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  1. Hi, really just plucked up the courage to join. I am a diaper wearing sissy. I’m still in the closet and looking for some friends or a nice aunty to play with. just ordered my first pack of nappies xx
  2. A while back I tried to write a sissy/feminisation story but had my work cut out and it ended up being a bit too big of a task for me but I’m still keen to write something along those lines, so I’m giving it another try with a different story. Here it goes. Also wanted to try a story where I link to real life items of clothing etc. I’m based in the UK so sorry if anyone can’t see the websites due to being in different countries! ———————— Neighbour’s Paradise Chapter 1 “Elliott I’m just about to leave for work! Have a good day and please get out of the house and don’t sit in your room all day!” Elliott’s mum Penny shouted as she unlocked the door and took one step onto the porch. “Okay see you later mum!” Elliott replied as he lifted his headphones off his head. Elliott is an 18 year old boy from northern England who had just finished college and was soon to be heading to university in London in a few months time. He is a quiet boy with few friends and was generally seen as a bit of a ‘weirdo’ at school and college. Puberty didn’t hit him particularly hard so he had little to no facial hair, stood just over 5ft 5in and sported longer dirty blonde hair that reached just below his ears. He wore baggy skater clothes and didn’t care too much for how he looked. Elliott paused the YouTube video he was watching and quickly ran out of his room and into the spare bedroom, where he could get a view of the driveway infront of his house. He peered over the top of the window ledge and saw his mum’s silver BMW reverse off the drive and down the road. ‘Yes!’ he said to himself as he rushed back into his room and prepared to leave the house. He turned off his iPad, gave his hair a quick comb and bolted downstairs and quickly laced up his vans trainers. Before you knew it he was out of the door and heading to the house directly across the road from his. As he crossed the road he looked both ways to see if anyone had spotted him crossing and thankfully the coast was clear, it was a quiet morning and there were no other nosy neighbours or dog walkers to be seen. Elliott walked up the driveway of the quaint semi-detached house adorned with flower beds below the windows displaying in-bloom and colourful flowers. He reached the front door and pressed the doorbell, which chimed elegantly. He could see a silhouette getting closer through the frosted glass panels of the front door. “Oh hello Elliott nice to see you! Come on in” said a tall, brown haired lady who was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, peach colourful sports leggings and a dark blue cooking apron. “Hello Liz nice to see you” Elliott politely replied. He stepped into the house as Liz closed the door behind him. “So… how long do we have today?” Liz asked Elliott as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Well I’ve not got anything planned today and mum is at work until at least 6pm so all day!” Elliott replied excitedly. “Lovely stuff, shall we get started then?” Liz suggested. “Sounds good to me” Elliott replied back. Liz then put her other hand on Elliott’s other shoulder and led him up the stairs. As Liz followed she excitedly squeezed his shoulders, which made Elliott feel an intense warmth inside. They both reached a closed door with a flower plaque on. Elliott let Liz pass him and she plucked a key from her apron pocket and unlocked the door. As she opened it Elliott could see a pink light emerge from the door as it slowly opened. They both entered what appeared to be a girls bedroom. The walls were covered in flower wallpaper and the there was a bed with Cinderella bedsheets on, closed pink polka dot curtains and opposite the bed was a large table with a padded cushion on top and draws underneath. “You know what to do by now sweetheart” Liz said to Elliott before turning around and opening the cupboard. Elliott got to work, he took off both his t-shirt and baggy cargo shorts and then jumped up onto the large table and then removed his socks, leaving just his green underwear on. He scooched back and laid down on the slightly cold plastic cushion. “There we go all be- Elliott! I thought you knew to take off all your clothes! Don’t worry I’ll deal with that.” Liz said as she walked over to the table carrying a large folded plastic square. It was the unmistakable sight of a nappy: Elliott’s face went red and his crotch began to stir with excitement. Liz placed the nappy beside him and she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and yanked them down. He voluntarily lifted his legs as she slid them down. “Won’t be needing these for a while! They are yucky and way too boyish for you” Liz teased as she threw them on top of the pile of his clothes. “Let’s get you into something more suitable”. Liz then slid the nappy under Elliott’s hairless bum and she got to work powdering him and slathering his private parts in nappy rash cream. Before he knew it the nappy was being lifted over his penis and strapped tightly in place. “Much better! Sit up and hang your legs over the changing table for me” Liz said as she held his hands and lifted him up. Elliott obliged and dangled his legs off the tall table. Liz then picked up a pair of pink tights and a white camisole: Liz helped Elliott into the camisole and then began sliding the tights up Elliott’s legs until she reached just below his knees. “Come on then up you get” Liz said as she lifted him off the table and onto his feet. She towered over him so she made light work of picking him up. Liz then slid the tights over his knees and then over the top of his thick colourful nappy before stopping just below the waistband for the nappy. Liz then quickly returned to the cupboard before turning around and revealing Elliott’s outfit for the day: She quickly pulled it over Elliott’s head and then pushed it down into position. It fell just above the knee so whenever Elliott sat down or bent over his nappy underneath his pink tights would likely be on full display. Liz then added the final touch by stepping behind Elliott and putting his hair long hair into two pigtails either side of his head with two pink scrunchies. “There we go, much better! Give me a spin” Liz asked. Elliott span around twice quickly, his dress lifted to reveal his padded bottom. He then grabbed the bottom of the skirt and nervously swayed side to side. “Thank you!” Elliott quietly said softly. “Thank you what?” Liz questioned him. “Thank you nanny” Elliott quietly replied. “That’s okay, let’s go downstairs and get you some breakfast. Come on cutie” Liz said as she picked out a pink dummy and placed it in Elliott’s mouth: “Good girl, baby Ellie” Liz cooed as she led the dress and nappy clad boy out of the bedroom and downstairs, crinkling with every step.
  3. Hello everyone! Long time lurker first time poster! Please enjoy my goofy little story. I tried to make something fun and silly that I hope everyone can enjoy. I need more fuel to finish off the sequel I'm working on... Thanks for reading!! Chapter 1 - How Baby Cindy was (Re)Born The Berry family seemed like they had the perfect life. They had a nice house in the suburbs. The matriarch Joan ran a very successful Salon chain in the state, all while a single mother of two to boot! But things weren’t always as pristine as everyone thought. Her son Chris had always been the boy who never fit in. He didn’t have many friends and would usually get mixed up with poor influences. Joan would do her best to show her son he was loved, but he just carelessly acted out anyway. Joan decided to get pregnant while Chris was barely finishing high school. She wanted someone to care for when he went away, almost like a second chance. Sally was born and was the apple of Joan’s eye. Sally brought Joan so much joy, but Chris started to get jealous of all the attention of his little sister. Only enabling his acting out more so, not thinking about all the work his Mother had running the Salon while raising a baby girl. Coincidently when Sally was in the middle of her terrible twos, Chris moved back in after failing out of college. The return of her son didn’t make life easier for Joan. An ungrateful brat of a son wasn’t needed while dealing with an over-excitable toddler girl. One who was unfortunately struggling with her potty training. The straw that broke the camel’s back was the night Chris crashed Joan’s Lexus Sedan into a tree while under the influence. Joan didn’t know what to do with him anymore. Looking after a literal toddler had her in no mood to entertain his grown-up temper tantrums. So Joan had a funny idea. She told Chris he was grounded for the foreseeable future. Except he was no longer allowed in his room with his computer and PS5 until he saw a serious attitude adjustment. “You’ve been setting a terrible example while I’ve been looking after your baby sister Sally who is somehow less of a hassle than my 20 year old son! So you’re going to be Sally’s twin, and if I’m lucky her sweetness will rub off on you!” Chris made his disagreements loudly and abundantly clear, all of which were shot down by Joan. For the first time in almost 2 decades, she spanked her son’s bottom bright red. The next couple days Chris was given a whole new wardrobe, Joan had larger doubles of Sarah's rompers and dresses manufactured in her brother’s size. He begrudgingly was put into a romper exactly matching Sally, while being changed into a large disposable diaper. When Sally first saw Chris she was so excited and giggly, seeing her big brother in a completely new, gentler light. Chris had an attitude, but even he wasn’t able to escape Sally’s adorably welcoming energy. They were both fed with bibs and booster seats. They watched the same baby shows and kept the same nap schedule. Along with Joan changing double the diapers, a small price to pay for the much more peaceful house order. A week in, Joan decided that Chris wasn’t a good girl name for Sally’s new sister. So they started calling him Cindy, who was promptly referred to as a little girl ever since. The routine was a drastic adjustment for Cindy. But there were enough days of playing alongside her sister, she began meeting Sally on her level and Cindy’s insecurities slowly began to melt away. The loneliness of college really isolated Cindy from the people who loved her, especially her Mother. But all the thoughts that she wasn’t important disappeared as she was doted on alongside Sally. After only a couple months of the new arrangement, Joan noticed an incredible attitude adjustment from Cindy. Sally really was an incredible influence on her. But this plan ended up working a little too well. It was over the following months Sally started getting the hang of using her big girl potty in the girls bathroom. She even advanced to Pullups, to Joan and even Cindy’s delight. But as the time went along, Joan found Cindy was forgetting to tell her Mom when she needed a change, more often following Sally’s pullups victory. Looking through the nursery camera in the girl’s nursery, Joan watched as Sally would get up to use the bathroom, which was Cindy’s cue to crawl into a corner beside her crib and purposely use her diapers. Returning to play like nothing happened after the fact. Joan was seeing that Cindy seemed to be losing interest in growing up like her big sister. Sally even began coming out to tell her mother when Cindy’s poopy diapers were stinking up their nursery. It was then Joan came to a conclusion. That night at dinner, Joan told her daughter’s how proud she was of how they’ve been behaving over the past six months. Cindy and Sally felt proud as they ate their chicken nuggets and mac and cheese. It was then Joan told Sally that she was going to give Cindy’s old room to her with a brand new big girl bed. Sally looked so excited as Cindy slowly processed what her Mom was saying in between spoonful's of mac and cheese, finding herself to be more sad not sharing a room with Sally anymore than losing her old adult room. Sally also realized that and looked upset. “Wait Mommy, what about Cindy?” she looked back at her sister with soft eyes, the two being close as ever. “Well sweetie, the nursery will be Cindy’s now, big girls don’t have to sleep in cribs, but Cindy is still a baby and needs hers.” This was when it dawned on Cindy, she was now the baby of the family. “Does that mean I’m Cindy’s big sister?” Sally asked curiously and Joan perked up and gave Cindy a grin, “Yes it does sweetheart! You’re my big girl! And now Cindy is going to be your baby sister!” Sally jumped up in her booster seat and cheered, a huge smile came across the messy three year old’s face, taking in her new responsibility as she turned to her baby sister. “I’m gonna be the best big sister ever! I promise Baby Cindy”. Cindy was blushing bright red at the news. Looking over at her sister in her booster chair, with her food divided in little piles. Cindy was sitting in a special high chair she got a couple months ago, and all her food was mushed together in the same bowl and a pink princess crown bib around her neck. Cindy was not becoming the baby sister, she already was. Yet, Cindy really was so grateful and proud of Sally growing up, and wasn’t exactly complaining about her new lifestyle. She put down her spoon and said “Big sister” softly back to her, blushing more and making Sally fall into a giggle fit along with Joan just beaming at the girl’s acceptance. Sally took Baby Cindy’s paci from her high chair and put it in her mouth, keeping an awe-inspiring smile into her big baby sister’s eyes. Baby Cindy suckled the paci and accepted her new permanent role. Shortly after this, the sisters only fell deeper into their roles. Sally moved into her own room across the hall and couldn’t be happier with all her space. She got her own bed and picked out her Bluey bed sheets. She had a lot more room for her big girl toys. She got a boombox and was promptly spoiled by Joan. She was happy to help with the sliding scales of her daughters. Baby Cindy was given a brand new special crib, one that was accessible for Sally to help her baby sister out of. She got all new furniture sized up for her. Her wardrobe went from toddler outfits, to full on infant wear. Baby Cindy never wore anything that wasn’t showing her bare thighs for the world. She continued in diapers and her potty training simply evaporated. Sally loved helping Mommy out with Baby Cindy. Joan felt incredibly lucky to get so much bonding with Sally while taking care of her perpetual big baby sister. Things were finally perfect. So it was on this Wednesday morning two years later that Baby Cindy felt herself groggily waking up in her car seat as Mommy was driving her Lincoln SUV through their quiet town. Baby Cindy was 22 years old now and deeply settled into her baby routines. She looked around and saw Sally, now 5 years old in her own big girl car seat next to her. Sally could hear the rustling and smiled at her, “Mommy, Baby Cindy is awake!” she sang out. “Thank you Hunny, we’re right around the corner from school”. Joan pulled into the parking lot of a big pastel complex. She parked and helped Sally out of her seat while Baby Cindy suckled her paci still waking up from her short car nap. Sally started unstrapping Baby Cindy as Mommy pulled out a large plush stroller out of the trunk. The Car door opened and Baby Cindy was helped into her stroller and strapped in snugly. Joan started pushing her towards the entrance as Baby Cindy looked in front of her, giving a happy coo as she saw them approach the building the girl’s would be staying for the day, “Sweetie Pie Kindercare Center!” with a banner underneath reading “Featuring Big Baby Cindy!” with a cutout of her on the end. Chapter 2 - Baby Cindy’s Nursery Morning Mommy was out the door after checking her daughter’s into the building. A teacher leads Sally down the hall to Kindergarten as Sally blows one last kiss towards her baby sister. Baby Cindy coos as a daycare assistant began to push her down the opposite hall. suckling on her paci and smiling at all the other teachers and kids who are walking down the hall past her. Baby Cindy was dressed in her favorite pink princess party onesie with a clear outline of her thick, crinkly disposable diapers underneath. A pair of chunky light up sneakers and frilly socks were on her feetsie’s. A snug and poofy Baby bonnet was tied under her chin to complete the absolutely infantile ensemble that Baby Cindy wore with the silliest look of pride. She was pushed into the "Caterpillar" Nursery room at the end of the hall. This was where Baby Cindy spent most of her day. She gets unbuckled and is helped on the floor by one of her teachers to go play with the other babies who all shared her play skill level. She crawled amongst her peers. Finding some toys and plopping her crinkly bottom onto the soft carpet of the Nursery. Little did she know she was in for a busy day. When Baby Cindy was first enrolled into Sweetie Pie, she was invited into Sally’s Preschool Class (after a large donation from Joan towards the center) , being that was the age she seemed to get along with. But best she tried, Cindy was always sliding into more infantile tendencies than her classmates, despite her size. It was shortly decided that Baby Cindy was better kept as the baby she was clearly meant to be. She was even given her own playpen in Preschool. It was a total delight for the other kids watching their biggest classmate revert to the most infantile in the class, as most anyone would be amused. But the Baby Cindy ripple effect appeared to make an impact on the entire Preschool class, as they all were on their best behavior. It was like having Baby Cindy around seemed to give the kids a better sense of responsibility. All of the kids, especially the girls, were glad to help with her feedings, leading and including her in their playtime, even keeping an eye on her diaper. Baby Cindy was a welcome distraction to the room. When Joan heard about the great success Baby Cindy was having in Sally's Preschool class. She decided to work out a deal with the staff as Sweetie Pie. Now modeled on getting kids an early jump on their maturity. Sweetie Pie ran like just about any other daycare, but for a period every other day. Each class would get a visit from Baby Cindy, and each class would design activities around playing and taking care of her for the day. She was getting the toddlers out of diapers faster, Preschoolers to take care of themselves and their little siblings. All because none of them wanted to end up like Baby Cindy. With that, Baby Cindy was moved into the nursery room to be fed and put down on a similar schedule as the other infants. Baby Cindy was playing with ring stacks and cooing listening to the soft nursery music. She was bouncing around when she felt a hand on her padded bottom, someone was sticking a finger inside and checking that she was clean. This was Miss Harriet, Baby Cindy’s All-Day Daycare Nanny. She was assigned specifically to facilitate all of Baby Cindy’s needs, and oversee other students lending a helping hand. She fell in love with Baby Cindy and was the perfect replacement for Joan during the day. Miss Harriet sat beside Cindy and rubbed her back. “Are you having fun with your rings sweety?” She asked warmly, Baby Cindy nodded quietly with a big smile. Having gotten accustomed to being nonverbal more often than not. Miss Harriet was very excited to bring her around today. She loved watching Baby Cindy bring out the best in the other children. Miss Harriet got back to helping the other Nannies get all the babies settled in for the day. Leaving Baby Cindy to play for a little while longer, which she didn’t feel one way or the other, relying on everyone else to tell her what to do having made her a very obedient baby. As she continued playing, a little baby boy named Jacob crawled beside Baby Cindy. Jacob was in a pair of overalls and sat down next to Baby Cindy, picking up the stuffie beside her. They didn’t pay much mind to one another as they played with their toys. But Tyler started to grunt and soon Baby Cindy smelled the very familiar scent of a freshly loaded pamper. The smell made Baby Cindy’s nose wrinkle a little, but it certainly didn’t bother her much. She had been accustomed to that particular stinky smell for a while now. She just continued suckling on her paci and living in the moment with her fellow crawler. Miss Lauren, the head of the nursery room, walked past and caught a whiff looking down at the pair of babies. She leans down and goes for Baby Cindy before feeling a still dry disposable on her bottom. Miss Lauren giggled and picked up Jacob, confirming he was the stinker. “Wowwe, sorry Baby Cindy, you’re always such a safe bet for Morning poopy’s. But Jacob is gonna give you a run for your money!” She giggles and pats Baby Cindy’s bottom before walking away to change Jacob. Leaving Baby Cindy to coo and crawl around the room as her classmates continue their morning playtime until it’s finally time for Baby Cindy’s grand tour! Chapter 3 - Baby Cindy Goes to Daycare Miss Harriet helped Baby Cindy back into her stroller when it was time to head to the daycare wing with the toddlers. Baby Cindy cooed and bounced with excitement, waving to her little friends, who barely noticed she was leaving. Baby Cindy was always most excited for the toddler room. It was where she felt the most appreciated by the other kids. Maybe it’s because the kids were closer to babies than the others, but they all seem to be in awe of Baby Cindy. Like an oversized baby dolly turned to life that they couldn’t wait to play with. Baby Cindy watched the door open in front of her as she was pushed into the “Butterfly” daycare room to a bunch of toddlers squealing and giggling at her grand entrance, “Hiii Baby Cindy” “It’s Baby Cindy!” “Hehehe big baby is back!” they all exclaim and get excited. The rowdy class of toddlers excited for their morning play date with Baby Cindy. She would coo back and babble softly as her stroller was pushed to the front of the class as all the kids circle around her on the carpet. “Hey kids, Has everyone said hi to Baby Cindy this morning?” Miss Harriet asks smiling. “Yeessssss” They all shout back. “That’s very good, because this morning Butterfly class is going to help me feed Baby Cindy her breaky!” She beamed and the kids all giggled excitedly, a bunch of little girls looked especially giddy and smiling up at the equally excited, bouncing baby girl staged in front of them. Miss Harriet takes out a bottle of formula from Baby Cindy’s diaper bag in the back of the stroller. The kids watch quietly and patiently. “You see, babies can get a little excitable sometimes while waddling around, so you gotta keep them fed so they can keep lots of calories. So this Baby Formula is made special to keep Baby Cindy full and healthy.” The kids giggle again, seeing Baby Cindy smile big at the bottle, her big tummy protruding from her onesie clearly marking that she stays well fed. Miss Harriet pulls out Baby Cindy’s paci from her lips and sets it on the stroller table. Baby Cindy can’t help but whimper as more giggles come at her neediness. But as soon as the bottle was pressed in between her lips. The baby girl begins calming down, as Baby Cindy enjoys her breakfast for the class. The kids all watched and murmured to each as Miss Harriet kept the bottle steady for Baby Cindy. “Who wants to help me out today?” Miss Harriet asked the rest of the class. Many of the girls raised their hands and only one girl near the front was picked out. Emily, one of the girls teachers have noticed is most receptive to caring for Baby Cindy. Emily approaches Miss Harriet and Baby Cindy, still suckling away at her bottle. “Keep it nice and still for her. Remember you’re the one feeding her, you just want it to be easy for the baby to drink.” Emily puts her hand on the bottle, keeping it tilted as Miss Harriet lets go. Emily smiles big as Baby Cindy continues her hungry noisy suckling for the beaming little girl. “She’s so hungry” Emily giggled as Baby Cindy finished off her bottle shortly afterwards. Emily gave the bottle back to Miss Harriet as she put it back in the diaper bag. She then went to unstrap Baby Cindy, leaning her forward and keeping her steady in her arms. “Now we need to help the baby make burpees ok?” Emily nodded already well aware of what came next. Standing on her tippy toes, she starts to softly pat on Baby Cindy’s back. Baby Cindy looked forward to the rest of the class while being held by Miss Harriet. She could feel a bubble come up from her belly and she let out a big baby burp to many more laughs from the little crows sitting watching the special baby care presentation. Miss Harriet leaned Baby Cindy back and wiped her lips for any milk dribbles and started a little clap, “Let's hear it for Emily for being such a big girl today” Miss Harriet pulled out a yellow star sticker from her back pocket and taped it onto Emily. It read “I was a big kid today!” The whole class clapped and Baby Cindy just smiled and bounced, as she had her paci returned to her by Emily, suckling happily with it returned to her lips. Emily took a seat back in the group and Baby Cindy was unsnapped out of the stroller and helped out, before being placed on the floor and getting a pat on the bottom from Miss Harriet, “Go on honey, join the others for now” Baby Cindy crawled over as the kids smiled, The same group of girls Emily came from made room and Baby Cindy sat around them, their hands all over her excitedly, as they felt her onesie and bonnet and little sockies. Her diaper crinkled a little as she settled into being another plaything for the girls. They made her feel included in a funny way, cooing softly behind my paci. The toddler teacher, Miss Wendy took over and sat in front of the class opening up a story book. The kids learned about colors and shapes, while Baby Cindy mostly was distracted by the girls who had brought little tinker toys and were all trying to get Baby Cindy’s attention. She kept looking around, staying giggly and distracted as the other kids listened to the little lesson. Shortly after story time, the girls lead Baby Cindy over with them towards their favorite play table, they all like to color with Baby Cindy and bring her over as she stays on the floor, a little too big for the table. Emily was feeling very confident having helped feed Baby Cindy earlier, so she was a little bossy with her friends Sophia and Bonnie, two other toddlers who also like having Baby Cindy around. They all started coloring together in their books and showing each other what they’ve been working on. Baby Cindy looks and coo, not saying much with them. Happily listening to their excited chatter, finding herself having much in common with the girls. Baby Cindy colors in her princess coloring book, though wasn’t doing great at coloring in the lines. Bonnie peeked over and decided to help her color in the lines easier. Miss Harriet watches behind and admires how well all the girls play together. Baby Cindy felt her bottle start to catch up with her and began to wet herself while she watched Bonnie, suckling her paci slowly as she felt urine flood her diaper and soak up the padding in her crotch as the swell hugged her chubby thighs, her onesie settling as it fills up. Bonnie looks over to tell Baby Cindy her favorite color for skies when she sees the big baby’s frozen stare, looking down and noticing Baby Cindy’s padding sagging under the table. Bonnie giggled and bounced up for her seat, “Miss Harriet Miss Harriet!” she squeaks to the close by teacher, grabbing at her hand with a little bounce. “Baby Cindy pee-peed her diaper” she giggles and points Baby Cindy’s way. Baby Cindy looked a little blushy only just realizing she had wet, given she doesn’t totally retain all that goes on in her diaper anymore. Miss Harriet walked over and felt the back of Baby Cindy’s pampered bottom, feeling its squishy heft and smiling. “Wow Cindy you really had to go huh?” She chuckles and turns back to Bonnie. “That was really good work Bonnie.” She goes into her pocket and hands her a little star sticker like Emily’s. Sticking it to Bonnie’s shirt, she gets a big grin. Miss Harriet gives her a pat on the head and turns back to Baby Cindy. “We’ll get you changed before lunchtime, baby doll” she rubs her back gently before getting up to talk with Miss Wendy. Bonnie returns to her spot next to Baby Cindy with a slightly jealous looking Emily. Chapter 4 - Lunch and a Diaper Change for Baby Cindy The clock hit 11:45 and Miss Harriet started to lead Baby Cindy back into her stroller. All the kids waved good-bye to her as she got strapped back into her seat. sucking her paci and looking around at all the toddlers faces. Some of the kids were laughing at Baby Cindy, in a way that didn’t always feel nice. It used to make Baby Cindy embarrassed but she was starting to lose some of her social skills after being babied for a couple years now. But other toddlers were all giggly and smiling at Baby Cindy, appreciating their time with the big baby. Before they left, Miss Harriet tapped Bonnie on the shoulder and knelt down to her level, waving over Emily as well. “Bonnie and Emily dears, since you were both such a big help today. I want you both to be today’s Junior Nannies with me in the Caterpillar room!” Both of the girls squeal excitedly, jumping up and dancing around together. Baby Cindy giggles and coos back, smiling at the two girls, having enjoyed their coloring time, excited to play with them more. The girls walked over to the stroller beaming back at Baby Cindy. Giggling as they hold hands and stand beside the stroller as Miss Harriet starts pushing Baby Cindy out with Emily and Bonnie. “So girls, first we’re gonna need to get Baby Cindy into a fresh diaper, and then it’s going to be lunchtime. So we’ll need to feed her. Can I count on you both?” She asks doubtfully, giggling as they bounce up and down making sure Miss Harriet knows they’ll be a big help to her. They enter the nursery as the other babies start rotating through their lunch time. “Awww so many babies!” Emily coos as she skips inside and looks around the nursery. Bonnie giggles and squeezes her hand, “hehe, but we get to help with the biggest one ever!” They both let out giggles as the stroller is parked and Baby Cindy is helped out, standing up with Miss Harriet. Bonnie holds her other hand and they all walk over to Baby Cindy’s special changing table. With Baby Cindy joining the daycare full time with no sign of graduating, she needed appropriate furniture. Baby Cindy’s Mommy was happy to supply everything they’d need to make her baby fit right in with the others, while also making something to enhance the special program. For one, the changing table was in the back of the room with the regular nursery table. But beside it sat a larger, plushy table, fit for a baby of Cindy’s size. It was covered in Princess’ and was fully stocked with only the best changing accouterments available, including special ones produced by Joan. And it was monogrammed with “Baby Cindy” on the poofy white changing pad that sat above it. The girls giggled and looked over it in awe, as Baby Cindy approached the changing table, or as Miss Harriet called it, “Her royal throne”. Baby Cindy was helped onto the table and rested comfy, bringing her legs up to her and rocking back and forth. Waiting for yet another change out of her very soggy pampers. As blushy as she could be perpetually in diapers, she had found acceptance, as well as a sense of entitlement. With all the attention that comes from being a big baby. Miss Harriet looked back at the girls, “Bonnie I’m going to have you stand under and hand us what we need to change Baby Cindy, Emily you’ll hop up with me and be my assistant.” Bonnie pouted a bit not getting to be the helper. But Emily was a little bit older and had been working her way out of pullups, unlike Bonnie. So Emily got picked up onto the table. “Hi Baby Cindy, we’re gonna get that soggy diapie off of you!” She giggled. Baby Cindy cooed and rocked more. Miss Harriet then went right to it like every day. She unbuttoned the snaps on Baby Cindy’s onesie, pulling it up and showing her soggy Bunnyhops. Emily giggled at her cute, yellow diapers as she sat on her knees and watched Miss Harriet. “Bonnie! She’s got Bunnies on her diapie!” she called down to Bonnie who giggled and bounced from the side trying to get a peak. Miss Harriet opened up Baby Cindy’s diaper and started to wipe her down. Baby Cindy looked up and started to drift into her baby space, where she usually goes when she’s getting changed. Especially at daycare. Which helped her be less blushy during diaper changes with Junior Nannies. As Miss Harriet wiped down Baby Cindy’s sticky little privates. Emily giggled and asked without a second thought, “Does Baby Cindy like being a girl even when she used to be a boy?” A question that made Baby Cindy blush bright red, unsure if she should say or do anything, just lying helplessly in her open wet diaper. Before she could think anything else, Miss Harriet chirped up “Baby Cindy is the happiest big baby I’ve ever seen, and she’s especially happy to be a baby girl isn’t that right pumpkin?” She tickled Baby Cindy’s tummy and made her wiggle and giggle bunches, making Emily and Bonnie giggle and awww. Answering that question for everyone. Miss Harriet pulled out her wet diaper under her bottom and rolled it up shut. Tying it up and handing it to Emily to put it in Baby Cindy’s diaper pail beside her. As Emily took care of it, Miss Harriet asked for a diaper from Bonnie, who kneeled down and picked up a clean diaper for her. This time a special diaper, brought in from Baby Cindy’s Mommy. A XXXL Bluey huggies made for babies like Cindy. “Ooo great choice” Miss Harriet smiled as she laid down the diaper and slid it under Baby Cindy’s bottom. “Now what am I gonna ask for next” Asked Miss Harriet to Bonnie. Who was already pulling out the baby powder and rash cream. “Wow so smart!” said Miss Harriet. Giggling as she applied some cream onto Baby Cindy’s bottom. She then took the Baby powder bottle and had Emily hold onto it with her as they sprinkled a little over Baby Cindy’s baby bits. Emily beamed as Miss Harriet taped down her diaper and snapped her onesie back over the fresh crinkly huggies. A little pat on the butt signaled to Baby Cindy she was clean. Giving out happy gurgles and smiles behind her paci. “You did such a good job changing Baby Cindy today girls! Let's cheer for them Cindy!” Miss Harriet would clap for them as Cindy joined in, the girls were bouncing and bowing feeling so proud. “Can you say thank you Baby Cindy?” Miss Harriet asked the excited baby, “Thwank wuh” she made out with her paci still in her mouth. Making everyone laugh. Now that she was fresh, Baby Cindy was brought over to her special highchair with Bonnie and Emily in tow. Baby Cindy took a seat with Miss Harriet's help and strapped into her chair, tall enough that her chubby legs dangled from the seat. Bonnie and Emily were brought to her height with an extra seat built into the highchair. “Now girls, I’m gonna have Bonnie help me feed Baby Cindy her lunch ok?” Emily immediately got pouty, “What do I get to do then?” she asked. Miss Harriet ties a big bib around Baby Cindy’s mouth, it reads “Princess Pamper Packer”, she also hands a little cloth to Emily, “You’ll help keep Baby Cindy clean. She can be a messy eater” giving Emily so much joy as she dances in her seat. The girls feed Baby Cindy two jars of big baby food. The thought process around Baby Cindy has become to keep her as the youngest infant she can be. So she’s been without solid food for almost a year now. Her Mommy thinks she is doing just wonderful on a strict formula and baby food diet. Even Baby Cindy has been enjoying it, especially when it’s a special blend Mommy has been making. Giving her yummy different dinners all mushed up in a jar. Or just some regular flavors, to keep her level and not expecting something too exciting for her sensitive tummy. Bonnie feeds Baby Cindy a jar of carrots and peas and a jar of banana strawberry. Baby Cindy fills her cheeks and still chews, feeling it drip down her chin as she doesn’t eat with her mouth closed and having the girls work to get it all in. “Sit still silly!” Emily giggled as Baby Cindy wiggled around as she had her face wiped. Miss Harriet laughs at how much of a handful she was being. One that was thoughtfully watched over by someone as experienced as Miss Harriet. After she’s all fed, Baby Cindy is put back into her stroller and the girls follow behind. “Thank you so much for all your help today, girls. I know Baby Cindy really appreciated it.” The girls giggle and skip back to their class, where they’ll go to have their own lunches. “Goodbye Baby Cindy!” they call out as their teacher brings them back inside. Baby Cindy waves and Miss Harriet kneels down beside her stroller. “Alright Baby Cindy! Are you ready to play with the preschoolers!” She pumps her fists up. Baby Cindy nods and bounces excitedly. Miss Harriet started to push the stroller down the hall and through a door leading outside into the playground. Chapter 5 - Baby Cindy’s Playground PratFall The “LeapFrog” Preschool class had been taken out to the playground following their lunch. Young kids aged 3 to 4 ran around the fenced yard of the building, making up games to play with one another. They were all being watched by a young woman named Miss Carol. As Miss Harriet approached her with Baby Cindy, Miss Carol waved them over. Most of the kids were still playing but others ran over when they saw Baby Cindy getting pushed over. “Welcome Baby Cindy! The kids have been excited for you to join them!” Miss Carol said as Miss Harriet helped Cindy out of the stroller. A couple kids approached Baby Cindy, Patty was an eager little girl bouncing in place with her friend Peter, a more shy little boy. “Miss Harriet, Miss Carol, can Baby Cindy play tag with us?” Patty asked shyly. Miss Harriet nodded, “Sure thing kids, but Baby Cindy can’t always play big kid games well. So if she gets fussy just let me know.” She giggled and patted Baby Cindy’s bottom as the kids took the big baby’s hand as she toddled out onto the grass. Baby Cindy followed obediently, if not a little shy herself, a little shyer around the preschoolers, who were already becoming more advanced than she was. “Okie Baby Cindy, we’re gonna play tag. We're gonna run around and someone is it. Don’t get it or you gotta tag another kid.” Patty explained this to Baby Cindy who was barely listening, looking around at the green grass and screaming toddlers running around the playground and swings. She smiled but didn’t realize that all the kids were running away. She started to toddle around in circles, doing her best to fit in. But was soon tagged by another boy. “Baby Cindy’s it!” the boy yelled out laughing. Baby Cindy saw the boy running away from her. She started waddling after him, but he quickly outran her. She tried chasing other kids but everyone was a little faster than her despite her longer legs, her thick diaper bottom seriously slowing her down in the grass. After a minute or so, Baby Cindy was getting tired of everyone running away. She stopped in her tracks and pouted, sitting in the grass and huffing, a minor temper tantrum compared to what Baby Cindy was capable of. Patty saw Baby Cindy wasn’t having fun and ran back to her, trying to console her, “Awww I’m sorry Baby Cindy, you can tag me if you want?” She kneeled on the grass and rubbed her back. Miss Harriet, having watched everything, started to approach, deciding that for the sake of the other kids, Baby Cindy played something less challenging. Patty raises her hand “I can take Baby Cindy to the sandbox. I don’t mind playing with her.” Miss Harriet pulled out a gold sticker for her. “That’s a great idea sweetie, have fun you two. Make sure she doesn’t put any sand in her diaper.” She giggled as Baby Cindy crawled after Patty in the grass towards the sandbox. Baby Cindy and Patty played around in the sandbox for the next 15 minutes. Patty had picked out some sand buckets and started filling them up to work on a castle. She found a little shovel and gave it to Baby Cindy, “Do you want to build the moat?” she offered as Baby Cindy started digging a hole around the space. The girls worked together and admired their sandy princess castle. “Wow we did so good, Baby Cindy, do you want to live in the castle together?” Patty asked. Baby Cindy cooed and went to sit on the castle, her big diaper bottom smushing the castle and getting her onesie all sandy. Patty giggled a bunch and patted Baby Cindy on the head, giving a big silly smile back. The two bonded playing together quietly, much calmer than most of the other preschooler’s. “Have you played Patty Cake before Baby Cindy?” Patty asked curiously, Baby Cindy cooed remembering playing it before with Sally. Patty smiled and sat in front of her, the two of them clapped hands together and Patty sang to the claps, “Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man, Bake me a cake, as fast as you can; Pat it, prick it, and mark it with B, Put it in the oven for baby and me!’ She gave Baby Cindy a tummy tickle when they finished and made her giggle. “Good job Baby Cindy! What do you wanna do before we go inside?” Patty asked curiously, wanting to let Baby Cindy pick something. Cindy looked around nervously, there were so many fun things to do and she didn’t know what to pick. But when she saw the slide in the jungle gym. She just pointed at it while sucking her paci and Patty understood. “Let’s slide Baby Cindy!” The two joined hands and made their way to the jungle gym. Baby Cindy toddled up the tough stairs, getting in line with Patty as they both waited to slide. Suddenly, Baby Cindy felt a familiar ping in her tummy, clenching as the feeling was a bother, one she knew how to easily get rid of. She started to grunt and push besides Patty. Patty looked over seeing her face scrunch up and started to realize what she was doing with a knowing giggle. Baby Cindy huffed and felt her lunch make its fated return, taking a large, soft poopy plop into the seat of her diaper. It made a small lump on her bottom as she emptied her tummy, Just Patty and her left on the jungle gym. Baby Cindy finished as turned back to Patty, giving her a knowing smile and a little giggle. Patty gave Baby Cindy a pat on the bottom, feeling her mushy lump and giggling more “Hehe, what a good baby.” to Baby Cindy’s soft, appreciative coos towards the positive reinforcement by her new friend. The girls looked from the top of the jungle gym as Miss Carol began to call the kids back inside. Patty quickly jumped down and slid a few feet down to the bottom. Looking back up at her padded playmate. “Come on Baby Cindy, slide down to me!” Baby Cindy looked at the slide and smiled, Getting in position to slide down and falling a bit onto her bottom with a harsh squish as her butt met the contents of her messy diaper, giggling to herself, almost like she did it intentionally. Baby Cindy slid down and joined Patty who gave her a friendly hug, before walking her to the doorway back inside. Miss Harriet followed with the stroller, letting Baby Cindy use her legs with Patty, who was doing a great job of making sure she didn’t leave the baby behind. The two of them entered the classroom and joined the rest of the kids in the middle of the classroom for storytime. Patty walked in holding onto Baby Cindy so they could sit next to each other. Patty could smell Baby Cindy, trying her best not to mind it so she wouldn’t lose her new baby friend. They sat together on the carpet as other kids joined them, leaving some distance between the two. As Miss Harriet walked through the door. It was pretty clear something was up with Baby Cindy and Patty. But the mystery was solved when Peter called out, “Ewwww, Miss Carol! Baby Cindy smells like poop!” Chapter 6 - Baby Cindy’s Poopy Preschool Predicament Miss Carol looked down at the carpet and could see Baby Cindy looking rather shy, along with a suspicious Patty beside her, but it was an unmistakable smell that someone in here had dropped a load into their pants. The suspect list dropped to one being Baby Cindy was the only one in the room still wearing diapers full time. Miss Carol smirked and came up with an idea, happy to make an example of the big baby sitting in her classroom. “Patty, can you bring Baby Cindy up to the front of the class for me please?” she asked Patty. The preschooler walked Baby Cindy to the front beside Miss Carol. Miss Harriet joined her on the side, standing close by the kids and getting a whiff of Baby Cindy’s bulging behind. Miss Carol looked at the class, “Well it smells like someone had a stinky accident huh kids?” she mocked, all the kids nodding and exclaiming “YES!” Baby Cindy looked around shyly with all the eyes on her being so judgmental. Miss Carol turned back to her, “Baby Cindy, did you make poopy on the playground?” Baby Cindy looked back and was so shy. She was used to the act but all the questions made her lose any big kid words she had left. “Patty, you were watching Baby Cindy? Didn’t you notice that she’s so smelly?” Miss Carol quizzed Patty, holding her nose and looking down shyly like she was in trouble. Miss Harriet decided to step in and cooed towards Cindy, placing her hand on her back. “Kids, remember Baby Cindy is still a baby.” she explained earnestly. “Babies like her don’t know when they need to potty like you guys.” More kids giggled and Miss Carol nodded. “Well if you don’t mind Miss Harriet, I want to check Baby Cindy with the class even if she isn’t so sure.” She smiled to more giggles from the crowd. Miss Harriet nodded, respecting what Miss Carol wanted to do and kneeled down next to Patty. “Patty do you wanna help me dear?” Miss Harriet asked her, Patty smiled and agreed. Holding Baby Cindy’s hand as they turned her around for the class. Cindy was suckling her paci and spacing out more as all the attention went to her, and specifically her bottom. Miss Harriet unbuttoned the onesie and pulled it open with a small gasp. “Oh Cindy hunny.” she tsk’d as she opened up the onesie to see a little bit of runny poop pushing out of the leg creases in her diaper. The back of her huggies were shaded a heavy brown, discoloring the dancing Bluey and Bingo palling around over her heinie. The class got really rowdy with giggles and ewws. Pulling up the onesie further showed the mess had crawled up her back and got on her onesie. Baby Cindy had a big blowout on the slide and the class couldn’t handle it. “Ewwww you can see all her poop!” The kids were giggling as Baby Cindy was turned around and blushing at all the noise, looking more shy at all their jeers. Feeling all of their negative energy as she started to well up behind her paci, genuinely not being able to help what the poop did in her diaper. “Now kids can we please go easy on Baby Cindy, it’s not her fault!’ Miss Harriet tried to hush the crowd, rubbing Baby Cindy’s back to calm her down. She sighed, trying to roll some positive in with this particularly embarrassing lesson. She looked to Patty who was blushing standing next to the huggies disaster beside her. “Patty sweetie. Do you know what it’s called when this happens to Baby Cindy?” Patty started to smile and nodded. “Baby Cindy had a diaper blowout Miss Harriet, sometimes my baby sister plays too long in her poopy diapers and then it starts to come out too” she giggled after she finished her sentence. “That’s right. Cindy is a very active baby and her diaper can’t always keep up with her.” Miss Harriet nodded and gave Patty a second star for the day. Not before saying, “And that’s why we need to tell a teacher when she needs a change. So she doesn’t get a rash alright?” Patty nodded bashfully and took her second sticker on her shirt. “Thank you kids for letting me know. I think It’s time Baby Cindy got changed out of this stinky old diaper.” Miss Harriet smiled and tugged Baby Cindy’s onesie back down, but not snapping it back, her full diaper peeking out below, giving it one last pat. “Can I please help Miss Harriet? I’m really good with my sister” asked Patty genuinely. Miss Harriet just chuckled. “I think I’m gonna handle her myself for right now. But maybe next time?” Patty nodded and gave Baby Cindy a pat on her thigh and smiled up. “Have a good changie Baby Cindy” she giggled, Cindy cooed sadly as her new friend sat back with her class. Miss Harriet went behind the stroller and got Baby Cindy’s diaper bag around her arm. She took Cindy’s hand and started leading her into the Preschool bathroom as Miss Carol got the kids attention again with a new story to be read. Baby Cindy waddled into the bathroom and started to head towards the potty to sit down. Miss Harriet held her back, “Sweetie just stand still please. We don’t want you getting your poopy on the big kids potty.” She rubbed her tummy with a smile and placed the diaper bag on the sink. Baby Cindy’s diaper bag was a necessity in most any situation, stocked with everything one could need looking after such a stinky big baby. Miss Harriet pulled out Baby Cindy’s Moana changing pad and rolled it onto the floor of the bathroom. “Come come, stand here please” she patted the floor and Baby Cindy waddled on top of it. Miss Harriet took off Baby Cindy’s Bonnet and set it aside, she pulled up her onesie and tossed it on the floor for now, it didn’t stand a chance against a Baby Cindy Blowout. In just her very smelly huggies, Baby Cindy sucked her paci and hugged her body. Looking down as Miss Harriet untapped her diaper and gently brought it to the ground. A big swath of brown covered the inside of the diaper, with plenty left around Baby Cindy’s waist. She had successfully caked herself in her own mess after the bumpy slide ride. Miss Harriet sighed a little and looked up at Baby Cindy, finding her smile again saying, “You can be quite the handful baby girl.” She chuckled as she started to use some baby wipes to clean off Cindy's mushy bottom. Baby Cindy felt her soft touch wiping her off, feeling cleaner as Miss Harriet worked through, wiping down her little privates, feeling them flinch a little at her touch but barely growing by any noticeable measure. “Patty looked like she really liked playing with you sweetheart.” she cooed. Putting down the last wipe as she spun Baby Cindy around to make sure she was clean from all her mess. Baby Cindy smiled, feeling less yucky and also cooing at her words. “So many of the girls love being able to help take care of babies, and you’re really the best baby I’ve ever seen Baby Cindy” she kept gushing to her as she balled up the messy diaper and put that on the side of the stinky onesie. She helped Baby Cindy down onto the changing mat, reaching into the diaper bag and pulling out a fresh Tykables Unicorn for her. “I’ve looked after a lot of babies hun, and I’ve never met one as obedient, darling, and quite as adorable as you Baby Cindy.” She pulled open the diaper and laid it down, scooting Baby Cindy up and sitting her back into the fresh crinkles. “Plus growing up is good and well for the other kids, but babies as special as you deserve to stay that perfect forever.” She cooed, rubbing Baby Cindy’s privates and bottom in diaper rash cream and adding a sprinkling of baby powder, filling Baby Cindy’s nose with all her favorite nice smells. “So don’t ever worry about making lots of pee pee and poo poo’s in your diaper baby for me. Because I’ll always be around to change them” Miss Harriet taped up her diaper and gave her a gentle tummy rub. Seeing Baby Cindy’s confident smile behind her paci as proof she was good as new. Baby Cindy sat up on the changing mat and bounced softly. Hearing the familiar crinkles of a clean diaper. Miss Harriet leaned over to peck Baby Cindy’s forehead. “All clean!” She smiled as she stood up and put the changing supplies back into the diaper bag. “Now we need to get you a new outfit Princess!” She looked down as the happy baby, rocking gently on the floor in her diapers and sketchers. Miss Harriet’s eyes lit up as she pulled out Baby Cindy’s spare onesie. A sparkly pink onesie with princess dress prints along the chest and tummy. Complete with poofy sleeves, back ribbon, and ruffles on the butt, it certainly made a statement for the wearer. “How darling!” Miss Harriet giggled as she showed Baby Cindy, who cooed happily at her new onesie. Mommy told her Sally picked it out for Baby Cindy’s birthday, and it was one of Sally’s favorites for her sister. She cooed and lifted her arms as Miss Harriet pulled the onesie over her head, bringing Cindy up and snapping the crotch and fixing out the frilly Princess outfit. “I don’t think that’s all” Miss Harriet smiled as she pulled out the final pieces for Baby Cindy’s outfit. A poofy bonnet with green gems on the brim. “I swear no one works a bonnet like you Baby Cindy.'' Miss Harriet giggled as she tied it around Baby Cindy's head. Next was a bedazzled pacifier, Baby Cindy felt her old paci replaced as well as a new frilly paci clip attached to the front. Last but not least was a little rattle toy, blinged out like a scepter fit for a baby. “Wowwe, you look like the most regal crinkler I’ve ever met Baby Princess Cindy!” Miss Harriet turned Baby Cindy around and showed her. She looked like the most frilly, fanciest baby who ever lived! With so many different odds and ends, Baby Cindy sucked her paci with her usual grin, not sure what else to do in the moment but bouncing around all excited. Miss Harriet folded up the messy onesie and put it in the diaper bag with everything else. She picked up the messy diaper in one hand and Baby Cindy's free hand with the other. Taking her out of the bathroom just as the preschooler’s were getting ready for naptime. “OH MY GOSH LOOK AT BABY CINDY” Patty screamed. All of the kids looked over and got a big reaction out of Baby Princess Cindy. A mix of oos, aahs, and giggles for sure as Baby Cindy was led into her stroller and smiled back at the other kids, shaking her rattler to more giggles. “Can we please play with her later!” Patty asked from her mat up at Miss Harriet, giving Baby Cindy the most glassy eyes in awe. “I’m sorry hunny, I gotta take Baby Cindy back to the nursery for her nap. She still needs to sleep in a crib. But she’ll certainly be back another day” Miss Harriet explained empathetically to the kids. “Now say bye-bye Baby Cindy” she called out, “BYE-BYE BABY CINDY!” They all spoke in unison. Cindy gave everyone a wave with her rattler as she was turned around and pushed out the door by Miss Harriet, leaving the kids to their nap. Baby Cindy and Miss Harriet made it back into the Nursery as naptime was already in progress. The blinds were pulled down and the infants were sleeping on floor mats, a few others taking cribs in the back. That was where Baby Cindy was heading. Baby Cindy was brought over to the crib area, where her specialty plush crib was set up among other smaller regular ones. “Wow, we're being visited by royalty today in the Caterpillar room huh?” giggled Miss Lauren. Getting a smile from Miss Harriet and Cindy. Miss Harriet unstrapped Baby Cindy and opened up the crib for her to climb into. Baby Cindy got on her back and the bars were pulled up. She saw Jessa, a pink poodle, one of Baby Cindy’s favorite nursery stuffies still in her crib. Snuggling it in her arms and giggling. Miss Harriet smiled back at her through the bars and pulled out an apple juice bottle cut with water for Baby Cindy. “Sweet dreams Princess” she smiled and gave her one last tummy tickle before walking away and letting the sweet nursery music play. Baby Cindy took a few sips of her bottle before she was lulled to sleep.
  4. Michael, don't you know I was born to turn you on? You must, you've told me it enough times. You've whispered it in my ear in public, making me blush and squirm as you laughed. You've growled it at me as you held me down at hit me with all your strength. You've teased me with it as I lay tied to your bed, unable to move. And I loved it each time. I love that I am that object for you, that toy, that serves that one singular purpose. I love that I do it so well, and that we both know I'll do it in anyway you want. I love how far you've taken me, you've pushed in that direction. My question is, can you see beyond that? (And do I care if you do?) ... "No... no I can't!," I say, shaking my head. There were tears in my eyes already, just seeing what they intended. Michael loomed over me, as he always does. I always felt smell next to him. "No? Are you arguing? Should I get the paddle, and we can have a nice long discussion about it?" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. My heard jumped. Even the threat made me more excited. I looked over at what the clothes they had laid out for me. I had played so many roles for them. I had been their pet, their slave, their baby, their maid. I had come out with them wearing leather vests and diapers under my clothes. However, there were still lines. "I don't know that I want that. Not yet." I whimpered. Michael walked to me. He put a hand on my shoulders, and the other reached down and cupped me below the belt. I gasped. "Are you sure you don't want it, diaper boy? Your cock seems to disagree." "I... I don't, Daddy." It sounded as fake as it felt. The truth was I longed for what they showed me, and had dreamed of it for months. The outfit itself wasn't that far off from dozens I had worn for them before. It was a onesie, bright pink and with a heart on its chest. It came with leggings and platform shows, and bows for my hair, which had grown longer and would undoubtably be put in pigtails. My leash was beside it, the collar was on my neck, and I already wore a diaper to go with it. With it, I knew they would probably tie me, and give me a gag to keep me quiet. I had worn the same before. What was different was what it meant today. I felt a hand smack the back of my diaper. Sarah came around my other side with an arm on my back. "Is that true diaper girl? I think its perfect for you. I think its perfect for you to wear every day from now on." "Uhhh..." I moaned. "Daddy, is she allowed to do that?" I asked as the other submissive teased me. To tell the truth, hearing someone who was herself being dominated talk down to me only made me crave more. If there was to be an pecking order, a huge part of me I was terrified of craved more then anything to be on the bottom of it. "Yes sweetie. Remember our ranking?" I thought back. We were both subs under him, but what we wore went beyond that. Regular clothes beat anyone cross-dressed, which beat anyone dressed as an animal, which beat, lowest of the low... "She's also in a diaper Daddy," I said. "We're the same." He shook his head. "Not anymore. Not when she's in her black diapers and her leather clothes, and you have your cute little printed diapies and onesie. You are the lowest here, and will still be from now on." My mind swirled. By far the most humiliating game they had played with me was this one. It was the one thing that pushed me right to the limit, the only that still made me begin to think of saying no. Now, they wanted to take me into public, in our club with all our friends, dressed like that. More, they wanted me to live like that, to come into their home and stay like that permanently. My heart jumped, and I wasn't sure if it was from disgust, fear, or joy. Michael turned me to face him directly. He put a hand on my diaper and pulled me in right next to him, and put the other on the back of my head. I looked away for a moment, but he turned me back, and for a second I thought he would kiss me. Instead, he just stared at me with his clear eyes. My breath caught, as it always did when I looked into them. "Are you sure sweetie? If you don't want it, you know your safety word. This can all be over now. Just say it, or let us dress you again." I was still, but was sure I was falling deep into his eyes again. Every time they hit me it was like all the will to argue left me. I felt myself melt and fall deeply into them, like a man possessed, and he did possess me. The image of me going into the club, crawling in his humiliating costume, all the nervousness it brought, fell along with my willpower into his eyes. Those eyes. It was always those goddamn eyes. ... Oh Michael don't you know you were born to turn me on? That is the part I'm not sure you understand. Or, if you understand it, you understand it all to well. It is everywhere and always to me. That feeling. That incredible, awful feeling. That arousal that is on my mind. That distracts me from work. That distracts me from relationships. That distracts me from all of life outside your impossible, clear eyes. The deep, painful knowledge that that you could get me to do anything you wanted no matter how bad I DON'T want it and the more I don't want it the more I want it because I know you want it because I don't want it and that makes me WANT it and I don't understand that. But you do, and that scares me. I am not in love with you. I am ADDICTED to you. I am OBSESSED with you, and with your impossible clear eyes. When I see them I feel like I am possessed, and I know I am possessed by you. I can stare at them for hours and not be sure what happened. I am addicted to your body. The tight, lean muscles. The strong arms, able to carry me, to pull me, to hold me down, even as I struggle (ESPECIALLY as I struggle) The size that has you always looking down on my ever so slightly, ever so noticeably, with your clear, impossible eyes. I am addicted to all you do to me. All our little games, all the strange clothes, all the things I never would have done if I never had met you. And I cant stop them. I can't stop wanting them. I don't know why I want them, I SHOULDN'T want them, but by god I do. By YOU I do. You are my god now. And that is what I am worried you understand all to well. There are lines I cannot cross, but I don't know what they are when I see those clear, impossible eyes. Not ever since I first saw them, those months ago.
  5. (Author's note: Please bear with me a bit on this one. This was initially a commission, with a story that was VERY dark, and VERY dirty. I've been trying to edit it from the initial version to follow the rules of different groups I post in while still maintaining some semblance of the original plot. Hopefully it will work out) "I don't know man, it seems suspicious." Ryan looked at his outfit up and down in the mirror. His best jeans, a black button up shirt, and hair combed neatly back. He turned to Jerald, his roommate, and looked at him with an eyebrow raised and moved his hands down his body as if displaying himself. "Why is that? You don't think she'd want someone like me? Am I not hot enough?" Jerald shrugged. "Well, you're alright, but she's a definite 10, and you're a..." "A what?" Jerald rolled his eyes. "What I mean is, you've been after this girl, Sawyer?" Ryan nodded at the name. "Yeah. Sawyer, who you've creeped on for months, and honestly it was kind of creepy to see. You creeped her facebook, talked to all her friends, and kept going into the coffee shop she owns. All that time, she didn't pay you any mind. Now, she suddenly invited you out of the blue to a new years eve party. Isn't that weird?" "Maybe she noticed how dedicated I was and decided it was attractive." "Maybe she noticed how creepy you were being and decided it was creepy." Ryan shook his head dismissively. "Then why would she invite me to a fancy party with all her hot, female friends? Obviously they want me." "You mean all the other girls you've creeped? Maybe they want revenge." Ryan laughed. "What? Revenge for being interested? And what would they do? Give me a spanking?" He laughed. His phone buzzed, and he looked down at it. A message from Sawyer read "almost ready? Remember to come by my apartment early, I have a surprise for you ;)' "Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." "They want you to show up at noon for a new years eve party?" "Yeah so?" Jerald shook his head. "Alright man, have fun. Be careful!" "I will!" Ryan put his jacket on and left the apartment, feeling his best. He entered the elevator and pointed finger guns at his own reflection in the mirror. "Ummm..." the elevator's other passenger, a tall blond woman, said. Ryan blushed. "Oh, ah, hi, just, making sure my clothes are alright." "Ok," she said, and covered her face to laugh. Ryan tried to run out of the elevator as soon as the bell went off, slammed into the door, then made himself wait patiently and walked out. He tried to ignore the women's laughter behind him. The walk to Sawyer's apartment was short but cold. He hurried along, eager to get to the apartment and promised party. Her texts called him forward, promising something he had longed after for months. Already, his stomach was turning over in excitement. Her apartment complex was far larger, and, he couldn't help but notice, nicer then his. Black steal and glass rose in dual towers in front of him, hinting at a garden, or possibly a pool, between them. He imagined coming back there to meet her in the summer, going into the pool at night, getting into all sorts of... He cleared his throat. He could daydream about that later. Right now, he had the real thing only minutes away. He found her bell number and rang it. "Hello?" Sawyer's voice came through. "Hi! It's Ryan! You told me to come early, right?' "Yes! We're just upstairs waiting! Can't wait to show you what we have planned!" "Wait, we?" Ryan asked. He heard a giggling from the other side, then Sawyer shushing the source. "Don't worry about it! Just get your butt upstairs!" The speaker clicked, and the door opened. Ryan walked it, and headed for the elevator. So there was more then one woman in her apartment. Ryan didn't know if that should disappoint him or excite him. On the one hand, Sawyer hadn't intended them to be alone together, which shut down his initial hope. On the other, she may still have expected to do something "fun," and it just meant more women would be involved. Her final comment did sound flirty, so he told himself he still had a chance. Her apartment was on the 20th floor. The elevator told him it was top, and he couldn't help but wonder what that said about the cost of where she lived. He had seen her working at a coffee shop, but he never knew what her role was there. From the looks of things, she was making a lot of money. He got out of the elevator. The top floor had a hallway with only two doors- one at the far left, one at the far right. Alright, so she made a TON of money, enough to own half a floor. He walked to the left and knocked. The door opened a crack, and Sawyer's long brown hair and hazelnut eyes popped out. She smiled at him. "Oh hey Ryan," she said in a voice he took as flirtatious. "Come on in! We are waiting!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him in. "Hey thanks for... what?!" Ryan gasped. The first thing he noticed was Sawyer's outfit. She was wearing a short, black dress, low cut and dotted with shining crystals. Beneath that, she wore lace tights and healed boots that rose almost to her knees. Ryan's mouth hung open for a second at the sight of her, and she giggled when she noticed. The second thing he noticed was that she wasn't the only one in the room. Three other women, all dressed similar, and all familiar. He swallowed. It was Alyssa, Jordan, and Liz, three other women he had been, in his roommate's words, "creeping." Each wore clothes that made Ryan's hear beat faster and his face slush. They lounged on couches, sipping champaign and waving at him. "I... I..." he stuttered. The women all giggled at him. "What's going on?" he blurted out.
  6. Chapter 1 Rejection hurt the most when it came in multitudes. Daniel Aster prided himself in his resiliency and independence. He didn’t care what any authority told him, he could bounce back from any criticism. If a critique held merit, he’d listen, and if it just broke him down without purpose, he’d ignore it. He knew he had power, and he knew that with the right training, he could control that power. He was a master warlock in the making. The first rejection slip that came on his doorstep, delivered by a curiously intelligent Peregrine Hawk, he ignored. There were over a dozen great Warlock schools across all eight continents. (Maybe Mundanes thought there were seven continents, but they hadn’t figured out indoor plumbing until the 19th century, so what did they know?) and plenty of smaller private institutions. It didn’t matter if one said no. The second slip, he laughed it off. ‘Fundamentally incapable of controlling power’ may have been a note in both papers, but what did that matter? He knew his control was a weak point, it just took one administrator to see that it could be improved, that it wasn’t hopeless. Besides, they saw his strengths, didn’t they? Good results on written exams, high levels of magical attunement–if it wasn’t for piss poor control, he’d have been a cinch. Eight rejection letters made his confidence waver. He now had a stack of forty. So many letters that they made his waste paper bin overflow, so many that animal control had been called to complain about the bird poop spattering cars in front of his home–bird messengers were traditional, but perhaps a bit inconvenient. When he got to be High Warlock, he’d see about getting official communication channels equipped with telephones and pagers. If he got to be High Warlock. You didn’t get elected to top positions without a prestigious degree to your name. For all his confidence, he admitted needed education, practice, and a good teacher. Nobody became a master on their own; even Merlin had learned from the fae. Only…that wasn’t quite true. He didn’t just need a teacher, he needed remedial classes, maybe a tutor–the kind of education he could only get with a lot of money or a top-tier school. He was like a toddler who’d never learned to walk while his bones were growing, and now required physical therapy to catch up; he knew he had the capacity but he couldn’t stand up to prove it. And with forty academies–public, private, long lasting institutions and barely-accredited night schools–all insisting he was unfit to be a warlock at all, Daniel had to admit that maybe they were right. Maybe. Lying on his bed, Daniel weighed his options. Give up, find a private tutor, bribe his way in–or keep digging for another school that he hadn’t already applied to. Maybe he could make an appeal to his upbringing–his dad had been Mundane, not a lick of magic in him. Only his mom had power, but naturally, she was a witch. Women’s magic worked off the same fundamentals as men’s, but the nuances were vastly different; Warlocks worked alone, with lightning responses and raw strength no witch could manage, witches pooled their magic into covens that operated more slowly but with more delicacy, more staying power. It was like the old saying–If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go together. Warlocks were fast. Or…they were in theory. Daniel had learned the basics of magic early, but he wasn’t fast, and nothing his mom had taught him had built speed. The catch-22 made him reel–he needed a teacher to get the speed and precision of a true Warlock, but his current abilities were so low that no school would take him. While he pondered this, another hawk smacked into his window, flopping onto the wrought-iron fire escape outside his apartment. He winced, walking over to open it, while the bird gave him an annoyed look. “I keep my space tidy,” he said, rolling his eyes as he untied the letter from around its neck, allowing himself to feel a spark of hope. “Not my fault you can’t tell clean glass from open air.” The hawk gave a croaking little caw, giving him a side-eye that seemed to say, ‘I’m better than you.’ Even the birds were looking down on him today. Once the note was in his hands, the bird squawked, flapped its wings, and took off to the skies once more. “Okay,” Daniel said, turning over the letter in his hands. “Let’s see what we’ve got…Berrier University.” A distance-learning outfit, Berrier had been just about his last choice for application, but it was at least a choice. He didn’t need to attend for the full course–he could enroll for a semester, get enough proof that he could handle his shit, and take those grades to a real school. He just needed his foot in the door. Holding his breath, he slid the envelope open and withdrew the note inside, mumbling the words as he read it aloud. “Dear Mr. Aster, We regret to inform you–” Something was wrong with the note; after reading those first eight words, all the letters turned blurry and illegible. He knew what the note said by heart, anyways. ‘Your control isn’t good enough, you aren’t fast enough, you don’t have the potential to be a warlock–you’ve got good grades on paper, go find work as an enchanter or something, maybe get a job teaching.’ And the message between the lines: ‘You’ll never be a real magician, so take the crumbs you can get. You just don’t have what it takes.’ “Dammit,” Daniel snapped, crumpling the note in his hand and tossing it into his trash bin. It bounced off the rim and rolled away. Annoyed, he snapped his wand–a stubby little thing with an ergonomic grip–off his desk and sent a shower of sparks at the note. It flopped into the air, overcorrected, and soared past the bin again. He tried the spell again, and it this time flew straight up, no closer to being thrown away than if he’d left it to sit. On the third time, he spat out a word and flicked his wand and–instead of levitating the paper–set it on fire. Eyes widening a fraction, Daniel blurted, “Shit,” and ran over, stomping out the flame before it could spread. He stared down at the ashy pile. (Goddammit.) (God fucking dammit.) (Are they right about me?) Grimacing, he went to get a dustpan and clean up the mess. A cleaning spell would have been faster, but the last thing Daniel wanted to do was confirm the worst belief he held about himself. He did have the potential, though. Daniel knew his strengths, and he knew his flaws–he was impulsive, he acted too quickly, he could be too stubborn for his own good. But he had a well of power inside him, one he could feel deep down in his core, the kind of power that warlocks of legend could only dream of. Maybe he was a little cocky, too, but who ever heard of a passive warlock? “Screw them,” he said aloud. “I’m going to get into one of these schools, one way or another.” He wondered about cheating, but that wouldn’t help either. Even if he found a way to pretend to be able to do things he couldn’t, he’d be found out too quickly; he needed something that would get him trained, not just that would get him in the door. His control was that bad–and, being honest, he couldn’t blame it fully on being taught the basics by a witch. Many witches, his mother included, had better control than him even though that was miles away from their field of expertise. And… And… And that gave him an idea. Sitting down, he picked up the phone from his desk, punching in his mom’s number on the hard plastic buttons. It rang twice, and then– “Daniel!” she said, excitedly. “How are you, sweetie? Everything still going okay in Seattle? Have you found a job yet? A girlfriend?” “I told you, I’m just here until I get accepted into college,” he said, scratching his chin. “Why look for a job when I’m leaving in a few weeks?” He heard her click her tongue, a noise she made when she was thinking. “Right, right–it’s just, you never call, how am I supposed to know what’s going on in your life?” “I’m calling right now!” He rolled his eyes. “Look, I was just curious–do you have your old records from when you were studying at Alphebeta?” “I’m sure I’ve got them somewhere,” she said. “Why?” He didn’t detect a hint of suspicion in her tone. Perfect. “For filling out one of these applications–I think it might help. Could you send that over?” There was a way to get the education he needed. If witches had better focus than him, he’d just go learn from witches. His poor control wouldn’t stop him from getting enrolled, and he could fake the rest. Daniel just had one obstacle to overcome: Alphabeta–and, for that matter, any other witches’ school in the world–was an all girls school. Of course it was; ‘all witches’ and ‘all girls’ were practically synonyms. Still, he had a way around that, too. He’d just need his mom’s records, a little sleight of hand, and a dress.
