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  1. Alex struggled helplessly in his binds. Stuck in a diaper and dress, gagged with an oversized pacifier, and with a bright red ribbon wrapped around, he could do nothing but wait. He supposed that was what he was a Christmas present for someone. The only question was for whom. It was a question that had haunted him since the day he arrived at the training institute. Like everyone, he knew there was someone paying for him. Like most, he had no idea who they were, when he’d see them, or what they intended to use him for. There were several reasons someone could end up in the institute. A scant few were volunteers- people choosing the submissive lifestyle, often for a kink, or out sheer laziness, giving up freedom to be guaranteed food and shelter rather then work their entire lives and risk homelessness. This, in Alex’s opinion, was a poor trade and a worse excuse for a career. Others seemed to think they eventually be guaranteed a place their anyway, and so volunteered. The advantage there was that they could at least pick the manner of their submissiveness, and have some control over who their eventual master was. Had Alex known that would be necessary for him, he’d have taken that route. He shifted uncomfortably in his binds, his arms getting stiff, and his diaper beginning to chaff his spanked bottom. He definitely would have. Alex, for himself, was one of the many who had been chosen against their will. Some of them had obvious reasons for going. They had committed clear crimes, were put on trial, and plea-bargained out of jail or were sentenced directly. They stood out at first in the first days at the institute. Trying to look tough, with tattoos on their arms and glares on their faces, until they realized this just made them all the more ridiculous. Alex was in a final category- those who had no idea at all why he was brought. He had simply went to bed one night after drinking at a bar, blacked out, and woken up already locked and dressed in the institute, with his form of submissiveness and master chosen for him. Many had similar stories, or were dragged from public places kicking and screaming, or got into cabs that went in completely the wrong directions… There was a long list. They were usually given a explanation. Vague allegations of minor crimes, poor behavior, a likeliness of future crimes or failures, internet search histories, having failed some kind of government test- there were plenty. Alex had a mix of these, with the same accusations of brattiness and immaturity that most who ended up in diapers got. They may be true, he knew, but he tended to believe the rumor that the institute simply needed to sell certain number of submissive to operate and did what was necessary to keep going. The government turned a blind eye and the public kept silent less they be chosen- they were fulfilling a needed service, anyway. For Alex, it was hard to argue. They seemed to know everything about him, and his trove of 'secret' stories about similar kinks was brought up time and time again as a reason. Whether they knew about them when they grabbed him or coincidently found out after searching was beyond him. Alex moaned inwardly thinking of it. The struggled slightly, hearing the tissue paper and his diaper rustle, then stopped. He glanced at the paddle beside him. Tauntingly cute looking, but sharp and painful, he had been given a taste of it earlier and threatened with more if he woke anyone up. He was a Christmas present, and just like any other gift supposedly from Santa Clause, he would not be seen until morning. Waking them up would spoil the surprise, and he had been trained to obey. That training itself had been a nightmare. When he first woke up that day long ago, he had no idea what was happening. He had woken up slowly at first, feeling a slight headach, then bolted up when he noticed he was in a strange room surrounded by bars. “No” he had thought, “it can’t be…” IN reality it was obvious- he had long known about the training program, and that the diapered subs were one of options, but like most, he had never thought it would happen to him. When it did, he did everything in his power to deny it to himself. He had quickly glanced down at himself to see he was dressed in bright pink footed pyjamas and a bulky object he later realized was a diaper. He tried to scream out, only to find his mouth full of something he later realized was a pacifier. He tried to remove it, only to find his hands were wrapped in thick, fingerless mittens, leaving them useless. He looked around himself, and confirmed his suspicions. The bars he had once thought were for a cage were in fact part of a crib, and the room was a giant nursery, decorated cutely, with a changing table, high chair, and toys all clearly intended for him. A pit had begun to form in his stomach. A woman, not much older then Alex, came in beaming. He still remembered the first words she said. “Hello, how’s my little baby doing?” She spoke in a sweet, familiar voice, as if he truly was a baby girl and there was nothing strange at all with him being there. The rest of the day had followed suit. He was offered no explanation and given no chance to ask for one. He was carted helplessly from humiliation to humiliation, unable to get out of the arms, baby harnesses and strollers that held him, and unable to speak with the pacifier in his mouth, only leaving it for feedings. That day he wasn’t even treated as a sub, but simply as a baby. Spankings or other punishments weren’t necessary yet- he was too restrained and bewildered to fight, he was simply there to learn his place. He was fed, talked to in baby gibberish or simply ignored, and changed. THAT was a memory that had stuck with him, not because of the teasing or punishment, but because of the lack there of. “Do you smell something?” one has said calmly. “I think the baby has a stinky butt” the other replied with no sign of surprise. “Check him?” Alex was bent over, his onesie undone. “Yep,” then, in the high pitched joking voice used for infants, “has the baby made a stinky? Does she need to get her butt changed? YES SHE HAS! YES SHE DOES!” The lack of mocking and teasing had made it seem all the worse, as if it was something natural that should be expected. The truth was, as he would learn, it soon would be. As Alex was lain on the floor in a main hallway and changed as the pair in front of him talked on as if nothing was wrong, he had even begun to wonder if he really was a baby, and the last few decades of his life were some bizarre dream. It seemed a better option then being a submissive. The real training had started the next day. Alex shifted again, and tried to pull his arms at least a bit loose. This position was far from comfortable, and his back was getting sore. He wondered what it said about his new masters that he was to be found this way. Did they know how uncomfortable it was? Did they want him to be sore? An answer either yes or no could mean a lot. Of course, the fact that he was chosen as a sissy baby said a lot as it was. There was something of an unspoken hierarchy at the training institute. It depended a lot person to person, but their were some general rules that could be said depended on the harshness, or embarrassment, related to the job. At the top were the merely unstated submissives. They were there to serve, with no real, and as long as they behaved were treated well. After that came the ‘animals,’ either work horses intended to pull their masters around or pet kittens and puppies, they were treated well, if condescendingly. Then came the punishment subs, there to take spankings, be degraded, and tied for their masters pleasure. Underneath them all were the babies. Some could live pretty good lives and be treated well, finding themselves essentially just living to be cuddled and coddled, but that was often not the case. It was hard to feel any sort of pride when all others were baking away from the smell of your diapers. Alex was the lowest from of these. Not just a baby, but a sissy baby and a punishment sub at that. He had become well acquainted with rope and paddles while there, and the diapers and dresses simply added a whole new level of humiliation. Alex pondered slightly. As most had guessed, if that is what his masters wanted, it did not bode well for him. Whoever was paying want him degraded as much ass possible. Most ended up living essentially as their training had done. Some, however, were lucky. They were punished and trained to a low level then brought to their masters as if being rescued, receiving love and affection, and forming a strange form of bond from the knowledge of what they were being kept from. Others got the exact opposite. Even within the categories, the harshness, strictness and length of training varied. Some masters wanted subs with fight left in them that they could spank out over time. Others would switch their subs theme upon arriving, leaving the poor, bewildered submissive confused and having to go through training again. The ones that Alex pitied the most were, ironically, barely even punished at training. Their masters wanted the opposite idea then the rest received. They were praised, given freedoms, and given rewards to build up a sense of pride that the masters could have fun breaking. They were often even given authority over the other submissives, who were told to keep mum about the poor fools fates. Sometimes they’d come back with their masters later, tears streaming down their faces, their pride shattered, their delusions gone as they were laughed at by the ones they had looked down on. Alex himself had been spanked by a few confused submissives only to later see them crawling around In diapers themselves, now bigger bawling babies then anyone, their pride making the fall all the worse. Somehow they never seemed to learn until it was too late. Alex groaned at the binds and his stiff muscles. He was beginning to feel hungry again. How long had he been there? He would have thought it was only one night, but there were no windows, and it felt like a lot longer. He prayed his masters were in the kindest category, hoping for him to see them as some kind of saviors, but he craved being untied whether or not they were. It was more likely that he was meant to be the baby he was dressed as anyway. This could still mean different things, as rumors always came back about what the babies got in the outside world. Some were treated merely as that, infants for their ‘parents’ to take care of, nothing more. Some existed for humiliation, spending long nights tied in messy diapers and over laps getting spanked in public. Some were there to work and please their masters, their clothing adding a form of mocking comedy to otherwise adult tasks. Some lived for pleasure, receiving toys and other benefits, others were deliberately denied it, being brought close to it then returned to whine and moan in their diapers. Some lived to train people to take care of real babies, used for diaper changing demonstrations, some were mascots for small sports teams and organizations or public draws to restaurants and game rooms. Others still were even given to younger people, treated as playthings, live in dolls for the amusement of children. Most did not know what it was going to be until they got there. He shuddered at the thought, and prayed it was one of the better ones. He tried to think of the cruelty of someone who would subject him to it. Could he really blame them though? He had, after all, written all those stories... but those were fiction, not reality... was there a difference? Yet there he was, an adult, diapered, sissified... The training varied from person to person, but for babies there were some general themes. The life in a nursery, the wearing diapers, and being given toys were all common. Most were fed, and most were taught to use their diapers. Some were deliberately made incontinent, being given pills and hypnosis to render them diaper dependent. Alex avoided this, though you never would tell from watching him. A messy diaper around his waist was a common theme in his life. Like all babies, he slept in a crib, and was taken care of like a baby in his ‘home.’ This home was the residence while he stayed in the institute. As usual, he was the only baby there. The other themes were represented similarly, there were pets, work animals, slaves, sissies, and other kinds of submissives, but rarely more than one or two of each at a time. There were also groups of non submissives who went in and out of living there like a hostel, and more still that came by and paid to gawk and laugh. They usually paid to see due to their own sadistic kinks or schadenfreude, and the fact that they beleived the people there had earned their punishment made them all the more vicious in their laughing and teasing. This was for a serious, if subtle reason. If the submissive felt rare, and they were constantly faced with a new group of people, it kept the helplessness and embarrassment of their situation fresh. As had been explained to Alex, the reason a sissy male was embarrassed to be in a dress was because men didn’t wear dresses. If Alex had spent his life surrounded by other sissy babies, eventually it wouldn’t seem to be strange at all. From the ‘homes,’ the submissive would be taken daily to training, this time along with the similarly dressed brethren. As a sissy baby, Alex would join a long and often smelly line of grown adults in diapers, feeling absolutely ridiculous as they were paraded, all holding a rope like children, toward class. Once there, they were trained as a group, with variations for their individual master’s desires. They would be given kindergarten like classes on basic subjects to reduce them and bring their thinking to that of a babies. Sometimes they’d deliberately be given fake information, being forced to learn math wrong or memorize a made up alphabet. They’d then be tested on it, and have their place hammered home when they failed tests seemingly made for children. From there it was more kink related training. They’d be taught to be submissive, with a long list of humiliating and painful punishments, from spankings and being tied up, to more childish such as time outs and mouth soaping’s. They were trained to behave as their masters wanted, forced to crawl around, play with children’s toys, and mess their diapers. They were even trained to act up from time to time, practicing throwing tantrums or acting as brats. Some were slowly rendered incontinent, some were given potty training which was deliberately made impossible, then told they were in diapers because they failed, and others were simply ignored until they messed themselves, and at times kept in them until they were used to the feeling. Whatever a master wanted, he could get, and the trainers bet their careers on making it happen. Alex wasn't given a chance. There was no effort to untrain or to pretend to train. This, he figured, meant whoever he was going to meet in the morning wanted someone who was able to control their functions, but still used to diapers. Did that mean they intended to some kind of joke potty training routine? Was it meant to be successful, with him finally getting out of the childish undergarments, or not? Would they go the opposite route, subjecting him to hypnosis and bizarre diets? He doubted that one, if they wanted that they could have done it already. There was a chance they'd keep him in diapers but let him use the toilet, or present themselves as the saviors of the degradation he had suffered... It was possible, and he hoped for it, but he had learned not to hope for too much. Something told him that wasn't the case. The most likely was that they'd keep him in some variation of what he had before- continent, but with no way to tell that based on what he wore (or, he thought blushing, he smelled like), giving them control over when it happened and whether or not he'd be punished... he shuddered. What else could tell him what to expect? So this one is a bit different then my others. I'm sort of experimenting with a different structure. Rather then having a normal narrative or much dialogue, it is a series of settings, with the plot hopefully coming through. That is because it is supposed to be the Alex (myself) remembering what happened to him as he lies in bondage. I figured memories tend to be more like vague snapshots rather then having a lot of details, so I tried to write it like that. If it didn't work, it is basically the story of Alex's will being broken as he waits for his captors. BTW, this goes with this picture: http://swabbs.deviantart.com/art/The-Gift-That-Keeps-On-Giving-Dress-Clean-652281997 by Swabbs, with his permission. Le me know if there is an issue with me posting that there, I will remove it.
  2. A sissy diaper friend from both Fetlife and Daily Diapers named “Rufflie” recently challenged me to get fitted for a bra while wearing diapers and plastic pants. While I love the challenge of going out in diapers barely covered, I have never worn a bra, much less got fitted for one. After some discussion, I told Rufflie that there are plenty of beach shops and even some adult stores around where I live and I could hopefully get fitted for a bra as challenged all while heavily diapered. I decided I would go for it this past Saturday as I am one not to back down from a challenge. All day Saturday I was both excited and could not get the thought of going out diapered for a bra fitting out of my mind. Later that afternoon I took a long hot shower, applied a generous amount of baby lotion followed by a heavy dusting of baby powder. I decided I would go all out and wear my thick Babykin pink nursery print cloth diapers and see through plastic pants. I topped these off with a women’s short yellow fleece beach top that ended just above the waistband of my plastic pants. After looking in the mirror, I had second thoughts that I might be going too far. While in just diapers and the top, I logged into Fetlife to see who was online only to find Rufflie and here his banter, telling me I better give a play by play of what happens. Before I could back out, I quickly put some baby blue fleece short shorts on over my diaper, thinking there is no turning back now, grabbed my keys and left the house. As I was driving through the Cocoa Beach and Cape Canaveral area I passed the new Fairvilla Boutique that recently replaced the older mega store I used to go to. I had seen a recent commercial that described their extensive collection of lingerie and dancewear, as well as massagers, unique gifts and more for adventurous adults as they described it. I decided that Fairvilla was the place to do my fitting as it is an adult store and they would be aware of various fetishes. I turned the car around and my foot slid automatically from the gas toward the brake pedal. With a deep sigh, my heart raced with anticipation and excitement as my car came to a halt at the edge of the parking lot. As I got out of the car and walked towards the front door, and as if mocking my masculinity, my penis twitched within the thick folds of my diaper, and a stream of pee flowed warmly between my thighs. I could not help but be reminded of the infantile thick diapers and plastic baby pants that were barely covered by my short shorts. The sales girls in the shop were different from my last visit to the old mega store… not surprising considering the time between visits, but just as friendly and unsolicitous as the others. I browsed around to see what was where and then found myself fascinated by the PVC, leather and lace lingerie hanging in one corner. I could not ignore the attraction. Then I wandered over to the bondage section. I always wanted to be restrained and forced to wear and use my diapers. Periodically one of the sales girls would ask if I was "ok" or if I needed any assistance. After this one girl asked me a second time I decided it was time to ask for help with the bra fitting that I came for. Besides the bulk between my legs was making me feel very self-conscious and I was sure I'd be `found out'. Silly when you think of what I was there for. Anyway I asked the salesgirl where the bras were. She smiled at me and led me to a series of racks and displays and said her name was Nikki and I should ask for her if I needed more help. I looked through the displays and caught myself feeling the lace and satin of many of the bras in various colors, sizes and styles. I started to select several and then began to have doubts about their fit since the sizes were numbered and with letters instead of the large or extra-large markings I am used to on other clothing. Seeing my indecision Nikki again offered to help and I confessed I wasn't sure of the size. She asked the size of the person they were for. Simple enough question but I fear I blushed a bit. After starting several answers I admitted they were for me. She smiled so very understandingly, glanced at my padded hips and said, "I thought they might be. She said why don’t we take a couple of quick measurements so we can pick the right bra size for you. Nikki wrapped a cloth measuring tape around my chest and told me I would be about a 44B. You can always try them on and we can make sure they fit." That seemed logical enough and I headed for the changing area with 5 different bras. As I was about to enter the changing room, Nikki looked at the bras I had and told me 3 of them would probably not fit me. Some pink lace bras on the rack next to the changing room caught my attention and I asked if I could try one on. She reached one down in my size and handed it to me as I slipped through the curtain. I made sure the curtain was shut and decided to take my shorts and shirt off leaving me standing there in just my thick diapers and plastic pants. I took a deep breath and wrapped the pink bra around my chest while attempting to hook the clasp behind me. I could only get it partially hooked and was about to abandon the experience when I heard Nikki's voice ask how things were going. My quick answer was," fine…" and before I realized what I was saying, "…but I can't hook the clasp." Somewhat to my surprise and embarrassment and deep down delight, Nikki glided through the curtain and said, "turn around". This was the first time in a long time anyone had seen me in my diapers and oh, wow was my head hot and swimming. She hooked me in and inquired "how's that?" All I could stammer was "thanks" and she patted my diapered butt was gone. I spent a little time looking at myself in the mirror and deciding to add the bra to my purchases and then realized that I needed to ask Nikki to undo the bra for me. But where was she. I looked out through the curtain for Nikki and the other girl was talking on the phone but no Nikki. The other girl caught my eye, smiled and pointed to a door. After an awkward moment I caught on that she expected me to walk out in only my diapers and bra and go get Nikki. Ah, why not. I took a quick breath and crossed the room to the indicated door, looked in and almost pleaded with Nikki to come help me, just as 3 college age girls walked into the store and quickly noticed the diapered sissy in front of them. They stood there for a moment and just stared at me before they burst into laughter and then walked off toward the dildos. On our way across the room I again took a quick look at the maid dresses and other sissy dresses. I didn't think she noticed but said, "pretty aren't they. Want to try a couple on?" Just how hot can one's neck get but I nodded yes and muttered "sure". She took one of the shortest black PVC French maid dresses with white PVC ruffles in the back off the rack and with that innocent smile said we should try a couple different styles. Suddenly here I was in the changing room with this petite pretty girl pulling a maids dress down over my diapers. The dress did nothing to hide my thick bulging diapers. I did all I could to hide my embarrassment and