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  1. At its core, overpopulation had led to many of the issues the world was facing today. The majority of these issues could have been easily fixed if properly addressed, or at least mitigated with proper legislation, but of course that wasn’t how things had gone. By now, we had reached a point of no return, and many had lost any hope of restoring the balance amongst the general populace. But hey, look on the bright side. At this point, overpopulation wasn’t even the biggest issue we were facing anymore. The wealth gap, or rather the segregation of the rich and poor had brought us lower class citizens to a slum-like state, even though we made up more than 80% of the population. Poverty had become the new norm, and those that were lucky took the few jobs made available, allowing them to live at a moderate level of comfort, that is if you count having a tin roof over your head comfort. Although, compared to most, it was. Others fought for what limited government assistance was made available each month, but most of us had come to accept the state of it, or at least tolerate the way things had become. Starvation was the norm. Exposure to the elements, and a complete disregard for any form of sanitization or comfort was the new way of life. As one might expect, crime had begun to skyrocket in recent years as more and more turned to crime as a means to survive. Prisons quickly reached max capacity, many using the prison system as a means to survive. Afterall, a warm meal and a bed was more than most of us had on the streets. But it didn’t help that they had indirectly disadvantaged the rest of us by forcing the authorities to create a new solution as serving your time was no longer possible with the new crime rates. And thus, the lottery system was created. Now, when you committed a crime, with prison time out of the picture, the sentences had to be something aside from prison time, and boy did they let their imaginations run wild. Of course, most saw this coming as the government slowly expanded their assistant efforts to be focused on improving the lives of the Uppers rather than the majority. I can still remember when they first announced their multi step plan, creating jobs to help better keep the two worlds apart. The Commissioners Authority they had called it. Promising a few thousands jobs to the lucky ones to help keep the poor in check. Ingenious if you ask me. Using the poor to help fight off the poor. And it worked of course. Life was so miserable for most, that even the mere chance at a better life was priceless. Even if it meant turning on their friends and families. But nonetheless, it only took a few years after its creation for people to realize that they had to take matters into their own hands. A true crime in the Authorities eyes. Most were just stealing food to feed their empty stomachs, or stealing power from local shops or unsuspecting neighbors, hoping to stay warm and save just enough money to afford the basic life necessities. Others turned to cyber crimes to hack through the financial system with a goal of getting rich, hoping to one day spread the wealth amongst the people and put an end to the current day norm. A cyber revolution. Really, any chance at escaping the slums for a chance of something greater was really the only motivator that kept most people going. Something better than what was currently being offered, by any means necessary. While most solutions to overpopulation had fallen to the wayside, once crime had begun to skyrocket, the Commissioners Authority quickly implemented a solution that killed two birds with one stone. Though, it was more of a solution to crime and over population than anything, not actually addressing the root of the problems at all. At its roots, it was a simple lottery draw for anyone caught committing a crime of any degree. Whether you stole a loaf of bread, or went on a serial killing spree, all crimes were added to the same lottery pool. I say lottery draw as if it is a good thing, when in reality it's one to be avoided, by any means necessary. Unlike most lottery draws, this draw was really used as a way to give out harsher punishments without directly handing out the punishments to individuals. It wasn’t a cruel and harsh punishment if there was a chance at something better. The sentences were made to be some of the worst things possible, with a handful of requests thrown in by the Uppers here and there to help fill roles for servants and essential workers, branding it as a “Chance at a better future!”. But everyone knew it was just a new form of indentured servitude, dedicating your life to make the life of the Uppers as pleasurable as possible. No one ever knew what options were in the lottery. Literally speaking, there could be a lottery ticket that grants you a billion credits, but you would never know it till you choose that option. More likely, was the forced servitude on distant planets in cold, harsh conditions, mining for precision metals until your body simply fell apart, where you’d then be left to the elements to finish you off. There was no mersey, but that wasn’t really the goal. The goal was to reduce crime, and more importantly, kill off those that were seen as a plague to the Uppers. The choice was simple, when you were caught committing a crime you had two choices. Immediate execution, or pull a ticket and enter the lottery. Once you pulled a ticket though, you had to take whatever it was that you got. There was no chance of escape by death if the ticket was something horrible. As such, most opted for death as they knew the awful things that could come from the lottery and didn’t want to take the chance. The choice of death was at least a quick, painless way to end the suffering that many were facing. But that wasn’t my story. ~~ I had been staying at a friend's house. Well, more of a friend's hidey hole if I am being honest. A small shelter pieced together with loose trash in a back alley way, held together with duct tape up on an old fire escape. It wasn’t much, but shelter was something that was hard to come by, especially in the colder months. There was a small space heater that helped keep the horribly insulated cardboard bearable, but I was wrapped up under what little blankets we had, struggling to keep warm. Alone, waiting for the return of my friends who had left earlier that morning in search of work. I laid still, trying to fight off the growling in my stomach that had been there since the night before. Perhaps I should have been searching for a job that morning too. I was stirred awake by screams of a siren outside of cardboard as one of the authorities hover vehicles pulled up within the alley. I knew immediately in that moment that I was fucked, but nonetheless, the fight or flight response kicked in and I quickly tried to scramble out from underneath my blankets, feeling the cold crisp air quickly chill my bones. I pulled the cardboard back, blinding myself with sun as I scurried out from underneath like some kind of rodent, quickly stumbling into the legs of two officers. I looked up at them, trembling from both the fear and the cold, still blinded by the sun, knowing it was over and that I would have no other choice but then to make the fatal decision that would lay before me. Unfazed by having watched me tunnel out of my trash pile, they pulled out their retinal scanner, the quickest way to get an accurate identity in today's world. I quickly got up on my knees so that I could at least try to keep some of my dignity as I stood there at their mercy. “Citizen ZZ1746890, you are hereby charged with the crime of unlawful residency and the crime of unlawful power tapping. You are hereby deemed guilty by the Commissioners Authority.” My gut dropped as I hung my head low. I knew exactly what to expect, and yet, somehow I was still disappointed. “Citizen ZZ1746890, as a result of your crime, you are hereby sentenced to death, or the lottery draw. Please clearly state your decision within 15 seconds, or the ruling will automatically be deemed as a lottery draw.” My heart was pumping faster than it ever had. I knew that both options would be awful, but I was young. I hadn’t experienced life the way I wanted. Death would be quick, painless and clean, but I just couldn’t force myself to say it. I sat there, silent, unable to speak as I listened to my heart pump. The longest 15 seconds of my life. “Citizen ZZ1746890, you are hereby sentenced to the lottery draw. As such, you will now be taken into custody and awake when your number is pulled”. With that, my world had gone dark almost instantly. Something I had not prepared for, but why waste energy potentially fighting a prisoner when you could use the custom implants that all citizens were given at birth to force them into an unconscious state. ~~ I stirred awake in a small white room, held in place by some form of magnetic field, holding the metal collars around my wrists and ankles tight to the floor. The fluorescent lights blinded me, as three individuals came into view. I was completely disorientated. How long had I been out? “Citizen ZZ1746890, we will now commence your lottery draw”. I looked up, trying to see their faces as my eyes adjusted to the lights. I could make out two guards and an older gentleman holding some type of tablet, probably using it to commence the draw. “Citizen ZZ1746890, congratulations, your lottery draw is complete. As such, you have been assigned to…” He paused. I could remember my eyes adjusting to the light as he said this, allowing me to see the confusion on his face as he read my ticket aloud. “Eh- Congratulations Citizen ZZ1746890, you have received a custom request ticket. This means that someone in the Uppers has put in a personal request and the system believes that you fit the bill”. My heart skipped a beat. Had this really happened? Had I really been given one of the better tickets, a chance at a better life? Had the rumors really been true? “As per the ticket, I will read out the request and all matching descriptors. If at any point you believe this request is unfit for you, this is the rare case you can discard the ticket.” “Discard?” I had asked. “Yes Citizen ZZ1746890, this request is an unusual one, but one that the requester wants to ensure will fit. As such, if you are unwilling to fit the descriptor, or know that you will be unable, you may request a single redraw. Might I add that we both know that by discarding this ticket, no matter its descriptor, you will be throwing away your single best shot at even a decent life.” I gulped. “Eh hem, Ambassador Obleece and his wife request a single ticket holder to serve as their…third party sexual partner to play the role of a sexually submissive adult baby…” I remembered hearing that, and just wondering what the fuck. Part of me wanted to decline in the moment, but what the man had said was true. This was likely far better than any other potential outcome, especially if the rumors were true. “The descriptor details are as follows. Ticket recipient: Must be 18+. Must be under 5’ 2”. Must come from an impoverished background, preferably from the streets. Must be a non violent crime. Must be a virgin. Must be free of any disease or contamination…and the rest goes on to be explicit details about your biological make up. Do you, Citizen ZZ1746890, accept your ticket, or do you wish to exercise your right and use your single discard?” “Biological make up?” I stumbled, unsure of what that was supposed to mean. “Specific identifiers of your biological make up are specified, including brain performance, blood type, specific gene pools, etc. The list goes on and on, but I can assure you the system has already verified that all of these things match. I can go into more detail if you really insist, but if I am being blunt, neither you, nor I am going to understand what these identifiers mean. Now, do you accept or wish to discard?” “I- I accept,” I had forced out, knowing damn well that I had no idea what to expect. ~~ Of course, in typical fashion of the Commissioners Authority, that was the last thing I remember before waking up where I am now. Though, I’m not too sure where that is. All I know is that I am inside of a small metal box, with a few air holes poked through to help me breathe. I could see blue skies and rolling clouds, as well as the faintest glimpse of the siding of a rather nice looking home, two things you would surely never see in the slums. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my stories and want to help support me in creating more, please consider supporting me on my Patreon.
  2. This started out as an idea for a caption of a pic of me, as I was writing the caption, it kept getting longer and longer, I then thought of a quick back story that turned out to be not so quick, eventually turning into this rough outline of a story from beginning to end, with some parts going into detail and other areas glossing over. I had so many things I wanted to get done at home that day, but instead found myself spending the entire day of over 12 hours writing this. Maybe one day I will flesh out the details, but I don’t know I do still have another story I am somewhere in the middle of. This took a long time and it isn't even a whole lot, puts some perspective on how much time I spent on my other one. Synapse: Cliche first person story about a guy that has trouble lasting in bed. His wife convinces him to try chastity, which escalates to diapers. At his work they hire a new batch of interns. His wife meets them at a company social meet and greet. One she takes a liking to and they have an affair, she comes clean to him and tells the intern about his chastity and diapered state. The protagonist is clueless about a lot of things. The intern now openly cucks the protagonist. He goes further down with other things of humiliation. This was written in one sitting, and I am sure there are lots of holes that needed to be plugged (pun intended) CUCKING INTERN It started because I was having issues of being a quick shooter, at times even premature ejaculation. I have had to wash my cum stains off her panties because before her panties were off I was shooting my load on her sexy panties, her beautiful stomach, and luscious thighs. There were even times when I would blow my load in my boxers before my pants were off. Those were some of the extreme cases, caused partly by her wearing something very sexy, and while she is kissing me and I grab her ass, and I can feel my penis grind against her and before I know it I have creamed in my pants. We would have sex, those were the extreme cases, but regardless my stamina was nothing to brag about. We tried using desensitizing creams, and it worked some, I was able to last a little bit longer, but not enough to satisfy her. She had me start by going down on her before I removed my clothes, even when she held my hands to prevent me from touching myself I would move my hips in a way to feel enough in which I would cum in my pants. Everytime I came I would collapse in tiredness and exhaustion, unable to continue and finish her off. Somewhere around this time she had a new shower head installed with several different settings and was removable. Sense then she started taking really long showers a couple times a day, and after everytime we had sex, or attempted to. One day when I came home from work she was already home sitting at the dining room table. In front of her on the table was a small pink plastic tube and ring. Not sure what I was looking at she sat me down and explained that this is a chastity device. She said she read it will help with my ejaculation problem, and it will allow me to last longer in the bedroom. She explained that I was to wear it anytime were not having sex, that it keeps me from having an erection, and she will hold onto the key in a safe place. I did not like this at all, but we made a deal, she said if I could last 5 minutes she would throw it away and never bring it up again. 