  7. Kim stood in front of the mirror, examining her own naked body. She was bare except for the collar around her neck, and the cold made her shiver. She knew deep down there was nothing wrong with her, a bit short perhaps, but she could never help but blush when she saw herself. She folded her arms in front of herself and looked down. Roxanne, a taller, broader, blond woman, stepped behind her. She smacked Kim hard on the ass and kissed her forehead. "You look adorable and hot," she said. "Though not as adorable as you are going to be when I'm through with you." "I know mommy, it's just..." Kim began to reply, but was cut off. "Ah ah ah," Roxanne said, waving a finger. "What are you?" Kim blushed. "Adorable and hot." "Good girl," she ruffled Kim's hair. "But...?" Kim smiled. "Not as beautiful as I'm going to be when Mommy is through through with me." "Exactly. And you can be adorable for Mommy?" She nodded. "Yes Mommy." "Good girl. Now you wait there and think about that while Mommy gets your outfit ready. I got a whole set of new clothes for you, and I think you are going to LOVE them. Or, you may hate them, but I'll LOVE seeing you in them," she teased. Outfit. That word, and all its implication, ran through Kim's mind like a slow burning fire. It made her shiver, both with excitement and with nervousness. However, for the moment, she pushed it out of her mind to obey her dominant's orders. I am adorable and hot. She told herself. And I will be more adorable when Mommy is through with me. She heard Roxanne preparing everything behind her. She heard the sound of plastic tearing and being twisted, and of cloth being straightened and lain out. Thoughts of what it could be filled her mind, but she dashed them said to focus on the mantra. I am adorable and hot, and will be more adorable when mommy is through with me. I can be adorable for Mommy." 'Mommy' appeared behind her in the mirror and put her hands around her. She kissed her on the cheek. "Were you thinking about what I told you?" "Yes mommy" she replied. "Good girl. Now turn around and see the outfit I picked out for our little get together." She chuckled. "For my little subby to wear to our little get together." Kim turned around, and immediately blushed. "Oh god mommy!" she said. "All of that?" "Yes sweetie, all of that. It's far from the worse you've worn." "Yes but we are meeting people! And its so... so pink!" And entire outfit was laid out in front of her, in the order she would be putting it on. The center piece of it was the one thing that, though to anyone else might seem the strangest, she had anticipated: A fluffy, plastic adult diaper. It was the one constant part of their games, the reason she invariably called her dominant "Mommy" instead of any other term. This one had four tapes on it, it was pink with pictures of tiny princesses and unicorns on it, she recognized it as a "Princess Pink" from the nearby "Rearz" store. That was expected, though she normally didn't go for the pink. The rest of it was what changed. Beneath the diaper she had laid out knee high stocking striped pink and white- the only thing below the diaper, she noticed. Above it was a pink onesie, dotted with hearts, attached to a tutu-like skirt. To be honest to herself, it wasn't far off what she normally wore. The main difference was the overuse of the one, annoying color, which managed to add an entire new level of embarrassment to her normally already embarrassing outfits. Realistically, wearing a diaper and a blue onesie wasn't much better then a diaper, pink onesie and skirt, but it was still surprising to see the new clothes. "Come on, lets get you dress princess," Roxanne said. Kim buried her head in Roxanne's chest. "Mommy, does it have to be so... girly?" She asked. "Of course sweetie! You are a girl after all." "Yeah but... it's just a lot for meeting new people." Roxanne chuckled again. "Awww poor baby. You know they already expect to see you a diaper and baby clothes, so I don't think this will make much of a difference, you know?" "I know..." "Come on sweetie. As I always told you, it is ABSOLUTLY possible to sissify a girl, and hopefully your blushes today will prove it. Now enough bratting or I'll spank you. Lie down and let mommy diaper you." Kim smiled at her and lay down beside the outfit, lining her hips up roughly with the diaper. Roxanne looked down on her and picked it up. She opened it up, stretched it out slowly, and began ruffling it, letting Kim watch each step. "Come on mommy, we need to get going." Roxanne smiled. "Ok baby girl, you know the drill." Kim lifted her hips and let her lay the diaper under her, then spread powder over it. She lowered herself down, and watched as Roxanne lifted the plastic between her legs and taped it on. "Good girl, behaving for mommy," Roxanne said. "Now, one foot." Kim lifted one leg and let her drag the sock on, then followed with the other. Roxanne helped her to her feet, and pulled the onesie and skirt over her head, then closed the snaps between her legs. Finally she reached into her pockets, to pull out a pink bow and a pacifier. She popped the pacifier into Kim's mouth and tied the the bow into her hair before turning her to face the mirror again. "Well baby girl, how do you like it?" She stared at the reflection. It was a strange sight, a grown woman with an obvious diaper bulge beneath a ridiculously childish costume, and even stranger knowing that grown woman was her. She rolled her eyes and pretended to be upset, but couldn't hide her own smile. "It's awful mommy," she said sarcastically. Roxanne smacked her hard on the diaper. "No whining silly, its what you'll be wearing. She breathed in deep. "I know. Are you sure its going to be ok?" "What do you mean? You've worn far worse for me." "Yeah but not out in public, and not to meet people. We aren't going to far?" Roxanne shook her head. "No, its ok. I know you don't want people noticing your widdle diapies and and baby clothes, so for once Toronto's winter will benefit us because you get to wear your big winter coat over it." "And the people we're meeting? You sure you won't tell?" "They are friends, and they are kinky too. They will be dressed just as badly." "Mutually assured destruction?" Roxanne nodded. "Exactly. If they tell we tell," they both laughed. "Anyway, I'll be there with you. Just hold my hand and keep your coat closed on the way over, and it will be ok. Ok sweetie?" "Ok mommy," she said, and Roxanne kissed her forehead. She decided she was going to follow along, though she was still nervous. She ended up exactly as she had been instructed. She wore a long overcoat that reached down to her feet, which she clutched tightly with one hand. Her other hand held Roxanne's just as tight, and she pulled herself in close. She also wore a woolen toque to hide the bow in her hair, though realistically that was the least of her worries. Each step, if she went to far, risked exposing the long patterned socks under her boots. Each gust of wind, if she didn't hold on tight enough, risked exposing her tutu, and worse, her diaper. Tall skyscrapers loomed in front of them as they passed rows of terraced houses. Kim couldn't pay attention to any of it however, and barely noticed where they were going. Instead, she watched each person they passed, looking for any sign of humor or surprise on their face. Another couple, a man and a woman, passed them. Their eyes met, and she nodded at them. They nodded and smiled back. Part of her mind told her the normal greeting was laughing at her costume. Though she knew it must be otherwise, in her head her diaper bulged out way beyond the coat, and each breeze meant her onesie and the pacifier hanging around her neck was exposed, the smell of powder was constant, and the crinkling of the plastic was as loud as a trumpet. No matter how many times she went out and no one noticed her underwear, the feel of the diaper pressed around her still made it impossible to concentrate on anything else. "Waddle waddle," Roxanne whispered into her ears. Kim jumped up and straightened out. THAT certainly was another thing to worry about. Roxanne, who knew all about the headspace being diapered in public put her into, couldn't but tease. She tried to narrow her gait so it wasn't obvious there was thick plastic and cloth between her legs. Roxanne switched the hand she was holding Kim with and pulled her close. The now free hand reached down and squeezed her diapered rear, then patted it hard. "You know I can still hear your pampers crinkling, little girl. You think they can too?" She released Kim from her grasp and pointed at another group, this one larger and seemingly made up of university students, that was coming toward them. "#&@" Kim said. "Its cute how your swearing gets blocked out but I can say fuck all I want." Kim blushed and held her breath as they went on. The students laughed and chatted, and none of them paid her any mind. "Hmmm you lucked out diaper girl," Roxanne said. She patted her bottom again before taking her hand. Kim groaned. "STOP. I mean please stop mommy," she whispered. Roxanne only chuckled. Kim, desperate to change the topic to anything but her costume and her embarrassment, spoke out loud. "So where is it we are going Mo... Roxane?" "Just some friends of mine. Found them online for a group with similar interests, and met the girl a few times. Her boyfriend just moved in with her to be more like you, and we figured you two could have a playdate." Kim looked down at her feet. "What are they like?" Roxanne smiled. "Its ok sweetie, you'll see when we get there." Kim groaned, but decided to stop pressing it. She still wanted distraction from thoughts of her diaper and outfit being exposed, so she pressed the conversation in other directions, and Roxanne humored her by following along in the conversation. For the walk, Kim followed her dominant around instead, and ended up being pulled into doorway that let them re-appear in another part of the city. "I never get used to that," Kim said. "Yeah I'm still surprised they don't teach it in all schools." The nonsensical explanation was ignored by the readers, most of whom were as inattentive and silly as characters and probably belong in diapers, and the couple continued into another brown brick row house. Roxanne knocked, and her phone dinged. "It says 'come in, we're ready and waiting :)." The couple went in. The home inside was small but cozy. A two story apartment, with a doorway Kim guessed lead to the basements, and decorations a mix of solid wood and video gamed themed models which showed the two personalities that lived there. "So who is this couple?" Kim asked. "You're about to find out," Roxanne smiled. "Now take off your coat," she said, helping her with it. The door in front of them opened up, and back of a head with dyed red and green hair appeared. "Come on sweetie, meet your friends!" The head said in a high, teasing, feminine voice. With two hands she lead another figure. Kim could see the outline of a young man, dressed in a full footed onesie made to look like sonic. She saw a mouth sucking a pacifier, then brown hair, and... "SCOTT!??!" Kim shouted. "Ramona!!?"
  8. Hello everyone! I just finished a project of mine, which I worked on for some month now. Over the years, I commissioned pictures of my Human OC getting adopted and babied by a Pokemon-Family, after he somehow landed in this strange, new world with only Pokemon. The art is from different artists and the outfits sometimes don't match with previous pictures, but I think that's a bit more fun^^ Here a link to the first page of my story caption: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54775194/ I hope you enjoy the story and pictures^^
  9. "I can't believe mom is making me take you on this stupid doll factory tour!" Cody whined. His sister Amanda says "Well I been wanting to go to this for awhile plus they got new dolls being made and it's a huge surprise. Something thats never been done!" They both start walking with the lady of rhe tour. Cody bored decides to go on his own tour. He quickly evades the group and his sister. His sister is too focused to on tour to notice he's gone. Cody finds a room labeled "keep out secret testing in progress". Cody intrested goes in and it's super dark but can hear machines going. The lights then come on and couldn't believe his eyes "he saw life like dolls same size of him but they were robots looked so real like humans. They were all in packaging except one was ripped open. "I wonder who opened this" Cody confused. Then from behind two arms grab him its the doll that was missing from the box "well well well looks like I found my replacement. No way I'm going to be somebody's baby dolly but I'm sure you'll be perfect for them" The doll takes him to this slide and throws him down "have fun with your new life. I'm about to start my own new life" the doll chuckles. Cody slides down then lands on a conveyor belt. A robot size doll that's bigger then him scans him. "Hmm I don't remember boys being part of this baby doll project but I guess they are going for sissy baby. Well let's get you ready and set to go" The robot grabs Cody but before Cody could say anything she sticks a pacifier in his mouth. "Now now no talking back its time to put you in a nice thick diaper but first we got to shave you down there" The robot then shackles him down to a chair and a bunch of hands rip his clothes off leaving him butt naked. The robot then grabs him and puts him across his knee. Cody trys to fight but the robot spanks him on the butt. Cody crys and immediately stops moving. Now lets shave those boy bits. The razor comes down and shaves his balls, dick, and butt hole. "There thats better but I think I feel someone is getting hard we can't have that can we. Now I'm going to remove your pacifier and if you try to talk back it goes right back in". Cody complies with the robot then waits for his next fate. The robot grabs a baby bottle filled with a little of milk then grabs his dick then lubes it up. And starts milking Cody till he makes loads of cum in the bottle. Cody felt so good he couldn't fight back. His orgasm was so amazing but them the robot grabs a chastity cage for his small soft dick. "Now we can't have you playing with yourself. Your new owner will decide when to unlock you. So be a good baby" the robot then locks his dick up and feeds him the bottle full of his cum and milk. "You got to be big and strong so protein was important for your milk". Cody can't believe he just drank his own cum. The robot then gets a giant thermometer but this one wasn't for mouth it was for rectal. Cody whines "Hey come on please no not that! " before he could back away the robot flipped him on his back and stickes thermometer up his butt. Cody could feel his dick precumming from feeling the thermometer hit his prostate. "Let's see well you look pretty healthy but ewww gross. Seriously do you not wipe your butt or clean down in that butthole. No no you need to be cleaned but also taught a lesson". The robot reveals a enema bag then grabs a diaper. "It's time for you to get a first experience of using your diaper at least!". The robot sticks the enema up his butt then starts shooting the water up his butt. She then diapers him up and plants him on her knee. "Now show mommy what a good girl does in her diaper". Cody tried to hold it but his butthole failed and realized a toxic messy wet poopy into his diaper. Cody cried like a baby while the robot laughed and bounced him. "Get use to it. I'm sure your owner will enjoy you so much. You look so embarrassed and blush it's so cute!" The robot then changes his diaper and wipes his butt hole very well. Before she diapered him she slipped a suppository up his butt. Then gets him dressed. Putting a small skirt barely coveting his diaper. And a shirt that says sissy boy on it. She then carries him to a box and ties his hands and feet up. "Well it's been fun but let's show you off. I'm sure someone will buy you". She put him on a conveyor which leaded to a show room. Which everybody was starring at him laughing. They couldn't believe their eyes but that wasn't even worse part. His sister Amanda saw him and approached the box. "Hey il take him please". Cody then says "omg Amanda am I glad to see you. Hey you got to untie me from this and get me out of here and....*click*" Amanda took a picture with her phone. "Now listen here sissy diaper boy I'm now in charge and your going to do what I say from now on or I can send this to all your friends" Cody scared "come on Amanda you can't do this I'm your big brother. You cant... ugh..." Cody felt the suppository taking effect. He couldn't poop himself infront of his sister. His sister smiled and knew what he was about to do. "Well looks like the baby needs to go boom boom. Daww well you are wearing a diaper go ahead show your new big sister how to fill a diaper" she then hits record on her phone to capture everything. Cody let's out a huge fart then his diaper starts to drop down from all the poo entering his diaper. "Noo this can't be happening. Im not a baby." Cody whined. Amanda smiled "peeeyeww baby bro you sure know how to pack them diapers like a pro. Looks like I got a fun pic and a video too. Here's the deal if you don't want both of these out. I mean the video is going to be way worse then picture but your going to tell mom that you want to bond with me more by being my new diaper doll toy. And... wait what's this" Amanda spots a key on the box that reads "key to chastity cage" Amanda laughs "oh my gosh I heard about these. Wow now your really going to be all mine. If you ever want to wank your little wee wee off then I suggest you better listen to everything I say. Also we got to get home my friends are coming over and I can't wait to show them to you. Plus il need help changing that stinky diaper. Gosh who knew boys took big dumps"
  10. John's life is going to change forever after his neighbor's college-student son starts flirting with his wife. Diapers, forced feminization, cuckolding, and forced bi are included. You can find the first two chapters of this story on my Patreon - patreon.com/LittlerWriter . Chapter three is coming out this weekend. You can also find other stories, including Rebecca’s Second Babyhood, Evelyn’s Regression, Regressing the Older Sister, Miss Helena's Ballet Academy for Immature Mothers, A Mother's Mistake and so much more. Captions, photos, short stories, and everything related to ABDL role reversals. ................................................................................................... Prologue Everyone was looking at him. His son, his son’s wife, his mother, his colleagues, his neighbors, his friends. Even his own daughter. They all witness his new status. Diapered and dressed in the most ridiculous pink baby romper. All eyes were on him and his wife, who stood behind him like a proud new mother. Besides her, the source of John’s nightmares and the reason he was being paraded in such a state: Jacob. Or as he knew him now, Daddy. Chapter 1 John’s Mistake It was another picture-perfect summer afternoon in a quaint suburban neighborhood. The lush green lawns stretched endlessly under a cloudless azure sky, punctuated only by the occasional tree. Neighbors gathered in small groups and engaged in amiable conversations as the mellifluous scents of grilled food permeated the air. John Thompson found himself that day, displaying his success and wealth in the face of his neighbors. Few of them were aware of who John was before he invited them to an evening BBQ. They were going to find out. At least, that was John’s hope. With an uncontrollable mixture of pride and anxiety, he had spent days meticulously preparing for the occasion. Friends and neighbors were all present, enjoying the warmth of sunshine and the good company. But there was something wrong with how things were playing out. None of them seemed to care. John was such a successful engineer with a big house and a sexy wife. No. Attention was turning to his neighbor’s young son, Jacob. He stood out among the crowd; his rugged athleticism was accompanied by an air of confidence, his gaze piercing yet magnetic. Everything John wished he had been when he was in college. A football star. A popular young man. Not even all his money could change that now. Compared to the young man, John was simply uncharismatic and a bit chubby. Had he not had enough money to buy her everything she wanted, he doubted Sarah would’ve married him. And if he needed a reminder of it, he could just as well see how she flirted with the athletic barely legal young man. Their looks exchanged sparks John had never gotten from his wife, and it enraged him. Feeling jealous, John did everything he could to keep Jacob and Sarah apart for the rest of the evening. But it was to no avail. Whenever John wasn’t looking, Sarah would jump in to entertain the young and handsome athlete. They didn’t even care if people were around, judging their not-so-subtle flirt. Maybe Jacob wasn’t flirting. Maybe he was just being nice to a more mature lady. John needed to know, so he rushed to meet the young, handsome man. “Hi there, I’m John,” he said, extending his hand, “You must be Robert’s son. Jacob, right? Jacob shook his hand with a firm grip. So firm it almost made John cry in pain. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Thompson.” “You play ball, right?” “That’s right. Do you like football?” John hesitated. He honestly wasn’t into sports, and he thought of those who were as lesser. If Jacob was just another jock, there was nothing to be worried about. Success was a matter of intellectuals like him. He smiled, “No. Not really.” “Figures.” “Excuse me?” “Figures,” said Jacob with a very clear and husky voice, “Sorry. I was having a very pleasant conversation with a beautiful woman, but she had to run some errands. I think she’s back,” he said, pointing with his eyes at John’s wife. “That’s my wife.” “I’m aware.” “She’s beautiful. Isn’t it? I’m a lucky man.” “If you say so.” “What were you talking with her?” Asked John, losing his patience with the handsome young man. Jacob smiled, “Nothing you should worry about. Now, if you excuse me.” And without hesitation in his movement, Jacob left John standing alone as he made his way back to Sarah. John couldn’t enjoy the rest of the evening. Not even the compliments of his neighbors and peers could wash out the sour taste of Jacob emasculating him. His sour temperament turned the remaining of the evening into hell for him and the rest, so it wasn’t a surprise when the party was over sooner rather than later. “Why are you still here?” asked John when he entered his beautiful home. There, sitting on his couch, was Jacob. Next to him was John’s wife. They had a gland of wine in their hands and were chatting as if they had known each other forever. “John! Don’t be rude,” said Sarah, a little bit tipsy, “Jacob wants to help with the trash. Robert wasn’t feeling well, so he asked Jacob to help us.” “That’s right. My father didn’t want to leave you alone with the cleaning,” said Jacob, smiling charmingly, “He’s a good man.” “You are so thoughtful and eloquent,” said Sarah. “Oh,” said John, not knowing how to proceed,” I guess that’s okay.” Thirty minutes later, John noticed Jacob wasn’t cleaning around much. Neither was his wife, for that matter. They were sitting inside, chuckling together as Jacob shared his latest football victory. John wouldn’t have said anything, but when Jacob placed his hand on Sarah’s leg, he knew he had to act. He couldn’t let this happen, not in front of him. “Hey, Jacob,” he called out, sounding more confident than he felt. “Can you give me a hand with something?” Jacob raised an eyebrow. “I need to move the grill. It might rain tonight.” “Rain tonight?” Asked Sarah, “It hasn’t rain in a month.” “Sure thing, John,” said Jacob, standing up, “It’s good to be cautious. Lead the way.” As they walked towards the shed, John couldn’t help but feel that Jacob’s demeanor had changed. He felt angry. And his anger felt like a monster compared to John’s petty jealousy. “Are you flirting with my wife?” “Yes.” John wasn’t expecting such a blunt answer. He expected Jacob to apologize and blame the alcohol or something. He didn’t know how to react. But his anger turned into rage, and without any control over his body, he tried to punch Jacob in the face. But the young boy blocked it easily. John, on the other hand, didn’t block Jacob’s punch. It hit him right in the face and made everything around John blurry. “Don’t stand up again until I tell you so, or you’ll be sorry,” said Jacob. But John didn’t listen. His rage was enough to get him back on his feet, even when his brain kept telling him not to. “I tried to warn you.” Jacob punched John right in the stomach, so hard, close to his bladder, that the impact had an immediate consequence. A massive amount of urine found its way through John’s underwear and pants, running down like a constant flow until John was sobbing in a puddle of his own making. He was in too much pain to notice it at first, but the warm feeling around his legs and crotch soon caught his attention. And if that wasn’t enough, Jacob’s laugh brought him back to reality. “You fucking loser, you peed yourself.” “You can’t talk to me like that. I’m an adult. This is my house,” John said in between sobs. “Do you feel like you are in any position to complain?” Jacob laughed, reveling in John’s humiliation. John’s face reddened, his cheeks burning with shame. His heart raced, and his breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Tears welled in his eyes, no matter how much he tried to fight them back. What would he say to his wife? “Enough!” he snapped, attempting to regain some dignity,” Get out of here. Get out of my house!” “You look like a little kid throwing a tantrum.” “Get out! Get out! Get out!” Jacob stood right in front of John, towering over him, “Make me.” John didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t even think about another beat-up. So he looked away, defeated. Humiliated. Wondering what Sarah would say if she saw him like this. “I thought so. Now, let’s go. Sarah needs to see this.” John froze right there. He couldn’t let his wife see him like that. It was bad enough she had been flirting with Jacob all day, but this humiliation. He just couldn’t. “Please, no,” he said, now crying in desperation, “Please. I’ll do anything you want.” “You will. But I’m still showing Sarah what you did. What do you think she’ll do?” “Please, no!” But Jacob didn’t care. He grabbed John and, to his surprise, carried him like a father would carry a toddler, as if John was weightless. Not caring about John’s soaked pants. Or the fact he kept crying against his chest. “Your life’s about to change,” said the younger man.
  11. "What are you wearing?!" she asked, or more demanded. She glared at Alex up and down. "I um..." Alex blushed and looked away. "I don't know..." "Answer my question. What. Are. You. Wearing?" Alex blushed deeper. "My normal clothes." She faked surprise. "Those are your normal clothes? Look at me." Alex glanced up to meet her eyes and nodded. "Yes, they are." "Oh really? Doesn't seem like they should to me. What kind of underwear are you wearing?" "What?!" She looked at him sternly. "What kind of underwear are you wearing?" She repeated. "Boxers." "Oh? So you aren't wearing pretty pink panties? Or a diaper? Or anything like that?" Alex blushed at the question. "No!" he said. "Why not? And where is your collar?" "I... ummm," he looked down. "I don't know." Normally, the answer should be easy. Why should he, a grown adult man, wear anything like that? Here, however, it was different "Mhmm. Just as I thought. And what else are you wearing?" "I'm wearing boxers, jeans, a blue t shirt, and running shoes." "And what the fuck are you wearing that here?" "I... I don't know." The question may have seemed strange in any other location. He was wearing his normal clothes, the clothes he would normally wear in any normal event. However, this wasn't a normal event at all, at least until a few weeks prior. This was more emphasized by woman asking him the questions. She wasn't dressed in anything that might be seen as "normal" elsewhere, but here she fit in perfectly. Her tight black pleather corset, thigh shorts over fishnet stockings and knee high heeled boots, and long black rod in her hands all matched the dark room he stood in. Alex glanced nervously around at the dog cage, wooden X cross, and waist high stocks that filled the room among similar, equally frightening implements, and wondered which he may end up in if he wasn't careful. The only thing not matching stood at the far end of the room. It was a large camera, facing toward a bare corner with a mirror, and attached to a computer at a desk. Though it was perhaps the most "normal" part of the room, it was the part that made him blush the most, especially knowing it was there for him. She glared at him again. "Take them off. Now." Alex gulped and obeyed. He reached for the bottom of his shirt and lifted it slowly over his head. He then looked at her. "And?" she asked. He reached down for his belt buckle and slowly began undoing it. She let out an annoyed sigh. "Alright, let me do it." She walked up to him, and pushed his hands away. She then undid it herself and forced his pants down, leaving him in just his boxers with his pants in a pool around his ankled. WHACK Alex gasped as the strap hit him across the thighs, taking him by surprise. "I don't want to see you dressed like this here again. Is that understood?" She hit him again, and he gasped. "YES! I'm sorry, I won't AAA!"" he stopped as she hit him. "What made you think you could dress like that here, knowing what you were coming for? And you didn't even bring a change of clothes? Are you that stupid?" "I just, I uhh... You didn't specify." "What?" "You didn't specify, so I dressed as I normally would," He explained. It was partially true. The reality was, being new at this game, he was still nervous about it. Her not specifying was a solid excuse to avoid a long bus ride worrying about a bag full of embarrassing clothes. WHACK! She hit him harder then before, and he yelped loudly. "So its MY fault?" She hit him again. "No! I just didn't know!" She reached for his underwear, and with one hard tug, tore it off. She then took the scraps and shoved them into his mouth. "So you couldn't figure it out? Is that what you're telling me? That you're too much of a dumb little sub to even figure that out?" "Mmph," he said, unsure if he should talk. She whacked him again. "Answer!" He yelped and reach his hands to his thighs, and felt tears forming in his eyes. "Yes!" He said. The sound came out muffled, but she seemed to understand. "Then say it. And take those naughty boxers out of your mouth to answer so I can hear it clearly, then replace them." Alex sighed. A week ago, that question would have meant nothing to him. A year, what he was doing wouldn't even have crossed his mind. However, things had changed. Or more, they hadn't at all. Not long ago, he had been working a stable job with a solid income, and had no issues affording what he needed. Now, he worked the same stable job with the same income. The problem is everything ELSE had changed: mortgage, gas, groceries, everything cost more and more, and the same salary felt like less and less. So, he had to make a decision. He could reduce his spending, penny pinch, thrift, live off of KD and baloney... or he could turn to his other talents to make extra money. After too many bills and too many weeks of issues, he settled on the latter. And now, because of it, he had to answer a ridiculously embarrassing question for someone he barely knew. "I dressed this way because I'm too much of a dumb little sub to even figure that out," he replied. "Oh? And what else?" He sighed. "I am a dumb, helpless subby, too stupid to think of things myself, and who needs someone to think for me. I am too stupid to take care of myself and should obey smarter people like you." "What people like who?" "Smarter people like you." "Undies back in your mouth, now." He obeyed, and shoved them inside. "Good boy," she said, making him blush even deeper. "Then lets get you dressed appropriately, and since I am the smart one who gets to make decisions, I'm going to decide, ok?" He nodded, and let out a muffled noise that stemmed from "Yes mistress." "Good boy. Now, lets hurry, the cameras are rolling." Alex sighed. Even that one phrase- "good boy," was something that shook him. He didn't know what he was more embarrassed about- how much he hated it, or how much he enjoyed it. She took him by the hand and helped him out of the jeans and shoes. She then led him to the centre of the room and pointed her rod at a mat, and hey lay down. She left, and returned with his clothes. Alex sighed when he saw it, but nodded. First up was a bright pink diaper. "Lift your butt," She said, and he obeyed. She lay the plastic garment underneath him, spread powder liberally into it, then taped it on snugly. "Feet up," She commanded. She grabbed each of his feet and pulled knee high stockings onto them, then followed them with high heeled shoes. "Good boy. Now, stand up." She reached down and dragged him up. Alex wobbled in his heeled shoes. He was more used to them then most men, but he still had issues with balance. "Good boy. Here I'd have thought you'd have mastered the heels by now," She smiled. "Now, arms up." Alex sighed again, and put his hands in the air. She reached up over him and pulled a light pink dress over his shoulders and down to the bare top of his thighs, leaving plenty of skin, as well as the bottom of his diaper, exposed. She patted him on the bottom. "Good boy, what a good, dumb little sissy sub. You are going to look so cute for my cameras." Alex blushed and looked down. "Thank you mistress," he mumbled from behind his ruined boxer. "And finally, since this isn't a drag show, but a BDSM one," she grabbed each of his hands and put them behind his back. He heard a clink, and she backed away. Alex's hands struggled, but he found they were securely locked in handcuffs. The dominatrix walked around to the front of him, holding the coup de grace- a pink leather collar, with two parts held together by a golden heart, and a long leash attached. She looked him in the eye. "You having second thoughts, or are you ready? Isn't this what you said you wanted? "The best possible advertisement," you said?" Alex met her eyes and nodded. She reached to his neck and clipped on the collar. She looked him up and down, admiring her work. "Good boy. What a good, dumb little pampered sub, ready to please his mistress. You want to see how you look?" He shook his head. "Too bad, you are going to anyway." She pulled him through the dungeon to a mirror and pointed at it. He cringed at what he saw. Himself, bound and tied, wearing the most humbling clothes the professional dominatrix had in her arsenal. Each step- from his high socks, to the printed diaper, to the pretty dress strong over his broad, masculine shoulders, to the collar on his neck, all made him blush deeper. "Are you ready for your add?" she asked. Alex sighed again. Think about the money, he told himself. Its all for the money. It was all for the money of course. The thing was going from writing for fun to writing for money meant sacrifices on topic matter. He nodded. She took the underwear out of his mouth and turned him to face the camera. Think of the money, he said again. She smiled at him. "One more thing for your outfit." She walked back into the dungeon, and returned with a silver crown. She placed it lightly on his head. "Do you feel like a princess, little sissy sub?" "I don't think princesses normally need to do this sort of thing for money," he replied. She laughed, and walked behind the camera. Some lights turned on, and she cued him to speak. He gulped. Think of the money, Think of the money, "Hello. This is ABAlex speaking. I am an online kink writer who does short stories and longer works for pay. I'll write BDSM, ABDL, sissy, or anything else you want, as long as anything dirty is solely with adults. I'm here to tell you my patreon and commission pages are now open." He kept his smile on through the small speech, and held it afterward. The camera was still on. He glanced behind it, at the woman sitting cross legged facing him. "Good boy," she said. The smile became harder to force as she took out a handful of bills and started ruffling through them. "Now, what else do you think you'd do for money?" she tossed some bills in front of him. Alex looked watched them fall. It was already more then he expected to make for the add. What would she want? He kept his smile on through the small speech, and held it afterward. The camera was still on. He glanced behind it, at the woman sitting cross legged facing him. "Good boy," she said. The smile became harder to force as she took out a handful of bills and started ruffling through them. "So what exactly would you do for money?" she tossed some bills in front of him. Alex looked watched them fall. It was already more then he expected to make for the add. What would she want?