excitement as she zipped it up, and then left the dressing room leaving me in only the short French maid dress with diapers and plastic panties almost fully exposed. She returned a few minutes later telling me while cute, the maids dress is way too sexy and mature for someone still in diapers. In her hand was the most beautiful white romper just dripping with ruffles and lace with a bib front and straps that cross in the back that she insisted I try on. I quickly complied as she slipped it over my feet and up my legs, we both laughed, as she had to force past my bulging diapers. She told me to put my yellow fleece beach top on as it would look cute with the romper. She then crossed the two back straps and buttoned them to the lace trimmed bib in the front. As I looked in the mirror, I realized I now looked like an overgrown toddler with a bulging bottom covered with ruffles and lace. She patted me on my diapered bottom and left the room one more time as I decided to put my shorts on but couldn't find them and decided they must have put them somewhere to keep them safe. I looked outside the curtain for Nikki and only saw the other young girl. She said Nikki would be with me shortly. When she finally returned she told me that had no idea where my shorts were. Nikki told me to follow her, in horror I realized the predicament I was in as both girls started to laugh. Nikki told me they were closing for a private bachelorette party and I would have to pay for the bra and romper I was wearing and leave the store. I reluctantly paid her as the college girls walked up to the counter and commented on how cute my romper was. While I love being caught in diapers and humiliated, I had more than my share today. As I walked out to my car I felt like everyone was staring at me. After all, here I am a grown man in thick diapers and plastic pants covered by a very babyish lace romper. I quickly got into my car and drove off only to wet myself one more time.
  3. Feedback welcome. I hope you enjoy! Here are the first two chapters. Five written so far. Chapter One: Brooke poured herself a tall glass of red and snuggled close to me on the sofa. She was wearing her comfy clothes: yoga pants that hugged her bubble butt and a red hoody with the words “St. Vincent’s Medical Center” stitched across the front, standard issue to all the hospital’s nurses. Brooke was short, five feet and three inches tall on a good day, though she claimed to be five four. She had long brown hair, blue eyes, and dimples when she smiled. She kissed my cheek and held up her wine. “You sure you don’t want a glass, baby?” “I’m OK, thanks sweetie.” I fidgeted on the sofa, that headache throbbing in my ears. “It might help you relax,” she insisted. “Besides, it’s a Friday night, and you’ve had a long week.” Brooke knew all too well how much I needed to relax. I had always been an anxious person, but things had gotten worse since I took the new gig. Management consulting was no cake walk – long hours, high pressure, the need to dazzle clients after long nights spent building bat-shit-crazy Excel models. Just three months in, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it any more. The headaches had come first. Advil and Tylenol just couldn’t seem to wrestle these bad boys into submission. There were a few nights where my pounding temples kept me up until sunrise, and lack of sleep only made things worse. Next came the lightheaded feeling, then the heart palpitations. At age twenty-four, I felt like I was clenched in the jaws of a full-on nervous breakdown. “Maybe,” I allowed. “If you insist.” “I’ll pour a little one.” She uncorked the bottle with I-win smile. “You know, you don’t need to get me drunk to take advantage of me. Especially wearing those.” I loved the way she looked in yoga pants. She kept herself in athletic shape. We both did, before I took my new job. Now I don’t seem to have the time. She smiled and skipped toward the kitchen to fetch me a glass, pausing in the doorway to stick out her tush and bite her lip. She always knows how to get me going. When she returned, with an Australian shiraz in hand, she poured a taller glass then I had hoped for and kissed me on the forehead. “Anything to keep my baby happy.” The baby talk had started when the anxiety got real bad. I was staying the night at her apartment when I got hit by another massive headache. She was comforting me – I remember lying with my head in her lap, her stroking my hair. “I feel like such a baby,” I had blurted out. “Don’t. Listen, Alex, your anxiety is something you need to work through. And I’m going to be here for you as much as I can. Always.” Then she patted my head and added with a smile, “And as babies go, you’re a pleasure compared to those little terrors at the hospital.” Her baby comment made me a little horny. I’ve always had this fascination with diapers, and her coddling had gotten those juices flowing. Sipping on the wine, we watched the movie and cuddled together on the couch. We both polished off two glasses and were feeling a little tipsy. After the credits rolled, Brooke leaned in to kiss me, her tongue exploring a bit further into my mouth than anticipated. Ah, red always makes her horny. “You’re staying the night?” She asked. “I don’t think so. I’ve got a dentist appointment at 9:00am.” I didn’t. The truth was that I just needed to get home and put on a cozy diaper. The nappies were a safe place for me. They made me feel safe, relaxed, and recently I needed that more than ever. “So drive from here. You probably shouldn’t get behind the wheel right now anyways.” She motioned to the empty wine glass. She was right. “I guess so.” I felt the urge to pee, suddenly resentful that I wouldn’t get to do it in a warm nappy. I had told my high-school girlfriend about my fetish. “Oh my god, so you, like, actually piss yourself? Like in a fucking baby diaper!?” She couldn’t hold back the giggles. “Pease tell me you don’t shit in them too.” I don’t think she ever looked at me the same. It was like I became less of a man in her eyes. We broke up shortly after, and I resolved to take my diaper desires to the grave from that point forward. “OK, let’s get ready for bed,” Brooke said. “Me first. I have to pee,” I said, bee-lining for the bathroom. We cuddled in bed, and I could tell Brooke was horny by the way she wiggled her hips. She’s always horny. She smiled at me and nibbled on my neck, starting to thrust her pelvis harder. She reached down and grabbed the front of my boxers, feeling me completely limp. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been so-” “Stressed, I know.” She gave my package another squeeze, almost as if to say, ‘That’s OK, buddy.’ I looked away from her, shame washing over me. I knew that wasn’t stress. So much of my sexuality had revolved around diapers lately, and even Brooke, in all her sexiness, wasn’t pushing buttons on her own. I tried to picture myself in a poop-filled nappy, sitting in Brooke’s lap, trying to will myself to get hard. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Get a good sleep.” She pecked me on the lips and rolled over onto her side. That night I dreamt of me and Brooke watching a movie in her apartment, but in my dreams, a white diaper hugged my hips. I smiled and let loose in my dream nappy, Brooke giggling as the front turned yellow. I awoke to her moaning beside me. I smiled to myself. Always the same. Brooke had quite the sex drive, and she was always excited in the mornings. She felt bad waking me up and often got started on her own. I turned to look at her, fingers inside the lace of her underwear. It was then I realized something wasn’t right. My boxers clung to my thighs. My swelling member rubbed against damp, warm fabric. I reached down to confirm my fears. Soaked. My cheeks boiled as I prodded at the piss-drenched sheets wrapped around my midsection. Chapter Two: “Morning, Sleepyhead.” Her tone was playful, unaware of my situation. She smiled at me, her fingers still down under. “Um- m-m-morning,” I stammered. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes suddenly watched me close, concerned eyes – or maybe suspicious. “Nothing. Well, I just…” “You usually like when I wake you up like this.” She smiled again, twisting her hips to give me a good look at the spread-eagled show. I remained oblivious to her other hand sliding toward me under the covers – else I’d have tried to stop it. “I think I had a bit of an, um…a bit of an ac-“ “The bed’s wet,” she said, suddenly a detective. She furrowed her brow and leaned closer. She threw the duvet off onto the floor, unveiling me in all my glory. We both looked down to survey the damage. A yellow spot soiled the white sheets, the discoloration encircling my pelvic region. My boxers were darker grey than they had been when I shut my eyes. The covers removed, the musty scent of urine filled the air. “You peed.” She said it matter-o’-factly, her eyes looking into mine, and I thought I detected a hint of a smile. “I’m so sorry.” I wanted to curl up and die. She smiled and shook her head, just staring at the pee-stained sheets. Finally, she spoke. “It’s Ok. Accidents do happen.” Accidents, such an infantile word. My groin started to stir. “I don’t know how I managed this.” “You’ve been under a lot of stress,” she pointed out. “You didn’t feel yourself going?” I cringed, feeling small as she stared at me lying in a puddle of my own urine. But I also felt some excitement, like I’d been caught doing something naughty. I shook my head. “I’m so embarrassed.” I looked away from her. “Horny too, apparently.” She smirked as she watched my wet boxers tent. “Not how I’d expect you to react.” “Umm… I- I don’t know… It’s just… You were playing with-” “Shhhhh.” She grabbed the piss-soaked bulge in the front of my boxers. “It’s OK, baby.” I drew in a sharp breath and thrust my hips, blushing, but hornier than I was embarrassed. She giggled and started stroking me faster. “Baby, I…” my voice trailed off. “What?” She smiled, looking down at me. “It’s not too weird?” She laughed. “Well, what can we say? Your penis has a mind of its own sometimes.” I was short of breath. I felt my muscles start to tense. “I’m going to cum.” She nodded. “Just finish in your boxers.” She started rubbing hard. “Might as well,” she added with a wink. A moment later, I was shooting rope after rope into the already drenched fabric of my boxers. As I trembled and shook, Brooke just kept looking down at me with that silly smirk. The moments after ejaculation are the most sobering and honest moments in a man’s life. When this orgasm subsided, I was faced with some shocking facts. I just pissed the bed beside my girlfriend. Wetting the bed made me horny, and I came in my pee-soaked undies with her watching me. My cheeks heated up again. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Brooke said. “I’ll turn on the shower.” With that, she hopped out of bed and scurried toward the hallway. “What about the mattress?” I knew I was still apple red. Brooke stopped in the doorway and shrugged. “I’ll clean it, it’ll be fine.” Then she giggled. “Or maybe it’ll smell like pee, I don’t know, but it’s not the biggest deal either way.” “I’m sorry,” I said again. “Don’t be! Shit happens. Go get yourself cleaned up, baby boy,” she said. “Better be quick about it though. Your appointment starts in thirty.”
