Hunter replies. “Heh, he's cute when he's happy. Later beast, later brick see you tomorrow!” Hunter has logged off. Brick replies. “Cute? What was cute about that? never heard him speak like that. Anyways see ya man.” Brick logs off and then so does beast. The lady at the table smirks. “Well, Natalie looks like you just found your next group. Now to figure out who this DM is.” Natalie gets to work looking up everything she can off his account and finds the name Laphin after hacking into his account. “Lapin heh cute name. Hmm, interesting he lives not too far away. What are the odds, guess I rolled a nat 20.” She writes down the address and begins to make an invite to a huge D&D game on her laptop. She quickly finished it and Put lapin's info on it and drove all the way to his place putting it in his mailbox. “Now we just play the waiting game~” Laphin is an 18-year-old boy about 4’5 he was quite short. He is a white tiger with glasses he has taped up. He stands up from his computer desk and sighs. “How am I going to find a DM? I'm so tired of DMing games, I want to play for once. I also don't want to let my friends down. Well, I know hunters, my friend, and maybe brick? I don't think beast likes anyone. I really need to get everyone's IRL name sometime.” He lays back on his bed and yawns and an older white tiger lady walks into his room. She looked like she was straight out of the wild west. She carried a gun on her hip and a cowgirl outfit. “Laphin? You're still awake? Get to bed now. Way past your bedtime!” Laphin takes off his glasses and covers up. “S-sorry mom!” Even though he was 18 his mom still treated him like a child. She leaves and he sighs laying on his side. “I bet no one else has to deal with this…what's worse is I get bullied all the time at school for it too. Glad it's my senior year, I can't wait to graduate.” Laphin drifts off to sleep, he sleeps great before suddenly he's woken up the next day. “Time to wake up, Laphin you got mail!” Lapin's mother throws him a letter and leaves. Laphin groans and rubs his eyes looking at the paper, unable to read it. He grabs his glasses and opens it up. “Why am I getting mail? Maybe I got into that nice school?” He begins to read it. “Are you big on Dungeons and dragons? Do you want to play a game for 100 thousand dollars for each person on your team?! Well, come join my challenge for your chance to win, remember teams must be of 4! Give me a call if interested if you need help paying to get your team together I'll help pay for a trip there and back! So come and join my world of Babulis!” Lapin was blown away. He jumped up on his bed and jumped off his bed making a loud thump as he quickly grabbed his phone. Suddenly his mother screams. “Laphin you better not be breaking anything in there!!” Laphin shiver “S-sorry mom! It was an accident!” He quickly messages his three friends telling them about the letter he got. His first message back was from Hunter. “Holy shit dude! This is awesome but it almost sounds too good to be true? You sure we can't trust this?” Next was brick “LET'S DO IT! I'm needing some money anyway. My rent is getting way too high.” And last was Beast to reply “100k?! Let's do this!! I'll beat this game with my eyes closed!” Laphin sighed, and it seemed only hunter wasn't sure. He messaged him back. “Come on, please don't let me be alone with beast and brick. I feel like we are the only two smart ones. But I'm sure we can win! As for safety, why would they spend so much money to get you here if it's a scam or something?” The wait was killer on Laphin before Hunter finally replied. “Heh, alright I'll come. But only if my trip over and back is paid. So you better get ahold of this person ok? I'm sure beast and brick can't afford a trip out there either. So you think you can handle that responsibility?” Laphin jumped up and down typing back “YES YES! Yay thank you, thank you!!” He messaged both beast and brick that he would make sure they had a way over as soon as he could then began to call the number on the mail he got. He held his finger over the call button nervously before taking a deep breath. He hit the call and it rang then someone picked up. “Hiya! This is Natalie! Are you calling about my D&D challenge? “ Laphin was awfully shy talking to real people, not on messages. So he talked quite quietly and softly. “Y-ya...and I got some fri-” Natalie giggles “No need to be shy, but you got some friends that need a trip over, correct?” Laphin was confused. “Ya but-” Natalie interrupts him again. “Wonderful! Just tell me their address and by next week we will start the game. I can't wait to have you all here! Don't forget to tell your family that the game might last a while so you need to be here at least a week. Maybe longer, don't worry about food, I have that covered!” Laphin was