  12. "Awe, what's wrong little sissy," my mommy asked me as we pulled into the driveway. "I don't want to do this," I replied. "What," Mommy said. "You've been saying for months how much fun it would be to have a sissy play date. Now that I've set one up for you, you want to back down?" "Yes," I answered. "I know I said that, but I meant like watching cartoons and coloring with another person in diapers and dresses. This is a sleepover, and you won't even be there!" "Well too bad sissy. Now get going," Mommy said as she stepped out of the car. "Everything is already set up, and I have plans tonight that I will be late for if you keep dragging your feet. So unless you want to come home to a punishment tomorrow you'll put some pep in your little sissy steps." Mommy took me by the hand and led me up the walk to the house's front door. She rang the doorbell, holding my hand in a vice-like grip. A diaper bag was slung over her other shoulder. The door was answered by an older woman, hair starting to gray. She and Mommy embraced in a warm hug. Mommy then handed her my diaper bag. "Hi Kathleen," Mommy said. "Everything little sissy Brian needs is in there. Sorry he isn't wearing anything. He is nervous about his sleepover with Sam tonight, and was being fussy so I didn't have much time to get him ready. Thank you so much for doing this tonight though." "I don't worry about. You know I love dressing up sissies," Kathleen said. "You didn't need to pack all this though. You know I have plenty of diapers for the two little sissies." "I know, but I didn't want to take advantage. I will be by to pick him up tomorrow at 10:00 though," Mommy said. Turning her attention to me, she said, "now Brian, you be a good sissy tonight and listen to everything Aunty Kathleen tells you. She has my permission to punish you any way she sees fit, and if I hear you needed a punishment, you can bet it will be worse when you get home tomorrow. Now give me a kiss goodbye. " Chastised and blushing, I gave Mommy a kiss before being pulled into the house by Kathleen. Kathleen then closed the door, causing Mommy to disappear from my view. "Now, should we get you properly dressed?" Kathleen asked me. "Yes Ma'am," I replied. Kathleen then took me by the hand, leading me deeper into the house. We headed up a flight of stairs, stopping outside of A soft pink door. Kathleen opened the door, revealing an adult baby nursery that every sissy baby dreamed of having. A crib with a twin sized mattress dominated one corner of the room. A changing table with diapers stacked underneath dominated the opposite corner. Both were covered in restraints that could completely immobilize anyone using the furniture. A large rocking chair occupied a third corner of the room underneath a large window, and sex and baby toys were scattered across the floor of the rest of the room. "Once you are properly dressed you can go play with Sammy. Does that sound fun Brianna?" Kathleen asked me. She started undressing me instantly, so I don't think my answer mattered beyond avoiding punishment for being rude. So I responded, "Yes, Ma'am." Kathleen untied my shoes first, making me rest my hand on her back while she pulled my shoes and socks off my feet. She then unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them and my underwear down in a single smooth motion. Kathleen made me rest my hands on her again for support as I stepped out of the leg holes. I wanted to cover myself with my hands in one last act of modesty, but as my arms moved down Kathleen caught them and lifted them up above my head. Then, she pulled my t-shirt up above my head and I was naked. Once undressed, I was ushered up on top of the changing mat, and Kathleen buckled a single strap across my waist, holding me onto the table. "Your momma would be so upset if something happened to her little sissy, so I need to take extra special care with you, don't I?" This time, I left it as a rhetorical question and didn't respond. Kathleen bent below my eye site for a second, returning with a diaper thicker than any I had ever seen before. Kathleen set it on my chest. So I could stare right at it, while she pulled out the other supplies she needed. I wondered how badly I would be waddling in the diaper until I felt something cold around my balls. The diaper blocked my view, but I could tell that Kathleen was putting my chastity cage on me. Chastity was a kink that my wife and I often indulged in with one another. But having your wife lock away your cock was one thing, and an older woman who had never touched you intimately before was entirely another. Normally, I was hard as a rock and my wife had to use a cold washcloth or another trick to get me into the cage. This time, I was so timid about being locked up by Kathleen that my cage was almost too small for me. "I have no idea why your mommy said I should expect trouble getting your cage on you," Kathleen said as she sealed my dick in with a click. "You have such a well behaved sissy clitty for me." Kathleen then lifted my hips up, slipping the diaper underneath me. A liberal cloud of powder soon coated my chastity cage and butt crack. I turned and twisted on the table as Kathleen rubbed the powder into my diaper area. Sam often had a bruised ass when I hung out with him, so I knew Kathleen wasn't shy about delivering a spanking. Because of this, I tried to stay still, but it was also deeply embarrassing having Kathleen touching my genitals so thoroughly and business-like, as if I were nothing more than a child she was babysitting. Satisfied that my nether regions were thoroughly protected from diaper rash, Kathleen then taped the diaper up with the same efficiency. Kathleen then ran her fingers through the waist and leg bands, checking the fit of the diaper. Satisfied, she slid a pair of plastic locking panties up my legs. Once they covered the diaper, Kathleen released me from the changing table, so she could roll me onto my side to lock the plastic panties on with a click. I wasn’t allowed off of the changing table until she had given the panties a few test pulls to make sure they wouldn't come off. After the diaper and plastic panties were put on me, Kathleen went digging through Sammy's sissy closet for an outfit for me to wear. She was in there for a minute before she popped back out with an armful of clothes. First, Kathleen had me put on a simple white camisole. Then came a very frilly pink dress, with ruffles and frills on both the skirt and shoulders. Kathleen made me raise my arms above my head while she slipped it over my head. She then zipped it up my back. A small click indicated she had locked the dress around my neck when she had fully zipped it up my back. A bright white corset was then wrapped around my torso. Since it was more decorational than for waist shaping, Kathleen only tightened the corset until it was mildly uncomfortable. Next, Kathleen snuck a matching pair of bloomers up my legs and over my diaper. Lastly, two petticoats were slid up my legs and around my waist, adding a nice poof and flair to my outfit. "You make such a lovely little sissy Brianna," Kathleen said. "Now you just need a lovely little wig and something to cover up that unfortunate addition God put on your throat. You be a good sissy and stay right there." Kathleen left the room, leaving me alone. She was gone for a while. At least long enough for me to be bored, and start swishing my skirt and petticoats back and forth, watching them twirl around my waist. Kathleen caught me off guard as she reentered the room. "A sissy and her skirts," she said as she walked back in, a box in her arms. I blushed, embarrassed, while she pulled a blonde, ringlet wig out of the box. "We discovered, Sammy is more of a brunette than a blond, so he doesn't wear this one much." Kathleen placed a wig cap on my head, then slid the wig into place. A few adjustments and a pink headband later she was finished with my hair. To complete my outfit, a pink ribbon was tied around my throat to cover up my Adam's apple. "Now you look like such a darling little sissy," Kathleen said. She didn't let me look at myself in the mirror though. Instead, she took me by the hand, leading me out of the room and back downstairs to her living room. *Part Two* Set up in the center of the room was a large playpen. Another sissy sat in the center of the playpen, half heartedly pushing two teddy bears around in front of them while baby cartoons played quietly on the tv. The sissy in the playpen was Sam, or Sammy, the person I was having a "sleepover" with. They were dressed in a yellow baby party dress, wearing a brunette bob wig with a small bonnet tied around their chin. As Kathleen helped Sammy stand up out of the playpen, I saw his skirt was stiff enough and accompanied by enough petticoats that the bottom of his diaper and plastic pants just peeked out between his legs. It was interesting, seeing Sammy and Kathleen so close together. Unlike my mommy, who was only a few years older than me, Kathleen was older than Sammy by a couple of decades. The marked age difference and between Sammy and Kathleen, and his appearance, truly made Sammy appear to be a child, even though he was only two years younger than I. "Now, doing each other's makeup and nails is a classic sleepover activity for girls. I was thinking you two sissies would love doing that for each other, wouldn't you?" Kathleen said. "Yes mommy," Sammy said. I simultaneously said, "Yes aunt Kathleen." "Alright, both of you be good and sit on the floor, while I go and get the makeup," Kathleen said. Sammy and I knelt on the floor as Kathleen left. We sat there in awkward silence, neither of us sure really how to start a conversation in our present state. Kathleen finally returned, makeup caboodle in one hand and a bag of makeup brushes in the other. Setting the items down, she said, "Ok, which one of you wants to be made up first?" After an awkward silence, I eventually raised my hand. "Good sissy Brian," Kathleen said. She sat on the ground in between Sammy and I, and began unpacking all of the things she had brought down. First, she directed Sammy in applying foundation to my face, then eyeshadow, blush, and lip gloss. Once Kathleen was satisfied with Sammy's work, she had me do the same, following the same steps of dabbing the foundation onto Sammy before gently coloring his eyes in a yellow eyeshadow to match his dress. Then a forced smile so that I could brush foundation onto the apples of his cheeks. Finally, strokes of lipgloss left a pink glittering shimmer on his lips. Kathleen showed us the results of our makeovers in a small hand mirror. Overall, they weren't great. I knew I could have done a better job with my makeup myself, and I knew that I didn't do a great job either on Sammy's makeup. It had been the first time I had put makeup on another person though, and I am sure Sammy was in a similar boat. Painting each other's nails went much better though. This time, Sammy went first. He was much more confident with the nail brush than makeup brushes, painting my fingernails in smooth baby pink streaks. Once my fingernails were coated in the delicate pink lacquer, my toenails received the same treatment. I then had to sit, hands and toes spread while my nails dried. The process was then repeated, as Sammy applied a second coat. When he was finished, my nails were a solid, baby pink color, and, unaccustomed to regularly having my nails painted, the paint gave my fingers an unusual weight. When my nails were finally dry, it was my turn to paint Sammy's nails. Kathleen had me paint his nails in a bright red that stood out when contrasted against his dress. As I finished the first coat, Kathleen had me gently sprinkle a little glitter across his fingernails, so that it got stuck in the nail polish. The second coat then sealed the glitter in, giving his nails a nice sparkle in addition to the red color. As we waited for Sammy's second coat of nail polish to dry, his stomach began to grumble with hunger. "Awe, is someone's tum-tum saying it wants din-dins," Kathleen teased. "Well don't you worry. I'll make a nice dinner for my two little sissy babies. Now I only have one high chair, and since his tummy is growling, I am going to feed Sammy first, is that ok Brian?" "Yes aunty Kathleen," I replied. "Such a helpful little sissy. No wonder you're Mommy never has to punish you. Unlike this one," Kathleen said, pinching Sammy's arm playfully. "Since you are the better behaved sissy, I am going to leave you here while I put Sammy in the high chair. Then I will put you in the bouncer so you can work up an appetite for dinner. Will you be good and sit here quietly while I do that?" "Yes Aunty Kathleen," I said again. She then helped Sammy stand and led him into the kitchen. Kathleen was gone for fifteen minutes before she returned, a padded, harness-like object in her hands. There were two long straps on the thing in her arms, which she connected to two pulleys suspended from the ceiling. I then stepped into the harness, holding my skirts and petticoats up, at Kathleen's command. She then lifted the harness up around my waist, gently tucking my petticoats and skirts intonthe waistband of the harness. A set of straps then went across my chest, holding the harness tight against my diaper, and holding me tight between the two straps connecting me to the ceiling. Kathleen then tightened the straps, so that it was just uncomfortable to stand flat footed on the ground. My wrists were then placed in two cuffs attached to the straps. She then unrolled a black mat, spreading it out underneath me. Two pads were connected to the mat, which she stuck just inside the leg bands of my bloomers. "From what your mommy has told me, you will enjoy this as much as Sammy, even if you won't admit it. It will also make sure you are nice and ready for dinner," Kathleen said as she plugged a cord extending from the mat into an outlet. As soon as the prongs connected, I jumped into the air, feeling an electric shock jolt through my legs. It happened again and again, and without any active effort on my part I was soon bouncing away. Kathleen had a smirk on her face as she left to feed Sammy. It didn’t take too long for me to connect that the pads on my legs and the mat I kept landing on were making a circuit that was providing the shocks. They weren't painful, so much as an unpleasant sensation in my legs. I couldn't tell if it was the sensation, the surprise of the shock, or a reaction from my legs but each shock launched me into the air, keeping me bouncing away. I tried curling my legs underneath me, once, to try avoiding the shocks. All this brilliant idea accomplished was giving me a diaper wedgie that crushed my balls and rammed my chastity cage unpleasantly into my crotch. I had no concept of time while bouncing away, but eventually I was able to collect my thoughts and think about something other than the shocks. The actual bouncing sensation felt rather good, causing my diaper to rub against me in a way that soon had my dick straining against its cage. I could also feel my diaper and the harness putting pressure against my butt. I was eventually wishing I had something inside of my ass, so I could fuck myself to orgasm while I bounced away. When Kathleen finally returned, she was leading Sammy from behind, who, in addition to his previous outfit, was sporting a massive bib covered in baby food and a pacifier bobbing in and out of his mouth. Kathleen unplugged the mat and pads from the wall, letting my feet land and stay on the ground. My legs were shaky as they landed on the ground. I realized that I was panting for breath, exhausted from my constant bouncing. Kathleen released me from the cuffs and harness, and I dropped on the floor, legs wobbly from the bouncer and exhaustion. I stayed on the floor, panting and trying to get the feeling back into my legs, until Kathleen had Sammy strapped into the bouncer. She then led me away into the kitchen while Sammy sucked a pacifier while bouncing away. Kathleen brought me into the kitchen, where a pink polka dot padded high chair with a white plastic tray was set against an island. Water streaks drying on it indicated it had just been thoroughly wiped down. Kathleen pulled the tray off the high chair, and helped me into the seat, fluffing my skirt and petticoats so that they would sit just right and not be ruffled by the tray. She then buckled straps across my shoulders and waist. Two more velcro straps pinned my arms firmly against the sides of the chair. Two final straps, one over my thighs, one over my ankles, bound me firmly to the chair. My legs could do little more than shuffle along the footrest while my arms could only wriggle at my sides. Kathleen then clicked the white tray into place. Kathleen started by affixing a bib, more akin to a hairdresser's cape, around my neck. It was so large it used multiple buttons to secure it around my neck, rather than tying in the back like a normal bib. She then placed two large baby bottles of milk on my tray. Next came a bowl of a thick, white pasty substance. Lastly, Kathleen placed three jars of baby food on the tray. Reading the labels, I could see the contents were peas, squash, and carrots. Kathleen opened each of the cars, stirring them into the bowl with the white substance using a large soup spoon. Kathleen then dipped the spoon into the mushy mixture. Her mouth opened to start making a noise, but before she made a sound I opened my mouth to swallow the heaping spoonful. "Such an obedient sissy," Kathleen said as I wrapped my lips around the spoon. I coughed and sputtered trying to choke it down. It had an unpleasant taste combined with a vile mouth feel. Remembering the mess across Sammy's bib, I guessed that he enjoyed his dinner as much as I did. Kathleen was unphased by my reaction. She giggled to herself as she scooped up another spoonful bringing it to my mouth. I swallowed it, if only because I was determined not to get as messy as Sammy had clearly gotten during his feeding. While I was technically successful in this goal, I still got much more baby food on me than I liked. Kathleen would waste just long enough for me to choke down most of a spoonful, before feeding me the next. This made it inevitable, with each spoonful, that my mouth wouldn't be ready to receive it, and the food would smear onto my face or be scraped off the spoon and down onto my waiting bib. Kathleen didn't let me have any milk until I had eaten all of the bowl of mush. She then held the baby bottles to my lips. While I could control the rate at which I suckled, short air breaks were the only reprieve I had from anything other than drinking down the milk. I felt bloated by the time I had finally finished everything. Thankfully, Kathleen quickly wiped my face off and removed the bib. My Mommy must have shared with Kathleen how much I hated to be dirty and that it would remove me from subspace. Kathleen left me in the high chair while she washed the bowl and baby bottles. She then inserted a paci gag into my mouth, buckling it behind my head. I was then freed from the numerous restraints, and led back into the living room. Once Sammy was freed from the bouncer, Kathleen helped both of us into the playpen, where we were left to color in some coloring books. Part 3 "Wha vas hat groth pace?" I asked Sammy once Kathleen had left the room. "Wice pudding," Sammy gurgled out from behind his pacifier. I noticed he wasn't gagged, just obedient by not removing his pacifier. "Do you eath thath othen?" I continued. "Mothly on weethends. Mommy wets me eath normal fooths on worthdays, buth on weethends iths nether anyfing sowid," Sammy continued. I didn't ask him any more questions after that. The lisping induced by the pacifiers put an unfortunate damper on the ease of conversation. So instead we colored with our crayons in silence. We could hear Kathleen cooking dinner for herself in the kitchen. It smelled far more delectable than our meal. The smells of the kitchen though were replaced by a less pleasant odor as time wore on. I couldn't believe that Sammy had just let loose, messing his diaper like that with me right next to him. I knew toilets would be off limits with Kathleen as our caretaker, but I figured he would at least have tried to go when Kathleen could change him right away. From all of the milk I drank at dinner though, I did wet my diaper fairly well dur8ng our time in the playpen. Around half an hour later she returned to the living room, but didn't even comment on the foul odor that now hung in the room. Instead, she said, "You two have been such good sissy babies for me. How would you like a reward of going out for ice cream?" Sammy said "Yes please mommy," with excitement. I couldn't tell if his enthusiasm was real or fake. I suspected that we would be going out for ice cream dressed as we were, and I could feel my stomach start to rumble. I knew Inwould be soon doing the same action Inhad judged Sammy for about ten minutes earlier. For these reasons, I stupidly said. "No tank you pwease. I don wantha go outhide wike dis." "Oh, and you were being such a good little sissy Brian," Kathleen said, before brusquely yanking me out of the playpen and back up to the nursery. I put up no resistance, partly because I was deep in a submissive space at this point, partly because I was worried all of the walking would make me poop myself sooner. Kathleen sat down in the rocking chair in the nursery, and almost immediately afterwards had me down across her knees and the arms of the chair. Before I had a second to prepare myself, I felt a paddle slapping into my diapers with a loud WHACK. The diapers offered some protection, but soon the pain of the paddle was coming through and I was dancing across Kathleen's lap from the whacks and swats. She was merciless in her punishment, the blows coming hard and fast. Just when I thought my ass could take no more, she switched to my thighs, delivering a series of blows to my left, then right thighs. I doubted I would be sitting at work much Monday after this spanking. "Now, choose your next words carefully, sissy," Kathleen said, her tone adopting an iciness that broke nothing but fear. "Is there something you would like to ask me?" On the verge of tears, I stuttered out around my paci-gag, "Pwease Aunthy Kaffween, can I go outh for ith cream in my pwetty dwess, ethen though I hath been a bad thithy?" Kathleen's tone changed instantly, and she responded in her normal motherly voice, "why of course you and Sammy can go out for ice cream in your pretty dresses, and you haven't been a bad sissy dear." Kathleen then led me back downstairs, me awkwardly waddling in her wake. She slipped a pair of high heels on each of our feet, and fhen asked "Is it ok if Brian sits in the car seat Sammy, since he's our guest?" "Yeth mommy," Sammy responded. The car seat was impressive, and like the bouncer, made my submissive sissy heart do summer saults with glee. In Kathleen's van, one of the seats had been removed and replaced with a car seat that had extra padding, pink of course, with a hard frame that fully enveloped a person from their head to their butt. A five point harness kept them held tight against the chair, while two cuffs prevented anyone from freeing themselves on their own. It took almost no time for Kathleen to have me hooked and bound within the car seat. In fact, it took her a longer time to tie Sammy to his seat in the car, immobilizing him as well. With us two sissies bound and restrained in the back of the car, Kathleen pulled out of the garage and onto the road. She drove for nearly an hour, taking us to a place far outside of town. During the car ride, I messed my diaper several times. Each time, I thought I would be feeling the urge to go soon, but before I could control it, I would feel myself messing my diaper. I suspected that Kathleen put something into our food, since normally it took an abnormal amount of effort for me to mess my diaper. I noticed from a few grunts and moans that Sammy too was continuing to use his diapers. I really did enjoy the bondage of the car seat, but I would have enjoyed it more under different circumstances. My bottom was extra sensitive from the thrashing it had received, and every time I added to my diapers load, either through wetting or messing, it just irritated it more. I spent the majority of the long car ride fighting the restraints trying to find a comfortable position. Nearly an hour later, as it was just growing dark, we pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream stand out in the country. Before freeing Sammy and I, Kathleen went tonthe back of the van, and removed what turned out to be a life size stroller. She then removed the pacifiers from our mouths, and freshened up our lipstick. I was the first one freed, released from the car seat only to be sat in the stroller. It was almost identical to the carseat in terms of restraints and bondage. The only real difference was that my seat was now made of a thick canvas and I was angled at sixty degrees. I had a feeling this was a subtle way of Kathleen preventing me from standing while we got ice cream. With me restrained in the adult stroller, I could do nothing but continue to helplessly fill my diaper in small amounts and feel it smear against my sore bottom. Sammy was prevented from having too much freedom for himself via a collar and leash that were placed around his neck and tied to the stroller, respectively. Kathleen parked us near the van, at one of the farther away picnic tables, before leaving to go order us ice cream. "Does her baby food usually make you mess your diapers like this?" I asked Sammy. "Yeah. That's why I only am fed it on weekends." He replied. "Also, don't worry, Mommy brings me here a lot. The owners are kinksters too, and so are a good majority of the customers. There are a few vanilla customers that discover the place and wanded in, but they only really advertise this place in the kink community as a place you can go for some light public play." "That's good." I said, trying to be nonchalant. Actually, this was a massive relief to me. I was always self conscious about going out as a sissy, even to kink spaces. I had never worn a diaper to a kink party, and outside of a few ageplay events at private homes, had never been a sissy baby in public before. If I wasn't so deep into sub space at the moment, I probably would have been having a mental breakdown. Kathleen returned, carrying two bowls of ice cream and a milkshake for herself. She pulled out two baby spoons from her purse, sticking them into the bowls of ice cream. She then handed one of the bowls to Sammy, who was allowed to feed himself. I had to be slowly fed the ice cream by Kathleen. Normally, I inhaled ice cream. Having to use these small spoons and take such delicate little bites made it take forever to eat the ice cream. About halfway through our bowls of ice cream, a large bear of a man came over. "Is that Kathleen and little baby Sammy I see over here," the man said as he approached. "Why, I barely recognized you in the dark. Oh, and it looks like you have another little sissy. Who is this?" "Hi Robert," Kathleen said. "This is Sissy Brian. He is having a sleepover with baby Sammy tonight. Since they were such good little sissies, I thought I would take them out for ice cream. Sammy, aren't you going to greet Robert?" Sammy sat his ice cream down, then stood up, needing to take a step nearer to me on his heels to not be choked by the collar and leash. Robert obliged Sammy, taking another step as well. Robert would have towered over Sammy, were it not for his heels. These gave Sammy just enough height to kiss Robert on each cheek before giving him a kiss on the lips. "Hello Sir," Sammy then said. Robert then leaned down toward me, his face a few inches from mine. I knew he wanted a greeting from me as well. The welts from my previous paddling were acutely noticeable in my dirty diaper, so I complied, not wanting to receive another punishment. I strained against the restraints of my stroller, reaching up to give him a soft kiss on each cheek before one on his lips, which went longer than I intended. I don't know if that was my subconscious doing or his. "Hello Sir, nice to meet you," I said to Robert. Robert's face was bristly from his beard, and his lips were dry and chapped, whereas I don't think stubble could be felt on my soft face and lips. The contrast between us at that moment truly had me feel like a simpering, pathetic, pantywaist, and my cock was straining against its cage to become hard as a rock. Robert sat down where Sammy had been seated, scooping the sissy up onto his lap. He gave the sissy a few bounces on his knee, making Sammy blush and moan. Then, he struck up a conversation with Kathleen, and began feeding Sammy the rest of his ice cream. I was curious just how familiar Robert was with Kathleen and Sammy, being that he could just start feeding him without asking him, or even Kathleen if they were ok with it. Robert dominated most of the conversation, talking about some recent trip of his to Boston. I didn’t know him, and calling the conversation vanilla would indicate it was more interesting than it was, so I zoned out, losing myself in my own little world of eating small bites of ice cream, feeling a twinge in my stomach, and filling my diaper a little more. I wet my diaper a couple of times as well while eating ice cream, which was a weirdly pleasurable experience. As I sat, I wondered how my diaper was holding up. I never used my diaper this much with my Mommy, and it was safe to say this was the most I had ever filled one. My musings on the structural integrity of my diaper were interrupted by emptying my bowl of ice cream. I was embarrassed to re enter reality, with Kathleen gently rocking me back and forth in the stroller while Sammy was once again being gently bounced up and down on Robert's knee. "It's getting late. This little one almost fell asleep here on us. I better get these sissy babies into their crib for the night," Kathleen said. "Good idea," Robert agreed, setting Sammy on his feet on the ground. "They could also use a bedtime bath too, boy do these sissies reek." Sammy and I turned a crimson shade of red from the comments about the state of our diaper. Robert gave Sammy a goodbye kiss, before giving Kathleen a hug and patting me on the head before heading back to his own car. Kathleen took us back to ours, transferring me once again from the stroller into the carseat, and tying Sammy into his chair, before taking us home. I woke up to Kathleen gently rubbing me awake. Apparently, I had passed out as soon as the car started moving, and was sleeping deeply the entire car ride, despite my bondage and the state of my diaper.
  13. Hello Babs and Bigs (and all others!) I've been pulled out of the woodwork by The 3rd Kasarberang Story Contest! The NON-CONtest #3 ! Seriously, a thousand thanks to Kasarberang for these, otherwise I would probably never get the gumption to write. Now, I know the contest has very specific themes, and I've selected a couple of them, but they're secret for now, 'kay? I'll add them as tags later, but you don't want to spoil your appetite! So, here I am with a new tale, perhaps a bit based on a somewhat recent horror film, but it's already rapidly evolved into its own thing. With no further ado, here's the first course of "The Kids Menu" First Course - Amuse-Bouche “That’s not even the best part,” Tyler continued, passionately oversharing about his most recent obsession. Sarah smiled widely, her long light auburn hair whipping in the sea breeze, but her attention never broke from Tyler. She reveled in every little excited motion he made as he fixated on every fine detail of his story. She gave every outward appearance of profound interest, laughing, gasping, and even giving him light touches at the right moments, but the truth was it was at best a mild distraction from what had occupied her mind for months leading up to their date. But Tyler was none the wiser, carrying on what was one of the best conversations he had in years, with someone who but days before was a total stranger. It had to mean something, a deep connection, a kindred soul, maybe even love at first… The boat’s horn blew, ending both of their reveries, and turning their attention forward. The nearby conversations ceased just as abruptly, as the dozen passengers took in their destination. The private island that would serve as their paradise for the weekend was almost supernaturally beautiful. The crystal clear emerald waters lapped on the soft sand beach, from which a short wooden dock awaited their vessel. The sun dipped just behind the lush tree line, providing shade for the dock while keeping the sand warm. As the boat began to dock, Tyler could barely make out the path through to their villas and the main hall which would serve as their communal eating area for the duration of their stay. While he sat there taking in the sights, Sarah stood up and leaned over the boat’s railing, watching as a school of brightly colored fish darted past. “Ty, come look!” she shouted, pulling his attention towards her. His head whipped towards her, his shaggy sandy blonde hair falling in his eyes. As his hand wiped his vision clear, he froze and went red in the face. The short pale blue sundress that had framed Sarah’s assets quite nicely until now, had ridden up far enough that even the gentle breeze threatened to flash him. “Sarah! Y-y-y-,” he stammered, hiding his eyes, and gesturing furiously for her to come down. Sarah giggled inwardly, but feigned shock, yanking her dress down and shuffling over to Tyler. “My hero,” she whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. His blush only intensified, but was accompanied with a genuine smile. She milked the moment by resting her head on his shoulder, a safe spot for a quick gaze to confirm a certain stiffening in his pants. Had she been a better person, she might have felt bad for how easily she was playing him, but things being what they were, she was loving every second of this. And, so far, so was he. Tyler would have been content staying in that moment for the whole weekend, but as the other passengers emptied out, he caught the skipper’s eyes and realized it was past time they get moving. He opened his mouth to speak such to his date, but as brief scenarios of saying the wrong thing flashed in his mind, he choked back the words. Again he opened his mouth, and shut it just as fast. He repeated this cycle for nearly a minute before Sarah decided he had suffered enough and lifted her head, miming a stretch. “Ty, babe, we shouldn’t keep them waiting,” she instructed him after taking an exaggerated look around, “it’s rude.” While he processed the change in tone, she stood up first and offered him a hand up. Not thinking any better of it, he meekly took it and stood to realize the rising problem in his pants. As he tried to pull his hand down to try and reposition or cover himself, she pulled his hand harder, and before he knew it they were both on the dock, in full view of everyone else. Without taking time to properly orient himself, he spun away from the group in front of him, and ran into a towering woman. Stumbling, he found himself caught by her firm, yet gentle hand. Her scent clung to him, sweet and strange, foreign and fruity. “Aren’t you an eager one?” she asked rhetorically, talking about him, but addressing the crowd more than she was him. She bent down slightly, both giving him ample view of her more than ample chest, and bringing her eyes nearly in line with him. “Just be careful where you point that thing, okay dear?” Having lost almost all higher brain function, Tyler nodded sheepishly. After feeling a firm prodding in his back from Sarah, he added “Y-yes ma’am.” “Miss Margot,” the woman before him corrected immediately. Tyler’s mouth hung open, his head listing to the side slightly. “It’s ‘Yes, Miss Margot’,” she said, pinching his jaw between two fingers. “Y-e-s,” he formed the sounds as she moved his mouth, “M-i-s-s M-a-r-g-o-t.” “Excellent,” she said dropping his jaw and pulling herself back up to full height and addressing everyone but him once again. “During your stay on my island, you are my guests, and welcome to all of its amenities. However, as your host, I do insist on at least some… decorum. The very least of which, is to refer to me as Miss Margot,” she turned her attention back to Tyler, “understood?” “Yes Miss Margot,” everyone echoed back with varying levels of enthusiasm. Some shouted it joyfully. Others recited it calmly. Tyler for his part barely broke a mumble. The introduction seemingly now complete, Sarah slipped her hand in his, and led the two off the dock along with the other guests. As they walked, she snuck a look back at Miss Margot and mouthed ‘thank you’, getting a gentle smile in return. The two continued to walk hand in hand across the beach, then down a shaded path to the heart of the island. Far ahead, a guide-woman explained the layout and features of the resort, but none of it registered with Tyler, and Sarah didn’t seem to pay it much interest. When they did arrive at the site of the main hall, Sarah split off from the group, still leading Tyler by the hand. The walk had done his head some good, but he hadn’t been able to reemerge from the shell his frightened psyche had retreated into. For now, his only link to the world around him was Sarah’s soft fingers, wrapped around his. It was more than enough. They quickly arrived at a beautiful villa. Thatched siding and roofing hid the modern materials employed in its construction, a solitary skylight breaking the illusion. The whole thing stood more than his head’s height off the ground on thick wooden pillars. As she led him up the rustic stairs to the doorway, he noticed the villa wasn’t as freestanding as it looked at a glance. A hallway ran, camouflaged, to the main hall, joining with one other along the way. He incorrectly assumed this was a matter of convenience, a way for them to reach the central hub of activity for the resort without leaving the comfort of the indoors. It did but that was only a secondary benefit. The door handle chimed as Sarah touched it, stealing Tyler’s attention from the hallway, and a moment later the cool air conditioning spilled out of the open door. “Magic touch,” she commented, waving at him with the fingers of her spare hand, then pulling him the rest of the way inside. The door swung shut quietly until it was closed, when a heavy lock clicked automatically into place. Sarah flopped onto the spacious bed in the center of the room, pulling Tyler down beside her. The two lay in silence for a long minute, still holding hands. “I’m glad, uhm,” Tyler lost his words as quickly as he found them, happy to return to the restful silence. “Me too,” Sarah replied, turning towards him, propping herself up on an elbow. “Not every day you get whisked away for a weekend in paradise by a beautiful woman you met just days before on a silly dating app, is it?” Tyler laughed, feeling the weight lift off his chest, lighting off more than just the day’s worries, but feeling free from what had become almost a lifetime of regrets. Regrets that washed back in like a wave of the sea, weighing him down once more. Noticing him tense back up, Sarah kissed his cheek. “I’ve got just the thing,” she said, getting up and strolling to the mini-bar. “There’s a fruit that grows here. Like, only here,” She explained while mixing various juices. “It’s called Heartfruit,” she paused, lifting up a plump, pink fruit that, true to its name, looked like a cartoon heart, “and it’s really quite fascinating, both medicinally and culinarily.” She tossed the fruit to him and one bumbling catch later, he examined the softball sized fruit. The skin wasn’t just thick, but hard and smooth, almost like a candy coating. “The skin, meat, juice, and seeds each have their own unique properties,” she continued, vigorously mixing the drink, “including some pretty fascinating neurological benefits.” Tyler sat up a bit at that word, ‘neurological’. Despite his years of undiagnosed depression, he recoiled at the idea of anything that might unknowingly alter his brain. It may not work right, but at least it was a misery he understood. So he barely drank more than a single beer in any given month, and would have been too afraid to get high, had anyone ever offered him the chance. He set the Heartfruit down on the bedside table, and dug for any excuse not to partake. Sarah finished mixing the drink and turned around to see the rising panic in Tyler’s eyes. She set the drink down and knelt in front of him at the foot of the bed. “Ty?” she asked, slowly raising a hand to pull his face towards hers. Tyler began to sniffle and cry. He was about to blow it again, lose everything all because he couldn’t stop being such a fool. When he felt her hand press against his cheek, he sniffled hard, and looked at her. He paused, then sniffed again. His tears cut off rather suddenly as his brain tried to piece together the strange smell. It had a sweetness to it, like a… foreign fruit. “That’s a good boy,” Sarah said, lifting the glass to his lips, and helping him drink down the Heartfruit cocktail. Tyler didn’t, couldn’t resist.
  14. My wife knew what my day had been like as I slumped into the passenger seat of her car. “Rough day at work?” She asked as the car pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. “You have no idea,” I replied. “It’s like no one believes that I can just, do my job competently. My car being stuck in the shop doesn't help either. Thanks for picking me up honey.” “Well, you can’t blame them,” My wife said. “After all, you are still Mommy’s little diaper wearing sissy. A little sissy diaper baby. Who’s Mommy’s little sissy diaper boy?” She said, her voice dropping into the teasing, mocking tone of baby talk. “Who’s Mommy’s little sissy diaper boy?” She asked again, looking over at me when I didn’t respond to her initial question. “I am,” I said, picking up at her words. “Yes you are. Yes you are. So smart, so smart. Such a smart little sissy diaper boy,” She continued on. “Do you need your diapers? I bet you need your diapers tonight, don’t you?” “Yes please, Mommy.” My wife smiled, and the rest of the drive continued on in an excited silence for the evening to come. Before we went home my Mommy/wife decided to stop at the grocery store. “I think I will make a nice yummy steak for myself tonight,” She said as we grabbed a cart and entered the store. “And we will make a nice, yummy smoothie for my little sissy. A steak is far too hard for a little sissy to eat. You need something soft and nutritious.” I tried following my wife around the store as she shopped, but, worn out from work, I began lagging behind her. About halfway through shopping, Mommy turned and sternly said to me, “That’s it little sissy, hands on the cart. If you aren’t going to be a good boy and stay with Mommy I am going to make you keep your hands on the cart so you don’t wander off and get taken home by some mean domme looking for a new sissy to punish.” Embarrassment from her words and having to keep my hands on the cart like a child was the final shot I needed to shake off my exhaustion from the office and be ready for the night ahead. When we got home, Mommy ordered me to bring my high chair up from the basement, water the garden, and bring in the mail before joining her in the bedroom. “In that order, sissy.” She made sure to emphasize. I understood the reason for the ordering when I entered our bedroom. My time outside had given her time to get ready for the evening, without me hearing her shuffle through the deep recesses of our closet for the items she had laid out on the bed. "Arms up baby," Mommy ordered as she came over to me. She had slipped into a retro 50's style dress while I was watering the vegetables and flowers. It was her go-to outfit whenever she was feeling dominant. It only took her a moment to unbutton my shirt and pull it off my body. Another minute and my socks and shoes were tossed out of the way. A third and I was stepping out of my slacks and underwear, pooled around my ankles. I was then gently laid on top of the old, pink blanket we had found at a garage sale that served as my changing mat. I watched as Mommy slid a latex glove over her hand and poured some lubricant on it. A gasp slipped past my lips as one of her fingers penetrated me. She slid it slowly in and out. In and out, gently preparing me for what was coming next. Just like she had with her finger, Mommy lubed the anal beads, then gently slid them into my asshole. Each bead felt more pleasurable than the last as it popped inside me, and I moaned as Mommy forced the last few beads in my rectum. The sensation as they entered, and the pressure against my prostate, felt wonderful. Then the sensual pleasure of the beads was replaced by a shiver as Mommy used a baby wipe to wipe off the excess lube and my sweat from the day. She grabbed the diaper set aside. The pattern had princesses wearing pink dresses and standing next to ponies. She unfolded the diaper, then roughly folded and mashed it, breaking up the tight packing of the absorbent material. This made the diaper thicker and more poofy. Satisfied with her work, she gave me a single word command, "Up." Dutifully, I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles, holding my feet aloft. Mommy then slid the diaper underneath me, and manhandled me around until I was positionedhow she wanted me. I let out another contented sigh and babyish coos as I smelled the scent of baby powder and felt it sprinkled across my skin. These soft coos quickly turned to lustful moans. Mommy always made sure the baby powder was thoroughly rubbed into my dick and balls. She finally decided she had done an adequate job of protecting my gentle sissy skin when my body was bucking in time with her ministrations. The front of the diaper was then folded up and the tapes were tightly pulled so the diaper was snug across my body, providing the sensuous comfort and cradling that every adult baby and diaper lover craves. Mommy then helped me to sit up on the edge of the bed. She slid a pair of white, frilly ankle socks onto my feet. She then pulled my pink, "Crybaby" onesie down over my head. After helping me stand up, l felt Mommy closing the crotch snaps. She then made me hold my hands out. Leather bondage mittens soon encased my hands. The snap of two heart shaped padlocks meant that I would wear all of my babyish attire until mommy decided it was time to take it off. One of my giant pink pacifiers was slipped between my lips and clipped the strap to the bib of the onesie. Lastly one of my frilly bonnets was set on top of my head and tied tightly underneath my chin. Mommy then had me lead her back downstairs to the kitchen. She always enjoyed watching me toddle down the stairs in my thick diapers, and me leading meant she didn't have to miss a moment. Once we reached the kitchen, Mommy helped me step up into my highchair, locking the tray and by extension me in place. The living room is visible from the kitchen, and Bluey was soon playing on the tv. I was also given a doll to help occupy me while I waited for dinner. I did my best to be a good sissy and wait patiently for dinner. I had already watched the episodes of Bluey Mommy had set the TV to several times though, and there wasn't much I could think to do with just a single doll. So, it only took about five minutes for the soft cradling sensation of the diaper against my dick and balls combined with the anal beads rubbing on my prostate to make me a horny little sissy in my highchair. After a couple minutes of my highchair squeaking from me trying to somehow get off by humping in place, I attracted Mommy’s attention. Mercifully or cruelly, depending on your point of view, she gave me a magic wand. It felt good, but confined as I was, I couldn't get the vibrator into the right position to do more than edge myself. Trying to cum before Mommy decided it would be more fun for her to take the vibrator away, I wet my diaper hoping the thicker padding would let me apply more pressure. It didn't thanks to the tray and my own thick thighs. Mommy giggled at me as she brought dinner over. Her steak smelled delicious and was making me salivate. I'd also only succeeded in making myself even hornier with the vibrator. Needless to say, I was frustrated at this point and didn't appreciate her laughter as she took the magic wand away from me. I glared at her, but with my pacifier and bonnet my glare only made her laugh at me more. "Oh, I see someone is a fussy baby diaper boy," Mommy said, setting her steak down on the table. It looked as delicious as it smelled, and a small amount of drool slipped past my pacifier and down my face as I looked at it. Mommy left and returned with my dinner and a bright white bib. Mommy tied the bib tightly around my neck and adjusted the tray so my arms could not get out from underneath it, while I examined my dinner. Mommy's baby food dinners for me were best summarized as eccentric. The peaches and cream had been palatable. The baby food jars of yams and green peas mixed together made me retch. I wasn't quite sure where this fit on that scale. My meal was three semi mushy purple balls in one of my baby bowls, with a baby bottle filled with water to wash whatever it was down. Mommy pulled her chair out and sat down. She took a few bites of her steak, and commented on how tender and juicy it was. She then pulled the dummy out of my mouth, scooped a large helping of the concoction up, and stuffed it into my mouth. I swallowed the spoonful and opened my mouth for more. My dinner, as it turned out, was vanilla ice cream blended with several different berries, and it was delicious. Mommy gave me a second spoonful before putting the nipple of the baby bottle to my mouth to suckle at for a bit. We kept this pattern until both of our dinners were finished, her taking a few bites of her steak and a couple sips of wine, before feeding me a couple bites and letting me suckle from my bottle. When we were both finished she wiped my face off with the bib before untying it from my neck and sticking my soother back into my mouth. I was left to sit, suck, and wonder what was next while she tidied up the remains of dinner. When Mommy returned she reached down under the tray and poked at my diaper, feeling it fuller than before she said, "Awe, such a good baby sissy diaper boy, using your diapers just like you should. Now, our you ready for a nap?" I glowered around my pacifier and underneath my bonnet at that. I didn't want to be put to bed so early in the evening, and without cumming. My expression made mommy say though, "oh, that definitely proves that someone needs a nap. Now come on." She undid the tray, and helped me down from the highchair. She led me upstairs to our bedroom and laid me down on top of the bedspread. Mommy then took one of the lengths of ribbon we kept in the nightstand and tied my mittened hands to the headboard with it. She told me to be a good baby and stay put while she was gone for a second. I looked after her confused about what we were doing. I understood what she meant by nap though as she returned to the bedroom, magic wand in hand. Mommy unzipped her dress and pulled it off, revealing the lingerie she had been wearing underneath. She then plugged the magic wand into the outlet and climbed on top of me. She rested her crotch above mine, pressing her lacy panties against the padding of my diaper. She then stuck the magic wand between us, and switched it on. She ground her hips into the magic wand and my diaper, humping and thrusting as she pleasured us. Well, more accurately, she pleasured herself on top of me. The vibrations of the magic wand weer still intense enough to stimulate my dick though, and each time she humped the vibrator on top of me she drove the anal beads against my prostate. Soon we were both on the verge of orgasm. I came as soon as I felt Mommy’s legs squeezing me. She always tightened her legs as she was coming, and that drove the vibrator straight against my cock, the vibrations and pressure sending me over the edge as I released inside of my diaper. She came soon after, shutting the vibrator off and crumbling into a ball next to me. We laid like that for a while, basking in our post-orgasmic glow. Mommy recovered before me. She got up, gave me a kiss and headed into our bathroom. I heard water running, but I was still too out of it from my orgasm to register what exactly she was doing. Five minutes later though she returned, and freed me from both the headboard and the bondage mittens. She gently undressed me, untying my bonnet, peeling the ankle socks off of my feet, unsnapping the crotch snaps and pulling my onesie off over my head. Last she undid the tapes of my diaper and unceremoniously tossed it in the trash. Mommy then took me to the bathroom, where she had prepared a bubble bath for me. I eased into the tub. The bubbles and warmth of the water were absolutely wonderful. Mommy left me to push the mounds of bubbles around for a few minutes by myself. She returned with a baby bottle of cool water. For a while we sat and enjoyed the presence of each other, me sucking on my bottle and playing with the bubbles while she sat on the toilet reading a book on her phone. When I finished my bottle she put her phone down and began bathing me. I relaxed even further and began to feel sleepy under her ministrations. She tenderly massaged my scalp as she shampooed my hair, and rubbed away aches and pains as she lathered my body with a soapy washcloth. I was fighting off yawns while she rinsed me off, and it took all of the willpower I could still muster to keep my eyes open as she wrapped a warm fluffy towel around me to dry me off. When finished, Mommy led me back to our bed where a fresh diaper awaited me. I was powdered again and this diaper was taped tight against me. This time a pair of plastic panties were slid over the diaper. Mommy decided to put me in a new outfit for bed, a frilly purple diaper cover and pink ballerina shirt. The oversized binky was returned to my lips, and Mommy slipped a pair of headphones into my ears playing an audiobook for me while I fell asleep. She then kissed me on the top of my head and headed back to the bathroom to take a shower herself. I was already softly snoring before She reached the bathroom door, reliving this wonderful evening in my dreams. The End.