  4. I was inspired by the folks over in Incontinent-Desires. There's a rather industrious group there making stents for creating incontinence as opposed to using catheters. So I just extrapolated a bit, and added a little modern/slightly futuristic tech. I hope ye enjoy. The Stent "The Medican advanced urethral stent is a revolution in urinary incontinence support. Patients that cath, have trouble with bladder leakage, or those who just can't sleep through the night now have a viable, non-invasive treatment option. The stent works just like a catheter, without the uncomfortable external tubes. The bulbous head sits right inside the bladder, expands to resist untimely removal and contains a tiny radio receiver and valve that gives the patient complete control over their bladder function. Installation is easy, and unlike catheters is entirely concealed within the body, minimizing risk of infection or irritation. It uses the body's own motion and heat for power." Nikki looked up from the package. Her husband looked down at her in obvious anticipation. "How would this work?" She looked back down, the box heavy in her hands. Roger lifted it, turned it to show her a picture. "It comes with a remote that the patient would normally keep. That tells it to be open or closed. 'Complete control at your finger tips.'" He laughed. "But I can spoof that signal with my phone, or tell your phone to transmit, or send it through the house signal." "Why?" She asked, her voice heavy with trepidation. He smiled sadistically. "Because I want to control you completely. Because you want to give up control." He set the package aside, and began rubbing her back. He worked his hand under her shirt, scratching at itches that revealed themselves. Nikki leaned into his hand. It moved up along her spine to the braided chain that ran around her torso. Another hand caressed along her belly, and up to one of the steel domes that encased her breasts. A low moan escaped her lips as she counted back the weeks since she last felt his hands on her heavy mounds. He lifted her shirt to reveal the steel bra. A pair of chains descended to a steel belt that curved ergonomically around her waist. "Yeah, I think you want it bad." "Please." She begged. "How long has it been?" "I played with your cunt this morning, Sir." "Orgasm?" "Six weeks, four days." "So you just had one." Nikki pouted. "Tell you what, I'll let you decide if you want to have the stent or not." He leaned in to kiss her. "I don't… know." He slid into the chair next to her, his arms probing her body. The hand on her back slid forward to cup the steel bra. His other hand descended into her pants, feeling around the steel shield over her mons. Fingers reached through the thin slit that allowed Nikki just enough room to rub her clit through the chastity belt, but impossible to get anything near enough to penetrate. "Well just ask yourself, is your bladder control worth an orgasm?" "…no." The hands pulled away, "No? Well if you don't want it." Nikki grabbed the hands trying to get her husband to feel her up again. But put back to her body they just sat limp against her skin. "Please!" She tried to force his hands to work, desperately wanting him to manipulate her body even while she knew he was manipulating her mind. With a huff she gave up, throwing his hands down. "I understand. You don't want it, you don't have to have it." He started to climb out of the chair." "Your cock." He stopped. "What was that?" "Your cock. I want it. That's how I cum, or no deal." He grinned, knowing he'd won. He slipped back into the chair, pulling her into his lap. "God! I knew you'd do anything for an orgasm." His hands returned more deft than ever, reaching into places that had gone too long without sensation. "You're pathetic." Nikki moaned, "No, only with your cock." He replied by nuzzling her neck. "Please, I want your dick in me!" "Eh, you know I'd stick it in mud sooner than you. What would my girlfriend say?" Despite herself Nikki humped the hand manipulating her clit. "Besides, you'd beg to fuck mud if you thought you had a chance to get off." He nuzzled her again as she arched her head back into him, his lips suckling at her neck like a vampire from the movies. "No, please. I want your dick. I want your cock in me!" But his hands still invaded her, while refusing to unlock the steel prison that prevented what she wanted most. She still didn't try to push him away. His hands roved over her and through her. Her breath quickened, and her muscles tightened. "Please wait! Stop! Please, I want your dick, I want your dick!" Her whining turned into deep moaning. She tried to beg, but her words were lost to the sensations filling her. Too long she'd gone, masturbating according to his schedule. Edging, but not cumming. Too long she'd spent on the precipice of desire, that she couldn't stop herself when his deft movements pushed her over it. Her voice was raw from the shouting, her muscles sore from the strain. The sensations faded slowly even as she wanted to dwell in them for just a little longer. Her master's voice came to her from a distance, whispering into her ear. "I knew you'd sell it cheap." His words were hurtful, but they both knew it just renewed her desire. * Her wrists were cuffed to the headboard, and her ankles spread to the corners of the bed. Nikki's moans had reached their crescendo, and were quieting down. He pulled out of her, and she felt a small stab of disappointment. She'd wanted to feel him cum inside her. But he loved to steal away small satisfactions as her mind reveled in the shame of his denial. "Satisfied?" She nodded, still enjoying the tide of sensations through her body. He left her to the pleasure, but quickly returned with a pile of supplies. He came around the bed, and slipped a blindfold on her, followed by a ball gag stuffed in her mouth. "I don't want to listen to your complaints." He said as he moved away from her. Nikki felt the bed depress between her legs. A folded towel was placed under her, she could hear him unwrapping plastic and opening the box. She came down from the sexual high, her muscles began to tense. Worries about injury, and what this new level of control would mean for her filtered through her mind as they had ever since he showed her the device. She felt a cool touch as he placed some gel against her warm, sensitive spot. "Just relax, Dear. This will be quick." Not for the first time had she suddenly felt apprehension at giving herself to a med student all those years ago. His hands began to manipulate her labia, pressing into her pussy, teasing out the urethra. A sharp pain at that entrance startled her. "Just relax, this is the hard part, but it will go fast." Master said in a soothing voice. The burn dulled to a tingle, but it climbed up into her. She tried to relax, but it took a conscious effort. "Okay, I need you to relax, like you're going to the bathroom. Just ease it out. Oh! Yes, that's it, don't worry about the mess." She felt something slip deeper in until it popped into place. "There!" And then something slipped out of her. "All done!" She heard the double slap sound of latex gloves being removed. And oddly the sound of a trickle. She realized she was peeing! "Okay now, let's see." The trickle stopped. "Success!" * She sat on the toilet and looked at her phone. It had been an incredibly frustrating day. Chugging water and Gatorade, he'd been testing out the new toy in her body all day. Trying different tricks with the signal, different combinations of devices, and different ways of sending it so that no matter what she would be stuck with what he wanted for her bladder. The last test had been most frustrating because he was checking how strong the signal had to be for the stent to receive it. Brief dribbles would spill out with him shouting, "Did you get it?" from further and further away. The damn thing was surprisingly sensitive. Now he was at home, while she was at the mall; full to bursting, and stuck waiting for him to do something about it. She found herself fidgeting, trying to hold it despite it having no effect on her control at all. The phone lit up, "Sending now." His text said. After a pause, she felt her bladder open up, and the torrent pass out of her. When it finished she stood and began cleaning herself he sent another text, "Did it work?" "Yes." she sent back. "Woohoo!" Came the reply. He was so cute when he was so enthusiastic, but right now she couldn't muster a similar energy. * It took a while for her sleep dulled mind to realize what she was doing. She stared at the green digits that displayed 3:42. Sitting on the toilet, she waited for something that she suddenly realized wasn't going to happen. It wasn't unusual for her to get up in the middle of the night to pee, even when she would normally go right before bed. She felt a stab of frustration that she couldn't go. Her husband was fast asleep, there was no way he'd be happy with her waking him up for this. With a sigh she stood, pulling her panties up. The one blessing in all this was that he wanted to leave off the chastity belt for now just in case something unexpected happens. For a moment she was tempted to grab his phone to try to make it work, but she couldn't bring herself to be that disobedient even though she knew the password. Instead she made her way back to the bedroom slipping back under the covers next to her husband. Sleep was long in coming, as the need to go kept insisting that she get up and do it. * Lock_N'key: "May I use the bathroom, Sir?" Sir_geon: "Sure." Lock_N'key: "I wasn't in the bathroom yet!" Sir_geon: "Not my problem." Lock_N'key: ">(" Sir_geon: "Go clean yourself up, Bitch." * Nikki looked hopefully at her phone again. She was sitting in a filthy stall at the mall, panties around her knees, sitting on a toilet that she'd had to wipe down, and all she could do was wait. It'd been twenty five minutes since she asked him to let her go, and no response. Her phone refused to show her a message from her husband no matter how many times she looked. She just waited, listening to others come and go. It felt surreal. She knew when to go to the bathroom, but she also had no control over it. It was a thing that just happened. She waited for it to happen, she knew that it would, eventually. But when it did was always a surprise to her. A few days ago he'd set up a schedule where the signal would be sent automatically. He'd even figured out how to make her phone transmit even if it was turned off. She often thought about draining the battery, but that only would work away from the house or the car. And she would have no way to make herself go when she wanted. Three times each day she absolutely had to be in the bathroom or she'd have an accident. Frustrated, she stuffed the phone back in her purse. She stood up, but then sat back down with a silent curse. Today she'd had coffee with some friends, and the pressure had built. It wasn't the first time she'd asked for an off-schedule pee, but this was the first time that he remained silent. Part of Nikki wondered if this was one of those times he was trying to teach her a lesson. Maybe he was telling that she could only go at her scheduled times. That didn't seem likely, as a doctor he put a great store about being healthy, and holding it too long could cause damage or infections. The question is, is he making her wait on purpose, or because he's busy? He's a doctor, he is a busy man. She almost stood up again, but was startled by her urine hitting the water. * Nikki's eyes shot open. The dream, a foggy waterscape in the middle of a torrential downpour faded from her memory as the urgency that startled her awake stole her attention. A hand pressed urgently against her crotch but the water poured through her fingers. "Honey?" "Honey!" "Master!" "Huh?" "Something's wrong!" He rolled over, "What's up?" he asked bleary eyed. "It's broken! Look!" She said lifting the blankets. It was too late to prevent anything, the bed was soaked, and she was sure the mattress was also a mess. The flow had slowed, and now stopped. He sat up slowly, looking at the clock. "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. I thought about your sleeping problem. I don't want you getting infections or straining your bladder, but I also don't want you waking me up every night. So I decided that you're a bedwetter now." Nikki stared at her husband in utter disbelief. For a moment she hadn't believed she heard him right. "What do you mean?" She said menacingly. He gave her a satisfied grin. "I think it's the solution that best satisfies both our needs." * It was already getting late. She was usually in bed by now, but