just so confused but excited “O-ok I'll get you their addresses” Natalie smirks “Can't wait to play, bye cutie~!” She hangs up and laphin just stares at his phone blushing and then smiles then his face goes pale. “Wait a week?! There's no way mom will let me do that… I’ll ask later I got a week I suppose.” He asks everyone for their addresses and sends it to this Natalie in a text. Suddenly Laphins mom calls him. “Laphin! Come and get your breakfast! What the heck are you still doing in your room??” He finishes up before He puts his phone down “Coming mom!” He then rushes to the kitchen and sits at the table and his mom sits some eggs and bacon in front of him. “Thanks, mom” He sighs and begins to think about how he can ask his mom if he can go play a game of D&D for a week or so. Then he remembered his mom was very greedy. “Oh, mom! You know these games of D&D, I play?” She sighs “Oh, these games that you play when you should be studying?” Laphin groans “I guess, but schools too easy! But that's not the p-” His mom interrupts “Laphin I don't care it’s still just a stupid game they cant make you money!” Laphin smirks “What if I told you I could make 100K from one game if I win?” His mom looked interested. “I'm listening…” Laphin then goes on to explain his chances at this game with his friends. “A week? Or more? Hmm.” They finished eating. “Hmm...Fine but if you win you will pay me some money you owe.” Laphin jumps up out of his chair and hugs his mom “Thank you, thank you! Anything! You can have it all for all I care, I just want to hang out with my friends!” His mom hugs back surprised and smiles. “I'm glad you made friends. I know it's hard with your size and all. And you just being a nerd” She laughs and Laphin blushes. “Mom!“ She pats his back. “Oh get over it Laphin you're still my little boy. But you better win this uhh game, your Christmas present might be on the line!” She laughs and he pouts. “That hardly seems fair...whatever so I can go?” She nods and he smiles. His mom gave him one last kiss on the head. Next, we head on over to Beasts place. There stood a tall black goat named Rie who wore a grey hoodie and jeans. He sets his phone down and heads to his room. He was 28 and lived alone, he smirks. “So I guess I'm meeting these nerds I play with. I'm sure hunter and DM are like these big nerds with glasses but brick acts differently. Don't even know each other's names and we are going to meet. Heh, 100k man so many things I could buy! Fuck my job I will quit as soon as I win!” Rie begins to pack clothing and stuff for next week who knows how long they will be gone. But otherwise, he has a fairly easy week till his trip. Next, let's check on Brick. Brick or Zev as he's known by is a half-goat he's got a goat tail, ears, and horns. He's a 23-year-old man who lives in a small apartment with a bunch of posters of girls. He's quite strong-looking and built well. He always wears a sleeveless shirt and shorts. He puts his phone down on his table. “100k huh? Heh, we will win this easily! Beast will kill an ill tank like normal, we are the best team! Well, and hunter he gets off a few lucky hits...ok maybe a lot whatever. So I'll be going far out next week. That's a shame. Hope mom and my little brother will be fine without me around. Probably won't even tell them so they don’t worry.” He heads to his kitchen to eat then begins to pack his bags. Next, we check on Hunter. They are in a large hoodie covering their body and some baggie pants they smile at their phone after sending their address. “Heh, Gm always acts so cute. He must be a little younger than the other two. Maybe a lot? Kinda hope he's at least 18. That would be fun.” They pull down their hoodie to reveal their long hair dyed purple and reddish-pink. She was a young girl about 26 her name was Zoe. she laid back on her bed. “Hopefully he's not underage….that would be awkward. He acts like he's 15 sometimes. Oh well, guess I'll find out next week. I'm kinda excited for everyone to meet me. I'm sure they think I'm a guy. Better off I'm sure brick and beast would have been hitting on me a lot if they knew.” She giggles. “But that's how I preferred it. I know if Beast or brick knew I was a girl I would never hear the end of it...gross there ok friends I guess, but I don't see myself with assholes like them. Well bricks less of a dick and just kinda...dumb heh” She fantasizes about their first time meeting. Now that everyone was on track all they had to do was wait to see each other next week. I know I'm excited too. Oh sorry, you know me, I'm Natalie and I'm going to be telling the rest of this story. I would let the others tell it but there...busy! Very very busy. WANT TO READ MORE I HAVE 2 MORE CHAPTER UP ON MY PATREON OR YOU CAN WAIT TILL ITS COMPLEATE BEFORE ANY MORE ARE POSTED HERE. I POST A NEW CHAPTER EVERY FRIDAY! ONLY $1 A MONTH https://www.patreon.com/Little_Rie