  15. Chapter 1 Julie Symms looked into the next room at her sissified husband. He was busy playing with his dollies and glancing now and again at Little Mermaid on the TV. Even from the next room she could see the reflection of a trickle of drool on his chin. She began to wonder if he had wet himself yet. The constant hypnosis had worked wonders and he barely noticed wetting anymore. She remembered a time when it wouldn't have been possible to take him downstairs. Even with his muscles weakened from all the time locked in his crib he would have still attempted to run, not that there was anywhere he could have gone. With the extra thick diapers she kept him in constantly it was hard for him to stand and even if he could manage to get to the door any one of his embarrassing outfits would make him think twice about opening it. After all this time, though, her little husband was a perfect sissy angel. It had taken a lot of work to get him to this point: all the frilly baby girl clothes she had to buy to keep him in, all the attention she had to shower on him, not to mention the constant spankings to get him to accept his new life. Not that there hadn't been some fun along the way she thought to herself. She still remembered how bright red he had blushed when she took him in front of a mirror for the first time. With the booties, the pink satin bonnet, the layers and layers of petticoats, and the silky pink party dress he was an absolute vision and very sissy babyish frilly pink satin baby knickers with row upon row of baby lace on the front and rear. She chuckled when she thought about how he had wet himself out of sheer terror (the diapering started after that). She recalled fondly how he had squirmed when she invited her lady friends to the house to fuss over him. Her absolute favourite, however, were the little sissy tears he had cried when she brought one of her lovers into his nursery to tickle him under the chin. By time she was done having sex in his nursery with her alpha male lover the tears were almost dry; more than could be said for his nappies.He had witnessed what a real man, a man with a large thick seven inch penis can do to a woman,seeing his sexy wife pleasured and climaxing on his huge shaft shamed him but gave his tiny baby dick a full on erection,much to Julies amusement whilst he watched wearing his frilly pink short nighties and frilly pink satin plastic lined baby knickers.To add more shame his pretty wife even changed his nappy right there in front of the nasty man who laughed at his tiny baby sized erect pee pee. Now she had finished mixing his special bottle. That had been one of her best ideas. Warm milk, mixed with hormones, and the creamy got from him every morning. Since she had to get it every morning to keep him from stroking his diapered clitty anyway, she figured why not put it to good use? Of course he had resisted at first but she was always able to convince him. Just like his little fits over not getting to be milked until he admitted he was a complete sissy. She wondered if he had known how ridiculous his protests had sounded with his new sissy lisp. In each case he had given up after one spanking and now they were his favourite times of the day (except for dress up of course). Of course he had become much more docile after she told him that all of his old things had been sold to pay for his transformation. Dresses and nappies and your baby furniture aren't free she had cooed to him. She watched his face light up as she brought his bottle over to him. He bounced and squirmed in his playpen at the sight of her. The ruffling of petticoats almost kept her from hearing him wetting his diaper. She handed him his bottle. He held it in both hands and began sucking ravenously. She smiled and decided to spank him today for old times sake. Chapter 2 Mommy sat down next to the playpen and watched as her baby finished his bottle. His mouth kept sucking as she took it from him and he whimpered and kicked when he saw that it was gone. With time his little tantrums had less frequent but more and more babyish, but she knew how to stop them. She pulled out his pacifier and he was sucking rhythmically before she tied its ribbons around his head. Did babys special bottle get her excited, and does she need a nappy change? she cooed, stressing the female pronouns. He blushed and she heard him wet his diaper again. She wondered whether he was more embarrassed about the diaper or about being referred to as she. Ok baby mommy will change you and let you make poopies. He bounced up and down excited and she could hear the squish of his wet diapers. She opened his playpen and he crawled over to his changing mat. Before it had been so hard removing all the layers and layer of baby clothes for him to use the potty seat. First the plastic panties, then all the nappies, then the petticoats and skirts, and in the end he would end up sitting on his pink little potty chair in nothing but a bonnet and training bra. While this was quite a sight to behold she didn't want him poking and playing with his little breasts. He had been overwhelmed when they first started to really appear and had spent the entire day in his crib fondling his little budding nipples. Once she had his diapers off she always made sure to tie a few ribbons around his one inch flaccid little clitty. She remembered how he had made squirties the first few times she had wiped off his diaper area. After she had wiped him off she turned his over on his stomach. She pulled out the plug she sometimes kept in him in the mornings to keep him from messing his nappy before potty-time. It was pink and said ˜Mommy's helper and the startled look on his face when she first showed it to him was almost the same as his shocked expression the first time she inserted it. She loved that it kept her from having to deal with dirty diapers, and she enjoyed the way he would giggle and smile whenever she would insert or remove it now. Having him use the potty chair was one of her favourite sites. He always looked ridiculous when he sat his pert sissy butt on top of the little pink chair. She chuckled as she saw him sitting, his infantile haireless private parts on show and sucking intently on his pacifier. He heard her laugh and blushed furiously causing him to loosen his bowls and her to laugh harder. When he finished and she was wiping his bottom she praised him with her most sugary-sweet voice, Whos mommys big girl? She knew the answer when she flipped him back over and his little clitty now erect standing proud at its almost three inches against its ribbons. She could smell baby powder and oil coming off of him before she even began to powder him. He's been so heavily powdered and oiled for so long now that it must be in his skin she mused as she grabbed three more thick cotton nappies. After that she diapered him up and put all of his frilly pink satin baby knickers back on over his nappy and clear plastic pants. Now he was finally ready for his big day. Chapter 3 She had been waiting for today for quite some time and had been trying her hardest to go about the normal routine and not drop any hints. She remembered the last time she had been this apprehensive. It was the day her husband cemented his own sissy fate. When she first started his training he had fought her fought her every step of the way. Once the hypnosis started to take effect his struggling turned more and more to crying and pouting, but even once his new life had become routine she could still sense a glare of defiance in his eyes. Thats when she realized he would never fully accept his fate unless he chose it himself, and so she came up with her plan. He was shocked when one day instead of waking up in his crib he woke up in bed next to her in pants and T shirt. Fortunately she had made sure his bladder was empty or he would have wet the bed out of fright. Then when she turned to him and apologized for everything she had put him through he was dumbstruck. When she told him she would never force him to go back he feigned a smile, but she could see the faint glimmer of fear in his eyes; everything was going just as she had hoped. You wont have to wear nappies and plastic pants, or frilly knickers dresses, bonnets, or petticoats, or drink bottles, or play with dolls ever again she had said to him. She was delighted by the pangs on his face at the idea of forfeiting each item. He was barely listening when she told him things could go back to the way they were before. Let me try to make it up it up to you honey she said as she curled up next to him leaned in to kiss him. He had yelped and rolled away. She (rather insincerely) asked what was wrong pretending not to notice he had now had made creamy in his shorts. She almost laughed and broke the act when he asked if that meant he wouldn't get his bottle today. After a second she had looked at him and said, I guess if you WANT to be my sissy baby its alright, but we cant keep going back and forth. This time it will have to be permanent. This hit him like a pound of bricks. Ill give you the day to think about it" she said as she kissed him on the cheek and left the room. Despite all of her coaxing he was back in diapers before the end of the day. Today was another big day for him she thought. Just then she heard the doorbell ring. It was time for his play date. Chapter 4 Mommy saw her baby squirm and squeeze his dolly tight as she went to go answer the door. It was funny how afraid he still was of being seen even after everything that had happened. She wondered how he would react if he knew that she had shown all of her friends the albums full of pictures she had taken of her new baby. The albums had been such a hit that Mommys neighbour Mrs. Stevens had decided to try the same thing on her naughty little husband. They had both chuckled when they agreed that a play-date would be in order once Mrs. Stevens had sufficiently sissified her husband. When Mommy answered the door to see him in full dress shyly clinging to his Mommy's hand she knew that day had come. She wasn't sure how it was possible but he looked even more ridiculous than her baby. Every part of him was covered in bubble gum pink. His long blond hair had been curled and tied with pink ribbon into pigtails. He was wearing pink mary-janes with matching pink laced topped ankle socks. His nails and lips had been painted glittery pink. He was wearing a short pink dress with layers of cream coloured petticoats. As a finishing touch his extra thick nappies (Mrs. Stevens used four at a time hoping this would sissify him more quickly) were covered with little pink hearts. Well doesn't someone look cute today? Mommy cooed. The baby minced and blushed even pinker. Then his attractive blonde Mommy gave him an icy look with her dark brown eyes causing him to quickly curtsey exposing even more of his diapers. She looked down at him again and he lisped, Hewo, my name is Thithy. Tank you fow letting me come ovow and pway. Sissy, mommy thought, not very original but certainly appropriate. Even though this little speech was obviously rehearsed Mommy could hear the humiliation in it. Then the two mommies started chatting about techniques they used with their babies. Mrs. Stevens absolutely loved Mommys ˜special bottle idea and vowed to start doing the same tomorrow. She had just been letting him make creamies in his diapers and then spanking him for it. As the two mommies were chatting, Sissy started to tug at his mommys hand trying to enter the house, but she ignored him and held on tightly. After they finished chatting (and half the neighborhood had seen Sissies diapered bottom) then entered the house. Mommy saw her baby's eyes light up when he saw Sissy. He dropped his doll and reached through the bars of the playpen. She wasn't surprised. She wondered if her baby saw Sissy like a new doll, a playmate, or as something more. Not only had she enveloped him in sissyness but she also directed all of his sexual desires towards it. All this time she had made him look at nothing but frilly sissy clothing whenever she had milked him. From the smile on her face she knew Mrs. Stevens was thinking the same thing. When they made the play-date they had hoped the two would really ˜hit it off. Mommy also saw the mixed expression of terror, intrigue, and embarrassment hit Sissy at her baby's reaction. I think these two are going to be good friends, Mrs. Stevens said as she opened the playpen. Chapter 5 Mommy and Mrs. Stevens smiled to one another as they watched Sissy crawl nervously into the playpen. Mommy was sure her baby's pacifier would have fallen right out of his mouth if the ribbons were not tied around back of his head. She also noticed how Sissy slowly swung his little frilly knickered clad butt as he crawled; it looked like someone was trying to get attention after all! She also noticed how her baby's eyes followed Sissys sashaying hips and that he was sucking his dummy in rhythm with the movement. She remembered that the nipple on her baby's pacifier was shaped like a tiny penis and wondered if her baby was slowly running his tongue over it as he suckled. Mommys thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Stevens as she asked, You know Julie you've never told me what you call your sweet little baby now? Mommy looked up and said, You know Emma I never really picked a name, but what about Baby Susie? Mrs. Stevens smiled and said, Baby Susie? That sounds like a perfect match. Then, as if on cue, Baby flung his arms around Sissy who proceeded to giggle and blush. Once his cheeks had cooled Sissy looked apprehensively at the two mommies and started playing nervously with his skirt. When Mrs. Stevens gave him a slight nod, his eyes lit up and he turned and gave Baby Susie a kiss on the cheek. Mommy and Mrs. Stevens could see a very small bulge even through Baby's three diapers. Sissy saw it too and his Mommy smacked his hand away right before he could touch. Both mommies were very angry: Sissy knew she shouldn't touch there (yet¦) and Baby had already been milked once today! I think we're going to have to spank both of these naughty babies, Mommy said crossing her arms. You mean your gonna take off ow diapies, said Sissy shyly. He might sound timid, Mommy thought but both she and Mrs. Stevens noticed how hungrily he stared at Baby's pink frilled satin crotch when he was speaking and how he began slowly sucking his thumb once he finished. Both mommies had expected the two to be fast friends, but looking at one another they were amazed at how quickly things were developing. Yes Sissy, his mommy cooed, were going to spank you and Babys naked bottoms. Mommy could tell it took all of Sissys restraint not to cheer as she knelt down to take out Baby's pacifier. She leaned far over exposing tops of her breasts as she began to untie the ribbons and to pull out the pacifier. She was pleased that the babies eyes remained glued to one another. Mommy did notice, however, that Mrs. Stevens leaned in to eye her slim figure and for the first time Mommy began to blush slightly. She could feel Baby's lips cling to the pacifiers tip as she slowly removed it, allowing Sissy to clearly see it. The two babies shivered with anticipation as their mommies announced it was spanking time and if their mommies had not immediately swooped them up they probably would have begun making sloppy baby kisses right there. The two mommies set up rocking chairs next to one another, pulled their babies over their laps, and pulled down their frilly baby knickers and plastic pants then undid the back of their many diapers. Baby Susie and Sissy were lying face to face and their mommies pretended not to notice when they started kissing. The sound of deep baby kisses was only interrupted by synchronized yelps as the two babies were spanked. After a good sound spanking the babies were placed on their back .Julie noticed how sissy's penis was a little larger than her own husbands though it was still very undersized . Mrs Stevens began to giggle at the sight of Julies husbands tiny penis oh gosh that's so tiny its just like a babies ,small than my own husbands .Julie then relayed the story of how she would bring real men home to satisfy her sexual needs .Mrs Stevens was very intrigued and thought it was hilarious . How wonderful and your poor baby girl husband cant do a thing about it.Hell I should get my self a boyfriend someone with a nice big thick cock like your lovers,my husbands cock is barely four and half inches when hard. Only Baby Susie and Sissys bottoms were bright red were they put back into their playpen, this time with no diapers or knickers. Lets see what mischief our little girls get into together said Mrs. Stevens, looking down at the two. Frankly, Mommy whispered into Emma's Stevens ear as she pressed her body against her, I'm more concerned with making some mischief of my own. What a wonderful play date, Mommy thought as she felt the warm caress of Emma's tongue. Chapter 6. Six months later Baby Susie's Mommy Julie and Sissy's Mommy Emma have moved together into a new spacious house with Sissy and Baby. The mommies are fortunate in being wealthy enough, both through inheritance and their own work, to be able to afford a grand house and keep their two sissies at home constantly under their discipline. While Julie was the one to first sissify her hubby and introduce Emma to the delights of having a sissy hubby, Emma is now even more keen and inventive on carrying on with their sissification. She is perhaps the harsher martinet of the two, but all in all they have found their thoughts, wishes and ideas for their hubbies discipline to be very much in unison. Sissy and Baby have a fully equipped nursery. There is a large locking crib covered with a plastic sheet where they are put together for the night and their day-time naps, a big playpen with a soft rubber-covered carpet, lots of dollies and toys, two big-sissy sized rocking horses, a big changing table, two pink potty-chairs and two special highchairs, the seats of which have holes for plastic potties. On the wall hang their leather leading reins and an array of instruments for punishing the sissies. There are two paddles, one with eight holes, and the other of solid wood. There is a hard-backed hairbrush, a stiff leather strap and a martinet with ten short tails. While all of these are very efficient instruments for imposing strict nursery discipline, the one instrument which the sissies dread most of all is the birch-rod, which lies soaking in a tub of brine-water in one corner. There is a little wood near-by and the sissies squirmed when on Emma's initiative their mommies took them there one day and instructed them to make two nice birch-rods for their own discipline. Three or even four weeks might go by without Sissy and Baby Susie tasting the birch, but when they do their botties will certainly smart for several days afterwards. They are spanked with the other instruments much more frequently. If a whole day passes without a single smacking the next might bring them two or three separate spankings in one day. Emma and Julia are in full agreement about the necessity of regular spankings for their sissies. Of course Sissy and Baby Susie are most obedient and very docile, but their mummies will always find some reason for giving them a red bottom whenever they feel it is needed. Their spankings are always on the bare bottom, except that for instant discipline the strap may be used on their extended hands for smaller misdemeanours, or when it is inconvenient to take down their nappies and plastic pants. Sometimes their hands are also strapped in addition to a bare-bottom spanking. After six smacks on each hand their palms will be tingling hotly for some hours afterwards! The sissies share all their punishments, and even if only one of them has misbehaved both will get the same punishment. All spankings are followed by a corner-time for up to two hours. On the wall are also two plastic-covered skipping ropes. Now that the sissies are totally broken in their mommies do not need to keep them weak. While Julie and Emma like to see the sissies accumulating some baby fat and enjoy the slightly flabby look this gives them - and which the two formerly rather athletic men are ashamed of - they don't want them to become so obese as to present a serious health-risk. That is why each morning after their pottying and feeding they let out into the garden where they will skip with their ropes for 45 minutes. For this exercise period they are dressed only in diapers and rubber training bras as they will be soaking with sweat after they have done their exercises. They also have a leather cuff with little bells locked on one of their ankles, ensuring that they will not stop when their mommies are not looking. Furthermore they also have nice fat butt plugs shoved up their bottom-holes for the workout! They do their daily exercise come in all types of weather, but they are given transparent plastic macs if it rains. As it has rained rarely they have been mostly able to skip in the warm sun and they have a nice bikini tan as a consequence. Each morning Sissy and Baby are put into their high-chairs where they will remain locked in for an hour, two give them ample time to do their poopies in their potties. Although the sissies are hopelessly incontinent and will have wet their diapers usually within an hour after a diaper-change, they are expected to do all their poopies in the potty and they will be punished strictly if they mess in their diapers. That is why they have an hour of potty time both in the morning and in the evening, before being locked into their crib for the night. Should Sissy or Baby need to poo during the day, she has to ask mummy nicely for the potty. When this happens both of them will be put on their potties on which they will squat for half-an-hour, before they are allowed to get up and have their bottoms wiped. Even if only one of them has asked to be relieved, they are both expected to perform when on the potty. The one that has not done so will be punished, as will also the other in accordance with the shared punishment principle. The sissies have thus learned to try and coordinate their poopies so as to avoid being spanked. This is not easy as their dildoing has weakened their sphincters and they have to hurry when they feel the urge, even when the other cannot produce a turd. But being spanked for constipation entails a lesser spanking than messing their diaper, which would be corrected with the birch. It took only one occasion for them to learn that particular lesson. Their healthy diet of mashed vegetables, staple and bran and their hour on the potty each morning ensures the regular working of their bowels, but sometimes their mommies will have a bit of fun and slip a laxative into the bottle of one of the sissies, but not of the other. This provides the mommies amusing entertainment and usually an opportunity for spanking the sissies. For them it is a humiliating experience, all the more so if there are visitors coming or if they are taken out. On the day their new baby reins were delivered to the house their mommies decided to take them next day to their hairdresser. After their exercise and bath they were dressed in their training bras, cream-colored blouses with ruffled cuffs and collar and pink frilly satin baby knickers over their diapers and plastic pants. Pink dresses with petticoats would have also quite appropriate, but sometimes their mommies feel that these femmy sissy-boy clothes are just as good for their dress discipline. Sissy and Baby were then fastened in their new leather baby harnesses, their pacifiers were pushed into their mouths and they were led out to the van and taken to the hairdresser. For the trip they were supplied with their special formula baby bottles and told they had to finish them before they arrived at their destination. Janets salon was run by a good friend of their mommies who with her pretty blonde haired teenage young assistant Tracy, she greeted them warmly. Janet knew all about the sissies having visited them on several occasions, but for Tracy this was her first view of them and she couldn't stop smirking. The sissies did not know it, but they were going to be treated to a very special haircut. Sissy was first fastened into a barber-chair, but before Janet could begin his coiffure Baby, whose bottle had been laced, urgently tugged Julies arm and whispered that she needed the potty, quick! Julie told her to speak up and the mortified Baby had almost to shout for the potty before Julie relented and took out the pink plastic potty which had been packed in the sissies nappy bag along with clean diapers and their paddle. Baby erupted immediately after her frilly baby knickers, plastic pants and nappy had been taken down and she made contact with the potty. Soon the women were wrinkling their noses and Janet asked Tracy to open the window and let in some fresh air! Baby Susie's was told she should continue squatting while Janet proceeded with Sissys haircut. The special haircut turned out to be a complete head shave! It was carried out with scissors and clippers and finished off with a lathering and close razor shave, with baby oil rubbed on the smooth head to complete the procedure! After this it was time for the sissies to change places. Baby Susie had her bottom wiped right there in full view of the attractive teenage girl who looked to no more than 17 or 18 years old .She began to blush and giggle at the sight of the poor sissy man and his tiny hairless penis and small round testacles.She had seen a few cocks but nothing this small on an adult only on young toddlers she had babysit for. She was intrigued by his nappy and thought the frilly pink plastic lined baby knickers were very cute.With his nappy and panties pulled back on Tracy took bay Sissy's hand and placed him in the barber-chair, still smirking . Tracy is she would like to do the honours this time. Tracy was more than ready and remarked that the sissies new sissy baby haircut was just adorable. Baby Susie's head was given the same treatment, Sissy strained in vain to produce something into the potty, but only managed a trickle of pee. After the fifteen minute meticulous shave was over the mommies looked at Sissy, shook their heads and Emma said it looks like you must have the paddle. As usual he cried already after the first swats and was sniffing profusely by the time he was allowed to get up from Emma's knees. The paddle passed on to Julie to do its work on Baby Susie's bottom. While Sissy was being spanked the terrified Baby had wet herself and was awarded with a fresh nappy after her spanking. Mercifully there were no other people apart from Janet and Tracy in the salon, which had been closed for the sissies visit, but any passer-by on the sidewalk who had happened to look in the windows would have been treated to the full scene, even if the sound-track with the smacks and cries had been muffled. When the party left the salon the sissies were again fully dressed and fastened into their reins, but they had also gained a new piece of clothing, diaphanous baby bonnets showing their newly shaved heads at their best! Both sissies are now always locked in pink plastic chastity devices, after Julie was able to find "baby-sized" little cages for their clitties. Their mommies found that this was necessary because otherwise they would be sucking each other whenever left alone. Of course they cannot provide the cream for their special bottles, but with their hormone treatment advancing they could produce very little anyway. But their mommies have been able to secure a supply of cummycream for the sissies through their network of lady friends, whose husbands, boyfriends and sissies regularly contribute the cream the two have become dependent on. The sissies have a weekly session when their CB's are removed so they can do their little squirties in each others mouths, usually this takes place on Saturday afternoon when a party of their mommies lady friends is present cheering them on while enjoying their afternoon tea. The sissies also have a special visitor who comes to see them twice a week. She is Lucy, a attractive woman with lactating breasts, who treats Sissy and Baby to a breast-feeding. When the sissies were introduced to her tits for the first time Sissy was silly enough to make a fuss about it and refuse to take the proffered nipple in her mouth, but a session with the paddle across Emma's knee but a stop that foolishness, earning Baby a paddling as well. Lucy also expects them to thank her after their feed by going down between her legs and giving her a satisfactory sucking and licking. She likes to rub their shaved heads while they are at it. Lucy has also teased them by telling them that their mommies should take them to the dentist to have their teeth removed, as her pleasure would be increased with their toothless gums caressing her pussy. Their mommies have yet to take up Lucy on her suggestion, but they have taken their wards fastened in their baby reins on another humiliating expedition to a tattooing salon, where the top of their necks were tattooed with the identification SISSY and BABY SUSIE respectively. Charter 7. The Birthday Party Emma and Julie had early come to the conclusion that while Sissy and Baby were quite adequate names for their sissy hubbies at home, they really ought to give them more personal names as well. As the sissies birthdays, which happened to be within a week of each other, were approaching in a few weeks time they decided they would arrange a very special birthday party for them on the same day as they were to be given their new names. This entailed some planning and preparations as they wanted the occasion to be a very memorable one and leave an undeletable mark on their hubbies. Some dozen friends were to be invited and all of them were asked to bring a special present for the sissies, which they would coordinate and prepare carefully. Sissy and Baby were of course not told any details about these plans in advance. They were only told two weeks earlier that they were going to have a very special birthday party given for them, leading them to speculate somewhat apprehensively in their sissy-minds what this would mean. On the big day the sissies were put through their normal morning chores, i.e. potty-time in the high-chairs where they were given their baby bottles and fed their breakfast of porridge with mashed veggies, then their exercises with the skipping ropes, and their bath. The little stubble on their heads was carefully shaved and their heads rubbed with sweet-smelling baby oil, after which they were put in their playpen. As they played with their dollies and exchanged occasional sloppy sissy kisses they could hear that there was a lot of coming and going downstairs with the ongoing party preparations. At noon their mommies came to let them out of their pen. To their surprise they were not put into their party frocks. Instead they were stripped down to their diapers and a little undervest with no other clothing or even a bonnet and lead downstairs sucking their pacifiers and holding each others hands. When they entered the big living room adorned with balloons and jolly ribbons they were greeted by a chorus of about a dozen people singing Happy Birthday To You. It was a warm day and the doors were open to the garden where a barbecue was sizzling. Sissy and Baby recognized all the guests, who were all female except for Sir Richard, a.k.a. Sir Prickhard - that was anyway how he had been introduced to them when he visited their nursery and gave them his generous cum-donation -, but they were surprised to see two maids in immaculate pale blue maid uniforms and frilly aprons standing unobtrusively at the kitchen door with their hands clasped in front of them in the submissive maid position. A young girl, who the sissies recognized as Tracy from the hairdressers, was busy videoing the whole scene. A playpen with thick plastic-covered carpet in it had been put on the floor for the sissies. They were led into it and allowed to sit down. After the singing was finished Julie took the floor. Welcome all to this very special party for Sissy and Baby. It is their joint birthday party but it is also the event where they will be given their new names. We are still expecting two more guests who should arrive any time now if their plane is on time. All of you are familiar with Sissys and Babys status and Emma and I are very grateful that you have wanted to present and have also kindly agreed to contribute to their sissy baby life with some very nice presents for Sissy and Baby. Now if Jeanne and Marcia are so good to be the first ones to give their presents. Jeanne and Marcia were two young women . Jeanne popped out to the hall and returned carrying a bundle of shiny satiny soft material. She and Marcia proceeded to open them and lay out the contents. It was a complete set of pretty baby wear for the two sissies, all in the same pinkish semitransparent babysoft plastic adorned with little red spots! There were two short dresses flaring out at the waist and with puffed sleeves, two baby doll tops, two frilly pink short transparent baby-doll nighties , two bonnets, dozens of frilly baby girl knickers in pink white and pale lemon, many pairs of clear plastic pants. There were also two hooded plastic raincoats. After the sissies had been allowed to look and feel all of the items they were dressed in their new dresses, frilly ruffled panties and bonnets, but not with bras which surprised and disappointed the sissies as they were used to wearing training bras to keep their budding titties in place. -Thank you Jeanne and Marcia for this wonderful wardrobe, Emma said. This plastic material is just precious and Sissy and Baby will soon get even more plastic clothes, it is just the right material for our two drooling and messy sissies and save a lot of washing. And we know they love plastic it as they are always very upset if they are not dressed in their plastic pants, and when they are, they love to touch and fondle their tiny thingies. This certainly was true as the sissies were already engrossed with each other and caressing the soft plastic which covered their bums. Emma had to call them to order. -Where are your manners? You should curtsey and thank Jeanne and Marcia and give them a sissykiss in appreciation for your new clothes. After that I think its Auntie Doctors turn to give her presents. The doctor was Lisbeth, the family doctor for all of them and close personal friend of Emma and Trish who had contributed with advice, medication and hormone prescriptions to the sissification of the two hubbies. She was just getting out her presents from her bag when the doorbell rang. -That must be the last of our guests, Julie said. She went to the hall and opened the door. In came an elderly woman with a younger one. -Hello Julie, the older one said to Mummy, I am so glad to be able to finally make it here. I have been so excited by our correspondence I'm dying to see him the baby girl after all these years. And this is my daughter Patty, she said, introducing the younger woman to Mummy. I believe you did meet at the wedding, but that was already, what, almost ten years ago. I'm so happy you two could make it to this party. It will mean the world for Baby. We have only just begun and you won't be missing any of the fun. The women entered the living room and were introduced. Only one of those present did not need an introduction. This was Baby who gaped in astonishment as the women entered, for the elder Marilyn was actually his Mum - his real mother - and the younger Patty his sister. No need to be abashed Baby, Mummy Julie said to him. Your mother and I have been corresponding all the time and she knows all about your new sissy baby status, and I know all about your sissy habits which you already had when still under her control. In fact she has greatly encouraged me and Dianne in continuing with your sissification. We all owe a lot to her. Thank you Julie, Marilyn said. Actually it is true what they say, once a sissy, always a sissy. Isn't it so my precious Baby she said to her son, not expecting an answer. I have brought you a present from your old days at home. Remember this Baby? she said, shaking out a leather object in her hand. Its your old temper tantrum hood which I put on you whenever you were cranky to calm you! Remember the time you took your sisters panties from the laundry-basket and I caught you sniffing them, and how you spent the next nights with the panties on your head under this hood? A wonderful instrument of discipline, wasn't it? I hope Trish will also find it useful, so here it is. The black leather hood had openings only for the mouth and nose and had a lock which could be fastened after the zipper had been closed at the back of the head. She gave it to her son who took it with trepidation. Sissy beside him looked a bit left out, so Marilyn turned to him and said don't cry Sissy, we haven't forgotten you. Look, here's a similar discipline hood for you too. But I don't expect them to need them today on your big day, so lets put them aside until your mummies have to resort to them. Dr Lisbeth now spoke up. -That was certainly a very useful present. I hope my presents are as welcome, and anyway they can be put into use immediately. From her bag she now took out two pink objects. They were collars in dayglow shocking pink plastic, one centimetre thick and three centimetres high. She gave the other one to Marilyn. Perhaps you might want to put this on Baby while Ill fix the other one around Sissys neck. Its been made to measure and the special locking mechanism will close itself if you just push the ends together a bit, no key is needed and once it is in place it cannot be removed. The plastic is of especially tough material and is as secure as steel, Lisbeth said as she fitted the collar around Sissys neck and snapped it shut with a loud and very final sounding click. Marilyn did the same with Babys collar. The collars had several steel rings for tethering and other purposes. They fitted snugly, but not too tightly to be uncomfortable. They weren't as high as a discipline collar, but they were meant to be seen and noticed and to be a permanent and constant reminder to the sissies of their status. After the guests had admired and commented on the collars for a while Lucy was ready to come in with her presents. They were two small boxes she invited the sissies to open. They did so to discover a shiny steel barbell in each of them. -I do admit that I had some selfish thoughts too, when I chose these to be fitted on your tongues next time you visit the tattoo parlour, Lucy said with a huge smile. The sissies curtsied and thanked her, and adding, after some prodding from Diane, how thrilled they were to have them inserted so they could give Auntie Lucy even more pleasure. -You're most welcome, Lucy said, and added with a sly wink, And if you need the dentist just ask me and Ill get you one. Emma then turned to another of the lady guests, Trish, and invited her to present her gift. -With pleasure, Trish responded. I will call my Maid Helen from the kitchen first. Get my Maid Alice as well, Lucy chimed in. He is still an apprentice maid andi t will be an educational experience for him too to watch this. The thus summoned maids curtsied on entering and remained standing their eyes downcast, their hands clasped demurely in front of them. -Go and fetch our present Helen, Trish commanded the maid, who was in fact her long-suffering sissy hubby and had served as her maid for almost ten years now. The maid left and returned a moment later, curtsied at the door and went forward to present Judy with a long object. Judy took it and showed it to everyone. -This is a high-quality, custom-made riding crop. Helen and I will demonstrate its use and effectiveness, before we leave it to Emma and Julie and their sissies. Helen, take down your panties and bend over the back of this chair here, Judy said, pointing to a straight backed chair that she had placed in the middle of the room. The maid did as instructed, lifted her short maids dress and petticoat and then took down her pretty pink frilled nylon panties. As they were lowered everyone saw that she was locked in a shiny steel chastity belt. Three years now is it since your chastity last came off? Judy asked with a wink to the audience as the maid bends over the back of the chair to grasp its front legs. As she presented her bare backside to the room did so everyone could see, that the back chain of the chastity belt was fitted with a plug which rested firmly in the pert ass off the sissy maid. Her bum also showed some fading marks indicating, that she had been disciplined not too long ago. Eight was it we agreed on asked Trish, and Helen replied almost inaudibly something which sounded like Yes Maam. The first THWACK was followed by a loud gasp from the sissy, and then a meek One, thank you Maam. Although the maids breathing became heavier and her thank you after each stroke more contorted, she remained in place and did not cry out through the remaining seven lashes, which Judy delivered at a leisurely pace. At the end the maid bottom was covered with eight clear bright red welts. Maid Helen remained in place, for she knew better than to rise before receiving explicit permission from her mistress to do so. Trish now turned to Sissy and Baby, who had been watching the spectacle with open drooling mouths, the pacifiers they had dropped dangling on the ribbons round their necks and knowing, that their bottoms would sooner or later have a taste of this new instrument. Would you like to step forward to have a closer look? The awed sissies seemed less then enthusiastic as Trish put their pacifiers back in their mouths, opened the pen gate and took their hands and guided them closer. Helen shivered slightly but remained quite as Trish placed the sissies hands on the maids bottom so the sissies could feel the welts and the warm glow of the freshly cropped bum. The sissies felt an uncomfortable tinge in their bottoms in anticipation of the day when they would bear similar marks.Why dont you take the crop upstairs to your room and hang it on the well next to your paddles and straps, while Sir Richard prepares his present for your. Sissy took the proffered crop gingerly as if it was a snake which could bite her any moment and carried it upstairs, accompanied by Baby and Tracy who wanted to take some video shots of their nursery as well. When they descended five minutes later the sissies saw their next present waiting for them in the playpen. It was a life-size inflatable rubber dolly with some special features which Sir Richard proceeded to explain. The dolly was dressed in plastic bikini pants in the same material as