she'd been putting this off as long as possible. But soon the midnight signal would come, and for the next six hours she would be effectively incontinent. With just thirty minutes to spare she was at the drug store looking at diapers. Last night was a miserable blur. After thoroughly drenching the bed, Master had told her to clean it up. And she'd tried, but every few minutes she discovered her bladder would dribble a bit, making more of a mess. Finally she'd had to work with a towel bunched between her legs. After she'd cleaned as best she could she'd tried to go sleep in the bathtub. He'd already gone back to sleep on the couch. When morning came the argument wasn't over, but it wasn't one she'd win. Standing in the bath she'd yelled at him as he got ready for work. He just listened, and simply told her that he wasn't going to change it. "That body isn't yours anymore. You don't control it. You gave it to me to control. You don't get a say in how I control it. Or if I decide not to." He'd said. She'd argued for a while longer, but nothing superseded that simple truth. When her anger had run down he finished the argument by granting her a free orgasm, the bastard. "You can cum, but you have to do it playing with that piss-soaked cunt." He's said then left her in the bathroom, still seething, and unwilling to concede that accepting his permission to cum didn't meant she accepted his decision. Nikki blushed at the memory as she pulled a package of Depends from the shelf. Maximum Protection seemed like the best option since she would have no retention at night from now on. But frankly she didn't know what any of that meant. She wanted to try the ones that were supposed to be like underwear, but those didn't seem like they would do for her problem. "Need help?" Nikki jumped, dropping the package. One of the pharmacy ladies in blue scrubs had come over to her while she was lost in thought. The diapers on the floor between them, Nikki was frozen, not sure what to say. She could feel her cheeks warm as her face turned bright red. The nurse leaned forward and put a comforting hand on her arm. "It's okay. It's not a big deal, hon. What do you need?" She bent down to pick up the package on the floor. "It… it's not… I don't know." Nikki stammered, looking down. "I… I can't hold it, at night." She felt tears in her eyes. "Like at all." She sighed, shutting her eyes tight forcing her tears back. "I understand," the nurse replied warmly, "It's okay. It's a common problem. I'm guessing this happened suddenly?" Nikki nodded. "Well, I can't say for certain, but usually when it happens like that it usually isn't permanent. Just until whatever's wrong gets better." She listened to the nurse silently thinking about just how long her husband would want to play this game. Getting on to a month now, and he seemed to be really happy with the whole thing. So who knows how long it would go. She felt a fresh wave of shame that it turned her on to know that. "Well, diapers like these are probably the best you can get here, but as I understand it, they're not great. They're cheap, and don't fit well so you can get leaks. So if it's a long term problem you may want to try a medical supply store or look online for a better brand. But these will work for now." Nikki nodded, "Thank you." "Here, let me ring you up." * Nikki woke to the sound of her husband getting ready for work. She realized that for the first time in years she'd slept completely through the night. The last few weeks had been hard, getting used to the new nighttime routine, waking up constantly worried about leaking. But after taking the pharmacy nurse's advice about getting a better brand of diaper, that just hadn't been an issue. So she no longer had a reason to get up in the middle of the night. For the first time she hadn't, and it was wonderful. If she were to be honest with herself, she actually liked the feel of a fresh diaper. Quite frankly the extra padding was comfy, and it was nice to know that everything was perfectly contained in the morning. With the first package that hadn't always been the case, and she'd felt nervous going to sleep. Under the covers she put a hand to the yellowed padding, and squished it against herself. And it was dirty. She'd never really been into watersports as it's own kink, but the humiliation of it, the idea of being subjected to it turned her on. Having to wear the full diaper, and being unable to stop herself from filling it every night turned her on despite herself. Having that bit of control denied to her by her Master, went to the very core of her perversion. Her rubbing became more rhythmic "God, you're such a slut." he said as he did up his tie. * Dammit! The second alarm on her phone sounded, and she was still trying to rush back home. She set up an alarm 20 minutes out to remind her that she would need a bathroom soon. The second alarm was five minutes out, and she usually took that to mean that she should make her way to the bathroom now. This was going to be close. She floored it through the yellow light hoping there were no cops around to see her speeding. Several turns, and an egregiously rolled through stop sign got her screeching to a stop in the driveway. She leapt out of the car and promptly tripped. Damn heels! She rolled got herself up and hustled to the front door, pulled the screen open fumbled with her keys before dropping them. She was clenching as best she could even knowing that it was useless. Resigned she bent to pick up the keys even as she felt the piss filling her jeans. Nikki just stood there waiting for it to stop. Cursing herself she tried to figure out how to get inside to clean up without making a bigger mess. * "Okay, I need you to stand" He said. Nikki was busy playing with her boobs, finally free after months from their steel prison. Her master was at her feet, slowly working the latex up her legs. She slid off the large crate with his help, but still leaning against the crate as he massaged the latex upwards, coaxing it over her skin with the baby powder. "Are you ready for this?" He asked as he stretched the rubber over her rump. He knelt down to make more adjustments, making sure that the gap over her crotch was seating properly. "I think so, Sir." He tugged the suit up further along her thighs before standing to to the same around her hips. "The whole weekend. That's a long time." He held a sleeve up and began scrunching it up so she could insert her hand into the glove. Her hand was a fist around a small ball wrapped in tape so she couldn't open it. Now it was being forced into the confines of a ball shaped latex glove, rendering it useless until he freed her. He did the same with her other hand, before working the tight material over her arms so the suit could wrap tightly, like a second skin over her torso. Nikki didn't want to think of the length of time. She shivered, trying to keep it out of her mind. Even once he had it wrapped around her it took time to adjust it right so he could start working the zip in the back. He struggled, and adjusted as he needed to, until finally the suit came to a close at the back of her neck. Her head, breasts, and crotch were the only things not encased in rubber. Dozens of rubber encased wires dangled from patches all over the suit. Surprisingly he kissed her. "I love you." He said. "Love you too." Nikki replied. He opened the crate to begin the next phase of her preparations. * The video was one of Nikki's favorite genres of porn, two well muscled guys making out. It was only the beginning of course, and she was anticipating watching them strip each other. She knew full well that they'd get raunchier and raunchier as time went on which was also good, but damn, she did love the simplicity of two guys kissing. The video cut out, to her disappointment. But cut back in to what looked like security camera footage. It was familiar to her since she'd seen that view many times. It was the spare bedroom, empty except for a large wooden crate with a cabinet attached to one side. A figure moved into view, it was of a young woman that it took Nikki a moment to recognize. When she did, she wanted to curse; she hated it when her husband dated his nurses. Minerva, that was her name. Minerva turned around, "Is she really in there?" The audio cut in. Her husband moved into view, "Oh yes. She's in there, completely immobile, completely unable to control her body. Well almost." "Oh god that's so hot." The girl said, hopping up on top of the crate. Nikki heard, and felt the shift. Master opened the cabinet. "This is how I control her." The nurse stared wide eyed, "It's surprisingly empty." she said. "Well, I still don't have a viable way for her to defecate properly, though we recently solved the urine issue. Overall it's got room for supplies that I could keep her trapped for a month or more. But we still have a lot of work to make that happen. " "How would you keep her muscles from atrophy for that long?" "I've got a muscle stimulation system in the computer connected to patches all over her body which will work for a while, and since this is supposed to be both pleasure and torture, I'm working on different exercise routines for her. As well I try to keep her stimulated in other ways." "I can guess." With legs crossed, and hands on the edge of the crate, she leaned forward to kiss her date. "Do you think she can hear us?" "Oh I know she can. She wears a gasmask that I modified. It organizes her tubes pretty well for one thing, and–" "Tubes?" "Yeah," he said pointing at the cabinet. "See she's got the breather here, and that's her feeding and water line. The mask guides those tubes, and a couple others from the rest of her body into the cabinet. But there's also some wires I set up to a VR headset." "Oh wow!" "Yeah, most of the time she's watching porn of some kind. I've got like six terabytes on there and I keep adding to it." He pointed to the computer at the bottom of the cabinet. "But it will also stream video from the household cameras. Which is what she's seeing now." "You mean she's watching us?" "And listening." "Oh god I wanna fuck! Right here right now, on top of your wife!" He laughed. "All in good time." He said, closing the cabinet. "I'm also wearing a button cam that I'll upload later showing her our date. She'll like that." "You know, when you first said 'I'm packing my wife away for the weekend' I had a totally different idea of what that meant." The video cut out again. Nikki was left in blackness for a moment until a new porno turned on. It wasn't the muscle boys making out, instead it was an old video of a huge breasted woman in white satin panties getting done up in shiny metal bondage. * The house video cut in again. This time the view was of the bedroom. Green text popped up in the corner of her view, "Pleasure/Pain sequence 42b - Start" There was a shock to her nipples, and Nikki jumped. But the rubber phallus buried deep inside her began to hum. The suction pumps began tugging on her tits and clit. Her husband and his lover were tangled up in the sheets. Their movements were slow, Nikki was a little disappointed, thinking they'd already fucked. "Oh she absolutely loves this. She's a huge perv. She gets off on bondage, humiliation, degradation, gross stuff that no normal person would get off on." He said with a glance to the camera. "I'm surprised you're so curious." "Well to be honest your wife comes off as rather prim and proper. You wouldn't think it to look at her that she'd be into all this stuff. Or watching her husband have affairs." She said nuzzling his chest, and wrapping her legs around his. "I mean I like her, she always seems so kind and caring, but also… reserved." "Kind and Kinky are not mutually exclusive. And we both put on a pose because I have to be professional for the sake of my reputation as a doctor." "What I mean is that it's so sexy to be living this double life." "She doesn't– We don't live a double life, we live the life we want to live, we just make sure to keep