2 minutes later she was already in the shower, her panties covered in my cum in the laundry, and a pink plastic cage locked around my now deflated penis. It certainly worked, just not the way I imagined. It made me last longer because she would not unlock me until she came at least once. It also made me a lot hornier too, by the time she unlocked me I was so horny, the chastity was off for less than a minute before it was being put back on and my mess was there to be cleaned up. My wife left the deal of if I can last more than 5 minutes she will get rid of the chastity. She kept the key hidden from me, and there were times I did try to find it. My wife seemed a bit better with our sex life, I also noticed she was taking shorter showers and only once a day now. At first she would get the key and unlock me after I went down on her and she came once. Then it became two, until it became when she had enough, which would sometimes be over an hour. She came home one day with a strap on for me to wear with my chastity so she can fuck me. The dildo was so much bigger than my penis, I asked why she had to get one so big, she chuckled as she said 'sweetie, that is average size.' She would ride me, only on the dildo in so many different positions, I had never seen her like this. I would get so horny I would leak out of my cage onto our sheets. Sometimes she would see that and say 'it looks like you already came, you don't need to be unlocked tonight,' or she might say she is too tired to go get the key and roll over and sleep. I would beg for her to unlock me, or tell me where the key was so I could unlock myself. I would try to bargain with her, but she would say maybe we can talk about it tomorrow. I think she realized how much control those keys gave her. The times between her unlocking me were getting longer, she said the sex has been getting better the longer I go between. I found myself leaking out of my cage during the day soaking the front of my boxers. I mistakenly made that complaint to my wife as a reason why she should unlock me. Instead she found a 'solution' to my problem. I came home from work one day seeing her 'solution,' which was to get rid of my boxers and replace them with diapers. I saw this as I was wearing my last pair of boxers stained from cum. These were not discrete little pullups, these were thick, crinkly, diapers with baby prints. She said she picked out baby looking ones because of how much I have been whining about the chastity device. Now during sex she doesn't bother taking my diaper off, she puts the strap on over it. She said it is so I don't leak all over the sheets. Going to work with a crinkling diaper was nerve racking, fortunately I had my own office, and there was usually plenty of noise outside my office, so the crinkling didn't stand out. I had to quit coffee and reduce my fluid intake at work, as going to the work bathrooms was out of the question. I tried to hold it the best I could through work, but near the end of the work day I could not hold it longer and found myself finishing the work day sitting in a wet diaper. Fortunately I never wet enough that it was noticeable at work. When I complained that I should at least have pull ups for work so I can use the bathroom there, she thought I seemed to be fine as is and bought me a pacifier to put in my mouth when I started to complain. I was complaining one time about being worried of the diaper getting noticeably full under my slacks, or worse leaking through. She put the pacifier in my mouth to quiet me, but I spit it out telling her I was serious and I should at least wear some type of discreet pullup instead of these baby diapers. She quickly had me over her knees spanking my ass black and blue until I was kicking my legs begging her to stop. She took advantage of me having a private office by sending me to work with an extra diaper to change into if mine gets full, as well as 3 baby bottles with instructions to have them finished by certain times of the day. I found myself needing to change my diaper a little past halfway through the day. I learned then that when she puts a pacifier in my mouth it was a warning to shut up because she will have a solution and I will not like it. I was able to get by at work without anyone noticing that I was wearing a diaper and chastity cage under my clothes by keeping mostly in my office and sneaking my soaked diaper out in my bag. Every year at work we get a fresh batch of interns, some are hoping to get hired on full time, others happy to have something professional to put on their resume. The company has an after work social meet and greet at a nice bar to introduce the new interns to others in the company in a relaxed setting. My wife was with me as we talked with some of my colleagues and their spouses. Occasionally I would feel her hand sneak down to my diaper butt, feeling my diaper and once squeezed it. She would smile and whisper, 'don't drink too much, we didn't bring a fresh diaper' I was so scared someone would hear her or see her grabbing my diaper. I introduced her to all the new interns and we all chatted a bit with polite conversations. There was one intern my wife seemed a little fascinated with. He was tall and muscular, and used to play wide receiver in college. I never knew my wife to be that interested in football, but she seemed interested in everything he was saying. I even saw them chatting at the bar, shortly before she went to the bathroom. I didn't see where he went. My wife's mood was a lot better for weeks following the meet and greet with the interns, although she got really busy at work. She had a new client that kept her busy with work, working late nights, taking late meetings, exhausted and no interest in sex when she got home. Despite this she was smiling and cheerful when she was home. Unfortunately because we were having sex less I was getting unlocked less. I asked her if I can be unlocked on nights we weren't having sex so I can jerk off in the bathroom. She said no because she may decide she wants sex later and wants me to be ready. One time I complained too much about how long it has been sense we had sex and I had cum that she thought it best I remember my true position and took away my big boy privileges at home. As soon as I get home I drop to the floor on my hands and knees as I take off my work clothes until I am in nothing but a diaper. From there my big boy privileges like walking and talking are taken away and I have to crawl around anywhere I go. My wife thought it looked strange for someone crawling around in a diaper to have so much man hair and had me keep myself as smooth as a baby's bottom. She started buying me little shirts to wear under my work clothes so when I got home I could remove my work clothes and instantly look like a baby. Things that said ‘I’m a baby’ or ‘pampered.’ The shirts were getting noticeably more girly, one even said ‘baby girl in training.’ We weren't having that much sex, and when I really started begging to be unlocked is when she would start making a list of things I needed to do first. It started out with simple chores, but everytime I wanted to cum, more things were added to what was called my to-cum list. As if she was seeing how far I would go, while making it gradual enough that I ultimately cave. More chores were added, she would add slightly more embarrassing things for me to wear around the house, like a onesie or a little baby dress. Something I didn’t want to wear, but if it meant I was going to be unlocked and get to cum it wasn’t that bad. My to-cum list grew to where it would take me a couple days to do them, and some were perpetual, such as doing the dishes, taking off her shoes and rubbing her feet when she got home from work. One evening while my wife was working late I was so horny I was laying on the floor and when I started to move it started to feel good. I started grinding my hips on the floor, feeling some pleasure, almost as if I might be able to cum. I got lost in humping the floor in my diaper. I didn't even notice my wife standing there looking down at me as I was doing this, I eventually gave up in frustration, turned and saw her standing there with a grin ‘was that fun? I think you lasted longer with the floor than with anything.’ Frustrated for not being able to cum and embarrassed for her seeing me like that I crawled to her and gave her her foot rub. When I was unlocked I was starting to get better at lasting longer, seeing me hump in my diaper gave her the idea I should be diapered when I cum so there isn’t a mess. She started untapeing my diaper to unlock me, put the tapes back on and let me hump or rub the front of my diaper. She would put the chastity back on and tape me back up in the same diaper leaving me to sleep in my cum soaked diaper. Though I was pretty sure I was getting to five minutes, granted in my diaper, but it felt like with this embarrassment I could last longer than 5 minutes. My wife did let me have sex with her to prove how long I could last, it was so embarrassing, she brought out a kitchen timer and set it to five minutes. ‘Ok baby, let’s see what goes off first, you or the timer.’ She guided me in her while she was on her back in basic missionary. As soon as I was all the way in she said ‘you are so big,’ without any enthusiasm as if reading from a cue card. After the sounds she made with the strapon, she wasn’t even trying to sound like she was faking. She said, ‘that’s it, right there, keep going, don’t stop I’m about to cum,’ even though I knew she wasn’t as soon as the words ‘don’t stop i’m about to cum’ left her mouth I felt myself go past the point of no return, my wife recognized my face, and started chuckling. I spurted inside her to the sound of her laughing and the ticking of the kitchen timer. She locked me back up, and put me in a diaper. As she finished taping my diaper the kitchen timer went off. My wife surprised me with a visit one day at work for lunch. This was the first time she had ever stopped by and thought we could eat lunch in my office. It was the first time she had seen it and she liked that the only window in my office was the view over the city, and that it was private from the rest of the office. I asked for one of the interns to come into my office to take our lunch order. The tall, muscular one came in, I gave him my lunch order and asked my wife what she wanted. She went to the door and locked it, the intern went and sat in my chair, my wife said ‘we need to have a little talk.’ Not sure what was going on, I told the intern to get out of my seat, not even acknowledging me. My wife turned my jaw to where I was facing her and put a pacifier in my mouth, 'Why don't you show your intern your true position here?' I was horrified and panicked, my intern could not see what my wife did to me. Though her voice sounded like a kind question her eyes were demanding. With the pacifier in my mouth I knew better than to argue. I slowly started slinking down to the ground as I removed my slacks revealing the little skirt that did not do a good job covering my slightly sagging diaper. My face was burning red in humiliation, as I heard the chuckles of disbelief from my intern. I continued to remove my jacket, tie, and shirt revealing the remainder of my girly childish outfit. ‘That’s a good girl’ my wife said, first time she ever referred to me in the femine as I looked up at her in confusion and horror. She turned to my intern and said ‘I would like to introduce you to my… well er… I guess my husband,’ finishing with a laugh. My intern was laughing uncontrollably, he asked ‘what the fuck am I looking at?’ My face turned redder, I was so mad, but I was also so embarrassed I had to hide my face. My wife explained that this is what she has to deal with at home, and why she has been spending so much time with him. She felt this would be the best way to tell me that her new client was really him. She noticed my confused and disoriented look and said, ‘that’s right, you are a little baby and need it explained more.’ She went on to tell me that she first hooked up with him in the bathroom at the bar the night of the meet and greet. She then explained that every time she said she was with a new clint she was going out with him and getting fucked. She explained how long he goes on, and how his cock is bigger than the strap on. She turned to my intern to explain how I thought an average size penis was big. She told me about all the different positions she was able to do because of his physique and his stamina. She explained that’s why they quit having sex, if it could be called that, because he was able to really fuck, and go several times a night instead of getting tired and unmotivated. He has been keeping her satisfied, until she had to ‘work late’ again. My intern, still laughing, but confused asked what he was looking at. My wife explained how quick of a shooter I am, about how I have been locked in chastity for so long, me leaking and staining my boxers with cum, and she thought these diapers were a good substitute and seemed more appropriate. She told him how long I have been coming to work in diapers, and he couldn’t believe no one had noticed. She explained the deal we have and how I can be removed from chastity. She turned to me and asked ‘how many minutes do you have to last to not be in chastity? Show me with your fingers how many minutes you have to go without blowing your load,’ I didn’t want to but she said, ‘It's not that big a number, I know you can count that high,’ knowing that behind that sweet voice was a stern warning, I raised my hands up showing all five of my fingers. My intern cracked up at this, could not believe that I was unable to last 5 minutes. She went on to tell him how desperate I was to cum, and how sense they’ve started fucking she has had me do a to-cum list, a list of things before she would unlock me and allow me to cum. This is how she gets me to wear these girly baby clothes to work under my work clothes, and the chores I do, and the other things she has had me do. He laughed, and asked ‘all this for a couple minutes before cumming?’ My wife responded with a laugh ‘if that.’ She then told me to show him where all my cummies go, telling me to point where all my little messes go, wanting to cry in embarrassment I pointed to my diaper. She was making some point, but I didn’t know what it was. My wife told him about the time she came home after being with him and saw me desperately humping the floor in my diaper while locked in chastity for a while without even noticing her standing there. She turned to me ‘that was for such a long time, did you even cum?’ I gumpely shook my head no. My intern laughed as he said ‘what a pathetic sissy,’ in which my wife joined in his laughter, and I could feel my diaper getting wetter and fuller. My wife told me to get dressed and grab them some food, unless I wanted to stay and watch. Getting dressed my intern gave me his food order just as I have given him mine so many times, only my wife was unbuckling his pants while he ordered. I could see his half erect cock and it put mine to shame, I watched my wife stroke it and kiss, something she quit doing to mine after a couple accidental shots to her face. She told me her order between having his cock in her mouth. I returned with their food, a couple people from the office asking why I didn’t have an intern grab the food. I went into my office and fortunately they were fully clothed. I gave them their food, and realized I forgot to get food for myself. My wife had me back on the floor with my work clothes off, and handed me one of the bottles to drink from while they ate. After they finished eating my wife checked my diaper in front of my intern and said ‘you are a bit wet, did you want a diaper change?’ My face went back to crimson and I shook my head no, not wanting my intern to see me getting a diaper change. ‘Well,’ she said ‘unless you want your intern to change your diaper later,’ before my wife finished the sentence he blurted ‘fuck no I’m not changing a diaper.’ she continued ‘well, looks like it is now or when you get home. Do you think this diaper is going to make it until you get home?’ Her and I both knew based on the condition of my diaper that it would be leaking before I left the office. Unless I wanted to bring attention to my butt with a massive pee spot I would be getting my diaper changed in front of my intern. When he saw the small plastic pink cage, he couldn’t believe I was small enough to fit in there. Both agreed that there was no way he would even fit in that. In a fresh diaper my wife let me put on my work clothes before she left, giving my intern a long kiss. My intern flashed me a grin as he left my office. Since my wife told me about her affair with my intern she felt like she no longer needed to hide it and he started being a regular at the house. He would see me crawling around the house in a diaper and whatever clothes my wife had me wear, usually something girly. He was the one that thought it was a good idea that my hair be in pigtails. One day he commented on how the place could use a maid, and produced a sexy maids uniform for me to wear while I did chores, and thought I should curtsey to my superiors. My face would always turn an extra shade of red when I curtseyed him acknowledging him as my superior in my home. He was certainly enjoying humiliating the boss. He was even there on the times my wife let me cum. My wife never watched me, but my intern wanted to see how bad it was and I was forced to hump a pillow in my diaper wearing a little skirt, girly shirt, sucking on a pacifier, my hair in pigtails, while listening to him laugh at me. Somehow even through all of that I lasted only a couple minutes. When I rolled over on my back after finishing in my diaper, my intern couldn’t believe I was already done, my wife came by, locked me back up and taped me back in my diaper. Another time he wanted to watch me hump my pillow while I was locked. It was feeling so good, I didn’t even care that he was laughing, until I gave up in exhaustion. I was moved to the guest room, as he took over my spot in the bedroom. At work I quit asking him to do anything, really almost all the interns, I tried to avoid him as much as possible, and I was never able to look him in the eyes. He certainly enjoyed the dynamic change, and would make a point to pass by me to ask ‘how’s that diaper sissy?’ or ‘I can still taste your wife from this morning.’ I was assigned a project and was told to pick one intern to work with on it. Unfortunately everyone at work knew it was my decision, so at home he and my wife both agreed that I should choose him. Without a choice I picked him, he was in my office quite a bit so he suggested I move in and we share the office while working on the project. I asked him where his desk would fit, he said, ‘you mean your desk, I will be using the one that is already there. I figure a little sissy baby like you will be happy on the floor.’ Realizing I didn’t have a choice in this either, I convinced the company to let him to temporarily move into my office during the project despite there only being one desk. Him and my wife both agreed that while I was at work and it was just the two of us there I should be in my true position and remove my adult clothes and be confined to the floor of my office. Without a say in the matter I was spending my work days sitting on my floor working, wearing a diaper and some girly baby outfit, sucking on a pacifier, hair in pigtails with ribbons, and a little bow, while my work clothes lay on a chair. With the project we made it to where there was no reason for me to leave the office, he would handle the important meetings, and I would stay in my office and work in my outfit. When leaving the office people would mention how they never see me leave my office during the day, not even to use the bathroom. I would laugh it off and say I was really busy. Which I was, but it started with me teaching him some of the things he needed to know for the project to him taking over more and more of it. I always had to work late, to take care of what would normally be intern work, but he decided it should be my work. I would spend almost the entire day with him at work only to get home and to the sounds of him fucking my wife. The sounds she made were even more intense then when she made me wear a strapon. I would be in my ‘true position’ as soon as I entered the door, unless I was completing something off of my to-cum list. If I was cleaning or serving them I was required to have my maids uniform on. One thing added to the to-cum list was serving them water after anytime they finished fucking. Which meant if I heard them fucking that was my cue to be ready in my maids uniform to serve them water. I usually had other chores to do that required me to be in the maids uniform, so I usually did those while they were fucking. Though sometimes my intern would have me reclean some things, but I think it was more for his amusement of watching me clean in such a ridiculous outfit. One of the times I went to serve them water after they were done fucking, I curtesyed in my maids outfit after serving them water as I have been instructed, neither bothering to cover up which was normal. My wife thought it was the perfect time to show me something. She removed my diaper and had me display my pink little cage. She brought him over explaining to me that he is completely flaccid, she brought his dick next to my cage making mine seem so much smaller as the shaft of his cock was thicker and longer than my entire cage, and that’s not talking about the head. She said ‘See, his is way too big to even fit in something so small.’ He was obviously bigger than me, but I didn’t need the extra humiliation of her comparing it side by side. I never wanted a diaper on more at that time to cover my tiny little cage. She put my diaper back on me and kicked me out. On one of my to-cum lists she put on there she wanted to see Daddy change my diaper. I was mortified, first this was the first time my intern has been referred to as Daddy, and second, though he had seen me get a diaper change and that is embarrassing enough. I knew there was no point arguing, and it isn’t that big of a deal, but I really didn’t want to have to ask him for a diaper change. It was the last thing on my to-cum list, one day at the office while he was sitting at my desk working and I was sitting on the floor dressed in my ridiculous outfit doing some work, I finally got the nerve to ask my intern if he would give me a diaper change in front of my wife tonight. He burst out laughing and said ‘fuck no, I think it’s funny that you wear them, hump them, cum in them, and piss in them, but I am not changing your diaper. That’s between you two. When I told my wife what he said, she said it didn’t bother her if I didn’t cum, it is the last thing on the to-cum list for now before more things are added. The next day I asked my intern again if he would change my diaper in front of my wife, this time I was begging him. He still said no, desperate and hoping to appeal to his enjoyment of my humiliation, I put my hands together looking up from him on my knees, trying to sound as little girlish as possible, I asked, ‘pwease Daddy, will you change my diaper tonight? pwetty pwease’ He laughed immediately which I expected, but it still stung, and said ‘how can I say no to something as precious as that? Let me think… um… no,’ and he continued laughing. I turned away and he said ‘wait, wait, why are you wanting me to change your diaper?’ I told him because it was on my to-cum list. He asked, ‘so if I don’t change your diaper in front of your wife, she won’t let you cum?’ I confirmed, and he said ok and I was getting excited, probably overly excited about another man changing my diaper, but followed up saying I need to do two things before he would change me. First he wanted me to ask him for a diaper change in front of my wife just as I did then. As humiliating as that was, it wouldn’t be that much worse in front of my wife at this point. Then he said followed with, ‘second, I want you to suck my dick.’ I immediatly said ‘no way, besides you are already getting head and fucking my wife, pretty much every morning and night.’ He said, ‘yeah, but not while I’m at work.’ I couldn’t believe how much this guy could go. I still held firm of no. I have done some pretty humiliating things, but I have to draw the line somewhere. He said, ‘it doesn’t bother me if you ever cum again, but if you do then it looks like you will need to make sure I cum first.’ Over a week went by, other things were added to the to-cum list, which I did hoping that maybe my wife would let it slide on him changing my diaper. I also would ask if there was something else I could do, and he would say, ‘nope, you just need to suck my dick until I cum, that’s all.’ I found myself humping pillows and the arm of the couch to the sounds of them fucking. I started thinking about her sucking his dick, and then me sucking his dick, and while I was frustratingly humping a pillow, it didn’t seem so bad sucking his dick. I have already sunk pretty low, I don’t think it is really too much, I was whimpering as I was humping knowing I wasn’t going to get releaf, but somehow couldn’t stop myself. I might as well agree, it won’t be that bad, and then it will be over and off the list. The next day at work I finally gathered the courage and told my intern I would do it, he asked me what I was talking about. I said, ‘I will do what you want so I can have a diaper change.’ He had me remind him what that was again, when I said I would suck his dick he replied, ‘you want to suck my dick like your wife?’ Turning red I said no, but he said if I really wanted a diaper change then I must want to suck his dick. So if I wanted to suck his dick to get a diaper change that night, then he needs me to ask him to suck his dick. I knew his reasoning was flawed, but also knew there was no way around it. So I begrudgingly said, ‘Please can I suck your dick,’ he wasn’t happy with my tone, and thought I should ask like I will have to ask him for a diaper change that evening. Doing the best I could to get the words out I asked, ‘pwetty pwease Daddy, can I suck your cock?’ He responded with ‘of course you can,’ and moved my old chair back so I could crawl between his legs and put my head to his lap. He didn’t even bother to unzip his pants, he was making me do all the work. I unzipped his pants and brought his large heavy flaccid cock to my mouth. I kissed the head of it using my tongue a little bit, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, I placed the warm head of his cock in my mouth and started to suck on it as I felt it slowly grow in my mouth. He told me to suck on his balls, so as I stroked his cock I sucked on his balls, popping them in my mouth. I could feel his cock was fully erect so I started bobbing my head up and down on it. I wasn’t able to reach all the way down, so I relied on my hand to stroke his cock while I bobbed my head. At one point he grabbed my pigtails and started controlling the rhythm of my bobbing saying, ‘I knew these would come in handy.’ I continued stroking his cock with one hand and playing with his balls with the other while he continued to control my head. He put his hand on the back of my head and started facefucking me. He started off gental, testing how far he could go before I started gagging. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth pushing it to the back of my throat, trying to hold it longer and go deeper until I was really gagging and he would pull back. When I really gagged I would feel a rush of pee leave my bladder into my diaper. Once he found a comfortable limit with me he started to really fuck my head. My hand was still on his shaft to reach what my mouth couldn’t. I could feel his cock grow even more, and without a warning, and leaving my head in place I felt him shoot his first warm load into my mouth, in shock I tried to pull my head back, but his hand on the back of my head kept me from moving as another spurt came with more cum, I felt some of it leaving my mouth, dripping down my chin, and falling onto my shirt. There were two more spurts and my mouth was full, holding it in and wanting to spit it out some place he said, ‘open your mouth and let me see,’ I did as he asked and showed him, then he said ‘good girl, now swallow it.’ I almost swallowed out of shock at the request, but stared dumbfounded at him with his load in mouth. ‘You heard me, be a good girl and swallow Daddy’s load.’ Begrudgingly I did, feeling the stickiness stick to my throat as it slid down. ‘Don’t forget what spilled on your chin,’ I took my finger and scooped the cum that dripped down my chin and sucked my finger clean. ‘Now finish cleaning Daddy’s cock.’ There was still some cum on his cock, so I put his cock back in my mouth sucking the last couple drops out, as I did so he said ‘good girl, you’re Daddy’s little slut.’ With his cock clean, he zipped up his pants, and noticed the drops of cum on my shirt, ‘looks like you need a bib.’ At home I brought him a fresh diaper, and as he requested in front of my wife, on my knees with my hands clasped together I said, ‘pweaty pwease Daddy, will you change my diaper, pweeeaaase?’ Both of them laughed at me and he said ok. I laid on my back while he changed my diaper in the same fashion as my wife. I asked if I could be unlocked during my diaper change, and he said there was no way he was risking me being unlocked and cumming on him during a diaper change, and I would have to ask my wife about that. She said tomorrow, because there was another thing added to the to-cum list that needed to be done first. A couple days later while I was home my wife had a present for me. I unwrapped it to find a bib that said ‘Daddy’s Little Cumslut,’ my face went crimson, as she told me about how she heard how I begged Daddy to give him a blowjob at work, I tried to protest and say that’s not the whole truth, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. I did beg him for a blowjob, but she wouldn’t listen to anything past that. She laughed as she said, ‘I can’t believe you begged for the milk out of Daddy's bottle.’ That was so crude and that wasn’t exactly what happened. From that point on I was to call him Daddy, and I was to wear that bib at work anytime I sucked Daddy’s cock. Which started to turn into a daily thing. It started out with anytime he said, ‘put on your bib’ was my cue to put on my ‘Daddy’s Little Cumslut’ bib and suck his cock. Eventually it turned to when I noticed he could use a stress relief I was to put my bib on myself, crawl up to him, look up at him in my chair and in that little girly voice ask, ‘Daddy, can I please suck your dick.’ At which point he would roll my chair back and I gave him a blowjob. They decided I should move into a cot at the foot of their bed. Sense I wanted Daddy’s cock and cum so much, then I can be there to help out. I protested, but that left me with a bruised ass and a punishment plug up my ass as a reminder to not argue, and still in a cot at the foot of their bed. It started with me giving them both head at the beginning to get them started, their fluffer, then they would have me watch on the bed. I couldn’t believe the positions they were getting into, even when I used the strapon, there was no way I had the muscle to do some of those things. I hated how hot it was to watch live porn, even if it was my intern fucking my wife, it was really cucking hot, I mean fucking hot. When he finished I would have to clean his cum out of my wife’s pussy. As time went on they got more comfortable and had me participate a little more, such as licking his balls while my wife rode him, or lick her clit while he fucks her, and even finishing in my mouth instead of my wife’s pussy. One time she requested us to reenact the first time I went down on him, I had to crawl over to him sitting in a chair and beg to suck his cock. This wasn’t the whole truth, I was made to make it more to my wife’s thoughts of it then the reality of it. So I crawled over to Daddy sitting in a chair, putting my hands on his lap, already removing his belt, I said ‘pwetty pwease Daddy, can suck your dick,’ I cringed at having to follow it with, ‘can I pwease dwink the milk from your bottle.’ I was unzipping his pants as he said, ‘such an eager little sissy, how can I say no to that?’ I had his cock out and in my mouth. This was already an inaccurate reenactment, because I certainly did not take his cock in mouth the same way. I was a lot better at sucking his dick, and my gag reflex was a lot better, to where I was able to get most of him down my throat. Some of the things did remain the same, he did grab my pigtails to control my head, he did grab the back of my head and further train my throat, and when I did gag I involuntarily let out a gush of pee in my diaper, except this time my nose was now touching his pelvis and his balls were against my chin for the first time. He continued to slowly face fuck me now with his balls slapping my chin with each thrust. When he blew his load in my mouth I was now used to it, that I had no problem keeping his load in my mouth. I showed it to him, and my wife interjected, ‘I thought there was cum that dripped down his face, that’s where that stain on that shirt came from, and the reason I bought him that adorable bib.’ Daddy said that’s right and gave me a look, I let some of his cum fall out of my mouth drip down my chin and on my shirt. Everything else played out as it did more or less. He told me to swallow, and clean my chin, only I went straight back to his cock to clean it without being told. At work it is getting near the end of the time of the interns and the project. Daddy is most likely getting hired on, though not sure what position yet, which means I will not get much reprieve at work at the end of this, but I will at least get my office back after the project. One day while we were in what has become our office, one of the other interns barged in. The door was always locked so this was completely unexpected and I quickly crawled under my desk, hoping he did not see the obvious thing being me in pigtails in a diaper in girly baby clothes, as well as the obviousness of my diapered butt crawling away to hide. Daddy told this intern to come in anytime today to get a letter of recommendation, and I would have no problem writing it. This intern was planning to go elsewhere and wanted a glowing recommendation. After seeing me as I was dressed, it was not a difficult choice. Then he wanted more for his silence, he would be leaving so it wasn’t like he would have to be bought for long. He wanted a blowjob from the cute little diapered sissy boss. I put on my bib and sucked his cock. He couldn’t help but comment on my bib. He wasn’t as big as what I was used to so it was a little easier. After he came in my mouth, I held my mouth open showing it to him and he laughed at how he got a blowjob by his boss dressed like this, then kneeling down looking up at him with a mouth full of his cum, and a bib saying ‘Daddy’s Little Cumslut’, waiting for him to tell me to swallow it. He told me to swallow it and I did. I then did as I was told and crawled to my area on the floor and wrote his letter of recommendation. During this time, my punishment plug became my at work plug, and my punishment plugs would get bigger and bigger. There were times I knew I did nothing wrong, but was told something I did wrong to deserve the punishment plug. After I got used to it, the punishment plug would go bigger. Once I got used to the new size of the plug, it would feel nice at times. I would sometimes find myself pressing into it through my diaper as I watched them fuck from my cot. My wife decided not to take my plug out when she unlocked me after I completed everything off of the to-cum list. The feeling of the plug pressing up in me, hitting this certain spot as I humped my diaper, I could feel my ass clinch tight around the plug pressing it more into that spot as I had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. I was too tired and feeling too blissful to crawl back to my wife to be locked back up. My wife came in and found me passed out still hunched over my pillow from where I was when I orgasmed. She woke me up and turned me over, saying she was thinking I actually lasted over 5 minutes, only to find me passed out in the same pillow humping position. One time my wife noticed I was playing with my plug while I was watching them fuck. She thought I wanted to join in more. She thought with my hole used to a plug, I should be good for the strapon that I used to use to fuck her with. My wife put on the strapon, lubed up with my butt in the air, she slowly entered, it took a moment to get used to, but after a couple pumps from her I end up letting out a moan. She continued to go slow allowing me to get used to it, and embarrassingly enjoy it. I was leaking out of my cage, and my wife would catch some of it and put it up to my mouth for me to eat it. The taste of cum didn’t bother me anymore, and though I wouldn't admit it, I was developing a taste for it. Daddy moved over, grabbed my head and brought it to his cock. The feeling of my wife fucking me was feeling too good, I took his cock hungrly in my mouth. I was moaning from the pleasure of the dildo in my ass, pushing my hips back in forth as my wife thrusted in and out while at the same time he was fucking my face, driving his cock all the way down my throat with his balls slapping on my chin. It was insane how good this was feeling, I was feeling the pleasure intinsify more and more, my ass was clinching around the strapon as I was feeling this intense wave of pleasure go through me, feeling it shoot through my entire body, all this time Daddy is fucking my face. I felt a release finally shoot out of my chastity, a couple more shots and waves of pleasure as my wife continued to fuck me. I almost pass out from the pleasure, my wife notices that I seem to be slipping, and while still fucking me slaps my ass hard and tells me we aren’t done yet. She scoops up the cum from the sheets and places it on the strapon so I can feel my cum inside me. I continue to work on Daddy’s cock while my wife fucks me. Daddy finally finishes in my mouth, and I am put back in my diaper. As it was so obvious that I orgasmed from being fucked, and I clearly enjoyed it, my wife saw no reason to unlock me. She grabs the key from her hiding spot, breaks the key inside the lock, and puts a dab of superglue over it for good measure. I am from that point on permanently locked and chastity, and if I wanted to orgasm, I would need to get my little hole fucked. Eventually I started taking Daddy’s cock up my ass. It hurt at first, and took some getting used to, but soon enough it was feeling so good, and I was enjoying the feeling of him fucking me. At one time while he was fucking me, my wife asked if I understood why she like fucking him so much, without realizing what I was saying and only thinking of the pleasure I was feeling I moaned ‘oh, fuck yes.’ I found myself having such intense orgasms by him, and not just one, but I would have multiple. Sometimes my cum was fed to me other times added as lube, either way it was getting back inside me. During the time I didn’t care, Daddy felt too good. Sometimes he would cum in my ass, sometimes he would finish in my mouth, sometimes he would push me to the side and fuck my wife. My wife commented how I can finally last more than 5 minutes. At the end of the interns time, Daddy stayed, and due to how well we did with the last project they created a position that is basically us sharing a position. As there weren't any complaints during us sharing an office, and productivity was at its best it was decided that we continue to share the office, which means I am still going to look like the diapered sissy I am at the office and at the home with no real break to ever be a man. By this point I have come to terms and gotten used to the situation. Daddy and my wife decided that they wanted to have some privacy, and thought I should have my own room. They turned the guest bedroom into a nursery with a crib for me to sleep in. They put in a baby monitor so I could still listen to them have sex and not get too lonely. Sometimes I crawl to them and ask Daddy to fuck my little hole so I can cum. He doesn’t always give in, sometimes he makes me ask my wife first, and she usually has me do something first before she would allow it. But when he does, I am always so grateful when Daddy fucks my hole, the feeling just turns me into a dumb horny little slut.
  3. This is my first story. I am not a writer, editor, English major, in fact did not go past high school. I passed English with a solid C-, and I am usually high and horny when I work on this lol so I apologize now for any grammatical errors, sentence structures, changing tenses, paragraph breaking, etc... Lazy Bum (Day 0&1) Day 0 “Give me your phone.” Kim stated holding out her hand. “What?” I said not understanding why she is asking for my phone right now. “Give me your phone.” She repeated more sternly. “Why?” again not sure why she is asking for my phone. “I am taking it from you. It seems to be a distraction for you in finding a job so I am going to take it from you.” “What, like you’re grounding me from my phone?” “If it helps you to think of it in childish terms, then sure, I’m grounding you from your phone.” She said rolling her eyes, “God you’re such a child.” “No way! That is ridiculous, I’m a grown man, there’s no way I’m being grounded!” She chuckled at me when I said ‘grown man’ “You were only supposed to be here for a short period of time, like maybe a month. It has been almost 5 now. And the only thing you seem to use your phone for anyway is to look at porn and jerk off.” I tried to interject but she continued over me, “I see the crusty tissues in the trash when I get home. Not just one either, but several. I’ve never gone through and counted, because… eww I’m not touching your disgusting mess. So maybe if you didn’t have porn as a distraction, you could find a job and get your own place. Then you can jerk off all over the place whenever you want.” She held out her hand again, looking straight at me with a stern look in her eyes and said “So, give me your phone.” “No,” I said. "This is ridiculous, I’m not giving you my phone just because you told me to.“ I could see her starting to fume, "I am going to make this very simple for you, give me your phone, or get your shit and get out.” “Fine,” I said. “I went to the back room I had been staying in, and packed up my stuff. I didn’t have much, when stuck having to couch surf best to have things that can fit in a couple bags. After ten minutes I had all my things and was heading out the door. She was waiting for me, held out her hand and just said "Key.” I reached in my pocket and handed her back her spare key, and walked out the door with not even a goodbye from either of us. I was still so pissed, and obviously by the look on her face she was too. I got an Oober, but didn’t know where I was going. This wasn’t a planned out thing, so I just went to a bar to have a drink and figure out my next move. I went through my phone to find a place to crash for the night. I sent out a mass text, to anyone on my phone that was in the area “Hey guys, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Thanks.” I had a drink as the responses began to come in, like “sorry man,” or “wish I had the room,” and that was from the ones that did respond. Desperate trying to figure out what to do, I sent a Fakebook post to reach anyone that I may know saying, “Hey, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Or if you know someone that has the room. Even a couch would be great. Thanks.” I had another drink and waited for someone to help me out. The responses I was getting back on Fakebook were the same as the texts. It was getting late and no one had come to help me out, so not sure what to do, I decided to find some cheap hotel in the area. I didn’t really have the money for it, but I can put it on my credit card. Besides it is just for one night, by the morning someone should come through for me. I settled in my room and as soon as I kicked off my shoes and laid on the bed, I went to a couple of my favorite porn sites, and went to my favorites on my accounts. I had so many things, usually along the lines of degrading things done to women. Things like bukkake, and pov blowjobs while the guy is verbal humiliating her, gangbangs, and things like that. I would watch bukkake porn and love seeing a woman there covered in cum, while guy after guy releases his load on her, the cum all over her face, on her lips, some seeping in her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her tits. Seeing a girl like that serving all these men, I would sometime imagine that the girl was Kim and I was the last guy that cums on her face. Or videos of guys dominating women while she services him, from his point of view so I can pretend it is me telling her to get on her knees and to crawl over to me, to undo my pants and start sucking