the sissies dresses. There was no hair on the dollys head which was also covered in the same kind of plastic bonnet as the sissies shaven heads. In its mouth it had a penis gag. The dolly was also dressed in a huge rubber bra which was actually a special breast feeding bra, which could be filled with milk or formula and be sucked like a baby bottle. And when Sir Richard lowered the dollys panties they saw that it had a real-looking sissy clitty which was encased in exactly the same kind of pink plastic chastity cage as they were wearing! Sir Richard also turned the dolly on its face to show them the tattoo-like text SISSY BABY on its bottom cheeks, and that the dolly also had a butt plug. The dolly was then turned back again and Sir Richard took a key to remove the chastity cage on the dolly, giving the key to Julie. The dolly had a three-and-a-half-inch sissy clit - certainly longer than what Sissy and Baby could come up with nowadays - and it had a teat at the tip for sucking, for it was in effect a kind of baby bottle which could be taken out and refilled. Well sissies, I believe your lunch is now served! The sissies went down on their dolly and started sucking. They were kept at it for almost half-an-hour before the contents had been consumed, alternating with each other ever five minutes between the clitty and the titties. The latter was filled with their usual milky formula, while the clitty had been filled with the special yummy-cummy which was part of their staple diet. It is true that even unappetizing meals taste better when they are served in a nice package Emma commented when they had finished, wiping some of the dribble from their dresses with a rag. -And now is the time for your penultimate present. Bring them down now she said to the two sissy-maids who had been summoned to stand-by. They obviously had been given their instructions earlier as they scurried upstairs and returned immediately carrying the rocking horses from the nursery. Now it was time for Janet to step forward with her presents. These were saddles for the rocking horses, once again of a special custom-made kind. As they were fitted tightly over the horses and fastened in place with a belt what caught everyone's attention were the six-inch long and five inch-thick dildos in pink plastic that were protruding from the middle of the seat. Janet proceeded to coat the dildos with a generous dose of Vaseline as she explained to the sissies, that they were now going for a nice ride while the adults would be enjoying their birthday meal. The rocking horses were placed beside each other at the wide door to the dining room so that the sissies could look at the guests eating and they could enjoy the sight of the sissies riding. Julie and Emma came to help, first removing the sissies pink satin knickers and plastic pants with soaked diapers and then helping them to sit down on the saddles. Once they were impaled on them their legs were bent and their ankles fastened to the cuffs at the end of the short stirrup straps. As the stirrups were placed slightly behind them they had immediately after having been thus secured to lean a bit forward and grab hold of the short grips on the sides of the horses head to keep their balance. Now they only needed to be bridled, as Julie and Emma pointed out before taking their pacifiers from their mouths and putting on a head-harness with a bit that was placed between their teeth. -Oh, there is still one more thing they need Julie said, and took out two small soaking pads to be placed snugly under the chastity cages into which their clitties were locked. Mustn't have them wet their precious new saddles. Now enjoy your ride and keep them horses rocking all the time while we celebrate your birthday with our meal! It was a long, leisurely four course meal that took almost to hours to finish with the two sissy maids taking care of the service. Although Lucy's Maid Alice may have been a novice maid she was also an excellent professional cook, as everyone around the table could agree on. As everyone finally arose from the table Julie and Emma took a small lump of sugar each from the table and went to the sissies, who had all the time kept the horses in silent movement, took off their bridles, patted their heads and fed them the lump saying good girl. The mummies undid the cuffs at their ankles allowing them to put their feet on the floor and gingerly lift themselves up from the saddles. The pads under their clitties had been a necessary precaution as they were both wet. Now it is time for you to have a bit of sissy fun together Emma cooed, but before that you will have to clean your saddles first. Get your heads down on them. They have to be as shiny as they were before you can have your fun. The sissies were appalled as they looked at the dildos covered now wet streaks after their ride. When they stalled Trish chimed in: - It seems that they cant wait to have their new crop put to use on them. Hearing this Baby immediately went down on his saddle and started using his tongue. Sissy hesitated only a second longer before doing the same. A chorus of laughter rang around the room. After a few minutes the sissies task was completed to their mummies satisfaction. Julie popped out of the room and returned quickly with a small bowl of water where a bar of soap was resting. -Now lets wash your mouths she said picking up the bar and shoving it into Babys mouth. Mouth-soapings were not new to the sissies and baby accepted the soap without fuss. Now go to Aunt Janet and thank her for the wonderful saddles she has given you. Baby shuffled over to her and, with the bar of soap in her mouth and lisped something which sounded like Wan uu elly mush fow ow nuu thalles. This was amusing enough but what almost brought the house down were the soap bubbles that sprang from Babys mouth as she said her bit! -Good. Now give the soap to Sissy who will then also thank Auntie in the same way. Oh no, no hands allowed, you have to give Sissy a real soapy kiss to transfer the bar Baby and Sissy completed the handover as instructed and as Sissy thanked Aunt Janet she also blew some nice bubbles, after which she was allowed to push the soap out of her mouth into the bowl. And now for your fun, and ours as well of course Julie said, as she guided the sissies back into the play pen and took out a key to release Babys clitty from its chastity while Emma did the same with Sissys. --Aw, how cute, look at their tiny baby sized little stiffies! Patty mocked soo tiny the two together would only make one decent sized penis,poor baby Susie's looks no more bigger than my pinky finger. But the sissies were oblivious to this as they went down on each other right away taking their stiff little clitties in each others mouths. It didn't take them long to produce their tiny squirties, but they lingered on in the same position savouring every moment of their play time. They exchanged soapy kisses and caressed each others bottoms and soon their sissy fingers were inching into their sissy cunties as they squirmed with delight. After twenty minutes of this their mummies took over again, saying that their playtime was now over and it was time for them to receive their last presents of the day. The sissies had been so engrossed with each other that they had not noticed how meanwhile the sissy maids had carried their rocking horses back to their nursery and brought down their highchairs. They were now gently disentangled and made to stand up . Now we will proceed with the highlight of our party. For this we need the sissies to be first firmly secured. Their highchairs are perfect for this purpose and it is also helpful that they are potty-chairs at the same time as they might lose control during the ceremony. Seeing the sissies consternation at this Julie added, that they needn't worry, everyone would be understanding and as they were to be seated on their potties there wouldnt be any consequences for them. The sissies were again stripped save for the bonnets on their heads before they were locked into the highchairs. Just in time too, for Baby, who must have had an army of butterflies flittering in her tummy in fear of what the unknown next event could entail, let out a loud fart and a trickle of brown liquid from her bowels as her bottom made contact with the potty. No-one minded, but Dr Lisbeth took out two tablets for the sissies to take explaining to their mummies that it would calm them down. The sissies swallowed their tablets before they were fully secured into their chairs. This was done with cuffs and straps which fastened their hands to the arms of their highchairs, another pair of cuffs that fastened their ankles to legs, with two short links which immobilized their necks and tethered them to the back of the chairs and, finally, two more straps that secured their waists and their chests just below their tits firmly to the chairs. Again Dr Lisbeth came forward and examined their modest, but nicely developing tits and swabbed them clean and dry with an antiseptic little towels.She then produced a tape measure ,each penis became erect after she lightly fondled them, Sissie's penis has now reduced from 4.4 inches erect to 3.7 inches and Baby susie's penis is a tiny 2.5 inches erect ,clearly a micro penis she announced triumphantly giggling and smiling. Completely useless for penetration .Now they only needed their thick penis gags inserted to be ready.Laughter could be heard from all the guests especially young Tracy who was filming and snapping pictures on her mobile phone. One or two women feeling sorry for the poor adult baby men who had become baby girls equipped with un manly tiny cocks. Dear friends, now is the time for Sissy and Baby to have their new names bestowed on then, Emma declared as the glowing barbecue which had sizzling quietly in the garden was carefully carried inside by the two maids. From the glowing charcoal embers Emma and Julie each now took out a branding iron which had been resting in the fire without those not in the know paying any notice, just thinking they were grill-irons for grilling meat. Emma and Julie positioned themselves besides their sissies and on cue from Lisbeth plunged the glowing red tip of their irons exactly free centimetres above the right-hand nipple of their sissies. Lisbeth counted to three while the immobilised sissies would have jumped in the air had they not been securely tethered as they frantically squirmed and made muffled noises in their gagged mouths and an aroma of burning flesh filled the air. As Dr Lisbeth said three the irons were lifted and displayed the new names in two-and-a.half centimetre burning scarlet which now permanently adorned the sissies titties, LULU on Sissy and BABS on Baby. Maid Helen was ready with a tray passing glasses of champagne to everyone for a toast to Lulu and Babs. The sissies gags were removed, but they were still left restrained in their high-chairs for a cooling down period, as Lisbeth said, applying some soothing and healing salve to the brands. And when everyone lifted their glasses of champagne the two maids approached Lulu and Babs with baby bottles and pressed them to the sissies lips. The bottles were full of yellow liquid, a personal gift from their mummies for their toast. After an hour Lulu and Babs were bandaged and let out of their highchairs. They were put in clean diapers and plastic panties frilly pink chiffon baby knickers and matching light pink soft see through very short nighties. They were then taken to their nursery were they were put in their crib and their arms and feet buckled down with straps for safety, so they could not tamper with their bandages and endanger the healing process. While this was done Tracy was still hovering around with her phone camera, which had recorded all the events of the evening. Now the young girl wished the sissies good night and added, -the highlights of your party will be on Youtube tomorrow and the the full version will be posted on the new Lulu and Babs sissybaby website which will be ready in a few days. I have promised your mummies I will be your babysitter when they go out on dates with real men and we can enjoy watching the videos together. I might bring some of my friends along . Its was true that although Julie and Emma had played with each other they missed having sex with manly types of guys, the sort who know how to dominate a woman in the bedroom take charge, men who are well endowed and know how to use their big alpha cocks.Within weeks both women went on double dates after meeting two large built guys on the internet.As the relationships quickly developed they disclosed they were married but their husbands were sissy adult babies and were unable to please them ,sex with their husbands was rubbish .When Emma and julie finally introduced their lovers to their baby girl husbands it was quite clear once nappies were removed and their tiny stiff penis were fully on display these gorgeous women needed some sexual satisfaction .The poor hapless babies who loved their Mommies very much were forced to watch their wives pleasured by the big rough men with their very large thick over sized ciocks.Hearing how these men described their wives vaginas as feeling very tight .Emma and Julie then having had to remind them of their baby dick sized hubbies was the reason. When Emma and Julie were brutally fucked hard their moans intensified into wonderful orgasms. The poor sissy babies could do nothing but make creamies in their wet nappies and pink frilly girl attire.The added humiliation of having young pretty babysitters like Tracy and her friends come over for the night made it even worse .These sexy attractive 18 year old girls having full knowledge of their cuckold status ,seeing them clothed in frilly pink baby girl clothes , seeing their tiny cocks during nappy changes heaped more shame on the sissy girl husbands but what could they do. Epilogue The sissies brands healed nicely and soon they did not need the bandages that Dr Lisbeth had covered the marks with. Julie and Emma were originally a bit unsure as to how Lulu and Babs would adapt themselves to their new names and their markings. They had even discussed whether they should introduce a special disciplinary regime of regular spankings ,humiliate them even more if the teenage babysitters are present ,seeing their baby's over the laps of their lovers for a good hard hand spanking made their panties wet just thinking about such an event. Even Dr Lisbeth encouraged Emma and Julie to continue their sissy baby husbands cuckolding, knowing that two very attractive women could never have a fulfilling sex life with their husbands tiny cocks .What woman would put up with a man dressed in frilly baby clothes in addition to having toddler sized penis Dr Lisbeth stated confidently, Your sissy baby husbands will soon get used to having real men sharing your bed, perhaps the baby girls will begin to call them Daddy and when the babies misbehave yes its quite appropriate their Daddies spank their bottoms, being a sissy baby girl is very much about humiliation and what could be more humiliating than having your husband dressed as a baby girl being spanked by a real man.The three women laughed hysterically but the two attractive mommies took the good Drs advice.
  16. "I have had enough!" "Pull down your pants this instant." He stared at his wife Cindy is a very attractive 34 year old , frightened by her outrage and clumsily fumbled with the button of his jeans. He slowly pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles and he stood back up, holding his head down in embarrassment. "Just as I thought, you are wearing a disgusting nappies again and plastic pants I see." "Clearly you are no longer the man I married. Come to think about it you have never really been much of a man inside our outside our bedroom with your tiny little problem." "I desire to be with a real man, not a little baby. Since you cannot seem to respect my demands to stop wearing nappies maybe in nappies and plastic pants is exactly where a pathetic excuse of a husband like you belongs." "I am going to make this very simple for you. Nappies or divorce?" Tears started to well up in his eyes as he tried to look at his wife. Clearly, sneaking around behind her back wearing cloth nappies and plastic pants had finally pushed her over the edge. What was his wife of ten years asking? After years of hatred and disgust over his diaper fetish was she now seriously considering leaving him? "I will not repeat myself again. Its nappies or a divorce?" Instinctively he cried out diapers, not fully understanding the consequences of his choice. He would soon find out. A smile grew on his wife's pretty face. She had expected for her husband to decide nappies and she wickedly thought about what that meant for her. Her sexy flimsy panties started to get moist over the thought she could finally now go out and find a real man and her nappied husband would have no say in the matter. "Nappies it will be then. Tell me who wears nappies ? "Babies do." "Babies do, what?" "Babies wear nappies." "Babies wear nappies what?" He looked at his wife completely confused. What was she demanding he tell her? "How about babies wear nappies AND plastic pants, Mommy!" His heart began to beat faster. Never had his wife ever role played with his fetish before and now she was standing in front of him demanding that he call her Mommy. "Babies wear nappies and plastic, Mommy." "That is right, babies wear NAPPIES. What do babies do in their them?" "They potty in them, Mommy." "That is right, both pee pee and poo poo don't they?" "Yes Mommy, babies go pee pee and poo poo in their nappies ." "How many times have you messed in your nappy?" He once again looked down in shame and could not find the words to answer his wife. "How many times have you shit in your pants you disgusting SISSY, I will not ask you again?" "A few Mommy." "I knew you were that pathetic. Well, guess what, I hope you are ready to become very messy. Do you know why?" "No Mommy." "You will now be wearing nappies permanently, baby. I am not talking about an every once in awhile thing either. You wanted to wear them so much and now you will get to wear them for the rest of your life. At first it will be difficult on both of us but hopefully eventually we both will accept our new roles in our marriage. In time my guess is that by going potty in your nappies all the time that you will become completely unpotty trained. You will have no choice but to be diapered all the time unless I decide to humiliate you by making you go potty in your pants when we are out and about...even without plastic pants if I choose to." He was in complete shock. Who had invaded his wife's mind? She had gone from demanding no nappies and plastic pants all to wanting him to wear them all the time ,for the rest of his life? Part of him was excited yet part of him was scared of the new life he had chosen for himself. "Now that I have shared with you that you will be permanently wearing your potty I think it is time for Mommy to explain to you your new life as my baby." "Since I can never look at you as a man ever again from this day forward I think it is best that you become my little girl. As of right now I have no intentions on removing your tiny wee wee or your pathetic little balls but your behavior could change my mind if you chose to be disobedient. When you are not busy at work providing for us I will be constantly reminding you that you are no longer the man of the house. At work, you will still be required to wear nappies and plastic pants and use them of course but I have not decided yet if you will wear something more girly under your pants to remind you of being my little girl. At home you will be dressed as a complete sissy baby girl always in an appropriate frilly pink satin dress and matching frilly baby knickers or onesie. This is non negotiable and you will do as I say or you will be severely punished. I am still not completely convinced that I should stay with a pathetic wimp like you have become." "The hardest thing you will have to accept is that since you are no longer a man you will no longer be allowed to do grown up things in the bedroom. Do you know what a cuckold is?" "No Mommy, what is a cuckold?" "Something you will most definitely soon become, that is one thing I know for sure." With a devilish grin on her face she left the room without saying another word and he was left standing with his pants pulled down and his nappy and clear plastic pants exposed. He could not help but to wet himself. With his wife out of the room his mind was racing. His thoughts were everywhere as he tried to figure out exactly what had just happened. It was shocking to him how much his life had just changed in a matter of a few minutes. His suddenly began to focus on the last thing his wife had told him before she left him alone. What was a cuckold he curiously thought to himself. Still with his pants down he grabbed his phone and got on the internet. He began nervously typing the word. C-U-C-K...there is was, cuckold. The first link on google was an online dictionary. He curiously clicked on the link and his heart sunk deep into his chest as he read the definition. Noun. A man who has an unfaithful wife. Is this what his desire to wear diapers had cost him? His wife's fidelity? As he started to cry he reached for his nappy almost immediately, intent on removing the pink safety pins it and showing his wife he was a man. When his hand reached for the pins he suddenly stopped. Wait a minute he thought to himself. How long had it been since he had last fucked his wife? While he was lost in thought his wife had meanwhile came back into the room. She stood behind him as he found out what the word cuckold meant and to his dismay sent a tingle to her pussy. She saw him reach into the nappy and plastic pants to find the secured nappy pins and became very upset. "What do you think you are doing little girl? Do babies take off their nappies?" "I do not want to be a baby anymore, or wear nappies, or be your cuckold. I am a man, your man." "Really?" His wife reached down and forcefully grabbed his crotch of his plastic pants and wet cloth terry nappy "What is this? Do men wear baby clothes? Do men go potty in their pants? Does a real man have a tiny cock? No they do not. You are wearing a nappy and plastic baby pants that you pissed in and you have a VERY small thin puny and unsatisfying wee wee. I can barely even feel it through your nappy in fact it can be described as a baby dick. You are far from a man, you are a sissy wimp, your tiny three inches was never going to satisfy me " "I do not want you to cheat on me!" "Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to wear baby clothes. I will give you a choice. If you take that diaper off I want you to start packing your things and get out of my house because I will divorce you." She once again left the room and grabbed a bar of soap from the master bathroom. She returned to find her husband still wearing his white cloth nappy and see through plastic pants. "I see your nappy is still on. Mommy must teach you a lesson for thinking you can decide when to try and act as a man when ever you want. Open your mouth." He opened his mouth as his wife shoved they bar of soap into it. "Bite down on the soap, and pull your diaper down enough to expose your bottom. Mommy is going to put you over her knee and spank you." He decided now was not the time to test his new Mommy's patience so he quickly did as he was told. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and he carefully laid himself across her lap. "Mommy has to teach you a lesson little girl. If you do not want a divorce then you will take your punishment like a good little sissy baby." Smack! His wife's hand came down onto his exposed bottom aggressively and without remorse. He cried out immediately in pain but his wife was emotionless as she spanked him over and over again. This is what he deserved. After years of being dishonest by hiding his adult baby fetish and his inability to sexually please she wanted him to feel the pain she had been forced to suffer through. After about the tenth swat his bottom began to blister. That was enough for today and she demanded that her sobbing husband get up off of her lap and yelled for him to go and stand in the corner. "You are nothing but my pathetic, sissy baby girl now. You will do as I say at all times or be severely punished. I have been sexually deprived by you for years and I need a real man. You need baby clothes and I need my sexual needs taking care of, to be fucked by a real man with a big thick cock. Turn around, look me in the eye, and tell me that you will be my cuckold." He reluctantly turned around and looked at his wife. Despite the hurt he felt inside he could not help to notice that his wee wee was actually hard. His wife's dominating demeanor was intoxicating and he knew he had no choice but to do as she said. "Mommy, I will be your cuckold." "How pathetic. You just told your wife to fuck around on you and I am going to do just that. I will quite literally rub my new found sexual satisfaction in your face." "Does your best friend know you like to wear diapers?" "No Mommy, why?" "Because that is who I plan to fuck tonight. Something I am sure he never shared with you was during your birthday party I had a few drinks and my hand ended up in your best friend's lap. I was shocked to find out he had the biggest cock I have ever felt. After a few playful squeezes his big cock began to grow hard in my hand but unfortunately he quickly pushed it away. My panties were very wet. Since that night I have dreamed about fucking your best friend. I want you to call him and ask him if he is willing to save your marriage." Words could not explain what he was feeling right now. He was upset and disgusted but also extremely sexually aroused. His little wee wee started to get hard against the padding of his cloth nappy . He picked up his phone and dialed his best friend's number. "Hey buddy, what's up? I have a bit of situation here at the house and I need your help..." With that said his wife ripped the phone from his hand and began casually talking to his best friend. "Hello. Question, did you know your best friend likes to wear nappies? Yep, he even pisses and shits in them too. I have decided he is no longer man enough to be my husband and I am turning him into a permanent sissy baby girl. He wanted to wear nappies so he will now wear them forever. Since I have no desire to be with an unpotty trained sissy I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming over tonight? Do you remember that night I grabbed your cock? My pussy has stayed wet thinking about that night ever since. Your best friend has never been able to satisfy me sexually because his dick is so tiny and I am ready for a real man to take my neglected pussy. Yes, of course. I will have him ask you himself." She excitedly threw the phone back at me and told me to ask him politely to fuck her. "Hello buddy. Yes, er I do like to wear baby clothes. I need your help here. My wife needs a real man to fuck her and she has fallen in love with your big cock. Will you please come over and fuck her tonight. I am incapable of sexually satisfying her. Thank you buddy, you probably have saved my marriage." "He will come over and fuck you tonight, Mommy." His wife looked at him passionately. Not because she wanted him but because she wanted his best friend. She slowly lifted her skirt up and carefully pulled down her sexy white silky panties. As she did so he could not help to notice that her pussy juices had overflowed into the crotch and began to run wildly down her inner thighs. Her lust for his best friend's cock had her inner core molten with desire. She would soon know what it was like to fuck a real man. "Can you see how wet my panties are? You have never made my pussy this wet. I am so excited to fuck your best friend tonight. I want you to taste how excited I am. I want you to taste my need for him. Open your mouth sissy baby." With that said she placed her silky white skimpy little panties over his head. They were definitely soaked and he could taste her salty desire for his best friend.The sexy smell of her juices making his three inches ach in the confines of his nappy and plastic knickers. "Are my panties yummy little girl? This is just a little cuckold appetizer for you. I will be serving you the main dish tonight once I fuck your best friend. How does it make you feel that your best friend will turn you into my cuckold? Judging by the little bulge in your diaper you seem to be very excited as well. Ahhhh, is my little girl getting wet too?" The truth was he was very excited. His little wee wee betrayed his feelings. How could he allow his best friend to fuck his wife. How could he be so turned on by the thoughts of his wife being fucked by a real man. He began to cry again uncertain if he was crying tears of sorrow of tears of joy. "I think I will turn your best friend into my new best friend. I guarantee he will never look at you the same again. Maybe if you are a good little girl he will go from being your best friend to your new Daddy. I will happily allow him to completely replace you in our martial bed. See, isn't wearing baby clothes fun?" He laid on his back looking up at the ceiling. Was all this really happening or was he dreaming some sort of fantasy filled nightmare? She had never even considered changing his nappies before yet here he was laid out on their bed awaiting for his wife to change his diaper for the first time ever. He felt embarrassed and vulnerable but also excited and very aroused. "Where do you hide your baby clothes sweet little girl, I know you have them hidden around here somewhere?" "They are in the big suitcase in our closet Mommy." She opened the closet and unzipped the suitcase. Inside she found several different types of large terry cloth nappy squares, a vast assortment of see-through plastic pants some had lace on the rear ,a pink changing pad, diaper rash ointment, baby wipes, and baby powder. She unzipped the large pocket on the outside of the suitcase and she immediately started laughing. She always knew he was such a sissy wimp . Inside she found a large, pink satin Disney Princess dress complete with lace in typical baby girl fashion the hem being quite short.Frilly pink satin baby knickers with layer upon layer of pale pink lace on the front and rear completed the baby girl outfit. An oversized, pink pacifier with pink ribbon attached was found amongst the pile however this was shaped like a penis. As she pulled everything out she saw a very pretty pale pink short frilly baby-doll nightie she would demand her little girl wear this with some frilly baby knickers when her new lover comes to the house tonight "I only see a few of these pink sissy things do you have anymore hidden around?" "No Mommy, thats all I have ." "Of course my little bitch has. These are the baby clothes I want you to wear from now on unless I tell you otherwise, do you understand little girl?" "Yes Mommy." "You will be wearing one of this tonight when you become my cuckold." she held up the short frilly pink chiffon nylon nightie and a pair of his frilly satin baby knickers she said giggling. He turned as pink as the knickers. His best friend was about to find out just how big of a sissy wimp he really was. Reaching in his pants pocket she grabbed his wallet and pulled out his credit card. "What is the name of the company that makes these frilly baby clothes little girl?" "sissybabies4Mommy." She looked the company up on her phone and dialed the number. "Hello, I am interested in purchasing all of the pink frilly baby clothes ,dresses and panties and adult nappies you currently have such items in stock. Really oh wow I never knew nappies could cost so much. Yes, I would still like lots of sissy baby items. What size? I am not sure, let me ask my husband since he will be the one wearing them." "What size diapers so you wear little ?" "Size large Mommy." His wife did not mute the phone when she asked her husband his size and she heard the sales lady begin to laugh. "Yes, size large. I apologize for my husband being so pathetic. I caught him today sneaking around wearing nappies and plastic baby pants for the last time. Since he has decided he wanted to wear them so much I decided he will now wear them forever. You have other kinds of baby girl clothes for an adult ? I definitely think that little girls like him belong in very pink diapers and frilly knickers. A chastity device? What is that? Very, very interesting it will be fun seeing him measured up for one of those ...he's sooo tiny . I am not sure why he needs one though, he will never be making love to me again. Masturbation? That makes since. I will think about it and probably order one the next time I call. Yes, are you ready? His credit card number is...." The final charge ended up being over five thousand dollars. That meant that literally over a thousand diapers would be showing up at their front door. It was such a large order that the supplier had to contract a special freight company to deliver them. Part of him thought she was not serious about all this but now after such a large order it left little doubt in his mind he truthfully was going to be turned into his wife's little sissy girl. "Now that we have your extra baby clothes ordered lets see if Mommy can figure out how to change her little girl's nappy." Her husband had never been man enough to give her a baby so now she would have to learn how to be a Mommy. The first lesson she knew that she needed to master was how to change her husband's nappy. She knew changing her husband's diapers all the time would be an inconvenience sometimes but something about the control she had over her little girl made her pussy very wet. Her new found dominance bolstered her self-confidence and made her feel very sexy. This was perfect because she was about to start dating again. As she stood over her husband with a new nappy in her hand she suddenly had an evil idea. She needed a teacher and it just so happened to be that her young attractive best friend worked as an assistant at a retirement home. Surely, if anyone knew how to diaper an adult it was her. She had already shared with her best friend about how sexually frustrated her husband made her. Her best friend also knew that she had grabbed her husband's best friend's cock in a moment of weakness. She doubted her friend would be surprised to learn that her husband liked to wear baby clothes. She also knew that her husband would need a babysitter while she started dating again and decided now would be the perfect time to fill her best friend in on her new marriage arrangement. She laid the clean cloth nappy next to her husband and called her best friend in front of her little girl. "Hello Lucy, how are you? I have a bit of a situation here at home with my husband and I could really use my best friend's help. No, I was not caught cheating on him...yet. I did catch him however wearing baby clothes. I have caught him many times wearing them but was always too embarrassed to share his perversions with you. Today I caught him sneaking around in nappies and plastic pants for the last time. I gave him a choice...diapers or a divorce. He has chosen diapers. He has now officially become my little girl and will be wearing frilly baby clothes forever. Yes, a divorce probably would be easier but this is a lot more fun. Since I know you change a lot of diapers at your job I was wondering if you would mind coming over and showing me how it's done. I already have my little girl laying on the bed waiting to be changed. You can come over now? That's awesome, I will see you soon and thank you so much for your support and understanding." Was this really happening? Now his wife's best friend was coming over to teach her how to diaper him? Could he be anymore humiliated? He knew the answer to that was no as soon his wife would be fucking his best friend.His wifes friend was a very attractive younger woman perhaps no more than 24 years of age she had lovely long straight blonde hair unlike his wife's long dark straight hair. He was startled by the sound of the doorbell as he was contemplating his new life. His wife left the room and he heard her answer the door. He could here his wife chatting with her best friend and there definitely was a lot of laughter and giggling. Their banter grew louder as they neared the bedroom. He was so scared at this point he began to wet his nappy again. "Oh my fucking god. He really is wearing a fucking diaper. How pathetic. What a fucking loser. I told you to divorce him a long time ago and from the looks of his dirty diaper I was right. I cannot believe you are willing to stay married to such a loser. This is taking for better or worse to a whole new level. Thankfully he makes a lot of money or why else would you stay with him." He began to sob like a baby. "Now, now. I do still love him very much and I know he cannot help his desire to wear baby clothes. I have accepted that and I have now given him what he wants. Now, I will get what I want...his best friend's cock in my hungry pussy." "What? You are going to fuck his best friend?" "Yep. Tonight, as a matter of fact and I am wet just thinking about it. I will make his best friend teach him how a real man fucks a woman. He will be forced to watch his me finally sexually fulfilled." "I am so happy for you. You have needed this for a long time. Now, let me teach you how to change the sissy diaper." "First you take the new nappy and open it up. Stretch it out as far as you and carefully fold like this making sure you secure with the nappy.Use the plastic covered soaker pads with plastic pants which will help to prevent your little girl's nappy from leaking around her legs. He watched intently as his wife took the diaper from her best friend and practiced stretching and folding it. The crinkly sound the new plastic pants and soaker pad made sent shivers down his spine. "Will she be messing in her diaper too?" "It is so funny you are calling my husband a her and a she. I guess I will have to get used to that now she is my baby girl. Yes, just like a baby, she will do everything in her nappy." "Excellent. Will you hand me the changing pad over there. You should always use a changing pad because dirty diapers can be quite messy. I see she has only wet herself now but I will simulate like she is both wet and messy. Lift up your bottom sissy didums." My wife looked on intently as her best friend slid the changing pad under him. He settled his bottom back down onto the pad and waited for the laughter. "When you unclip her nappy pins be careful not to hurt your baby girl." One pin undone. The second pin undone. Now the third pin was undone. The sound was like a badge of shame upon his senses. Now came the fourth and final pin. His soft white nappy was pulled down and laughter erupted in the room. "Oh my God. No wonder you have been so sexually frustrated. I cannot recall ever seeing an elderly man's penis this small. Come to think of it most elderly women have a bigger clitoris. How pathetic. I never understood why you bought so many sex toys as you were always bragging about them. Now I know why. Could you even feel him ?" "Barely. Now you see why he is my little girl now? Her little wee wee belongs in a nappy." "It most definitely does. Now lets get back to teaching you how to diaper your little girl. First take her dirty diaper and pull it out from under her. If she had made a poo poo you would take the back of the dirty diaper and wipe as much of her filth from her bottom into the diaper as possible. She may be a big baby between her legs but she will shit like a man. Now is also a great time to talk about internal deodorizers. At the nursing home our patients that are incontinent are given a pill that reduces the very unpleasant odor given off by an adult's dirty diaper. I recommend your little girl starts taking them immediately for everyone around her's sake. Okay, back to diaper changing 101. Remove her nappy but do not roll it up yet. Now, usually I would be uncomfortable touching my best friend's husband's cock but this really is no different than changing a baby's diaper. Grab the baby wipes and begin wiping her entire diaper area down. The cleaner you make her the less chance she will get a diaper rash." As his wife's friend began wiping his wee wee he felt it start to harden. He quickly covered his eyes with the back of his arm in embarrassment from his arousal. "As you can see her little penis is starting to get hard smiling she said oh poor baby is so tiny and thin her she was unable to contain her laughter. This is quite a normal reaction when I change nappies at work. It is important to recognize this as you always want your little girl's wee wee pointed down inside of her diaper to prevent her from wetting out the top of it. Often times I will give my elderly patients a more thorough wipe down wink wink. Needless to say they always look forward to their next diaper change. Now you try. Come over here and wipe down your little girl's penis." She grabbed the wipe from her best friend's hand and began to wipe her husband's wee wee. After two slow and deliberately sensual wipes she began to feel the all too familar spasms in her husband's wee wee. He was starting to prematurely ejaculate and was doing so right in front of her friend. She quickly let go of his wee wee and grabbed the dirty diaper laying next to him. She paid special attention not to touch his wee wee as he began to make his preemies. She wanted his orgasm ruined and wanted him left frustrated. "Is he actually cuming? That is unbelievable. I have never seen anyone cum from such little stimulation. Even more reason why you were completely frustrated sexually." "I am about ready to remedy that problem tonight. Hurry up and finish making your preemie creamies so we can clean up the second mess you have made today little girl." He began to feel his semen bubbling out of his tiny wee wee and bucked his hips wildly to try and find some stimulation. It was no use, there was no nappy there to rub against. He heard his wife and best friend start to laugh as his ruined orgasm leaked slowly out of his wee wee and down into his used diaper. He was left unsatisfied and completely unfulfilled. "Now you know what it is like to be left frustrated. You made a lot of creamy sissies though. Let me take my finger and scoop up some of your pathetic gooies and feed them to you. You need to get used to this taste because tonight you will find out what your best friend tastes like." She took her sissy coated finger and shoved it in her husband's mouth. He began to suck it greedily which is what she expected from such a sissy