the parts that should be private, private." He looked down at his lover, "I work very hard to give her the life she wants. In many ways she didn't know it was what she wanted, but it is." "You make it sound like you don't." "Oh, I get a lot of what I want." He said with a smile. "But one of the things I want to do is have sex with my wife. But in order to live the life we want, I have to sacrifice that. I keep her in a chastity belt, I deny her access to sexual release which means I can't use her in ways that I really would like to. I do that among many other things, because instead of fucking all the time, we're making love." "This is you making love? Her trapped in a box while you fuck other women?" "Strange isn't it?" She climbed on top of him. "Everyone's got their thing. Right now I've got yours, and I know just what I want to do with it." She leaned forward to kiss him, his hands cupped her ass. "You work so hard to give her what she wants. I guess I'll have to make sure you get what you want." Nikki saw her husband enter his girlfriend while his machine punished her body. She could do nothing to stop the torment, so she focused on the pleasure. She focused on their pleasure, on their lovemaking, feeling it in herself even as the vibrating dick thrust into her out of time with their rhythm. She wanted to feel him in her once again. More than a month gone since he'd done it last, who knew how long until he did it again. She watched their lovemaking, the teasing, and the playfulness of it. Even as it fed her own desires she scoffed at its simplicity. She loved the traps he set for her, the helplessness of his contraptions. She enjoyed his toys as they punished her body. Their motions began to build, their moans reaching a higher pitch. The noise of their sex reinforcing the building sensations in her own climax. She saw her Master buck as his lover rode him hard, pressing her tits into his face. The woman fucked him hard, screaming as she came to her own conclusion. The artificial dick pumped into Nikki, and the mild stimulations over her body kicked into high gear as she felt herself nearing her own long awaited orgasm. She could feel the satisfaction of knowing she would join her Master and his lover in the intensity of their mutual stimulation. A hard shock passed through her tits. The dildo stopped pumping. A cry of frustration died in her throat from the tubes that kept her breathing. Before she could reach it his system had killed another orgasm. For a moment she could swear he'd glanced at the camera, a taunting smirk on his lips. But no, he turned to his lover once more before the feed went dark.
  5. Hi everyone, The following is part of a story I've been writing. It's my first attempt at writing something fictional or diaper related. Before I finish more of it and post the beginning, I'd like to get some feedback on the writing style and tips for improving its readability. I hope you enjoy, Luvsmusic Based on experiences I’ve had, Names have been changed. “Are you wet?” Lauren barely mouthed the words. They came out only slightly louder than a whisper; The bar was loud and nobody heard her, but no one had ever asked me that. So matter-of-fact and clearly not phased by the fact that I was sitting next to her at a bar in a wet diaper. Three wet diapers, actually. My cheeks grew red as I nodded. “We can stay for another beer or two,” my liquored up thoughts were now only aware of how thick the diaper had become, how easy it would be for someone to stare too long at the bulge in my crotch and ass that was disproportionate to my size. Normally I put those thoughts out of my head, but having her bring attention to it made it my sole focus. She giggled, realizing the affect she had on me by asking that. “Ok, just let me know if you need a change sooner than that. We can go back to my house for the rest of the night and have a binkie night.” I smiled at her suggestion. 'Binkie night.' In the ten or so years since I had told her about my love for diapers and other infantile items, it was a tradition that I had grown to love. Tina wasn’t an AB herself, but often enjoyed sucking on binkies and using bottles and sippy cups with me. We would fill the sippy cups with wine and watch movies and play games. Sometimes we would decorate my plain diapers while sitting on the floor in her room. I finished my beer and felt the pressure on my bladder building, my swollen diapers pressing against my jeans were just tight enough against my crotch to keep me from losing control sitting at the bar. I knew standing would definitely mean another wetting, and that would only mean more of a waddle and potentially a leak. “We should probably get going.” I was timid with my words, which she picked up on quickly, instantly looking down at my pants, using the back of her hand to feel the material nearest the diaper. “Don’t worry hun, your pants are still dry. Let’s go change before that does.” She smiled again at the instant blushing her comments caused me. Once we got outside she wanted to stop for a cigarette. As I walked out, the shift in pressure against my bladder and my last beer got the best of me and the floodgates opened. I could feel the diaper start to sag as we stopped to smoke. As we stood there she looked at my face closely, trying as she often did to figure out whether she could catch me making my 'potty face,' as she called it. “GOTCHA!” she exclaimed, laughing a little triumphantly. She thought she had caught me in the act of wetting. Once again she was wrong: The look she was seeing was the look of distress that came with the sensation that had started to make its way down my leg. I was leaking. Full of liquid courage I was feeling less bashful about my current state, her comfort level of the events transpiring only adding to my confidence. I laughed, “Wrong yet again, haha I told you I don’t need to think about it, it just happens. I actually wet on the way out. I think we should get an Uber now though, I need a change in more ways than one.” I motioned down to the dark spot that had crept it’s way down the inside of my leg past my shirt, suddenly feeling appreciation for her choice of a dimly lit bar in the business district - which had fewer night life options than other parts of the city and therefore less foot traffic.
  6. Having been required to wear diaper due to urinary incontinent for over 20 years, I have gotten used to wearing diapers and don’t overly worry about who notices that I am diapered, I only try and make the best of it. Most of the time, I am in a Dry 24/7 or cloth diaper and plastic pants with just shorts and a T shirt on. This past weekend, weather was beautiful in Florida and I decided to go to a local tiki bar on the Intercoastal Waterway. I applied a good coat of baby lotion followed by a dusting of baby powder and changed into one of my thick and trusty dry 24/7 with blue carousel nursery print plastic pants covered by cargo shorts and a T shirt. When I arrived, the place was packed and parking was hard to find. I stepped up to the bars, said my hellos and ordered a drink. I have to say, the first one went down easily and I had forgot or ignored the fact I was in such a thick diaper when I went for another drink. I was just over a half through with the second one when a friend Rachel walked up to the bar. Every time I see her, she is always happy and full of life. I have to say had it been in different times I would have made a move for her. She greeted everyone with a hug and a kiss as I went back about my business of relaxing and people watching. About that time, Rachel came up to me and asked where her hug was as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "you smell nice baby" I only heard baby and blushed as she patted me on my bottom and whispered "you might need a change soon." I stood there blushing and scared wondering how she figured out I was wearing diapers. I started to worry that she might tell everyone as she walked away towards the bathroom. I thought to myself, what I would say next and how I would explain my overly thick diapers due to incontinence to this beautiful women. I saw her coming back out of the bathroom and head straight towards me. She walked up and looked at me and said, “I always wondered why you had such a cute puffy bottom and hardly ever went to the bathroom. She continued with her curiosity and asked if I was really in a diaper as she lifted the hem of my shirt, squeezed my thick diaper and patted my plastic pants. Hoping no one was watching, I replied, obviously I was and I asked if she wouldn't tell anyone. She told me “It will be our little secret for now.” I told her I was incontinent from an accident and had to wear diapers. She continued to lift my shirt and pull my shorts out, when she noticed my blue nursery print plastic pants sticking out the top of my shorts and asked “why are you wearing baby pants then?” I told her, they are not baby pants, they are just plastic pants. She laughed and said,” I’ve never seen an adult in baby blue plastic pants with little characters on them, so they must be baby pants!” I pulled my shirt back down and asked her to stop as someone may be watching. She continued to ask "do you use your diapers for their intended purpose? Do you need to go right now? Do you need a change yet? I was floored, a little embarrassed and nervous all at the same time. By the time she was done asking her questions I noticed drinks had gone into effect on me and I had to pee adding to my already wet diaper. I couldn't lie to her now about using my diaper so I told her I did have to go and I do use them for what they are made for. I added, “in fact, I am already wet.” She giggled and got a huge smile on her face. Some people, heard and saw what she was doing, but luckily no one I knew heard every word or saw her checking my diaper. We stood out at the tiki bar saying hi to friends as she kept patting my diapered bottom and listening to it crinkle all the time smiling at me. She whispered in my ear, “You know your loving it, I can see your diaper starting to poke out in the front,” she was right, I was loving it! By this time, I had enough to drink and was thoroughly soaked. I told Rachel I had to go home and change as I did not bring a spare on with me. Once again, she pulled the back of my shorts out to perform a diaper check as I prayed no one was looking. She snickered, patted my bottom again and said, “I think somebody has a very wet diaper and needs his little diaper changed.” I paid my bill as well as Rachel’s. I turned to say goodbye to her as she gave me a hug and squeezed the back of my diaper while saying “you better bring spare diapers with you next time or I will tell everyone what a sissy diaper boy you are!” I quickly walked away thinking what had I got myself into this time? Over MLK weekend, I decided to go back to the Tiki bar for something to eat and a drink or two, hoping I would not run into Rachel again and endure more of the diaper humiliation she dished out last time. I think deep down I was really fantasizing about what would happen if I did run into her again and how far she would take it. It was about mid-day and I had an already wet diaper on so I jumped into the shower to clean up before going out. I laid out a thick and crinkly dry 24/7, jumped up on it and dusted myself heavily with baby powder before tightly taping up the diaper. I remembered, the last time I wore my blue carousel nursery print plastic pants that Rachel had noticed and teased me relentlessly about wearing baby pants. This time I thought I would go for it and wear my soft pink nursery print plastic pants covered by a thin pair cargo shorts and a long sleeve T shirt. Once dressed, I took a look in the mirror, realizing that the diaper was a little more obvious than I thought as I walked out the door. The bar was packed usual, I said my hellos and took a seat on a stool at the end of the bar noticing just how thick and noisy my diaper really was. I was talking to a bartender