Mikey stood at the threshold of the master bedroom‘s bathroom, aware his wife was just inside, putting her makeup on and getting ready for her date with her boyfriend. As he stood there uncertainly in his diapers, sissy top, and Mary Janes, he was trying to marshal his best arguments, hoping against hope to persuade her to unlock his chastity device and allow him to have an orgasm. Stepping slowly into the bathroom, his eyes roamed over his wife’s curvy form, marveling at her long, sexy legs and pert bottom in the form-fitting short skirt she was wearing. She hadn’t put her top on yet and Mikey stared hungrily at her big breasts, barely contained in her silky black push-up bra. Of course, Kendra would never allow Mikey a look at her nipples anymore, so this was as undressed as he would ever see her. Horny beyond words, his tiny penis throbbed madly inside its even tinier steel chastity device, completely unable to get hard. Without thinking, his hand reached down to rub the fat front of his shiny diapers, although it was an entirely futile gesture. “M-Mommy?” he began in a quivering voice. Kendra was applying a wine colored lipstick to her full, luscious lips and she continued what she was doing without turning around. “Yes, sissy?” “Um, ah...is there any way you might, um, consider...you know, unlocking my chastity device tonight?” he asked meekly, “I really need to cum.” His sexy wife chuckled to herself as she turned to face him. “Aww, is Mommy’s little masturbator horny?” she asked in her syrupy voice meant for toddlers. Mikey blushed but nodded his head, hoping his act of humility would somehow convince her to be generous with him. “But you got to cum in your prissy diapers just a week ago, remember honey?” Mikey did indeed remember the event, as the humiliation of it still caused him to blush hotly with shame. The day had finally arrived after having waited two agonizingly long months for his one cherished orgasm. But instead of unlocking his little penis and letting him pleasure himself in his nursery to an eye crossing climax, Kendra had instead marched him out to the living room, where four of her girlfriends were waiting. After pulling his wet diapers down, she unlocked his steel device and slowly pulled the cage off, revealing to his curious onlookers the flexible urethra insert that went inside him by about two and a half inches. Mikey sighed with relief as she pulled it away and then removed the cuff ring behind his diminutive package. He thought she’d pull his diapers back up but instead, she paraded him before each of her guests, just to let them see how truly tiny he was. Although he had already been ridiculously small when Kendra had met him, after six months of her penis reduction therapy, his little nub had been shortened down to one inch, even when fully erect. As a consequence, even when he wasn’t aroused, just the tip of his penis head protruded from his groin, like a tiny mushroom cap. The girls had laughed and giggled at his baby-sized wiener, which made him look practically sexless, causing the poor sissy to nearly cry with shame. Finally, she pulled his clammy wet diapers back up and sat him down in front of everyone, telling him to do his dirty deed now or never. Faced with the prospect of another two months without relief, Mikey began rubbing the front of his soft, fluffy diapers as the women laughed and mocked him with their jeering comments. As he frantically rubbed himself like a desperate, horny teenager, he tried without success to shut out their biting remarks about how absolutely pathetic he was. Finally, after a minute of furious rubbing, he sighed and his shoulders slumped as he dribbled his little load into his wet diapers. It was so anticlimactic that the girls weren’t sure he had actually cum. “All done, sweetie?” Kendra asked, bending over her humiliated charge. His cheeks scarlet with shame, he nodded shamefully and let her stand him up so she could pull his diapers back down. Having carefully washed his urethra insert, she pulled his little genitals through the cuff ring and then aligned the tip of the insert with his pee hole. “Here you go honey, two more months of sweet chastity for my little sissy masturbator,” she said as she slowly guided the insert inside and carefully mated the steel cage with the cuff ring behind his sack. Mikey bit his lip in angst as he watched his beautiful wife lock the device with a smug grin, knowing that after his humiliation had finally faded, his libido would eventually return but there would be absolutely nothing he could do about it. “Yes Mommy, but I’m horny again,” Mikey whined, stamping his feet in frustration as his barely clad wife stood smiling before him. With her finely manicured