my cock. Calling her a slut, a bitch, a cum hungry little whore. Grabbing her pigtails like handlebars and shoving my dick down her throat, while she gags and takes it. I’d love to do that to Kim, holding my cock down her throat as I cum into her stomach. The amount of times I have cum thinking of doing these things to her. A lot of those tissues she mentioned were from just that. I went through some of these videos on my phone jerking off until I came on my stomach, tired and not really caring I wiped my cum off on the bed sheet and went to sleep. Day 1 In the morning when I woke up I checked my phone and nothing new, just a couple more responses of “best of luck finding something.” Check out isn’t for another 3 hours, so I went back to my porn sites and jerked off to more of my favorite videos. Just like last night after I came and I wiped it off on the sheets. I tried to figure out what to do after check out, I figure I could walk around until something came up. Before check out I jerked off one more time and wiped it on the sheets again. I took my two bags and checked out. I walked around with my bags for a couple hours, I went to a fast food place to get a late lunch off the dollar menu, and had to decide what to do. I could get another hotel room, but I couldn’t really afford to keep getting a room. I didn’t even have the money for the one last night, but hopefully I’ll have the money by the time my credit card bill comes in. No one seems to be coming to my rescue. Maybe Kim has calmed down and will let me come back. Maybe she’s calm enough and will realize how ridiculous it is for her to try and ground me from my phone. But even if she still wants my phone, that’s a small price to pay for a roof over my head. I was humiliated knocking on her door, having to crawl back to her, so when I knocked it ended up being barely audible. I took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. After waiting for a minute she answered the door and said “What do you want?” “Hey Kim, I was wondering if…” I was trying to find the words. “If… use your big boy words, what are you wondering?” “Um… if… I mean… you know… with uh yester… I mean… umm…” The stern look on her face and her mocking tone threw me off and I could only seem to stammer. “You were wondering if you could come back and stay with me?” she said in an almost icy tone. Unable to look her in the eyes anymore, I looked down and said “Yes.” “Are you sorry with how you talked to me?” she asked in a condescending tone. Still looking down I said, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes, I am sorry for how I talked to you.” “Are you going to listen to my rules from now on?” “Yes.” “Yes what? Use your words.” I felt like a little child having to repeat back to her everything, “I am going to listen to your rules from now on.” “Good! Let’s start by you giving me your phone.” She stated in a more relaxed and friendly tone. Prepared for that I gave her my phone, and she opened the door more to let me in. As I passed by her she then exclaimed, “Jesus you smell. Where did you stay last night? Did you even shower? You smell like a cheap whore, sweat, and cum.” I turned slightly red at how she stated it. I didn’t even think of taking a shower at the hotel. In the evening I was so exhausted I just jerked off and went to bed, and in the morning I didn’t even think about it I just jerked off a couple times before checkout. Not caring for a response she said, “Why don’t you go take a shower now.” “Okay,” I said as I was continuing to take my things to the back room. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked going back to her stern voice. Not sure what I did wrong “I was just taking my things to the back room to get my things settled in.” “I told you 'now.’ I didn’t say after you settled in to shower, I said now, so now means exactly that. I don’t want you leaving that nasty stench all over the house. We haven’t really gone over the rules of the house, sense you were only supposed to be here a short time, I never thought I’d have to worry about making them. But for now you need to know the number 1 rule that applies no matter what. What I say goes. Which means you will listen to me and do what I say when I say. There are other rules, but for now this is the only one you should worry about. Is that understood?” I was so taken aback by all of this. I was not expecting her to be like this at all. I didn’t even know she could be so stern, I was a little intimidated, I nodded. “I thought you had learned to use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” “Then why are you still standing here? Set your things down and get your ass in that shower.” I set my things down and went to the bathroom. While I was undressing I saw the door handle jiggle, then Kim knocked on the door. Still in my boxers I said “Yes?” With a little anger in her voice, “Open this door.” I unlocked the door and opened it, standing there in only my boxers. “I don’t like the idea of you being on the other side of a locked door, so from this point on you are not allowed to lock any doors.” She pointed at my boxers and exclaimed, “What is that!?” Looking down I noticed she was point to the cum that had stained on my boxers from earlier. Embarrassed by her pointing this out, my face started feeling warm, I could tell I was turning red, I couldn’t think of how to answer this question. “Is that what I think it is?!” I could feel my face blushing, “You can’t even manage to control yourself enough not to soil your clothes.” I wanted to respond, to defend myself, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that will not make me sound like a pervert. Out of nowhere she asked, “Now, what are the rules so far?” Still trying to deal with her berating me about my cum stained boxers, “Um…” trying to switch gears in my head as quickly as she did to the rules, “they’re uhh…” finally recalling, “what you say goes, and um… I’m not allowed to lock doors.” “Very good! Next time without the stammering, you should know them by heart. And it’s only two right now. Anyway, your clothes are disgusting, put them in here,” as she held out an empty trash bag. Getting a little more used to this new side of her, I grabbed my clothes off the floor and put them in the trash bag. She looked unsatisfied and then looked at my cum stained boxers. Realizing what she was asking, I said “I will leave them on outside the door when I get in the shower.” With a heavy sigh she asked, “Are we already going to have start with the consequences of you breaking rules? I was hoping you could go at least what not even 10 minutes before having to start talking about punishments. I am not going to touch those disgusting things, and I certainly don’t want them touching any part of my home. So off.” Not even a clue as to what she had in mind with 'consequences’ and 'punishments’. Timidly I took off my boxers and as I stood up revealing my cock, she let out an involuntary chuckle. I quickly covered up, blushing even more. "I’m a grower not a shower,” I stated without much conviction. Laughing she says, “I hope so for any of the girls you have been with. Put those things in here,” she said holding out the trash bag. Covering myself with one hand I put my boxers in the trash. “Oh, no need for modesty. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. That wasn’t nice of me. It’s not your fault you have a tiny little thing.” This humiliation was getting to much, first my cum stained boxers, now the size of my cock, all within a minute of each other, I didn’t know what to do. Her being fully clothed and me covering my dignity with my hands, “I’m sure you are the grower,” chuckling again “now don’t cover up.” I slowly moved my hands away standing completely naked in front of her, she looked down again, “that little thing can’t be what an inch, inch and half at most. You’d have to be quite the grower for any woman to look at you seriously. Anyway, I’m going out for a little bit, shouldn’t be more than two hours. After you’re finished with your shower you can watch tv while you wait for me to get back. Now get cleaned up and really scrub that disgusting stench off of you.“ She closed the door and I proceeded to shower. I reflected on everything that just happened in the last 10 minutes. I was expecting her to be a little mad, but I figure it would just be her taking my phone and that would be it. I wasn’t expecting this. I looked down at my cock, thinking, it’s not that small. I mean it is compared to the guys I see in porn, but they are meant to have massive cocks. I’m sure it’s normal size. I saw that she had already tossed my soaps and shampoos. I used her body wash and shampoo, both of which had a feminine scent. I finished my shower dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to get some clean clothes. I went to the front room and didn’t see my bags there, so I went to the back room where I stay and didn’t see them there either. I looked around the house trying to find where she left my clothes, checked the wash as to maybe she washed them all. I was going to text her, but remembered she has my phone. So in just a towel I sat on the couch and watched tv. I was bored and wanted to jerk off. I wish I had my phone. There was a Victoria Secret commercial that played and I opened my towel and started stroking my cock. The commercial ended, so I closed my eyes using the memory of my porn. I was getting lost on thinking of the things I’d love to do to Kim, how she would be on her knees while I throat fucked her, her turning around and to stick my dick in her ass as she rides on it. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, when I heard the door being unlocked. In a panic I took my hands off of my throbbing member and covered myself up with a towel hoping my load won’t leak out. Kim walked in with grocery bags and shopping bags in hand. "Don’t get up.” she said. “I’m just going to put these things away.” She walked out of the room, as I was going to ask her where my clothes were, but she just walked out not even seeming to notice that I was talking to her. This at least gave my erection a little time to calm down, hopefully she won’t notice it. Not long after she came back with one bag in her hand, she had a very serious look on her face, I was too intimidated to even speak. She walked over to the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned off the tv. She was standing over me, looking down at me, as I was sitting on the couch in only a towel. My erection was quickly going down as she looked so intimidating. I began to stammer out some words to ask about my clothes. But she interrupted me before I could get an intelligible word out. “I’m going to need you to just sit there and listen. I don’t want any interruptions from you. Actually why don’t you just put your thumb in your mouth. As long as your thumb is in your mouth it will remind you to keep quiet. Because you are going to want to interrupt but I don’t want you to until I am done. After I tell you to take your thumb out of your mouth you will then have a chance to speak. If you understand, put your thumb into your mouth.” Perplexed by all of this, but I dare not argue with her I put my thumb in my mouth. “Good!” she exclaimed as if talking to a child, instead of a man… with his thumb in his mouth. “Now that thumb better stay in your mouth and you better not interrupt me. And I know you will want to interrupt me, but be good and don’t make me punish you.” With a pause she continued, “I’m sure you are wondering where your clothes are. They are not here, you can look all around but you will not find them. They are in my storage unit, you can have them back when you move out of here, but until you are ready to do that, they will stay there so don’t even bother asking for them. And no, you will not be walking around here naked. I don’t want to see that tiny thing between your legs. You will wear what I tell you to wear from now on, and that attire is not going to include jeans and t shirt, which seems to be the majority of your clothes.” Listening to this with my thumb in mouth, hearing that she is going to dress me now. I probably seemed like a child for anyone that would be looking in from the outside. “So…” she said reaching into the bag and pulling out a rectangle pink package, actually the package was clear, what was inside was pink, I couldn’t make out what it was, she opened the package pulled out a fluffy, pink, crinkling object that had some childish design like unicorns and princesses, and slowly I started realizing that this was a diaper. But not a baby diaper, and not one they sell at the grocery store for old people. But it was a baby diaper made to fit an adult. I let out an involuntary gasp with a tiny squeal, like a startled little girl. “That’s right, you will be wearing diapers. And before you think of interrupting remember your thumb is in your mouth, and I will not tolerate interruptions. You were the one that actually gave me this idea…” She paused waiting for me to recall giving her this idea. I thought back on what I would have said or done to give her an idea like this. I don’t recall once in the time I have known her even using the word diaper or mentioned babies, when she realized I wasn’t recalling she continued, “when you said that me taking your phone was like me grounding you, it made me think of how childish you have been acting. After that I realized you really are nothing more than an overgrown little child that can’t even keep his boxers dry. So I thought you should dress like a child. After I saw your Fakebook post and the responses people left, I had a feeling you would be crawling back here. I knew you wouldn’t come back to me unless you had no other options. So last night I looked online for some a place that sold just plain white diapers for you instead of just adult pullups, when I came across all these adult diapers with baby style print. I then found that there was a store hidden away in the next town over that sold them. Apparently there are a lot of perverts out there that get off on this kind of thing. I couldn’t believe it, there are so many of these people that are into this stuff that there’s a whole industry that specializes in it. But I guess whatever gets them off. Originally you were just going to be in diapers and maybe a t shirt, but thanks to those perverts there are plenty of clothes for you. It isn’t the largest store but it had so many things. There were so many sections of so many different diapers, clothing, toys, and other paraphernalia. They had this large crib, a changing table, a high chair, even a rocking horse. Apparently you can have it specially delivered to your home. I couldn’t believe that there was enough people into this stuff to create a market for this. The lady that runs the store, Beth, was so helpful too. I told her I was looking to replace all your boxers and clothes with diapers and baby clothes, and she was ecstatic. She thought this was some kind of kinky perverted role play sex thing,” she chuckled at the idea, “as if I would ever let you fuck me with that little thing.” I couldn’t believe she laughed at the idea of us fucking. This was such a blow to my fantasies of her on her knees covered in cum while she begs for me to cum in her mouth. Now it’s being replaced by her laughing at me. I listened to this confused and a little scared, trying to follow along, at some point in all of this I actually started to suck my thumb I was getting so nervous. Diapers, cribs, what is going on here? People into this stuff? I wanted to stop her talking and leave, but I did that yesterday and look at where I am now. But she continued on, “I showed her some of your clothes so she could figure out what size you were, she couldn’t believe how bad they smelt, I was so embarrassed I had to apologize for you. She told me not to worry, and said ‘if a little boy can’t take care of his grown up clothes then he shouldn’t have them.’ Which I couldn’t have said better myself. When she saw the cum stains on your boxers, the diapers made perfect sense to her. Because of how small you are they didn’t have boy style clothes that would fit you. So unfortunately the only clothes that would fit you were in the girls section.” She then pulled out from the shopping bag a white shirt that had a pink pleated skirt attached to it. The shirt had in big pink letters 'LITTLE PRINCESS’. “So here is an adorable little onesie,” she flipped the skirt up showing the snaps at the bottom. “I think it is just precious with the little pink skirt that’s attached to it, and it saying 'Little Princess’ in pink is just darling. I wasn’t originally intending on buying you girl clothes, but now I’m a little happy about it. They did have diapers for boys that fit you, but sense you were going to be a princess Beth thought it would be ideal that your diapers should reflect that, and I couldn’t agree more. I do have more clothes, but don’t worry you’ll see them soon enough. As for now you will be in a diaper and this onesie. So if you are going to stay here you will be wearing this. Your bathroom privileges will be revoked as well, I’ve gone ahead and locked the bathroom doors, so this diaper will be your potty. Though I have no intention of cleaning up any of your shit. Once a day, during a diaper change I wi allow you to sit on the big guirl potty ans shit before I put a new diaper on. There will be no discussions on this, there will be no leeway, don’t even ask if something can be changed, the answer is 'NO’, I’m not budging on any of these things. You do have the option to leave at any time. You will be in your diaper and dressed in whatever attire I choose. It will take me about an hour to get your clothes from storage, and once you leave you are never to return. So make sure you are certain that you want to leave, once I get back and you take your things you are officially banned from here. I don’t care how much you beg and plead, I don’t care if you are living on the streets cold and hungry. So be sure your living situation figured out. I’m sure there are going to be times that you will have an outburst and you will insist that you want your old clothes back. But with the two hour round trip it will give you a chance to calm down and decide if you are really ready to leave. If I get back and you change your mind, I will take the clothes back, but you will be punished for wasting two hours of my day. I’m hoping with you not having your phone and having to be dressed in such a childish way and using diapers it will motivate you to find a job so you can move out of here as quickly as possible. Believe it or not this is for your own good, and I am trying to help you, but I also think this is an appropriate punishment for how you have been acting these past several months. So I will let you take your thumb out of your mouth, and you can ask whatever questions you have. So go ahead take your thumb out,” she said coaxing me to do so. I couldn’t believe everything that she just stated. That was a lot of information to take in. A lot of odd information. But I figured the main points, either wear this ridiculous outfit of a pink diaper and onesies skirt or I’m homeless. Not much of a decision, I’m going to have to do this until I figure out my next move. I removed my thumb and asked, "Will have to wear diapers all the time?” “That’s right, the only time your diaper comes off is for bathes and diaper changes.” “Will I ever be allowed to… um… earn bathroom privileges?” “You mean like potty training?” Her voice perked up at this, and my face turned red, I was going to correct her and say not training, just to use, “I wouldn’t expect something like that in the foreseeable future. But I’m hoping if you’re dressed like this it will encourage you to find a job. But I guess if you end up here for that long and you are a good little girl… then maybe.” “Girl?” I blurted out before realizing. “Well of course, I mean these clothes are from the girl’s section so obviously they are for a girl. So you will be my little girl.” 'Fine, whatever’ I thought to myself, normal had already gone out the window. “What if I get a job interview? I can’t go dressed like a little girl in diapers.” “That’s the way you should be thinking!” She exclaimed with some pride in her voice. “If you get an interview then obviously you couldn’t go dressed like that and expect to get a job. So if that happens you can go dressed appropriate for the job, which also means no diaper. So your reward for having an interview is you can be without diapers for that time,” she finished as if talking to a child. That was a relief, at least she hasn’t gone all the way out of reality and expect me to leave here. I couldn’t think of any more questions, except for a lot of what’s and why’s. After a couple seconds of silence she said, “Well sense you have no more questions, put your thumb back in your mouth, lay down there and let’s get this diaper on you.” She pushed my shoulder down on the couch with one hand and holding the diaper in the other, I didn’t realize it at first I was still shocked with the fact that I’m going to be in a diaper soon. I stayed, still in shock allowing her to move my body. My thumb went back in my mouth, she undid my towel and laughed again, “Hasn’t grown yet I see,” I had no response except to look away. “Aww..” she chuckled, “don’t be bashful.” She raised my legs and I heard the diaper crinkle as she slid it underneath my ass. She pulled out some baby powder from the shopping bag, and sprinkled it all over me. Looking at my pubic hair she said, “Well this is going to have to go away. A baby girl should not have hair there. We’ll take care of it later though.” She began rubbing the powder on me and rubbing my cock. This was not how I ever imagined her touching my cock, I have wanted her to touch my cock for so long, the things I have thought of doing to her. Her on her knees worshiping my cock while I tell her what a little slut she is. Not with me under her control with a soft diaper under my butt and her rubbing powder on it. But even still I was getting excited, I could feel my cock grow. “Someone liking their diaper change she taunted.” It was already fully hard, if she would give me a handjob then maybe it won’t be the worst. I was so close to cumming before she got home. She laughed at my cock again, “Oh honey, you said you were a grower, and you did grow some, but that’s not enough for a woman. Oh my, have you ever measured it? Maybe I should measure it for you so you know.” I didn’t know how much more I could take of her taunting my cock. I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, “Oh poor baby, don’t cry, its okay. I won’t measure it, I’ll just tape it up in your diaper. And you can go on believing you’re a big man,” she giggled. This was getting to be too much. She lifted my legs again and rubbed the powder on my butt, then she lowered my butt back down and taped up the diaper. “How cute! You look so precious in this!” She rubbed her hand across the front of the diaper, with the diaper crinkling at her hand’s every movement. She squeezed the crotch of it, chuckling as she felt my hard on. She grabbed the onesie and raised my torso up so I was sitting up on the couch, “hands up” she said and I complied. She pulled the onesie over me and after my arms and head were through it she said “thumb back in your mouth sweetie.” I did as she said. She lifted my butt up and pulled the back of the onesie to the bottom of my diaper and snapped it. “Now stand up.” The skirt hit my bare legs as I stood up and I felt the bulky diaper between my legs. I couldn’t imagine how I looked, wearing a white onesie saying “Little Princess” with a pink pleated skirt which I doubt covered the bulk of the diaper. Pink diapers with little princesses and unicorns on them. And with my thumb in my mouth like a little baby girl. I have never felt so humiliated in my life, a part of me felt like crying. “Well how does it feel? Go ahead and take your thumb out and tell me.” I took out my thumb and I said the only thing I could really think of almost coming to tears, “I feel like a sissy.” She burst out laughing, “You certainly look like one.” She continued laughing. I think that’s even better than you being a baby girl. You are more of a baby sissy. So while you are under my roof you will be my little sissy baby!“ she stated with glee. I just kept quiet. Well why don’t you go sit over there on the floor, I wouldn’t want a sissy baby to fall off the couch and hurt herself.” I sat on the floor as instructed, hearing this new crinkle sound as my butt reached the floor, trying to find some way to sit that didn’t expose my diaper until I realized that the skirt was too small for that. "So let’s go over some new rules. Pay attention" She sat down on a chair looking down at me. “Rule number 3 is diapers are to be worn at all times and you are not allowed to take off your diaper in anyway, and as stated those diapers will be used as their intended purpose. Rule number 4 is you will wear what I tell you to wear, you will not be allowed to change your own clothes or pick out your clothes. Rule 5 you are to address me as Mommy. Rule number 6 you will only be allowed to talk when given permission. Your thumb in your mouth is only to serve as a reminder. And you look more pathetic with it in your mouth. That is it for the new rules. Now thumb out sissy and tell me all the rules so far.” I took my thumb out, “Whatever you says goes, I can’t have doors locked, diapers are to be worn at all times, I will wear what you tell me to wear, I will address you as Mommy, and I will only talk when given permission.” “Good Sissy! Thumb back in.” I did as she said, “Right now I don’t want you walking or standing unless need be, at least for the rest of the day. And no climbing on the furniture right now unless I give you permission, don’t want you falling off and banging that pretty little head of yours.” She reached in the shopping bag again and pulled out a pink binkie with the word princess on it. The binkie was connected to a pink ribbon with a clip on the end. “You can keep this in your mouth so you don’t have to worry about trying to suck your thumb while you are crawling around. Now come with me.” She stuck it in my mouth, and attached the clip to my onesie. She walked and I crawled behind her staring at her ass as she moved, feeling my cock grow in the diaper. She walked to her little home office area, which had a pc. “When I am at work you are permitted to use the computer to work on your resume and find a job sense you won’t have your phone. You can use the phone on the internet to make and receive calls, but you will have to be at the computer for them. There isn’t a voicemail, so it would be in your best interest to stay in here during the workday in case an employer calls.” She moved the mouse to unlock it from sleep mode, and she pulled up the user Baby, “So, you have your own profile on my computer labeled 'Baby’, which due to your suggestion I will change it to 'Sissy’ so there will be no confusion. There is no password, because I can’t trust a sissy baby to remember even the simplest of passwords. But I have set it up so all that you can do is use the phone on it, use Office, and search for a job. I have the parental locks on, so don’t even embarrass yourself by trying to look up porn. You are only allowed in here when I am at work. But we’ll discuss that more tomorrow on Sunday. I just wanted to show it to you now so you can see what you will use sense you will not have your phone until you decide to leave, it is in storage with your clothes. Now come along Sissy, let’s go to the kitchen and get you some food.” Though I wasn’t hungry, I could tell from her level of crazy that saying anything would only bring me pain. I crawled behind her to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen tile. On the kitchen table there were some more shopping bags, no doubt from the same place she got these diapers. I didn’t want to know what was in them, but I knew I was going to find out soon enough. She was rifling through the bags until she found what she was looking for and pulled out a large baby bottle with a pink princess on it and she filled it with water. She handed me the bottle and took my pacifier out, and it dropped hanging by the clip. I took it and stuck the nipple in my mouth. I was relieved to have some water, wasn’t wanting to sucking through a nipple, but I can’t say I am surprised. Somehow in half an hour I went from not even knowing that these things existed to no longer being surprised by what she does next. As soon as the rubber nipple was in my mouth I felt her squeeze my diapered crotch, I jumped a little in surprise. “Relax sissy, I’m just checking your diaper. I know I just put you in this diaper, but I don’t know when you went potty last,” she then squeezed the seat of my diaper, stuck her fingers in my diaper at the crotch feeling around, my cock twitched a little, I don’t think she felt it sense her finger was below it and she didn’t even touch it, “with all of these new and scary things, I want to make sure you just didn’t go.” She squeezed one last time at my crotch and my cock twitched more, and this time I know she felt as she let out a little involuntary giggle. “Now sissy, you know you are supposed to use your diapers for their purposes. I don’t care how long you want to hold it, but you will not be using the potty. But if you need a diaper change, you can get one in one of two ways. The first is you wait for my diaper checks like this just now, which I will give you, some times more frequent than others. But if it gets too uncomfortable, you can always cry for a diaper change. And I mean I want you to cry, not some little whimper, I want a 'wah-wah’ baby cry. You don’t have to have tears, but you better ham it up. ” I continued sucking on my bottle as she went to the fridge and pulled out a couple little jars of baby food. She set them on the table and again went through the bags until she came across a packet of baby utensils. These were the size for a baby, this was not made for an adult that likes baby things, but for babies. She opened it up and washed one of the spoons. “Okay, time to eat, so let’s see what we have here: chicken itty-bitty noodle diner, apple strawberry banana, and pea carrot spinach. Now come over here and sit on this chair.” I crawled over to the kitchen chair and sat down while she went through the bags and produced a large white bib covered in pink hearts. She fastened the bib around my neck and said “perfect.” She took the bottle from my hand, and opened