named Julie when I felt someone’s hands slip something over my head as I looked down to see a necklace with a baby’s pacifier on the end of it. I turned around to see Rachel smiling at me and tell everyone that she had just attended a baby shower and it was one of the party gag gifts. She laughed and said “you like it don’t you baby?” I went to take it off as she whispered in my ear that I better keep it on or she will tell everyone what a diaper boy I really am. She turned to give everyone hugs and a kisses and then walked back up to me and said “well baby, are you going to stand and give me a hug or not?” She gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek and said "you always smell so nice and fresh like a baby." She then proceeded to pat me on my diapered bottom and whispered "What's a big boy like you doing in diapers and baby pants, huh? You look just like my two year old nephew. I love patting his cute bulging diapered bottom too." I was blushing so hard I could feel my cheeks burning as I prayed no one saw what she just did. In order to avoid any further humiliation, I grabbed her a barstool and slid it next to mine. She sat down and looked at me with a beautiful smile as she started patting my crotch, and said. "How are my baby's diapers? Are they wet?" I told her no, that I was dry. She looked around to make sure no one was watching as she lifted my shirt and quickly spotted my pink nursery print plastic pants sticking out the top of my shorts laughed and said “I guess you’re a baby girl today if you’re wearing pink baby pants then.” I looked at her and said “I told you last time, they are not baby pants, and they are just plastic pants for incontinence.” She giggled and said, “Why don’t we ask Julie if your pretty little pink plastic pants with little characters on them are baby pants or not!” I pulled my shirt back down and as she turned and told Julie she has a question. I turned bright red and said “please don’t do this to me, what do I have to do for you to keep this our secret?” She continued to pat my diapered crotch, laughed and said, "I love to tease you and make you blush," just as Julie walked over and she said “can we get a large ice tea for my baby here?” I blushed at the thought of constantly being called baby, but was glad she did not take the humiliation any further. About twenty minutes later, I started squirming in my seat. She looked at me with a devilish grin and said, “What's the matter, baby? Do you need to go potty?" A couple people gave me an odd look as she said this. "Yes," I replied. "I got to go real bad." She giggled and responded, “Your wearing diapers and baby pants, so pee.” By then my bladder was aching. I couldn't hold it any longer. I stood up and told her I was going to the restroom as she grabbed my hand and told me to sit down or she will pull my shorts down in front of everyone. She looked at me and said “Do you really want everyone to see what a big baby you really are in your diapers and pretty pink baby pants, then sit down?” I sat down quickly just as I started wetting my diaper. It came out so fast you could hear an obvious hissing sound coming from my baby pants. I had to admit to myself that the hot, wet diapers gave me a tremendous hard-on. Rachel noticed the bulge in my baby pants and started to pat my diaper and said, "So that's why you like to wear diapers, huh?" I couldn't answer her because I was on the verge of tears. Now she knew every shameful detail and I hated to think what would happen next. I was thoroughly soaked and humiliated as I told Rachel I had to go home and change. She smiled and lifted my shirt and pulled the back of my shorts out to perform a diaper check as I prayed no one was looking. She laughed, patted my bottom and said, “It looks like the big baby has a very wet diaper and needs his diapers changed.” I paid my bill and told her I would see her later. She gave me a glaring look and responded, “I told you last time that you better bring a change of diapers and plastic pants with you or I will tell everyone what a sissy diaper boy you are. Did you bring them or not?” I told her have spare diapers and plastic pants in my truck, but did not really want her to see me in just diapers and have to change me. She laughed at me and replied, I have changed many of baby’s diapers in my life and seen many little boys wee wees. I blushed and stood to go out to my truck with her behind me squeezing and patting the seat of my diaper and telling me how much fun this is going to be as she took hold of my hand. Luckily for me, my truck was parked against a hill and next to some tall bushes. I opened the back door near the bushes and showed her my backpack with everything in it. She took out a Dry 24/7 diaper, commenting that it looked like a big boy pamper, a pair of yellow plastic pants, baby wipes and powder. “Well” she replied, “It looks like the big baby is ready for more than one diaper change.” I saw the yellow plastic pants with bears on it that that she picked out and got a raging hard-on again. She noticed my reaction and started laughing. "I know what baby wants to wear,” said Rachel as she rubbed the bulge in my baby pants. I nearly came right there. I stood there staring at her as she said, “that diaper is not going to change itself, so let’s get them big boy pants off first.” She started to unbutton my shorts as I tried to stop her and tell her we cannot do it here. She laughed and replied “it’s either here or in the ladies bathroom, you choose.” Rachel then pulled my shorts down and told me to step out of them and hop up on the seat as she patted my plastic panties telling me how cute they were. She guided me up onto the back seat and massaged the front of my plastic pants saying, "I bet baby can't help but cum in his little baby pants. I bet he even likes to sit and squish in his cum, huh? Wouldn't that be nice and shameful? She watched with glee as I exploded into the front of my diapers. It was the greatest orgasm of my life. I didn't think I had that much cum inside of me. She laughed at me and said, “Now we can change those wet and sticky diapers,” as she sternly told me to lift my butt, and proceeded to pull my plastic pants down and then un-taped my wet diapers "My, you are wet aren't you?" She exclaimed as she pulled the diaper from under me. Noticing my pacifier she placed around my neck earlier, "Lets pop this in, it'll help calm you down" She said. And before I knew it she'd popped the pacifier into my mouth. Almost without thinking I began to suck on it, the soft rubber nipple almost filling my mouth. Things were happening fast now, the pacifier had subdued me into submission, and Rachel was in full control, she slipped her fingers between my knees and gently forced my legs apart. I continued sucking on my pacifier as she unfolded the diaper and placed it on the seat between my legs. "Just lift your bottom up for me baby." She said softly. I did as I was told and she then slipped the diaper under my raised bottom. "There we go," She cooed softly. “Now let's get you cleaned up and make sure you’re nice and powdered shall we?" Rachel was smiling down at me as she twisted open the top of the powder bottle. I turned my head to one side as she began to sprinkle liberal amounts of powder over me. I laid right back and looked up at the roof of the truck, I shut my eyes tightly with embarrassment as she carefully rubbed some powder around my penis, lifting it gently with her fingers. Then she began to sprinkle fine layers of it all around my bottom, which fell like fine snow and filled the air with a sweet perfume. "There we are," she said "Baby's all ready." And so the moment had arrived, the moment I had been dreading with ever increasing frustration and shame. Here I was, a grown man, naked, lying on the seat of my truck with a pacifier in my mouth, about to be dressed in a diaper. I looked up, Rachel was smiling down at me, and behind that smile was a look of satisfaction and joy, like she was enjoying and reveling in my shame and embarrassment. She was in total control and I was utterly powerless to stop her. I closed my eyes tight shut as she gently pulled the diaper up and over my crotch. Then she reached across and removed the little tab from one of the side tapes. I felt the diaper tighten on one side as she stuck the tapes together. The plastic of the diaper rustled and crinkled as she pulled the other tapes across, pulling the diaper tightly around me. I remained in my exposed position as she then began to fiddle and adjust my diaper. She slipped her fingers under each side of the leg elastic and ran them all the way round, making sure that the elastic was not tucked in or twisted. I remember her 'pinging' the elastic against me, in a sort of mocking salute to a job well done, a pleasing smile on her face. The diaper rustled loudly as it was pulled about and adjusted, I could feel the bulkiness of it immediately, the thick mass of soft plastic diaper pushed against the insides of my legs, enveloping me, making it impossible to close my legs to any degree. The thin plastic edge at the top of the diaper came up quite high, almost to my belly button, she ran her fingers around the top, and giving my diaper a little tug to make sure it was fitted correctly. She lifted my legs once more as she picked up the yellow nursery print plastic pants. Then she gave them a shake and proceeded to place them over my feet. The plastic was soft yet rustled loudly as my feet were guided through the leg holes. I felt the elastic gradually tighten around my legs as they were pulled up to my thighs before being stretched and pulled up over my thick diaper. She then brought my legs down and proceeded to adjust them, she pulled the plastic pants up as high as she could, and tucked the diaper under them wherever it poked out. Then she once again spread my legs wide and closely examined the leg holes, paying particular attention in making sure the diaper was securely under the plastic pants, and each time she tucked the diaper in she would release the elastic with a snap. "There we go," She said proudly. Babies all done." And with that she leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before taking my hands and pulling me up into a sitting position with my feet dangling over the side of the truck. I looked down at my diaper, hardly believing what I was seeing. It was so large and obtrusive. The plastic pants were stretched smooth over the diaper, and was shiny enough to reflect the light from the sun. The diaper was so thick between my legs. I opened my legs and caught a glimpse of the elastic around the leg holes where the plastic was bunched up and wrinkled. It felt so babyish. She took hold of my hands and pulled me out of the truck as my eyes darted around hoping no one could see my babyish attire. She threw my shorts at me and told me to meet her inside the bar as she turned and walked away and said, “you might want to take the pacifier out of your mouth first diaper boy.”