hands resting on her curvy hips, the light shone off the succulent tops of the twin mounds of her magnificent bosom, making Mikey’s mouth water. “Aww, you poor little sissy,” she replied with puckered lips, although her tone suggested she was anything but sympathetic, “But don’t worry, you only have seven more weeks and you’ll get to cum again.” Her smile did nothing to assuage his need and he shifted his Mary Jane-clad feet, trying to think of his next line of appeal. Seeing that he wasn’t ready to concede, Kendra reached forward and taking his cock-shaped pacifier, worked it between his trembling lips until the fat, phallic rubber completely filled his mouth, silencing any further comments. “Now sissy—Ariel called and said she can’t make it tonight so instead, Nana will be babysitting you,” his wife explained as she turned back to the mirror to brush her lustrous long hair. “N-Nana?” Mikey quaked as his pacifier tumbled out of his mouth. He gulped in fear as a strong flow of warm pee abruptly began flooding his big, bulging diapers. Unfortunately, by now, he had lost all control over his bladder and he often wet himself without even thinking about it. “Yes sissy,” she said as she pushed his pacifier back into his mouth, “So I would suggest you be on your best behavior. She told me she bought a new lexan paddle and she’s anxious to try it out on your bare bottom,” Kendra explained with a twinkle in her eye. Another strong flow of panic-induced pee saturated the thick cloth between Mikey’s inner thighs, before seeping back into the fat seat of his diapers as he considered the possibility of another blistering hard spanking over his stern mother-in-law’s lap. Gone, now, was any thought of an orgasm. Now, his priority was laser-focused on avoiding getting his bottom paddled by his strict Nana. Just then, they heard her voice coming down the hall, apparently having let herself into the house. “Hi Kendra,” she sang out cheerfully as she flowed gracefully into the bedroom. In her hands was a delicate baby dress, although clearly, it looked large enough to fit a small adult. “Hello sissykins!” she greeted her pantywaist son-in-law. Mikey never knew exactly what to expect from his unpredictable Nana; sometimes she made no attempt to hide her resentment and disdain for him, while other times, she seemed to be in a good mood, happy just to subject him to some new, creative humiliation. Without a doubt, she held absolutely no respect for the bedwetting sissy and she was only too happy to make her feelings known whenever she happened to come over. Coming over to him, she threw her arms around him, hugging him close to her big, cushiony bosom. Reflexively, her hands dropped down to squeeze the fat but now warmed seat of his padded bottom. “Looks like Mommy’s little baby wet his pampers,” she announced in her maternal tone. Mikey blushed as his childish wetting was revealed openly. Of course, the imposing rubber cock filling his mouth prevented any sort of coherent response. “I’ll change your diapers and then look what I brought over for you to wear tonight,” she said excitedly as she held up the dress for them to see. It was multilayered, with several frilly white lace petticoats that flared the short hem of the dress out at an angle. It had short, puffy sleeves, and a Peter Pan bodice over the white and pink accented dress. Lemon yellow building blocks were prominently sewn onto the chest, giving it a decidedly babyish look. Mikey sucked and slurped on his cock pacifier in frustration; while his wife had chosen ever more sissyish outfits for him to wear, Nana preferred much more infantile ones to go with his omni-present diapers which he was forbidden to cover. Kendra was pulling a stretchy top over her head and as the thin fabric slid over her huge breasts, Mikey gulped and held his breath, his horny feelings returning with a vengeance. As if reading his mind, she addressed Nana; “Mom, can you give Mikey a nice, soapy enema this evening and an early bedtime?” “Done and done,” she said with finality, “Looks like you’ll be taking a trip over my lap, bedwetter boy,” she said with a firm, superior look. Mikey wilted as he reflected on the huge rubber dildo nozzle that was used to administer his daily enemas and his ill-considered appeal to his wife for relief from his strict chastity schedule. “Come along babykins,” she said condescendingly, slapping his diapered bottom dismissively, “Let your mommy finish getting ready for her date with a real man while we change your wet pampers.” Taking him by the hand as she would a child, she led him waddling down the hallway and into his still relatively new nursery where his crib, playpen, and diaper changing area awaited him. “Okay sissy, let’s get you into some nice fresh diapers—I’m anxious to see how your new dress