the chicken itty-bitty noodle diner. “Here comes the airplane,” she taunted as she flew the ‘plane around’. “Open the hanger.” I opened my mouth as she fed the spoon in. This was so humiliating, her constantly speaking to me in that baby tone, now feeding me this baby food, which tastes like what it says, but a little off. It wasn’t bad, just a little off. Occasionally she would miss my mouth hitting my nose, cheek, or chin on purpose saying “Opsies!” and giggled while she fed me. Some of the food would drip from my face to my bib and she’d say “What a messy eater, good thing for this bib.” She seemed to be enjoying my humiliation too much. Next came the apple strawberry banana, it sounds like it should taste good, but those three flavors just don’t mix that great. It was tolerable, she is still keeping on with the airplane thing. Why can’t she just feed it to me normally, and why can’t this be over with by now? Even better would be for her to knock this shit off and treat me like an adult, but I dare not do anything even slightly wrong. She may seem ok now, but I can tell she is ready to turn into a total bitch at a moment’s notice. Finally came the pea carrot spinach. She flew the airplane I opened my mouth and as soon as it hit my tongue I cringed in disgust and as I did so the spoon ended up scraping along my cheek. This time it was my fault, “My we have a messy baby,” she laughed. She finished feeding me that disgusting food, I don’t know how I managed to get through it. “All done!” ‘Thank God’ I thought. She set it down to the side, took the bib and wiped my face, scrubbing a little. She put my pacifier back in my mouth, “That should hold you over until din-din. I know a grown person cannot survive on baby food like this. When I eat my food you will have a portion too. Depending on what it is I will be either feeding it to you after I eat, or it’ll be cut up so you can eat it with your hands. But this,” holding up a jar of baby food, “will be your lunch on the weekends. When I’m at work I will leave you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with the crust cut off.” Kim led me back to the living room, I slowly crawled behind her. She had me lay on the floor as she turned on the tv. She went to Netflicks Kids and put on some cartoon that was rated TV-Y, “stay here and watch cartoons while I clean up and put things away.fa” I stared at the tv while she cleaned up in the kitchen. After a couple minutes she came back with my bottle now filled with juice. She set it next to me on the floor and disappeared into the other rooms. At first I let the bottle lay there, but as I was watching this mindless show I would take the bottle and start sucking on it almost absentmindedly. It was either the bottle or a binkie in my mouth. First wetting After going through several episodes of this cartoon, laying on the floor I started feeling all that juice I drank starting to work it’s way in my bladder. I ignored it at first, and continued watching this cartoon, but the pressure was getting to be too much. Even though I knew the bathroom was off limits, I really didn’t want to use the diaper. Another half-hour later she comes into the living room, turns off the tv and says, “Time for dinner sissy. Come to the table.” I moved to my hands and knees, and I winced a little in pain from bladder. She noticed this and asked, “What’s wrong, did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head no and crawled towards the table, she saw how slow I was moving as I was desperately trying to hold my bladder, “Hurry up sissy, you don’t want your dinner to get cold do you?” As I sped up I couldn’t hold it anymore and my bladder released. I froze suddenly shocked and in horror by this. “What’s wrong?” She asked looking at the horror in my face, embarrassed I dropped my head down staring at the floor trying to hide myself in anyway. “Are you wetting your diaper?” She asked with glee in her voice. I could feel tears build in my eyes. I couldn’t even help it, I tried to stifle them back, but I have never experienced anything close to as humiliating as this. She came over to me and put her hand on my diapered crotch and felt the diaper as it expanded and heated up with my piss. Still frozen on my hands and knees with her hand on my crotch as the diaper is filling she says, “That’s it baby, fill your diaper like a good little sissy baby.” Her saying that was the final thing until I broke and tears started falling down my face. I finally finished pissing in the diaper, and I could feel the warm liquid squishing around inside, the diaper felt heavy as it hung between my legs. My inner thighs were warm from the diaper. With tears streaming down my face, she asked “What’s wrong? Is your wet diaper uncomfortable.” I right now could care less about how the diaper feels, I can’t believe I have been reduced to even wearing a diaper, but to actually use it, and having her witness it and mock me made everything so much worse. The binkie fell out of my mouth as I was crying. “Well sissy, remember what you have to do for a diaper change.” I couldn’t even think of what she was talking about with everything else. If you want a diaper change I want you to cry like a baby for it.” I don’t know what she’s talking about. I’m already crying, what else could she want. “Right now baby, you’re trying to keep yourself from crying because you think that you are a man, despite all the evidence to the contrary. What man wears a diaper when he doesn’t have to, what man wears girls clothes, and what man uses their diaper.” Crying more, but still trying to fight them back, I wanted to say something and argue, but she seemed to know what they were already. “Right now you’re probably thinking that you didn’t have a choice that I made you. You did have a choice, it was either that or the streets. You might think that is a valid enough excuse to keep your ‘man card’, but what man would have allowed himself to even be put in this situation? A lot of people fall on hard times, but instead of getting off your ass and doing something about it, you’ve just hopped couches until you were left with nowhere else to go. A real man wouldn’t have let things get to that. Make that a real adult would not have, but that’s why you’re in diapers. Now baby if you want a change, I want to hear you cry like a baby, I want to hear your ‘wah’s’. With all of this, that was not hard to do, and it was exhausting trying to hold back these tears. With tears starting to stream down my face faster I slowly built a wailing “waaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!” And I bawled my eyes out as I was screaming. How could I have let things get to this? “That’s it,” she said and I cried more with embarrassment. She had me lay on my back and grabbed a fresh diaper, some wipes, and powder. “Let’s get you out of this diaper now.” She said as she unsnapped the onesie and lifted it up so that none of the pee from the diaper will get on it. I am on my back crying as she untapes the diaper and pulls it down exposing my dick, I can feel the cool air hit my wet diapered area. I am hiding my face under behind my hands. She lifted my legs up and took the wet diaper and rolled it up. She took out some wipes, and cleaned the entire area. My cock didn’t even care that it was getting attention this was so humiliating. She lifted my legs again and slid a fresh diaper underneath, powdered me and taped the diaper on. She pulled the onesie down and snapped it back. “Ok, let’s feed you dinner.” I rolled over onto my hands and knees, tears still streaming down my face. I crawled my way to the kitchen and sat on the chair as I had earlier today. Kim placed the bib on me, with some of the remnants of my lunch still on there. She grabbed a plate of chicken and broccoli all cut up into small pieces. She proceeded to feed me as she did in the afternoon, fortunately it was messy like the baby food, and she was able to get every bite in my mouth. As humiliating as it was, I was happy to be eating real food, even if it is her feeding it to me. After which she cleaned off my face even though it wasn’t dirty. She put the binkie back in my mouth and told me to go back to the living room. I crawled to the living room, listening to the crinkling of the diaper with every movement. I sat on the floor criss-crossed with my thick puffy diaper between my legs. She walked in the living room carrying a small variety of baby toys. She placed them on the floor in front of me, “play with these for now.” She sat on the couch and picked up a book and started reading. She was reading something off the bestsellers list, it didn’t look that interesting to me. I didn’t know what to do with the toys in front of me. I was sitting on the floor “playing” with the toys. Really I was just moving them around, I didn’t know what she was wanting. “Time for bed sweetie.” I looked at the clock and it was only 8 o’clock. Seriously? Who goes to bed at 8? Not like any it matters anymore. Wasn’t like I was actually doing anything entertaining. She walked down the hall to the back where my room was. I followed behind crawling. When I got in the room, it looked the same as it did yesterday, before all of this, except for the couple bags from that weird store that has all of this adult baby stuff. She pulled the futon down to a bed. “You’re still going to be sleeping in here, and still on the futon. Do you need a change?” She asked as she squeezed the back of my diaper and stuck two of her fingers in, feeling for her answer. “Still dry. So we don’t need to worry about changing you before bed. But we do need to put you in your bedtime clothes.” She went through one of the bags and pulled out this little pink babydoll dress. “You are going to look so cute in this.” She said with a little bit of sincerity mixed in with the mocking tone of her voice. She unbuttoned the crotch of the onesie and began to lift it up. “Arms up,” she said and I did as such, as she removed the skirt onesie from me. Leaving my arms up she slid the babydoll dress over me. I felt the dress flow down, and even sitting on the floor the dress barely reached the floor. “Stand up sissy,” I did as she asked, and she adjusted a couple things and took a step back to see how I looked. The dress was so short, it came down about half to my diaper, so that most of it was in perfect view. “You look so precious,” she said in admiration, “this outfit really does look…” She paused trying to find the word that would sum up how she saw me. “Appropriate.” She laughed, “this outfit really does look appropriate for you.” I don’t know why she feels the need to embarrass me more than I already am. Isn’t it enough that I’m wearing diapers, crawling around like a baby, sucking on a binkie, and wearing girly clothes? Does she really need to make it worse with this mockery and how I look appropriate like this. Like this is how I always should have been dressed. Already defeated for the day, I was just going to take it and hope that she cannot tell how much this is bothering me. “Now crawl into bed.” As I did she gave my butt a quick slap. Not a spanking, but how a guy would slap a girls ass. “Just couldn’t resist with that fluffy little butt there.” I shook my head and laid down. She pulled from the bag a stuffed pink giraffe, and handed it to me. Knowing what she wanted I grabbed it and held it in my arms. She pulled out a night light, plugged it in, and turned out the lights. The night light projected stars onto the ceiling and they slowly moved around. She grabbed a blanket out of the bag as well and came and tucked me in. She set my bottle full of water in the bed next to me. “Now baby, you are going to stay in this bed until I come back in the morning. If you’re thirsty I brought you your baba, and if you need to go potty, well you should know the answer to that. I know it seems early, but this is the normal bedtime for a baby, besides you didn’t get a nap in, and it was quite a lot for you today. Tomorrow though, we will decorate this room a little bit. Nothing crazy, with all of this you should be out of here in month, but some posters and things like that. Something to remind you why you need to find a new place. Now sleep tight. No leaving the bed for any reason, or there will be hell to pay. There are no bars on here like a crib, so I will have to trust you a little, don’t make me regret it. Sleep well.” She got up and as she was closing the door she said “Night sissy.” I heard the click, and it was just me in the room, wearing a diaper, a dress, holding a stuffed giraffe, and sucking on a binkie. I’m sure she is finding all of this amusing. I could hear the tv on in the other room faintly. I couldn’t make out anything, except it was a comedy from the laugh track. I stared up at the stars as they moved around the ceiling almost hypnotically. My brain was trying to process the last 8 hours, and it wasn’t making sense. My eyes were falling heavy, I was so exhausted from it all, that drifting into sleep seemed to be no problem. I awoke sometime later needing to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was, there wasn’t a clock in the room. When I awoke I had completely forgotten the events of earlier. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, when I heard the crinkle and I felt the bulk in between my legs. Immediately my brain snapped awake and the memories of earlier flooded back in. I was standing up in a diaper and pink dress close to the door. Remembering the last thing I was told before going to sleep, I quickly got back in bed and under the covers. The tv was off so she should be in bed, and didn’t hear me moving around. I laid in bed trying to get back to sleep, but my bladder was not allowing it. I knew I was going to have to use my diaper, but I didn’t want to have to wait in a wet diaper until she woke up. I laid in bed trying to keep my mind off of it, but the pressure was already pretty high when I woke up. I was able to hold it for awhile to, I was trying to take my mind off of it, but it was almost impossible to think of anything else. I’m not sure how much time past, eventually the pain was too much and I decided to just give in and wet myself. I was laying on my back and tried to relax and pee, but the odd thing is, nothing came out. The pressure was still painful, but for some reason I couldn’t get myself to pee. I rolled onto my stomach and tried to let go there, and still couldn’t. I don’t know why, so like before I found myself on my hands and knees and I was able to release. I could hear the stream, if anyone was in the room they’d be able to hear it. It felt so good having that pressure finally be released, I could feel tingling from it. I finally finished and the diaper was soaked. I could feel how much heavier the diaper was as it hung down much lower. At least this time I had some privacy and no one’s hand on the diaper as I was filling it up. I stayed on my hands and knees not sure what to do. I’m sure if Kim were to walk in she would be delighted at what she would see. Me on my hands and knees in little pink babydoll dress, wearing a pink diaper that is obviously soaked. I wasn’t sure what to do, except wait. Hopefully Kim will be up in an hour or two, and I can get out of this soaked diaper.