baby His wife and her best friend giggled at him as he suckled on her finger. He did not understand why he found the taste of his release so yummy but knew he wanted some more. "Looks like your little girl made all gone." "She most certainly did. Babies need their milk to stay healthy and rest assured your Mommy will be feeding you plenty of it once she starts dating again. Now that your little premature interruption is done let's get back to changing your diaper." "I think I may need to borrow one of your husband's diapers, I have been laughing so hysterically I may have pissed my panties a little." "Oh my panties are already wet but not from laughing and certainly not from watching my little girl shoot her pathetic preemies into her used diaper." "I bet. Tonight you will probably explode. If his cock is as big as you say it is you are in for a real toe curling experience. His wife began laughing uncontrollably. "From the sounds of things it looks like her preemies will only be going into a nappy. How does it feel to know that your sticky little mess will never get a chance to make a baby...because you are the baby." Both women started laughing uncontrollably. They were really rubbing his new life into his face and despite the embarrassment he found it very exciting. "Have your little girl lift up her bottom and place the new nappy underneath her. Adjust it so that it is centered on her baby parts and the soaker pad is in the middle. You can easily check if it is positioned right by pulling it up temporarily between her legs like this like this. " Lucy demonstrated by placing the new soft terry nappy under his bottom and folding it then applied four pink headed large safety pins.She then picked up the clear plastic pants and threaded his long skinny legs into the leg openings .She pulled them up high so the waistband reached his belly button and patted his crotch,all secure now she said smiling at the sissy baby staring up at her blue eyes. " You should take your little girl out and and go shopping for a sexy outfit and some provocative lingerie. A nice mani, pedi, and a Brazilian wax all on hubby's credit card should have you sparkling for your new lover tonight. If we keep this up I will never be able to teach you how to change your husband's diaper." His wife wanted to learn how to properly change her husband's diaper as she knew this would be the new normal for her everyday life. Babies need their nappies changed. Yet she could not stop fantasizing about her husband's best friend's cock. She wondered if it would be awkward between them like it was the last time she has put a move on him. He spent a lot of time hanging out at the house with them and she knew by his attitide he was an aggressive kind of guy. She had over heard him bragging on many occassions the spoils of his sexual conquests. He definitely was not shy in the bedroom and seemed to prefer woman that were submissive to him. She even once heard him talking about fucking a girl in her ass, something she had never done before. The thought of his big cock in the depth of her bowels was tantalizing scary." "Ahhh...girl on cloud nine...snap out of it. I do not have all day to spend teaching you how to change this pathetic piece of shit's diaper. Once her diaper is positioned use some barrier cream to help prevent diaper rash. At the retirement center we use Calmoseptin Ointment but you can also use creams found in the baby aisle of your local store like Destin or Balmex. Apply the cream liberally paying special attention where her diaper will rub such as the inner thighs. A real man's testicles can sometimes cause chafing if they are big enough but clearly we do not have that problem with your husband. How disgusting. Her girly goo is still leaking out of her wee wee. We need to hurry up and get her diaper pulled up before she makes another mess. After the cream, sprinkle powder on her girly parts. Be careful not to use too much because it will interfere with the absorption rate of her soaker pad. Make sure her little wee wee is tucked down and pull her nappy up nice and tight. "Thank you so much for your help. I know this is not the normal help you would give to a friend. You have taught me so much." "What are best friends for. Besides I am happy to help my best friend out knowing that she will finally get the pleasure she deserves. Call me, I want details you dirty slut and we can talk later about my babysitting services. Love you." With that the two woman kissed each other briefly on the cheeks and left the room. The room was spinning. He had just been diapered by his wife's best friend while his wife watched and to make matters worse he made preemies after his wee wee was barely touched. Maybe his wife was right. She does need a real man. Still laying on the bed in nothing but his fresh nappy and plastic pants he heard his wife's phone ring. She answered it very enthusiastically and whoever she was talking to seemed to have her excited. He got off the bed and stood at the bedroom door trying to listen in on her conversation. She noticed him almost immediately "What the hell are you doing? This is a grown up conversation. Take your silly nappied bottom into the guest room little girl while I talk to a real man. If you get bored watch some cartoons. " "Yes Mommy." He went to the guest room as Mommy instructed, slowly shutting the door behind him. After about five minutes he could not help but to put his ear to the door. He could swear he heard his wife moaning loudly in the master bedroom. After what seemed like eternity he heard the bedroom door open and knew from the footsteps his wife was fast approaching the guest bedroom. He quickly moved to the bed and sat down. His wife came through the door with his pretty frilly pink satin baby knickers in her hand. "Here, put these on over your diaper and get dressed. We have some shopping and pampering to do before tonight. It is only fair right? I pamper you and you pamper me. Oh, I almost forgot, Mommy has a surprise for you." He watched intently as his wife reached underneath her dress and pulled something out of her pussy. It glistened in her hand as she held it up to him. "While I was talking to your best friend on the phone about the details of tonight I started to get uncontrollably turned on. I saw your pretty pink pacifier laying on the bed and could not help but to shove it into my dripping wet pussy. As you can tell Mommy can make preemie creamies too. Your best friend asked me if I was his dirty slut and if I was touching myself. I told him I had your pacifier shoved up my soaked pussy. He laughed and instructed me not to cum as he wanted me to feel that pleasure tonight as his cock is buried inside of me. I asked him if he was going to fuck me in our marital bed and he said he would happily leave a wet spot on your side of the bed. He also told me to let you know that you need to thank him tonight for taking the time to help flavor your pacifier. Now open your mouth." His wife forcefully shoved the dripping pacifier in his mouth. He could both taste and smell his wife's need for his best friend's cock. The fake penis pacifier was coated deliciously with her creamy insides. "Is that Yummy little girl? Tonight you will get to try another special flavor of Mommy's pussy, a special formula of milk from your best friend's balls combined with freshly churned cream from your Mommy's pussy. We will call is Sissy's Delight. Hey, what is with the sad face princess? You should be excited about tasting your best friend for the first time tonight." He could not believe all this was happening. He reached for the frilly satin knickers and stepped into them, pulling them snugly up over his thick diaper.and plastic pants The inside of the knickers were lined with a very crinkly plastic designed to help prevent nappy leaks. They would definitely keep his pants dry but unfortunately for him every step he takes would make that unmistaken sound of rustling plastic pants. "Wow those panties are really loud little girl. You better hope Mommy does not decide to take you into a quiet bookstore to buy you some Disney Princess coloring books while we are out shopping He gazed out the window as he sat quietly in the front seat of his wife's car. His pink penis pacifier, freshly flavored with Mommy's pussy, was still in his mouth. As he suckled on his Mommy's excitement he wondered what was going through her mind. She had not said much since they started driving towards the mall but he imagined her thoughts were consumed on what tonight would bring. Deep down inside he knew his wife deserved this and so did he. He had a flashback to the last time he remembered making love to his wife and he recalled that he only lasted about three seconds despite barely being able to feel his wife's slippery pussy. He had suspected then his wife was cheating on him as she did not seem overly frustrated with his literal shortcomings. He rolled over in embarrassment and pretended to go to sleep. After about an hour he felt his wife shift on the bed and heard the drawer of her night stand open. He felt the weight of something as she moved it to their bed. It was heavy. She moved very slowly at first trying to hide the fact that her fingers had found her pussy. He felt her legs open as she spread them wide. She picked up what she had retrieved from the night stand and positioned it between her legs. He quickly realized she was about to give herself what her husband was incapable of giving to her, sexual satisfaction. As she filled her pussy full of her very familiar lover a soft moan escaped her delicate mouth. He felt her hips begin to rock, slowly at first as she began to fuck herself. He thought about rolling over and giving his wife a helping hand but decided he had already disappointed her enough. And that is when it happened. As she fucked herself he heard her call out his best friend's name. Not once but over and over again as she began to fuck herself faster and faster. She cared little of disturbing him now as she was on the cusp of a very intense orgasm. He felt her move faster and faster until she suddenly tensed up and whispered passionately that she was cumming. Those were words be had never heard her say before when they made love. She laid motionless for a few minutes, breathing hard, undoubtedly fulfilled. He felt her reach down and pull her lover from her body and then got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. He fell asleep ashamed of his sexual inadequacies. The next day while she was out shopping he pulled a nappy out from his secret hiding spot and put it on with his plastic baby pants. After wetting it several times it was time for him to fill his diaper with his pleasure before his wife came home. He laid on the bed and started to hump his nappy and plastic pants but his wife's night stand caught his eye. He wondered. He humped. He wondered some more. He stopped and hesitated as he reached for the drawer of her night stand. He felt guilty, as if he was invading his wife's privacy. She clearly did not want to share her secret lover with him. He still could not help himself. He opened the drawer and looked inside and what he found shocked him. Inside was a very large dildo that was easily two times bigger than his wee wee and almost twice as thick must have been seven or eight inches he thought. So this is what she had been cheating on him with. At that moment he realized that he honestly did not deserve his wife's pussy. He deserved baby clothes and she deserved a real man. He closed the drawer and quickly humped away until he filled his terry nappy with his sticky sissies. As he was finishing he heard his wife come in the door. He quickly hid his nasty diaper just as the door to their bedroom opened. "What are you thinking about little girl?" "That I do not want you to fuck my best friend." "Well maybe you should have thought about that before you decided you wanted to wear baby clothes. Do you think it is fair for me to be married to a sissy baby who wants to potty in their pants all day?" "I guess not Mommy." "Of course not. I am a woman with womanly needs. You clearly are a baby with a very tiny and unsatisfying penis who wants to be diapered all day. Do men wear diapers?" "No Mommy." "Are you my baby girl?" "Yes Mommy." "Do baby girls fuck their Mommies?" "No Mommy." "Who fucks Mommy?" "Daddy." "Yes, a Daddy. Your best friend is about to become your Daddy tonight. I really gave you no choice in the matter. Either choice you made, diapers or divorce, 'I'm going to sleep with him I desperately need sexaual satidfaction. Do you understand little girl?" "I guess so Mommy." "You guess so?" "I understand Mommy." "That's my good little girl. Look, we are at the mall now. Mommy is so excited. You have so much to buy for me now that I will be dating again. First thing is first, we need to get you a nappy bag. Your diapers and baby knickers are so big that they do not fit so well in Mommy's purse." He looked over at his wife's purse and saw a few of his pink plastic pants poking out from the top. "Mommy, we cannot go into the mall like that, won't you be embarrassed?" "What is embarrassing is being married to a man who wants to wear baby clothes and has a three inch erection, a babies wee wee. Trust me, I am used to being embarrassed by you. Now spit out your paci and give it to Mommy. I am warning you now, if you back talk me in the mall I will shove it right back into your mouth regardless of who sees. Do you understand sissy girl" "Yes Mommy." They got out of the car and started walking towards the mall. His plastic panties crinkled every step he took and he felt so pathetic. He looked over at his wife and she was practically skipping. She seemed oblivious to the crinkles in his pants and had a glow to her he had never seen before. Clearly this day was going to be very special for her and he knew he needed to behave like the good little girl she wanted him to be. "Now, hold Mommy's hand little girl, I do not want my little baby to get hit by a car." The first store they entered was a large department store. They headed hand in hand towards the baby section. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find diaper bags?" "Yes mam, I will take you to them, they are right over here. Are you a new mother like me?" "Of sorts...do you happen to have any pinkish ones?" "Yes mam, here is one that has princesses and stars on it. It has ample storage room for diapers, supplies, and even bottles." Bottles. Now that was something she had not even thought about for her new baby girl. "That bag will work perfectly. What bottles do you recomend?" "Well that depends on the age of your baby, mam. I personally like these bottles." "She is almost 40 years old." "Excuse me mam? You mean 40 months, right?" "Nope, my husband has a nappy fetish and decided they were more important to him than our marriage. So today he has become my little girl. He saw the young pretty sales associate look at him in disbelief. He turned red and looked away as she made eye contact with him. "Ohhhhh...ummmmm...yeah...I see that. We really do not have things designed for a baby of his er.. I mean her size. "You mean like these?" He watched as his wife pulled out his cloth nappy and frilly plastic lined baby knickers and showed them to the shocked lady who cold have only recently just finished college.. "Those are the biggest but cutest frilly babies panties I have ever seen. Is she wearing a nappy and frilly knickers now ?" she said teasing. "Yes , but we are running low on her favorite cloth nappies and knickers . would you like to see?" "Sure, why not?" "Bend over little girl." He did as she instructed right in front of the sexy sales lady. His wife pulled up the back of his frilly kickers and plastic panties showing them to the helpful young lady. "My those are so cute and frilly she giggled. At first I was really weirded out by this whole situation but now I am kind of intrigued. As my boss always says, the customer is always right. From the looks of it you clearly made the right decision turning your husband into a little girl. She is very obedient." "She is learning to be, we will know for sure tonight." "Pardon me for asking, what will happen tonight?" "I have a hot date with my husband's best friend. Speaking of which, since you are such an amazing saleswoman do you mind helping me pick out a whole new wardrobe? Dress me as you would a single woman." "That will be no problem at all mam, I work off of commission anyway and the more you buy the happier I will be. Should I go and get a couple carts?" "Oh my husband is buying all this for me and yes you will most definitely need more than one cart." The lady left with his new very pink and very babyish diaper bag around her shoulder. He thought about running away and hiding but he knew his Mommy would punish him severally if he did so. He just stood there in silence as the lady returned with a couple of carts. It was going to be a very long day. "Wow, that is a very sexy dress." "Yes mam, very short too, should bring a hot mama like you a lot of attention while out at the bar." His wife and the attractive saleswoman chatted like they were best friends. They giggled like two school girls whispering who knows what into each other's ears. He could not determine if the saleswoman simply wanted the nice commission from all the new clothing piling into the shopping carts or if she genuinely liked his wife. He would soon find out. "I need something special for tonight." "I have just the right outfit that will have your little girl's best friend so turned on that you will not be wearing it very long." "That is the kind of special I was talking about...show me, show me now." He watched as the lady skipped over to a very skimpy short black leather skirt and pulled it from the hanger. She then grabbed a salty white silk button down blouse that was was cut off at the mid section. He had never seen his wife wear such provocative clothing even when they first started dating. "You need to try this sexy outfit on, do you mind if I go into the dressing room with you?" "Sure, why not." The two woman went into the dressing room and he was left outside by himself. Just as he thought about wondering away his wife peeked her head out of the dressing room door. "I am so sorry little girl, I forgot that you are nothing but my baby now. Get in here before someone tries to steal my little girl." "Yes Mommy." He entered the now very crowded dressing room, crinkling with every step. "Your little girl sure is crinkly." "She sure is, even though I invited you in here I want you to turn around and face the corner while Mommy tries on this outfit." "Yes Mommy." He turned around and stuffed his nose in the corner. He heard his wife start to pull down her pants and suddenly the sales lady screamed out. "Oh no way...no, no, no no, way. Single girls do not wear panties like that. You may be a Mommy but you sure the hell are not a grandmother. I will be right back." The lady left and there was a weird silence in the dressing room. What was there to be said. His wife was shopping for the perfect outfit to help entice his best friend to fuck her tonight. The lady returned quickly. "Here is something more fitting for a woman who will soon be dating. Let's get those granny panties off and get you into something much sexier." She was very excited. For years she had worn full cotton, high cut briefs as she simply was not sexually attracted to her husband. Why wear something sexy for a baby that snuck around wearing diapers. Her life was changing and it was changing right this very instant. As the lady handed her a pair of white satin and lace very sexy panties their eyes made contact with one another. Never in her life had she found a woman attractive but this young saleswoman was really turning her on sexually. She noticed that her large breasts where practically popping out of her shirt as she bent down to remove her panties. "You will definitely have to do something with this hairy mess if you plan to find a new lover." She felt the saleswoman playfully tug on her overgrown bush and could no longer help herself. "Did you just touch my pussy?" "Oh, I am so sorry mam." "Do not be, in fact touch me some more." She pulled the sexy lady up to her closely and without hesitating kissed her passionately. She responded to her advances, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. She felt the lady start to slowly move her hand down to her dripping pussy and she pushed her hand away." "That is reserved for my husband's best friend. I can touch you though." With that said she aggressively ripped the overwhelmed saleslady's shirt off and her swollen tits immediately popped out from her bra. She forcefully reached for one of her engorged nipples and squeezed hard. She was startled as her hard nipple started to squirt a large amount of milk. "I told you mam, I am a new Mommy just like you and I am breastfeeding. Before you decided to grope me in this dressing room I was about to pump my swollen breasts. They are actually starting to hurt." "Hmm...I have an idea. Sit down on the dressing room bench you little lactating sale's slut." She had no idea where her new found dominance was coming from. After years of pent up sexual frustration she was ready to explode and exploding was exactly what she was doing." "Take your shirt and bra off. I am going to have my little girl feed on your tits while I feed on your pussy." With his nose still placed firmly in the corner of the dressing room he could only hear what was happening behind him. His wife was cheating on him for the first time with a total stranger and she was a woman. "Get over here little girl and lay across this slut's lap. She is going to earn her comission today." He quickly did as he was told and laid across the saleswoman's lap. She was wanton with lust and gently guided his mouth to one of her very large and very swollen breasts. "Suck those titties little girl. Make your Mommy proud. Show this young slut how hungry you are." Almost immediately, as his mouth latched on to her hard nipple, it started to fill with her milk. His mouth was practically overflowing when his wife shouted out. "Swallow that bitch's milk little girl." He did as we was told and it was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted in his life. Her milk was magically sweet and he began to suckle harder and harder filling his mouth and belly with more and more Mommy milk. Loud suckling noises filled the tiny dressing room. Once her tit was emptied she coaxed the hungry little girl to her other bulging milk supply. His wife got down on her kness as her little girl was nursing and spread the saleswoman's legs wide apart. Her dress rode up revealing her skimpy little panties which were no match for her growing arousal. Her pussy was over flowing with desire and she wanted to taste it. "Spread your legs bitch. I am going to eat your wet pussy now." She pulled down her soaked panties and stuffed them into her mouth at the same time her mouth met her hot pussy. The saleswoman bucked her hips wildly as her tongue went as deep into her pussy as it possibly could go. Although she had never tasted another woman's pussy she did know what her pussy tasted like as she often sampled herself by licking her dildo after she had fucked herself. She loved her taste. "You taste good slut....what...what the fuck...what do you think you are you doing you little whore?" She noticed that the saleswoman's hand was rubbing the front of her little girl's diaper. Her husband stopped suckling and turned and looked at his wife with a cute little milk moustache. "Are you molesting my little girl? Do you want to fuck her? "Um....oh....um...I don't know mam, I just need to...um...fuck right now. I am a desperate submissive little slut that needs to get off so bad. I will do whatever you say mam, just pleeeeese let me cum." "Well my little girl's wee wee will be worthless to your stretched out pussy since you just had a baby of your own but I have a better idea." "Little girl, pop that slut's titty out of your mouth, pull your panties off, and lay down on the floor." He quickly did as Mommy said as his wee wee started to harden inside of his diaper. He had already wet himself several times and was almost in need of a diaper change. "You wanted to fuck my little girl you molesting slut so get down on the floor and fuck her, now!" "I do not understand, mam? Do you want me to take her diaper off and actually fuck her tiny little thingy?" "No bitch. I want you to get your skanky whore ass on the ground, spread your legs, and start humping my little girl's wet diaper with your drooling pussy." "Yes mam." He laid there in complete shock. Was this all a dream or was this really happening. The saleswoman got on the floor and quickly scissored her legs with him. Her felt her warm pussy push hard against his squishy diaper. This was really going to happen. The saleswoman started humping her husband slow at first, adjusting to the feel of her little girl's wet diaper. "That's it you two cute, little sluts. Fuck each other. Rub your wet pussies together. This is the first time my little girl has had lesbian sex." As the two of them humped each other slowly he watched as his wife sat down on the dressing room bench and started to play with her own pussy. She owned both of them now and knew it. His wee wee quickly began to react to the saleswoman's wet pussy and he knew it would not be much longer before he would make his girly gooies in his diaper. She also seemed to be getting close as she started to softly moan and began grinding her pussy faster and faster against his used diaper. "Thats it, you are making such crinkles on your tinkles. Fuck my little girl's diaper slut. Fuck it until your pussy creams all over it." "Oh...oh...yes mam...oh...oh...I am going to cum...I am going to cum all over your little girl's frilly knickers." She bucked against him wildly and screamed out loud. He felt his own release fill his nappy and looked up at his Mommy. She had started to rub her clit frantically and she too was beginning to cum. "Oh...oh yes...fuck...I am cuming. I am creaming all over your little girl's frilly baby panties mam." "I am cumming too...yes...I am filling my diaper with my girly goo goos ." "I am cumming too you pathetic sluts...oh yes...ahhhhhh...ugh...." And then there was nothing but silence. "Looks like my little girl needs her diaper changed. Could there be a better place to change you than in a changing room? Lift up your bottom for Mommy so that I can scoot this changing pad under you." "But Mommy, the saleswoman will see me." "Now, now little girl we both know there is not much to show her. Besides you two just got done grinding your pussies together...I doubt she will mind seeing your little wee wee." His wife slid down his frilly baby knickers and started to undo his nappy. "Wow, my little girl's nappy is wet both on the inside and outside. This little sales slut creamed you pretty good. Tell me , did you like fucking my little girl?" "Yes , but I did not feel anything but a really squishy diaper." "I have never felt very much either my entire marriage." "Let's get her nappy pulled down so I can show you what I am talking about. Try not to laugh too hard." With that his Mommy pulled down the front of his nappy. Both woman paused and looked at one another for a brief second and then broke out in laughter. "Ohhh, that is the tiniest little thing I have ever seen on a grown man." "Yep, I told you that you were not missing much. My little girl really just has an over grown clit." She began to wipe his girly parts down just as her best friend had taught her. She pulled his used diaper out from underneath his bottom and started to roll the messy diaper up. As she did so she had an idea. "Do you see the mess you made in your nappy while you were cheating on me with this young girl? It smells of your pee pee and preemies. Just remember tonight while I am fucking your best friend that you were the one that cheated on me first. Now open your mouth so you can taste your patheticness." He did as his Mommy said and she shoved the used wet nappy into his mouth. "Suck on your dirty diaper just like you did when sucking the milk out of her tits. " She quickly changed him into a new diaper, powdering his wee wee as he suckled on his cloth nappy as she had demanded. The saleswoman stared in disbelief. She seemed both scared and excited. "There we go, my little girl is all clean. Did you suck your diaper clean yet? You better have sucked all your sissy milk out of it." His wife stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She loved the sexy Mommy that stared back at her and loved her dominant glow. She turned to try on the blouse the saleswoman had picked out and felt the stickiness between her thighs. "Mommy's pussy is a little sticky, get on your knees and lick me clean while the sales lady helps me put on this sexy shirt." The saleswoman snapped to her feet undoubtedly under his Mommy's spell just like him. His wife's pussy tasted so good. He thought to himself this would probably be the last time he tasted his wife while she was still faithful to him. Tonight her pussy would most definitely have a different taste and the thought of that made his nappy poke out just a tiny bit. His wife abruptly turned around to look at the back of the shirt. "Now lick my asshole little girl. It needs to be cleaned as well." "Yes Mommy." "That's my good little girl. Mommy cleaned you and now you cleaned Mommy." "I like this sexy little outfit you picked out. I will indeed wear it tonight when I fuck my husband's best friend. Let's go out and find some more clothes to put on my husband's credit card. Take me to the lingerie section. I finally have a reason to buy some new and sexy intimates." The dressing room smelled of pussy, stale pee pee, and baby powder. His Mommy had rolled his used diaper back up and was making him carry it in the diaper bag . As the three of them left the dressing area an older woman stared at them in disgust. She must have overheard the great customer service the saleswoman was providing for them. "These are cute." His wife held up a skimpy white pair of silky nylon panties with a tiny bit of sexy lace. "But Mommy, white is the color you wear when you get married." "It sure is babygirl, and tonight I will be fucked by a real man for the first time since being married." He watched as his wife piled the cart full of sexy panties, corsets, teddies, and new bras. I will be breastfeeding my little girl regularly do you sell nursing bras" "Yes mam, the are right over here in the maternity section." "Are you married ?" "No mam just a few boyfriends in the past some just a moment of madness ."." "I know about moments of weaknesses as I too had one with my husband's best friend. My hand ended up in his lap and since that moment I just knew I needed to get his big cock into my hungry pussy." "I understand mam, my friend has a very big cock as well and lasts forever." "Oh really, do you think he would like to fuck a married woman?" "I would imagine so but we would have to do something about your hairy pussy, he likes his women freshly shaven." "How dare you insult me like that. But what you are saying is true. Your pussy is nice and bare, where do you get your grooming down below done?" "Here at the mall mam at a place called Wax On, Wax Off." "Call your girl and see if she can make an opening for me today." "Yes Mam." The saleswoman took her phone out from her pocket and dialed a number. "Yes, hello, do you by any chance have any availability today? You do! That is awesome. It will be an appointment for two, one woman and one soon to no longer be a man. Yes, her husband has just been forced into nappies permanently and he needs his diaper area nice and clean. You will? You are the best, girl. They will be over soon. Kisses." "Did you just make an appointment for my little girl?" "Yes mam. After seeing you change her diaper I figured your little girl does not deserve any hair on her wee wee." "I guess you are so right. It should be much easier to clean her up if she is hairless especially when she makes a mess." "You have really earned your commission today sweetheart. Take me to your shoe section, I need a nice pair of fuck me high heels." "Yes Mam." "Wow, these are nice shoes and ohhhhhh are they expensive. What do you think little girl, a nice pair of $1000 shoes to be worn while being fucked tonight?" "I am not going to buy you those." "What did you just say little one?" "Nothing Mommy." "You are not telling your Mommy the truth. What did you say little girl?" "I said I am not buying you these shoes Mommy to wear while you fuck my best friend." His wife began to turn bright red and he knew he was in big trouble. "Not only are you going to buy these for me but you are going to buy the pretty sales girl a pair too, do you understand." "No." He felt his Mommy's hand smack him hard against the side of his cheek. The slap echoed throughout the store as he winced in pain. She quickly sat down on one of the shoe benches and pulled him across her lap. "I cannot pull your panties and diaper down here in front of everyone but I am going to give you a spanking for your disobedience." She began to spank his padded bottom as hard as she could. Despite being slightly protected by his diaper her swats were still quite forceful and he could feel them. The saleswoman stared at him. She looked like she felt sorry for him but he could also tell by the way she was shifting around that the spanking he was getting was turning her on. He watched her dainty hand reach for her crotch briefly and then quickly she moved her hand away. "Are you going to buy us some shoes little girl?" "Yes Mommy, I will buy you and the nice saleswoman anything you want." "Great, now we will both be getting two pairs of new shoes. Now open your mouth, I warned you what would happen if you gave me any lip." His Mommy reached into her purse and pulled out his very pink penis pacifier. She shoved it into his mouth forcefully. "There, that should keep the rude, little sissy from back talking me. Let's go and pick out those shoes slut...what do you say?" The two ladies laughed as they shopped for their new shoes. He caught the saleswoman once again staring at him as he suckled on his pink pacifier like a good little girl. "Oh my God, is that guy over there sucking on a pink pacifier?" He turned around to see two very attractive college age girls staring right at him and he quickly turned his head in embarrassment. "Why yes he is girls. My husband made the mistake of thinking he could backtalk me in front of this lovely saleswoman here so I decided the best way to keep him quiet was to make him suck on his pacifier." "His pacifier?" "Yes, my husband bought this pacifier at a novelty shop because he likes to sneak behind my back and pretend to be a little baby." "But it's pink?" "Yes, I apologize. I should have been more specific, he likes to act as a baby girl so I have decided to turn his dreams into reality." "Is he also wearing a nappy" "Of course my little girl is. Where do you think she goes potty at?" All the women began laughing at him together. He held his head down in shame. "We have a friend that dresses as a woman but not as a baby girl. He takes female hormones. Does your husband take hormones?" "No, that is something I have not even considered but it is something that might be good for her." "My friend and I often babysit to earn extra money while in college. If your little girl needs a sitter we would be more than willing to watch her." "Well, I am going to start dating again so I may take you up on your offer. I must be honest with you though. My little girl will be doing all of her potty business in her diaper. It might not be such a fun job changing her when she is messy!" One of the young college girl looked at him in disgust. "I am not changing the disgusting freaks diapers...that is all you girlfriend." "Now, now. It is not nice to talk about the little girl like that. She can not help being so pathetic. I am quite used to changing poopy butts and I will glady change her messy diaper for the right price of course. Here is my number, call me when you need a sitter to go out an do grown up things. Bye bye little girl. I may be changing your diapers very soon." The two girls turned and walked towards the exit of the store whispering and joking with one another as they left. Just before the nice girl walked out the door she turned and blew him a kiss. He tried his best to smile with the paci in his mouth and really hoped his Mommy planned to call her. "Mam, both of your spa appointments will be soon, are you ready to start checking out?" "Yes I suppose we are, did you pick out some nice shoes for yourself?" "Yes mam, two pairs made by Prada." "What an excellent choice and very expensive. How does it feel getting to own some of the merchandise you will be getting paid commission on sale's slut?" "Strange. I have never had a sale like this mam." "Well you have definitely earned it. Speaking of which, I was wondering if you may be interested in another job?" "What would that job be?" " Well I've noticed that you and my little girl seem to share a special bond. I have seen the way you have looked at her ever since you two rubbed your pussies together." "Umm...no...I mean...yes...I mean maybe Mam." "Do not worry, I am not upset with you. I have not been sexually attracted to my husband for years and I doubt that is going to change now that she is my little girl that will be in diapers the rest of her life. About the only way she will make me wet is if her nappy leaks on me. My little girl made you wet though ." "Yes she did. I must admit that it felt amazing rubbing my wet pussy on her squishy diaper." "See perfect. You are also producing milk right now ?" Do you know what I want your new job to be?" "Ummm...maybe. Do you want me to feed my milk to your little girl?" "Such a smart girl. I want you to be our wet nurse. You have proven that you quite literally make the perfect wet nurse as your pussy got wet as you nursed my husband. Feel free to allow her to nurse on your pussy . You will have this job until I start producing Mommy milk." "But Ma'am you are not pregnant." "This is true right now. Yet how long do you honestly think it will take before I am pregnant by one of the real men who will be filling my fertile pussy full of their potent sperm? I would not be surprised if my husband's best friend does not impregnate me tonight. I am suppose to be ovulating today. I imagine my tits will be swollen just like yours in no time " "Yes Ma'am, I will be your little girl's wet nurse." "Perfect. Now what do I owe you?" "The total comes to $12,759.35 mam." "Bitch, take your credit card out and pay your new wet nurse, we got an appointment to get to." "Yes Mommy." The saleswoman helped carry the bags of his wife's new wardrobe to their car. His Mommy had removed his pacifier but warned him if he acted up she would put it right back into his mouth where it would stay all day...walking through the mall or not. The saleswoman handed her husband's new diaper bag to her after the car was loaded. She opened it up to put some of her little girl's knickers and nappies in it and noticed two bottles of breast milk were inside. "My tits fill up a lot here at work forcing me to pump my milk. I store the bottles in the freezer in our lunch room I thought your little girl might get thirsty while you are at the spa." "That is so thoughtful of you. You are such a perfect little . I ayoung lady I'm so thankful we decided to shop at this store. Oh, I almost forgot, do not forget your new shoes." His wife handed her the bag with over $2,000 worth of shoes in it. The two women exchanged each other's cell phone numbers. "Will you need me to stop by tonight and feed your little girl while your being entertained by your husband's best friend?" "Maybe. I really have no idea what will happen tonight other than I am going to get my brains fucked out." "Okay. Just let me know" The two woman kissed each other and his new wet nurse came over to him and whispered in his ear. "I hope your Mommy calls me because I am looking forward to having you nurse on my pussy tonight. Do not worry, I will have my boyfriend fill it full of his sticky milk for you right before I come over." The short drive to the spa seemed like eternity. His Mommy broke the silence by thanking him for buying her some new fuck wear. She also reminisced of their recent dressing room romp. Both his wee wee and her pussy started to leak as she recounted their time with the sale's slut. As they exited the car his Mommy grabbed his brand new pink princess diaper bag and slung it over her shoulder. "I should make you carry your diaper bag but you are just a pathetic little girl. I will carry it for now. Now, hold Mommy's hand and lets go get dolled up for tonight." "Hello, my little girl and I are here for our appointment." "There must be a mistake mam, we do not allow minors in our spa." "Oh my little girl is not a minor she is just simply a little girl." "Now I understand, you are the couple with a special appointment. Your special friend at the mall called us and filled us in on your unique situation. We have to get you looking right for your big date tonight." "Other than a Brazilian waxing for both you and your little girl do you have any other services you desire?" "Yes mam, I would like to get a manicure and pedicure and my little girl will be getting her toenails painted baby pink." "Perfect. Your specialist should be with you shortly." They sat down in the waiting area. Mommy picked up a woman's magazine and was reading an article on how to drive men wild in bed. He dazed out the window thinking about the days events and thought about what tonight would bring." "Hi girls, I will be your specialist for today. Which one of you ladies will be getting their kitties cleaned up first?" "My little one can go first." "Okay, lets head on back to the room then." His wife got up, grabbed his diaper bag, took his hand, and they headed back to the private spa room. As he walked he could distinctly hear the loud crinkle of his plastic panties with each step he took in the quiet spa. The receptionist stared as he walked by. "Someone is very crinkly today. I hope you enjoy your spa treatment today little girl." The room they were taken to was dimly lit and had scented candles burning. There was a large padded table similar to what you find in a massage parlor. "Okay, I will need you to take of your little girl's pants, panties, and nappy. Just lay her right down on the table and you can undress her like you would a real baby. I will start warming up the wax, I imagine we will need a lot and I am going to have definitely turn the lighting up." "Is it