fits,” she told him eagerly. Tugging down his clinging plastic panties, the soggy, pungent cotton of his diapers sagged heavily, surrounding them with the humiliating smell of his incontinence. “You really are just a big baby, aren’t you?” she asked rhetorically. Mikey whimpered with shame. It was still fairly recent that he had lost control over his wetting during the daytime, a shameful development that his mother-in-law never failed to point out. Removing the pins from either side of his hips, Nana dropped the smelly wet diapers into his bin and sat him down on the changing table. “Your mommy is going out on a date with her boyfriend tonight,” she told him as she busied herself preparing a fresh set of diapers for her sissy son-in-law, “He’s a real man with a real cock—not a little bump like you have,” she said disparagingly, “I knew you’d never be able to satisfy Kendra and I am so, so happy she decided to lock your little sissy stick in steel chastity. Sissies don’t need orgasms like real men do.” Mikey slurped on the fat rubber cock in his mouth, unable to contradict his Nana without risking a spanking. Raising his glossy pink Mary Janes over his head, Nana smeared diaper rash cream across his bottom, giving it a nice, sticky white coating. “No, this evening, while you’re asleep and peeing your diapers like the sissy bedwetter that you are, Kendra will be getting satisfied by a hunky stud, one who I’m sure will be pumping her full of his thick, manly semen. Just think—imagine if her gets her pregnant? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” she asked breathlessly. Unfortunately, Mikey could imagine it all too clearly and he cringed at the thought. He reflected on the contrast she was painting; Kendra’s masculine boyfriend would be coming over before long while all he could look forward to, was a long, humiliating enema over Nana’s lap and an early bedtime like any diapered toddler. Perhaps worst, was the knowledge that while everyone else was up and having a good time, he’d be alone in his crib with only his teddy bear and pacifier to keep him company. Just like every night. Powdering him generously with fragrant baby powder, Nana pulled up the fluffy thick cotton cloth, pinning it tightly and securely on either side of his waist. “There, that should protect Mommy’s little baby in his crib,” she said as she sorted through the stacks of plastic panties, trying to find the best match for the dress she had brought over. After a moment, she selected a white pair with a pretty pattern of pink bunnies. Fitting them over his Mary Janes, she pulled them up his smooth legs and thighs, working them over the fat, bulky Birdseye cotton of his diapers." I think you can wear some frilly pink satin panties to go with that dress so you will look even more girly and sissy".She opened a drawer and selected a pair of pale pink satin panties with lots of pale pink lace on the front and rear,she slid those panties up his skinny legs and over the top of his plastic pants and diaper. “You know, if someone had told me a year ago I would be pinning my daughter’s hubbie into his nighttime diapers so Kendra could go out on a date, I would have said they were insane. But then, I didn’t know she had married a sissy bedwetter and it’s clear you belong in diapers like a little baby.” Mikey’s face flushed hotly at her humiliating words and he sucked miserably on his pacifier as she powered between his inner thighs. “Okay sissykins, sit up so we can try out your new dress,” she commanded him. Doing as he was told, Nana pulled off his fuzzy fleece Strawberry Shortcake diaper shirt and lowered the frilly confection she had brought over. Turning him around, she did up the long row of small buttons that secured the dress up the back and also prevented its removal by the diapered pantywaist. Standing him up, she pulled the hem out and adjusted the petticoats and his frilly little girl satin knickers a smile coming to her face. “What a perfect fit!” she gushed happily, “And look at how your pretty frilly panties are still easily visible.” Mikey gazed at his prissy reflection in the wall mirror opposite, his cheeks blazing red at his humiliating appearance. “Let’s go out and show Mommy before she leaves,” Nana said as she took his hand and led him out of the nursery. They soon heard Kendra’s voice, and then the deeper sound of that of a man coming from the living room. Mikey winced in fear and tried to wrench his hand from Nana’s but she held on tightly and firmly led him in to face the humiliation he knew was coming. As soon as Mikey came into view of Kendra’s boyfriend, the man burst out laughing, almost doubling over as he took in the sissy in his babyish dress and fat, prissy diapers under those frills. “Oh-my-god, I can sure see why your wife locked up your penis,” he