  4. The Beginning. Mike was short, cute, and secure of himself. At least that was what Rose told everyone when they asked her what had she seen on him. After all, Rose was 6,0’’, curvy, and was on her way to becoming a police officer when they met. On the other hand, Mike was on his way to be a nobody, at least he cooked and cleaned the house. Chapter I “Is everything ready?” asked Rose, she was wearing an elegant black dress that contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. “All packed and ready,” said Mike. It was the night of Rose’s promotion. She was finally becoming a captain, and her loyal husband was proud of her. In honor of the day, he had planned a small trip up north to Rose’s family cabin near a lake. They were ready, but before leaving, Rose told Mike one thing. “No drinks. Okay? I don’t want another incident” “IT was just one time” “Four, actually. So no more drinks. It’s my night. Please” she said. Mike felt ashamed, it had only been one time. The others were justified accidents. IT was not his fault that every time he drank he had to go to the toilet every twenty minutes or he would burst. It had happened during their second date, it happened again the day they married, and had happened twice in front of Rose’s friends. “I promise,” he said resentfully. They finally arrived at the hotel where the ceremony was taking place. Rose disappeared between the crowd and was having a lot of fun with her colleagues. Mike, on the other hand, was bored. Everyone was drinking, men, women, high ranks of the police department, and even the guards were allowed one drink that night. It did not help when Antonio, Rose’s academy friend began getting closer to her. Mike didn’t like him, he was tall, tanned, a good dancer, and fit. All he was not and Rose seemed to be happy with his presence. “Hey little buddy,” said Antonio. “Hello,” said Mike. “I must say so, you are one hella lucky boy,” said Antonio and turned to Rose “She is gorgeous” “Oh Antonio. You are making me blush” said Rose. “Thanks,” said Mike, doing his best not to throw a fit at that moment. The night kept going and the moment of the promotion was about to arrive. Antonio, Rose, and Rose’s rival, Becca were preparing to give their acceptance speech. Mike, still bored, was sitting at the front table. Rose’s champagne was there, and with the speeches coming up. He knew he would not make it without a drink. Just one, he thought, and that’s it. Just one to put me in party mode. He took the glass and drank. The night kept going, and Mike did not stop with one. He kept drinking, and by the time Rose’s speech was up he was having a hard time focusing. Then, a familiar pressure on his bladder told him that he had to run to the nearest bathroom. Mike stood up and left in the middle of her wife’s acceptance speech. Rose noticed but kept going as if nothing had happened. Mika ran but once he got in the bathroom he saw something he shouldn’t have. Antonio and Becca, who had received their promotions before Rose, were in the men’s bathroom making out and about to do what most men would think to do when they saw Becca. “Stop, stop,” said Becca “There’s someone here” Mike’s bladder was about to burst. “I-I’m sorry,” said Mike when they turned to see the smaller man “I didn’t mean to” Becca took her things and left without saying a word. “Good one there, little boy. Way to cock block a mate” said Antonio. “It wasn’t my…” And he felt it. The familiar feeling of warm liquid pouring through his underwear and into the floor. Then, the overwhelming sensation of fear, and finally, the one thing that had to happen every time he had lost control. He began crying in front of the toering and sexy man. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi guys! The first 5 to join my patreon will have a story created just for them. https://www.patreon.com/esmeeABDL This story's second chapter is already on my patreon,, and stay tuned in here for more of Jenna's regression enxt week.
  5. This story is created for Kasarberang contest if you wish to join just click the link! this is only the start and have a bunch of chapters to come i just hope one person out there enjoys it! Word cound if curious 29,795 Story is 100% complete Chapter 1 A Young girl about 27 years old named ivy stretches after getting dressed, her hair a mess after just getting out of the shower. she grabs a brush and begins to brush her hair walking to her room. Her house was pretty big, she even had her own science lab where she could get into any kinda trouble she wanted. She lived alone and let's just say she's not perfectly sane but she balmes that on high school. Being a so called 'nerd' she was picked on a lot especially by a bully by the name of ash. He was the worst bully at the school. lucky she hasn't seen him since school, who knows she probably wouldn't even recognize him. It sends a shiver down her spine remembering what he made her do. As she thought her grip tightened on her brush before she chucked it at a wall making it smash through the wall and getting stuck half way through. She quickly jumps up and covers her mouth. "oopsie…" She sighs. "come on vy let it go it's been over 10 years learn to let things go…i was the one who lived though it not you." She scoffs at herself. "let it go? like hell! he hurt you I! He made you feel like shit he's the reason we can't sleep at night!" She nods to herself. "I know vy… Sorry didn't mean to make you more angry." She rolls her eyes. "you're like a little sister to me I. Even if we are the same person, I feel like I'm the one who's got to take care of us. And I promise if I ever see this man again, that ass by the name of ash. I'll get your revenge." She giggles. "ass… Ash" She smiles. "you like that one huh?" She nodded “Ya it was cute” She blushed and cleared her throat. "Anyways we need to get to bed, maybe we can get a normal day's worth of sleep." Ivy lays down throwing the cover over herself. "maybe we shouldn't have wasted all our chloroform… We could have used that to get to sleep again." She shivers. "like hell… that reminds me we need to buy more supplies at the store tomorrow." She nods to herself halfway asleep. "damn it I… Stop falling asleep so fast I'm trying to… Thin-" Suddenly ivy falls asleep, Her and her other side. If you didn't know any better they almost seem like two different people in the same body. She has been like this since her accident at school with the bully. Suddenly ivy begins to rock back and forth in her sleep as the nightmares begin. Ivy is being shook awake by her mom. "come on ivy its time school" A 17 year old ivy sits up yawning very cutely in an over sized lab coat she loves to sleep in. Her hair was a mess but she didn't seem to care. She wasn't the best at taking care of herself. "alright mom… any news on if ash got suspended after yesterday?" Her mom sighs and shakes her head. "unfortunately, I don't think so…" Her eyes get big. "what?! But why?! He exploded the toilet with a cherry bomb! How can he not?! I saw him do it and told on him." Her mom frowns. "I know… I don't know how he did it, just ignore him for now. school's almost over and remember if you keep them straight A's me and your dad will help you get that place you wanted really bad with the lab." Ivy jumps up with glee excited and ready to start school. "alright mom! Now leave so I can get dressed, a woman needs her privacy to get ready!" She laughs. "sure I'll see you in like 10 minutes when you get bored of combing your hair and give up in the makeup" Ivy blushes. "it's not my fault… I Could be doing something far more interesting like… Learning 200 digits after pi Instead of 100" Her mom rolls her eyes and leaves. "hmm maybe that's not a great idea. I might need to know something else, heh not like I won't remember it anyways. My memories are the best in the whole country. Shoot, my brains are better than anyone in this whole world!" She takes off her lab coat and has nothing on underneath. The lab coat was basically a night gown for her. She grabs her some panties and a bra putting them on. She grabs some tight black pants and puts them on then a sweater that says 'I love science' on the front and also puts it on. She runs down stairs not worrying about her hair or makeup. "Alright, I'm going to head to school!" Her mom stops her. "no, first you're going to eat breakfast. You skipped supper last night to study. So this morning you will eat." Her stomach growls loud thinking of food. "hmm well I do need something to eat logically. Fine I suppose I can eat." Her father was at the table reading the news on his phone. "we are proud you are so smart ivy, but you also need to remember to take care of yourself." Ivy goes over to the table and sits down, her mom nods. "Your father's, right if you don't who will?" Ivy though for a while. "well you and dad obviously, right?" They both look at each other and sigh. "me and your father won't be here forever ivy…" She says laying some pancakes down on the table and passes them out to everyone. Ivy looks down and sighs and pokes her food with a fork. "i-I know I just… Don't want to think about that…" Her dad speaks up. "you want to live alone in your own house don't you? What about then? Will you remember to eat? Will you remember to care for yourself? Another part of you won't be there to take care of you." She just keeps poking her food looking sad when her mom hugs her. "That doesn't mean we hate you or don't love you… We love you a lot ok? We are so happy you're so smart. But… Taking care of yourself comes first. Can you do that for us? If something were to happen to us we want to know you will be ok? Makes sense?" Ivy nods. "ya… It does I'm sorry. But I'll do better! I promise starting today uhh… Tomorrow ya, Tomorrow! I'll begin to take care of myself better and show you two I can do it alone!" They both smile and her mom kisses her cheek. "that mommy's girl!" Ivy blushes and laughs. "yuck gross!" Both her mom and dad laugh. They all eat their pancakes and ivy heads off to school. She has a pretty normal day at school. A's on every project like normal and not talking to anyone but one thing has been kinda freaking her out ash has been giving her this creepy smile all day. She honestly feels like he's planning to kill her or something. It Finally gets to the end of the school day and ivy goes to her locker and begins to put up her stuff when suddenly ash slams his strong arms into the lockers beside ivy making her jump. "ahh! What the hell?? H-hello ash..." He smirks at her. "heard you were the one to tell on me. Is that correct?" She shakes and backs up against the lockers gulping. "i-I don't know if ‘tell on’ is the correct term…" He punches the lockers again making her jump and tear up. She was scared for her life. "shut the hell up! Now I think revenge is in order." Ivy gulps, shaking more and more. "and I got just the thing for baby's who tell on people." Ivy looked confused. "b-baby…?" He nods. "Ya only baby's tell on the teachers to get someone In trouble! Now-" He grabs her by the arms and drags her to a empty class room and locks the door smirking. Ivy struggled the whole way. "look please! I'm sorry, let me go. I want to go home!" she cried and struggled. Suddenly the guy grabs her by the pants and begins yanking them off and shirt bra then panties she tried to fight but she was nothing compared to him she just cried in fear. Was she about to be raped? Ash smiles. "wow to be so ugly you got kinda a cute body" She blushed and screamed before her screams were stopped by something being rammed in her mouth some kinda gage with a rubber thing in it. She just cried, not even fighting what could she do anyways. But what was in her mouth. "I bought a bunch of stuff for a cry baby tadle tell. Like this gag special made to be like a pacifier so enjoy sucking on your pasi little baby." She was now more embarrassed. She keeps crying till Ash takes his backpack off and pulls out a large diaper with mittions and feet mittions that locks once they are on. there's no way she could do anything with her hands or walk. she shook her head making any noises. "MMM!" She begged and pleaded for him to stop but he forced the mittions on her and locked them the same with the feet ones he lays her down and begins to diaper her she cried during the whole thing a bib was put on her that says big baby. Ash laughs. "there we go a perfect look for a big fucking baby." She laid on the floor and cried. she had given up. "alright I'm leaving, have fun being locked in school till tomorrow. I'm sure once school starts you will be found, maybe even get a diaper change you will probably need it!" He laughs and leaves the room putting something against the door making escape impossible. Ivy layed there embarrassed here she was in a stupidly huge diaper and sucking a pacifier. She didn't have to but right now if she focuses on that it helped her think more logically. She begins to try to get the diaper off looking around for her clothing as well. All gone that ass hole ash must have took them all not only that she couldn't grip anything in these damn mittions she couldn't even stand this was so dumb there's no way she's stuck like this till she's found. She will never live this down. She stayed there crying all night. She was getting tired and cried herself to sleep when she woke up. She let out a whine that this wasn't a dream but worse she didn't wake up because it's morning she had to pee and bad. There was no way she could hold it till school started. It was only a bit past midnight she sat there and bounced trying not to pee. To take her mind off it it worked especially with the pacifier. Well for as long as it could. "MMMMM!!!" She screamed just before she felt the warmth run between her legs and her diaper begin to expand. This is not happening she thought. No way this is so disgusting she couldn't stand the feeling of the wet touching her but she didn't have much of a choice. She Finally begin to fall back asleep. She's soon woken up by the noise of people talking and laughing. She opens her eyes to a class room full of people laughing and talking. She remembers what happened and begins to cry here she is nake from the top up and in a soaked diaper bad enough it was super obvious it was wet being pure white with a yellow stain. Ivy cried till she couldn't no more; she was eventually saved and went home. And there she cried thinking of revenge. "hey… You need help don't you?" She said to herself she nods. "Mhm… I had a horrible time…i want revenge" She wipes the tears from her own eyes. "I know. Call me vy I'm a part of you, your more… Angry side and if you need help I'll be here for you for anything." She sniffs. "thanks vy…" Suddenly an alarm is going off, ivy sits straight up in bed. We are back to present, ivy hits the alarm clock so hard it breaks some. She rubs her face and takes a deep breath. "damn it… Can't we go one night without that God damn dream…" She gets her legs out of bed. "I don't think so...we have had it for over 10 years… I hate reliving it. the embarrassment still kills me… i-i know I don't say this much vy… But if we meet this man again you can take over as long as you need…" She smirks. "heh deal, now let's go eat. you need to take care of yourself" Ivy smiles. "I'm glad I got you here to take care of me vy"
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