that obvious she is nappied." "Besides the fact she was crinkling through the spa I was already pre warned about your situation. I have waxed many ladies who suffer from incontinence so this is not completely new to me. Your husband will be the first sissy adult baby I have ever waxed before though." Both ladies started to laugh. He got up onto the table and laid down onto his back like instructed. His wife unbuttoned and pulled off his pants. "Those are such cute frilly baby girl panties you are wearing little girl." His Mommy removed his crinkly panties and tossed them aside. His diaper was wet again but not quite full. "My little girl has wet her nappy again? Let's get you out of your diaper and all cleaned up before the kind lady here removes the last remnants of your manhood." "Will she leak onto my table?" "No, I do not think so. She is not quite unpotty trained yet." "Okay, if you do not mind I would still like to put a protective cover under your little girl's bottom just in case." "Sure, hand it to me and I will get it under her girly parts." "Are we just waxing her girly parts today or her whole body?" "Well I was just planning on you doing around her little wee wee and then inside of her tight little butt crack, but if you have the time I would honestly like all of her hair removed." "I figured so after being told about your situation. I cleared my schedule and I am all yours for the rest of the afternoon." "What situation are you talking about?" "Ummm, why you are here today of course. Something about you will be having sex with your husband's best friend this evening and you both need to be cleaned up down there. You, of course because you do not want your new lover to be scared away and....well...we all know little girls have no hair anywhere. I think it is only fitting since your lover will be the only man at home tonight that your little girl be reminded of that by removing all of her hair." "Oh my god. You are so right." The lady grabbed the melted wax and brought it over to the table. She grabbed the application spatula and a bunch of strips of cloth. "We will start of easy with her arms." The lady dabbed small patches of warm but not too hot wax onto his arms. She carefully pressed down the strips of cloth and began removing the little girl's hair. Although getting his arm hair pulled out hurt a little getting waxed was not so bad, or so he thought. Once the lady had skillfully finished his arms she asked him to lift his arms so she could wax his armpits. "This will hurt a lot more little girl as your arm pits are a lot for sensitive. Mommy, you may want to hold her hand." She quickly applied the wax and pressed the cloth strip into the sissy's armpit. "Okay, here we go." With a quick pull she ripped the cloth from his armpit. He screamed out in pain and his Mommy squeezed his hand hard. "Now, now little girl. Scream like that again and I will have to get your pacifier out." Wax was applied to his other armpit, then his chest, and also onto his back. Each time she pulled a piece of cloth off he winced in pain. His wife smiled and cooed her little girl. "It's okay little baby. Soon you will have none of that nasty manly hair anywhere...no you won't..." Soon all that was left was his legs and his girly parts. The lady looked at his tiny wee wee for the first time and shook her head. "I understand why now." she began to giggle. "What?" "I understand why you are going to be fucking his best friend tonight. I do not know how big your new boyfriend's cock is but there is no way it can be that small." "Oh his cock is very big. I had the pleasure of feeling it one evening and I have dreamt about it ever since." "Is this why you forced him into diapers? Because he has a little tiny penis ?" "Yes and no. He would sneak behind my back, wet and shit in diapers, and then hump them until he made his nasty little girly gooies. I got tired of it so I decided to give him two choices, diapers or divorce. As you can see he chose diapers." "Well I have to say from the looks of things your little girl definitely belongs in diapers..." "Oh my god, you nasty, bad, little girl. Did you wet this nice lady's table?" "It is okay, that's why we put the protective pad down. I figured that your little girl would probably be in so much pain that she would wet herself." His Mommy embarrassingly wiped his pee pee from the pad. She gave him a stern look and was very close to spanking him. The lady finished with his legs and now all that was left was her husband's girly parts. "Please take some baby wipes and wipe her down really good." She cleaned his girly parts and the lady began to apply the wax to his flaccid less than one inch penis. She slowly ripped his manhood away and he began to cry out in pain. His wife on the other hand reacted quite differently. She seemed to actually become excited by her husband's agony. She was not sure if it was because of the years of sexual deprivation or if it was because she was starting to become a real sadist. Either way it made her pussy wet. "Okay, almost done. Your tiny wee wee looks a little bigger now that your hair is all gone. Just a little though. Now I need you to get up on all fours and spread your cute little bottom cheeks for me. We have to get all of that nasty hair out of your bottom crack so that when you make a messy is will be much easier for your Mommy to clean you up. Now spread em lil girl." He felt as the warm wax was dripped into his butt crack. His wife was looking into his eyes holding both of his hands as the lady took the cloth and placed between his butt cheeks. "1...2...pull. The last of your nasty manhood hair has been removed." He felt like he was going to pass out from the pain but he felt excited because his girly parts felt so much more sensitive now all his hair was gone. The lady laughed at the sissy baby as he was turned back onto his tummy,she flicked his tiny soft member to get him excited. Aww soo sooo tiny I bet you will be so jealous of your friend making your pretty mommy so happy in bed tonight eh aww poor baby .His penis began to quickly stiffen as she teased him about his impending cuckolding. Oh dear that really turns baby on doesn't it she put her hand to her mouth to prevent her hysterical laughter being heard.She grabbed a tape measure from a shelf lets see just how big it gets shall we.Her soft manicured hands gently held the tape measure along side his fully erect penis. Poor baby no wonder she is a baby girl its only 2.9 inches hard and no thicker than my index finger.She looked at his wife and agreed that she had the perfect solution and that was to seek sexual satisfaction from other men outside her marriage. Mommy put a clean nappy on him and at felt more at ease she had made the correct decision ,even complete strangers such as this nice lady agreed her infidelity was the only way to stay married. "Now Momma, let's get you all cleaned up for your big night, shall we." "Yes we shall, yes we shall!" He watched as his Mommy laid down on the table. She provocatively spread her legs giving her husband a quick glimpse of the growing wet spot on her silky white panties. She was excited. Her lust for her husband's best friend leaking from her pussy as she removed her panties and tossed them to her husband. "Little girl, Mommy wants you to take her panties and go and stand in the corner of the room. Put your nose into the crotch of Mommy's panties and know that the wetness you feel, the scent you smell, is not my desire for you. It is my desire for your best friend. You are to stay in the corner with your nose and my panties pressed firmly against the wall. You are not to turn around and watch as your Mommy's pussy gets prepared for a real man. Do you understand me?" "Yes Mommy." "Good girl." His wife looked down at her hairy pussy. She could not help to think that this was what a Mommy's pussy was suppose to look like. Neglected and forgotten about. Removing all her nasty hair would mark a new beginning for her and she felt her excitement leak from her body." "It looks like your little girl is not the only one that needs a diaper pad underneath them while on my table, someone is really wet down there." "I am so sorry, I am just so excited that I cannot help myself." "Oh sweetie, I understand. From the looks of things it has been a long time since you have been this excited. Let's get you cleaned up." Warm wax was spread over her already melting pussy. The lady placed a cloth on to her hairy mound and pressed down firmly. "Okay Mama. Are you ready?" "Oh yes, please make me presentable for my new lover." "One...Two...three.." She moaned out in pain as some of her thick pubic hair was removed with a quick pull. "Are we removing everything today?" "No, I do not want to be completely hairless like my little girl. She is the baby not me. Will you please leave me a small landing strip so that my lover can land his big cock ?" "No problem. No problem at all. she laughed " The lady continued removing his Mommy's pussy hair. He could not see what was happening but he could hear as her hair was ripped away. His Mommy's panties had found their way into his mouth and he tasted his wife's need for his best friend. "I hear you over there suckling little girl, what are you sucking on?" "Your panties Mommy." "What does Mommy taste like?" "She tastes excited." "Mommy is very excited. That taste is because tonight I will be with a real man. And guess what? Tonight you will get to taste your Mommy combined with a real man." "I cannot believe how much you are leaking. Are you usually this wet?" "No. Today I am not only excited but I am also ovulating. My cervical mucous is combining with my excitement." "But doesn't that mean..." "Yep, it sure does. After tonight I might end up with a second baby. A lot will depend on if my little girl does a good job sucking his best friend's sperm out of my pussy." "Wow, you are starting to get me excited." "If you need to take a bathroom break I understand." "My panties are getting wet I will be back in a minute." The lady left the room and she looked at her little girl in the corner and started to laugh. She then looked down at her pussy. The lady was almost done and she looked like a new woman down there. "Your best friend is going to love this pussy tonight little girl." "Yes Mommy." The lady quickly returned to the room. Her hard nipples poked through her scrubs and her face was flushed. She had undoubtedly just had her fingers in her pussy. "All taken care of?" "Yes mam, did not take too much." The two ladies grinned at each other and talked as she removed the rest of her pubic hair. "There. You are all ready for your big date." "It looks amazing. I know my husband's best friend will appreciate all the hard work. I will make sure my husband gives you an amazing tip." "Thank you so much, now lets get your nails done, shall we?" She pulled down her dress over her freshly manicured pussy and got down off the bed. "Alright little girl. Mommy's new pussy is hidden away for her new boyfriend tonight. You can turn around now and sit down so this nice lady can paint your toenails. You can keep Mommy's panties in your mouth, I do not want to wear those silly mommy panties anyway." "Yes Mommy." The spa specialist expertly painted his toenails. His wife had chosen a baby pink nail polish for her sissy husband. Everytime he moved his diaper crinkled loudly. The lady looked up at him smiling as he crinkled away. "I think we have some Disney Princess nail stickers stashed away for when a little girl comes in with her Mommy to the spa. Would you like for me to try and find them for your little girl?" "That would be awesome. Thank the nice lady little girl." "Thank you mam." "Your quite welcome Princess. We will have you all dolled up for tonight." "Do you have a place I can warm my little girl's bottle?" "Yes mam, there is a breakroom down the hall with a microwave." "Thank you. I will be right back little girl. You better behave while I am gone." As mommy left he continued to suckle on the crotch of her panties. The spa lady had found the Princess stickers and began to glue them to his toenails. Belle came first on his big toe. Then a purplish heart on his next toe. His middle toe was decorated with Ariel. After another heart came Cinderella on his pinky toe. "There, all done little princess. I am sure your best friend will find you so adorable." As his wife headed down the hall she happened to notice the ladies room. With a wicked grin on her face she decided to save her little girl's breastmilk for later and went into the restroom to make her husband a fresh bottle. She entered a stall, and placed the pink bottle just below her pussy. Seeing her freshly shaven mound excited her as she tried hard to concentrate. Her bladder was full but she simply could not push any of her pee out. Could making a bottle for her little girl be this hard? One drop hit the inside of his bottle. Then another followed by another. Suddenly her bladder fully released and she watched as the baby bottle filled with her hot pee. As it reached the top of the bottle she removed it from between her legs and sat down on the toilet so she could finish peeing. Once she was done she reached down and picked the bottle up, screwing the nipple on tight. Before wiping her pussy she took the bottle's nipple and stuffed it inside herself. After moving it in and out a couple times she removed it and watched as a string of her girly juices stuck to the nipple as she pulled it away. Her baby girl was getting a special treat. Wiping herself she reached down, pulled up her panties, and stood up. She grabbed the bottle as she exited the stall. Just as she did the receptionist walked into the restroom. She stared at the bottle as she walked past. "Is that a bottle of...of what I think it is?" "What are you talking about silly, this is apple juice." His wife winked at her as she left the bathroom. As she entered the room she immediately started to giggle. "Your toenails are about the most pathetic but cutest thing I have ever seen. I will be sure to keep your shoes and socks off tonight while your best friend is over fucking me. Here is your baba." He felt excited that he was once again going to taste the sales lady's breastmilk. It was so warm and sweet as it filled his tummy earlier. He closed his eyes as the bottle's nipple was placed into his mouth by his wife. He knew immediately that it had been in her pussy. He tasted her arousal and the smell of her familiar womanly musk filled his nostrils. As he began to suckle he started to gag. This was not the sweet milk he was expecting to be drinking. This was bitter and he tried not to choke as he quickly realized that he was drinking his wife's piss. "I want you to make all gone with this nice and fresh bottle Mommy made for you, do you understand little girl?" "But this is gross Mommy." "Do you mind leaving the room while I talk to my disobedient husband?" "Yes mam, I need to take a potty break anyway." The spa specialist left the room, closing the door behind her. "You disobedient little sissy. How dare you tell me the special bottle I made for you is gross. You should be thankful that I am offering you my waste. Do not make me force feed you this bottle. Drink it, NOW!" He could tell his wife was very upset so he reluctantly started to suckle down his Mommy's bitterness. "Now see little girl, that's not so bad is it. You can take your time drinking it, Mommy is going to get her nails done now." The lady returned and looked over at him as he suckled slowly on the bottle. He could tell that she felt sorry for him as he consumed his Mommy's waste. "What color will it be hot mama?" "I am thinking something bold, Ferrari Red will be perfect." The lady took her time with his Mommy's manicure and pedicure. As the ladies talked he tried his hardest not to gag as he drank his bottle. Mommy's pee was starting to get cold making it much harder to swallow. Finally, after what seemed like eternity the bottle was empty. Mommy was done too and looked over at him. "Such a good little girl making all gones. Put Mommy's panties in your pocket and lets get ready to leave. Make sure you give this lovely lady a $100 tip for all her troubles. It's time to leave the mall and get ready for tonight. " "Yes Mommy." On the way back towards the car his wife began to fantasize about later on. Her excited pussy began to melt and run down her legs and she felt a primal need for an immediate release. "Let's hurry up little girl and get back to the car. Mommy needs to give her baby a little snack." Confused, he picked up his pace as they rushed hurriedly back to the car hand in hand. Once at the car his wife opened the back door and laid down on the backseat. She was completely intoxicated with lust for her husband's best friend. Just as she started to pull her dress up to feed her little girl she suddenly remembered that her pussy needed to be saved for her new lover. The next time her husband would get the privilege of seeing it was when his best friend's cock filled it completely full. She quickly sat up and got out of the car. "Sorry little girl, Mommy almost forgot. My pussy no longer belongs to you. You will get to see it later as it leaks the evidence of Mommy's infidelity. Get into the backseat." She opened the driver's door and suddenly had a crazy idea. She needed relief and she needed it right this second. Without another thought she quickly lifted her dress up, positioned herself so she was facing her little girl in the back seat, and straddled the stick shift of their car. Her dress was lifted just enough for her husband to get a glimpse of her inner thighs and nothing more. Her pussy needed this and she slowly lowered herself down onto the stick shift right in the parking lot of the mall. He could not believe what was happening as he watched his wife, still fully clothed, fuck the stick shift of her car. As she started to ride it he noticed that the black leather quickly started to turn white with her cream. She rapidly started to pick up the pace, fucking her own personal hot rod with passionate lust. She bagan to moan and started to scream his best friend's name. "Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard. Take your best friend's wife and make me yours. Oh my god. Uuuuuugggggghhhh. I am cumming....oh....ahhhhhhhhhh....ugh." She stayed motionless for a few seconds as she fell back to earth from her sexual high. She slowly lifted her spent pussy off of the soaked stick shift and looked down in disbelief. She could not believe how soaked she had made the car. "Little girl, Mommy made quite a mess didn't she?" "Yes Mommy. As they started home, there was silence in the car. Her thoughts were consumed with thoughts of his best friend and his were consumed with his new life. Suddenly he began to feel a rumble in his tummy. The sales woman's breastmilk began to work its magic as a natural laxative and within minutes he began to start cramping as his bowels began to struggle against his milk filled tummy. His wife watched him in the rear view mirror closely, noticing his uncomfortableness as he fidgeted around. He was trying his hardest to hold his gurgling bowels but he was losing the battle. He desperately looked out the window as saw a McDonald's near by. "Mommy, could we please stop at McDonald's?" "Is my baby girl hungry already? You just fed on that nice sale lady's breasts and then ate Mommy's cream but we can stop babygirl and get you a happy meal." "I am not hungry Mommy, I have to go potty." "A happy meal it is then." She intentionally ignored what he said about needing the potty. His fidgeting was so evident and she knew exactly what was happening. With an evil grin she pulled into the McDonald's parking lot and parked the car. She grabbed the new diaper bag and her babygirl by the hand and led her into the fast food restaurant. "Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order." "Yes, I would like one happy meal please and a cup of ice." "Okay Ma'am, is this happy meal for a boy or girl?" "Oh it is very much for a little girl. A little baby girl that still belongs in diapers." The pretty teenager no more than 17 years old at first seemed confused but quickly realized the baby girl Mommy was talking about. His face turned bright red with embarrassment as their eyes met. "Unfortunately Ma'am I do not think we have a high chair big enough to fit your baby girl but I can give you a Ronald McDonald bib for her and a pack of crayons for her to color with."she said with a cheeky smile. "How thoughtful and nice of you, baby girl thank the nice lady for thinking about you." "Thank you." "Thank you what?" "Thank you Ma'am." "That is better. I apologize for her rudeness. She is just beginning to learn how to respect women properly. I may need to change her diaper soon, may I change her in the lady's restroom." "Of course you may, have a good day." He watched as the nice lady at the counter went around and starting telling her female colleagues what had just happened. All of them laughed hysterically as they pointed and cooed. They sat down and she watched as he clearly grew uncomfortable. "What is wrong babygirl?" "I have to use the potty Mommy." "Well then use the potty babygirl." He got up to head to the restroom and she forcibly grabbed his arm. "Where are you going babygirl?" "To use the potty Mommy." "Then use it babygirl and potty in your pants like a good little girl. Do I have to remind you that you will not only be wearing diapers for the rest of your life but also using them like the baby you wanted to be? If you would like we can get right in the car and head to lawyer's office if you are having second thoughts about your new life babygirl. I am sure I can find happiness without you." "But Mommy I have to poo poo." "I know babygirl and you are going to do so right here, right now, right in your pink diaper. Go ahead, it's okay...Mommy will hold your hand as you fill your diaper. Show everyone here just how pathetic you really are." As Mommy said that his bowels finally surrendered and he messed his diaper as he shamefully looked in his Mommy's eyes. He was now her baby and nothing more. "Mommy cannot have her hand getting all sticky as she drives home so I think it is time to teach my little one how to suck on a stick. You want to clean Mommy's mess off of a stick don't you baby?" "Yes Mommy, so bad." "You are such a good little sissy bitch. First and foremost get onto your knees like a good little girl." He did as she instructed, moving his face closer and closer to the mess his Mommy haf freshly made. "Okay little girl. First I want you to stick out your tongue and slowly lick up and down the shaft. Be sure to start at the tip and work your way down to the base." She watched excitedly as her husband began to lick the stick shift coated in her thick juices. "That is a good little girl. Now put your lips around the tip of the stick and slowly start to suck." He did as she instructed. As he started to slowly suck on the stick shift he felt as his wife's hand rested on the back of his head. She gently, yet forcibly pushed his mouth farther down the used stick shift. "That is such a good little girl. I guess Mommy should not be surprised that you would be such a natural at sucking on a stick. Now relax your throat little girl because you are about to learn the hardest lesson about sucking on a stick." With that said she pushed his head down farther onto the shifter and he began to gag as it invaded his throat. "Just relax little girl and accept the stick down your throat. All of us girls have to learn this lesson and tonight Mommy will demonstrate her skills on your best friend." He tried his hardest to obey his wife but soon began to panic and quickly raised his head up for a breath of fresh air. "It's okay little girl. You will be getting plenty practice. The next stick you suck will be easier for you because it will be a little softer and will taste oh so yummy." He finished licking up his wife pussy juices from the stick shift and sat back into the back seat. Was all this really happening? His marriage went from boring to unimaginably crazy in one day all because his wife caught him wearing a diaper. He did not know who this new woman was he was married to. Even though her new demeanor scared him he felt so excited about the attention he was getting. Would she really keep him in diapers for the rest of his life? "You smell terrible babygirl. I guess both of us are just going to have to learn how to adjust to the stinky mess you will be making in your diapers from now on don't we my little poopy butt?" Tears still streamed down his face as Mommy verbally scolded him for going poopy in his diaper. She had laid him down right on the bathroom floor in the middle of the ladies restroom at McDonalds. His mess had smashed deeper into his bottom and towards the front of his diaper where his tiny wee wee was as he laid down on his pink changing mat. The smell was almost unbearable and Mommy had not even untaped his diaper yet. "I had hoped that you would mess your diaper tonight in front of your best friend just before he fucked me so he could see how truly pathetic you are but I understand my babygirl cannot help when she has to go potty. Perhaps Mommy will give her babygirl an enema tonight so she can fill her diaper again...I bet she would like that...wouldn't she? Do you want to shit your diaper while your wife it taken by a real man?" "No Mommy. I want to be the real man in your life." His wife began to laugh so hard that she felt wetness seep into her panties. Was it her piss or just her excitement for the big cock that would stretch her neglected pussy tonight? Either way...her pathetic excuse of husband was making sure her panties were soaked. " You are a man? Really? We are in the ladies room at McDonalds and I am about to pull down your pants and change your diaper that you just went poopy in. What kind of man messes his pants? What kind of many wears diapers? What kind of man cannot sexually satisfy his wife? You are not a man, never have been, and never will be. You are a nappy wearing sissy ...my baby girl who I will keep in cloth nappies plastic pants frilly pink satin panties and dresses for as long as we are together. So baby girl, tell Mommy what you are again." "I am your baby girl Mommy." "That is exactly what you are. What are you wearing baby girl?" "A diaper Mommy." "What is your diaper filled with baby girl?" "Poo poo Mommy." "That is right babygirl it is full of your nasty shit because you are nothing but a pathetic sissy wimp" "And who is going to be Mommy's man now babygirl?" "My best friend Mommy." "Finally you are being a good little girl and accepting your new life. We will see how behaved you are tonight as you watch my new man fuck me, as you watch me beg for him to cum inside of my pussy and give you a new brother or sister. You are going to watch Mommy make a baby tonight. Now let's getting your stinky diaper changed. Changing her little girl was a lot harder than she had ever imagined. Her poopy stuck to her bottom more than she had expected and wiping her bottom with the diaper did not help much. The smell made her almost sick to her stomach. After she had wiped the shit from her babygirl's bottom and tiny little wee wee she pulled the diaper from underneath her and looked at the disgusting mess she had made. She decided that her babygirl should see it too. "I cannot believe I am doing this. Changing your shitty diaper. Can you smell how nasty this is? Maybe you should take a good look and see just how pathetic you are." She took the diaper and shoved it near her face. Her babygirl tried her hardest to turn away but she was not having it. "Look at this diaper or I will rub it in your face babygirl." He looked at the mess he had made and felt defeated. His Mommy smiled as he submitted to her and she pulled his used diaper away from his face and rolled it up. "Such a good babygirl for your Mommy. Now let's get you in a nice and clean diaper shall we my little princess?" All he could do was shake his head yes. At 7pm Jack arrived at the house.His wife was wearing her new high cut satin panties and camisole top over a white silky blouse and black mid thigh leather skirt.The greeted each other warmly then began to kiss .It was jack that broke off the kiss asking where was his friend .Oh shes all tucked up in her cot in the spare room would you like to come up and meet her.The door to his nursery was deliberately left wide open and he could clearly here the conversation and then the heavy steps climb the wooden stair case.He was fearful but strangely excited he was going to be cuckolded by his wife and his friend was going to give his wife what he clearly wasn't able to, deep penetrative sex and possibly a child. The two adults entered his room holding hands,his sexy stunning wife announcing here she is ,my little baby girl ,isn't she adorable.He could not face his friend as they both looked down at him.His wife had removed his pink baby blanked so Jack could get a good view of his baby clothes.You see just like I told you a real sissy baby ,She lifted his short frilly pink babydoll nightie higher so his thick nappies and frilly pink satin plastic lined baby knickers were in full view.His friend smirked and then both began to laugh.His wife poked her finger into his leg openings ,she felt his wet nappy and announced she's all wet aww poor baby wet his nappy cos hes scared of the big rough man and what he is going to do with Mommy ,,eh aww c'mon let me change my baby girl.She slowly pulled down his frilly knickers and pulled away the thick terry cotton nappy.His hairless tiny penis and balls were exposed to his friends great amusement. Oh fuck hun no wonder you need me to come round and fuck you that is fucking dick is not cool.Its a baby dick my wife reminded him and babies have small ones and sissy babies have tiny ones.She turned toward Jack and they kissed passionately ,there hands exploring each others bodies.this was quite a provocative act to humiliate her husband and see what reaction it would have.She did not have long to wait.To his shame the tiny one inch flaccid penis quickly grew to its full maximum three inches.They howled with laughter when they looked at the adult sissy baby girl again .just look at that she said loudly stifling a laugh,he is turned on by us kissing he really gets off on it don;t you baby girl. His wife and best friend began removing each others clothes,she was shaking and rushing to quickly release the hard throbbing member that was tenting out his chinos and brushing up against her leather clad thighs.She yanked down his chinos and pants at the same time and his enormous erection sprang out.His wife just stated open mouthed for a few seconds before recovering and grabbing the long thick shaft with both hands sank to her knees .She greedily placed him into her red lipsticked mouth and sucked ,She was only able to get him half way down her throat he was so huge and thick.Her short black skirt was rucked up around her waist and the bikini style white satin panties were damp at the crotch. Her baby girl lay in the cot watching his beautiful wife behave so slutty with another man.He lifted her onto her feet and plunged his large hands in side her sopping wet panties and rubbed her vulva furiously.The sissy had a clear of her white silky panties now soaking wet with her excitement.She cold take no more and pulled him on top of her .She took hold of the oversized penis and guided it to the entrance of her sopping slit moving her panties to the side with her other hand .Fuck me please just fuck me she yelled,he pushed his cock into her and slowly deeper and deeper he sank the thick shaft in her excited vagina . You feel so tight babe , she replied well you have seen his tiny baby dick now you know why.She winced as his this monster sized organ pushed deeper and deeper reaching places her poor baby would find impossible with his baby dick.Soon his penis reached her cervix ,a mixture of pain and pleasure pulsated through her ,never had she felt such penetrative pleasure .His pace quickened ,large heavy balls slapped between her legs as he fully thrusted deep into her womb.She began to cry and sob,her face contorted as her orgasm approached .She began to buck and move her hips upwards to meet his thrusting taking everything he gave her.Her moaning became louder and louder ,slapping noises getting louder,he placed her legs over his broad muscular shoulders and slammed his pensi into her.Jeez that feels so good she mouthed ,please come in me cum deep inside me and give me a baby , a baby brother or sister for my sissy baby husband, they laughed and fucked ,they kissed and fucked until she climaxed .She began to sob and cry into his hairy chest and until he pumped his potent manly sperm deep into her devastated spoiled vagina.Their bodys lay locked in embrace,his thick slimy shaft stil pumping in and out of her but gradually decreasing in tempo.
  17. Hello, I want to ask if anyone's read books that have elements that would work perfectly in kink stories (ABDL, sissy, pet play, bdsm, what have you) but are written as normal, or for apparent other reasons. This can be as extreme or subtle, and deliberate or accidental as possible. For example: Brideshead Revisited (a semi classic novel) has a character named "Sebastian" who is a university undergrad that carries around a teddy bear, acts in a very childish manner, and is generally treated in line with that. He definitely isn't meant to be a "little," it was a critique of the naivete of the upper class, but I could definitely see the same character in a kink story. The Garden of Eden, an unfinished novel by Hemingway, deals with a lot of gender flipping. A male character is pressured to present as female while his wife presents as male. Again, not sure what Hemmingway intended, but some parts would definitely work in a sissy story. A probably ripe genre would be (As in swords and dragons fantasy, not AB fantasy) books I've read. The Wheel of Time (spoiler alert for the show) contained things that I only realized later were comparable to pet play, bdsm, and age play. Sword of Truth takes it further with an army of women who are basically dominatrixes. In both cases they are just written as normal parts of their 'worlds,' but I'm fairly certain that is what the author intended.
  18. I do hope you all enjoy this~ this is a comm I got recently and its ready to be read and admired by all~ Miles "Tails" Prower had no idea what to think when Nonah, a white and black striped raccoon, walked into his office. The young mechanic listened intently as this young woman sat across from him, lamenting. "Oh dear I just don't know. I haven’t been able to find my baby in so long.. I feel like I’m so close but she’s avoiding me at every turn..” Hearing the woman’s story, Tails couldn’t help but get a bit misty-eyed; the hero in him wanted nothing more than to help this poor distraught mother find her baby. Taking out a small notepad, he went to jot down the information, though he realized he had no pen. Looking around his desk, the young man sheepishly smiled before speaking once more. “Umm, Miss? You wouldn’t happen to have a pen or something I can write with, do you?” Smiling in return, the raccoon reached into her purse and pulled out a peculiar looking pen, bright pink and covered in little white swirls. He eyed it for a bit before taking the pen, starting to write out important information in the bright and sparkly pink ink. Though as he started to write, the boy could swear the ink itself started to move along the page. “C-can you tell me ‘bout this little girl?” Nonah smirked a bit, her black fur covered eyes closed as she took a deep shaky breath. While she spoke, her voice seemed rather soothing to the young fox, his ears twitching a bit lazily as he wrote down what she had to say. “Well, she is a gorgeous little one. Far from potty training age, the little thing, she’s about your height actually.. maybe a head shorter or so, with orange fur and a bit of a white tuft on her chest. She absolutely loves the color pink.” Writing all this down, Tails nodded. The pink writing started to shift on the page, Nonah continuing on as she reached into her bag. She produced a small vial of perfume, spritzing it on herself. The scent of something sweet passed Tails’ nose, his body twitching, his writing slowly growing more and more sloppy. A peculiar sound interrupted the raccoon as she spoke, sounding like a faucet dripping. Tails’ ears perked as he looked around the room, jumping down from the chair he was on, placing the notepad down on the surface of his desk. Though as he did, his paws landed in a small puddle. The scent was undeniable, the acrid smell reached the raccoon's nose as it twitched and wrinkled, giving a knowing look to the smaller boy as she stood up and smirked at him. “My my, did you have an accident sweetie? Well, I can’t say I’m not used to those.. let me help you out with that.” Reaching into her purse, the woman pulled out a soft looking pink rectangle. Tails looked on in horror as she unfolded it, a small mat covered in cupcakes and rainbows being shown to him. She reached out and took his hand, tugging him over to the mat and laying the two-tailed fox down on top. The sweet lavender scent of powder soon followed as he felt the cool snowy talc landed on him, soon being sat up and feeling his tails, one after the other, slipped into the back of the plastic diaper, the tape adjusted around them to hold it tight as the rest of the diaper was pulled between his legs. Looking down as she finished, he noted the pink diaper he was taped in, blushing brightly. It was covered in small frills at the waistband as well as being covered in the same patterns as the changing mat the raccoon was currently rolling up. She nodded to the young man, giving him a gentle giggle. “You are about as squirmy as my little one is~ oh, it’s going to be just amazing having her back.” The young mother clapped a bit as Tails stood up, his double tails twitching as they got used to being snuggled into the diaper. He took a few steps forward, noting the thickness of the pink diaper, as well as the way it noisily seemed to crinkle with each little movement. He wasn’t used to this feeling, that was for sure. He stood a bit dazed after the lightning fast change, a few minutes passing before he spoke up, reaching back for his notepad. “Umm.. th-thank you Miss, though It’s not really necessary.. I’ve been potty trained for quite a while. In any case, is there anything else you can tell me about your daughter?” Nonah stared at Tails for a few minutes, the young man standing now in just a pink diaper waddling about while studying his pink-inked notes. She shook her head a bit, giggling once more before waving a hand. “Well, she is a very playful girl. She’s so cute when she skips everywhere with her tails waving all about~” Tails nodded as he wrote that down, taking another few steps around, the diaper crinkling the whole way. He grabbed a large towel, taking a little time to clean up the puddle he had left on his hands and knees, sighing a bit. Sometimes it was pretty lame being the adult in his life. Picking up his chair, the young fox grumbled a bit while blushing. He really couldn’t believe he had been brought so low, having to clean up his own piddle while wearing a pink diaper. These thoughts distracted him enough, the chair slipping from his hand and, much to his annoyance, dropped right on his thumb! “OWWW! God dammit!” Feeling his thumb throbbing, the fox fell back from the chair, tears welling in his eyes as he reactively plunked the thumb directly into his mouth to bite down so he’d stop himself from screaming out more in front of this woman. He felt arms reach under his armpits, soft white fur snuggled him up, the worried eyes of the raccoon now looking at him. “Oh no, you poor thing. Did you get a little booboo? Did that mean old chair give you an owie? Oh goddess honey, no sucking your thumb, it’s been on that icky towel. Here, use this instead.” Soon finding a soft hand gripping his wrist, a soft pop was heard as the thumb left his mouth, a line of spittle coming away with it before he found something rubbery forced right into his maw. He crossed his eyes a bit trying to see what it was, though he did manage to catch a glimpse in the mirror to see the pink guard of a pacifier plunked right into his mouth. The bright pink guard was a contrast to the orange fur on the fox and his lightly red blushing cheeks growing even brighter. “Oo did’n hafta doo dat.” Hearing the infantile speech thanks to the large bulb in his mouth compressing his tongue, Tails grumbled a bit chewing on the pacifier, though something in him did start to calm down, sucking in rhythm with the throbbing of his thumb. Hearing the gentle suckling, Nonah's smile grew a bit brighter. “Oh sweetheart, of course I did. I can’t possibly sit here and let a sweet little princess like you get hurt, now could I?” Tails’ ears perked up at hearing this; a princess? He wasn’t a little girl though! You wouldn’t know it looking in the mirror however, seeing the boy in his state of dress. Tails looked up at Nonah who returned the gaze in kind, she grinning from ear to ear. “I really do need to thank you, little one.” Tails blinked behind the pacifier as he listened to her speak. He looked back into the mirror, the sight he saw nearly shocking him; looking back at him was a small vixen with orange fur, a little tuft of white on the chest, with a thick pink diaper taped on their hips, twin tails swinging gently in the air. “Let’s finish getting you dressed and head home, my little one.” Tails’ eyes bulged as he saw her grab a mess of pink and frills, soon finding himself slipped into a frilly dress fit for a princess, with the hem just barely covering the top of the diaper while leaving the bottom on display. He wiggled a bit as the dress fit over his body, his body naturally betraying him and lifting his arms up for her, soon finding himself sitting next to the bag, Nonah holding up a finger and stepping outside the room a moment. Returning mere moments later, she was piloting a large pink pram to which Tails found himself laid across the pink cushion, a soft blanket wrapped around his body. She started to push the pram out the door, making sure to flip the open sign to read ‘Closed’ and turning off the lights. “As said, I need to thank you little one. You helped me find my little girl after all! You’re going to be my perfect little Princess forever~” Blushing brightly and sucking away at the pacifier, Tails could only give a small whine as he watched the sunny sky and clouds move above him. He’d surely find a way out of this.. somehow.. hopefully.. Fin
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