said as soon as he could talk again. If Mikey hadn’t wet himself just a half hour before, he would have flooded his diapers now in anxious panic. Nevertheless, his breathing became erratic and rapid as he sucked feverishly on his cock pacifier, his eyes darting nervously around the room. “What a lovely dress!” Kendra exclaimed, “Mikey, did you thank her for her wonderful gift I love how they match your frilly baby panties" Mikey stood there, looking absolutely ridiculous as Nana squeezed the thickly padded seat of his diapers, making him squeal in surprise. Everyone laughed when they saw the distressed look on his red face. “Get over here sissy boy,” the man ordered him in his gruff voice. Comparing the two side by side, their differences couldn’t be any more pronounced. Kendra’s boyfriend stood over six feet, with broad shoulders, and a chest like a barrel. Mikey, by comparison, was a good foot shorter, slight of frame and looking more like a scared little girl, than an adult man. With his smooth, shaved legs, fat, shiny diapers and his prissy new baby dress, he looked like a toddler in need of his mommy. Waddling uncertainly over to the man, he looked fearfully up into his strong face with its solid jaw and his imposing stature. Roughly turning Mikey around, he ordered him to raise the back of his dress. Fearing a hard spanking in front of these two, Mikey meekly did as he was told. Standing there as the other two watched him, he heard the man unzip his fly and his panic level only increased. Suddenly, he felt the elastic waistband of his frilly panties and plastic panties and the back of his diaper being pulled back. Before he could make sense of what was happening, he felt a hot stream of pee splashing forcefully on the crack of his ass as Kendra’s boyfriend began using his diaper as a urinal. Mikey whimpered with shame, bunching his fists and slurping noisily on his cock pacifier in bitter, humiliated frustration. The women giggled at him and Mikey’s eyes misted with tears of embarrassment. He knew he should have stood up for himself and put a stop to this but he was too spineless to do anything. He felt like he was being marked like the branding of a steer and yet, he stood there and did nothing, blushing furiously as the hot pee pooled up between the glistening white globes of his bottom, before finally soaking into the seat of his diapers and between his legs. In no time, the warm pee seeped up to surround his tiny caged genitals. Kendra had the wherewithal to take out her cell phone and snap several shots of the spectacle while Mikey squirmed in helpless, sissy submission. At long last, and after what seemed like an eternity to Mikey, the man finished his business and he slapped the sissy’s soaking wet bottom with a condescending swat. Mikey squealed, his mouth still filled with fat rubber cock as his diapers sagged heavily with warm pee. “Okay baby, time to say goodbye to Mommy and then it’s enema time for you,” Nana told him. Mikey whimpered as Nana pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and turned him to face the other two. “Nite-nite, sissy,” Kendra giggled merrily. “N-night, Mommy,” Mikey mumbled under his breath. Nana swatted his diapered bottom again. “You can do better than that. And make sure you thank her boyfriend for satisfying her like you never could. Better make it good, or you’ll be getting your bottom paddled after they leave,” she warned ominously. As if getting his diapers peed in wasn’t punishment enough, she had to threaten him with a spanking too! Mikey gulped and cleared his throat. “Th-thank you, Sir. F-for satisfying Kendra like I never could. I have a tiny little penis that can’t stay hard or satisfy a woman and so Mommy quite rightly locked it up permanently. Mommy says that s-sissies like me that wet the bed need diapers, not orgasms, and I know deep down, sh-she’s right.” The shameful statement made him blush anew and Kendra giggled at his submissive admission. “Enjoy your soapy enema and your wet diapers tonight, sweetie—I’ll be enjoying a real man and his nice, hard cock inside me,” she said with a mischievous, but ravishing smile. Pushing his cock pacifier back into his mouth, Nana led him waddling out of the room as the amused couple said their goodbyes and left the house. THE END

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.)

(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.

(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")

(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.”

I love my no-show thong from Lane Bryant. The pink bow in front turns me on but they are super comfy. It makes me feel naughty knowing I'm wearing not only panties, but a cute thong in front of all the ladies and they don't even know it

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"