  7. Taken from the ABDL Sci-Fi book: Genus Two, here is a little story about losses and what is gained … when everything becomes unknown. --------------- Paradise Unknown - The sun rose, beginning a beautiful morning and on the surfaces of Genus Three, the third discovered planet - 112 million miles away from Genus One, a sparkle danced across the waters. Genus Three, with 90% of its surface being an ocean, was truly a water world. Only having been initially inhabited a year ago in 2115, it was still under primary colonization but some areas were quickly developed and tourism was already being encouraged. The same gateway system that enabled people to travel from Earth to Genus One and Genus One to Genus Two also existed between Genus Two and Genus Three. With only 10% of the planet above the watery surface, effective infrastructure meant bridges had to be built, lots and lots of bridges. Yes, the translocation pads were on the way. But travel by ground had to exist first. Vacationers flocked to Genus Three as resorts and restaurants were built up quickly. It was an island-heavy oasis. And for whatever reason, the watery setting was good for health and recovery. At the very end of the string of nearly 50 islands at the equator latitude of Genus Three was Paradise Island, private property that could only be accessed by boat or by the air. No bridges or roads existed on the island and it was believed to have not been developed yet - the supposed reason being that it was still rising up from the ocean as an unfinished land mass from an underwater volcano. While there was indeed a nearby volcano in the ocean, all other beliefs about the privately-owned Paradise Island couldn’t have been further from the truth. And one sight of the beach on the far side of that island would only add further questions to a growing unanswered list. On the white sands of that beach were several dozen women. Some were sitting on the beach. Some were asleep on the warm sand. Some were splashing around in the water. They all seemed to be doing different things. However, there were many more things about them all that were not only similar but exactly the same. They all were naked … except for the gleaming white diapers around their waists. Those in the water were now wearing drenched and swollen diapers. Some on the beach needed their diapers attended to for different reasons. Their races were different and their hair colors were different, but they all had a similar height and a similar build. Some wore white bonnets on their heads. Others wore bracelets on their wrists. But everyone one of them had a holographic collar around her neck. And none of them seemed to mind any of this at all. While there were looks of confusion on a few of the girls’ faces, most had a blank stare in their eyes - some having no coordination at all, to the point where simply movements were a challenge. Yet none of them ran or tried to get away. They were all corralled into a roped off area on the beach - absent of modesty, of clothing and of apparent free will. It was as if they were prisoners, but ones who were completely happy and contented with their current circumstances. They all were beautiful, yet wore no make-up to have such beauty. They weren’t catty with each other or competitive and they seemed to be friendly, as if everything was right in the world and nothing was out of the ordinary. Oh, if guys knew of the paradise that truly existed on this private island, they’d likely swim to it without fear of what may be lurking in the waters beneath them - absent of hesitation to do so. The rest of the island was covered with trees, save for the top of a small but sizable hill in the very middle. And on the top of that hill was a building with windows wrapping around the sides. Presently, those windows were shaded - keeping out the golden rays of the sun while preventing anyone from being able to see in. The advancements of humankind had thought of everything, including glass that would shade itself like a pair of prescription glasses/sunglasses … back in the days when corrective lenses were needed to fix eyesight problems. But Paradise Island wasn’t a private resort beautiful women flocked to. Instead, it was a secluded location abducted females were taken to and kept. If the New Worlds Government was even tenuously aware of this remote location, it would be able to solve the most troubling crime it had ever faced - the still-unexplained abductions of 37 women in the past two years. Why these women were abducted, their current whereabouts and who had abducted them were unanswered questions. Why they were taken to this island and why they were dressed in nothing but diapers were two more questions added to that list - if anyone ever learned they were on Paradise Island. But, by keeping the island isolated with restricted access made it seem like these women would never be found - their loved ones believing them gone forever. Up in that building with the shaded-glass windows, the most recent abductee awoke into a nightmare unlike anything she could imagine. Kelly Swatton was her name and she was about to become acquainted with a paradise unknown. But she likely wouldn’t see it that way. Kelly awoke on a stone table. She was naked, gagged, holographically collared and held down with some sort of bracelets devices on her wrists and ankles that prevented the use of her arms and legs. The room was so dark it really didn’t make any difference if she opened her eyes or kept them closed. She didn’t know what to make of the situation at first, but she realized right away that struggling to get free was a bit of instinct more futile than it was worth. The amount of fatigue she would put herself through to get free, only to find that endeavor impossible, seemed like a foolish thing to do. Saving her energy for a more likely time to escape was the main focus. She didn’t know why she was there, who had brought her there or what they wanted from her. But through fogginess of memories and dark visions, she actually did remember how she got there. Kelly remembered walking alongside her husband, Mack, as they approached the translocation pad by The Market Place in the center of New Argyle City, back on Genus One. They had just been to The Purple Tortoise Restaurant for dinner that evening with friends. She felt a cool breeze behind her and then saw a flash of light around her, illuminating the nearby areas to the brightness of daytime - at least from her perspective. After that, she felt bindings form around her neck, wrists and ankles. Sudden sleepiness fell over her and she closed her eyes momentarily, then finding herself surrounded in total darkness. She could tell her clothing was gone but she wasn’t cold … yet. The binding devices on her wrists and ankles weren’t actually devices at all, but rather, energy beams - the kind often used to keep pets and children from running off. They were also commonly used to keep people immobilize for surgeries, when being arrested or whenever restraint was necessary. Her mouth was stuffed with a foam substance, keeping her from talking. She didn’t know where she was, but was incapable of moving her limbs. Being kept in a standing position in complete darkness, naked and confused, she tried to scream. But when she tried to scream, the foam in her mouth expanded a bit, encouraging her to keep quiet. The foam was too large in size to swallow. So she complied, keeping silent and trying not to panic further. Then she felt the coldness of that table as she was placed down on it, the energy bindings moving her body for her. A door opened at the far end of whatever icy cold, pitch-black room she was in. And a shadowy figure appeared in the doorway, illuminated in silhouette by the blue light in the hallway behind him. His presence gave her as many goose bumps as the chill in the air and the coldness of the table. The shadow walked towards her and she shook, her heart pounding so ferociously she grew dizzy from the sudden rush of blood. But with the lone light source behind him, she couldn’t make out any features of his face or any part of his body at all - even as he stood alongside the table and gazed down at her. In his left hand, he had a holographic collar. Placing it on her neck, he released the energy beam from around her throat. He touched her left temple with two fingers from his right hand and she grew very sleepy again - so sleepy she couldn’t stay awake. The last thing she remembered was that man running his hands all over her naked body before she drifted off into involuntary slumber. Now fully awake but still restrained, Kelly stretched her fingers out - doing her best to use her telekinesis to move anything in the room that might have been made of metal. But there wasn’t even a metal screw to be found anywhere, at least not that she could detect when in total darkness. Her telekinesis wasn’t very powerful but, like every female of the future, she had unlocked more brain capacity as humankind evolved. She just wasn’t as good at it as she needed to be just then. A beam appeared above her, attached to a mechanical arm - the stone table itself glowing faintly and turning her body into a silhouette. She aimed her hands up at the mechanical arm but couldn’t move it at all. Little did she understand just then, .the holographic collar hindered her mind from doing a lot of things she normally would be able to do. The beam slowly lowered its length, contacting her on the hairline above her forehead. It slowly worked its way down the front of her body. She quickly realized it was a shower beam, cleaning the front of her body as it removed all her body hair - except on her head. This not only freaked her out, but it confused her tremendously. If she was being held captive, then why was she being bathed? Then the bindings on her wrists and ankles flipped her over onto her stomach as the beam repeated the hair-removing and cleansing of the back of her body. Though bound and naked, she was being treated with a level of gentleness and kindness illogical for a captive to receive. The bindings flipped her back over and brought her shoulder blades to rest on the table first, then the middle of her back and then her lower lumbar - as if it was trying to re-align her body a little. Then that same door across the room opened, two women walking in and over along either side of the table. They both seemed so tall, but probably would have only been six or seven inches taller than Kelly - had they not been wearing heels. Dressed in white nurses’ outfits, they truly looked like nurses - complete with the white caps. But it was their endowments and their long blonde hair that had Kelly upset. No, she wasn’t competitive. And in her current situation, appearances were certainly the least of her concerns. But there was always something to be said for the comparisons people made of self and others. The one nurse had a small stack of items in her hands, that nurse setting down the stack of items on the end of the table as the stone table illuminated beneath Kelly just a bit more. She turned to face Kelly, both of them stepping closer to her and inspecting the physical results of the girl’s beam shower. Then the second nurse began to run her hands up and down Kelly’s body, making certain the girl was impeccably smooth all over. This was the first opportunity Kelly had to get visual details of these women. Oh yes, they were well-endowed. But the complexion of their skin was clear and they wore no make-up at all as they didn’t need it. Their long blonde hair was perfectly smooth and they didn’t have a single split end anywhere on their heads. They had to be robots. No human beings were this perfectly flawless. But Kelly also noticed that they both were collared holographically, their ankles and wrists in the same kind of bindings that Kelly had been placed in. If they were robots, they wouldn’t need such restraints. And the touch of the second nurse’s hands seemed as human as could be. It was their voices, however, that did the greatest damage to Kelly’s psyche. They spoke to her with softened qualities in their tones and with such alluring calmness that she found herself wanting to trust them for no reason other than the kindness they had shown, thus far. “You are perfectly smooth, Kelly,” the second nurse said quietly, both nurses touching the soles of her feet - Kelly’s legs then lifting up in the air before parting into an extremely vulnerable position. “He likes his girls to be perfectly smooth. You will make him very happy.” And that was all it took to unhinge Kelly completely. Her eyes grew big and wide at the comment and she began to tremble for a brief moment before she returned to her instinctive struggle to escape. “Shh, shh, shh,” the second nurse shushed her, stroking the frenzied girl’s hair back off her forehead as the first nurse reached to that stack of items at the end of the table - picking up ……… a diaper. “They always fuss when they first arrive, don’t they?” the first nurse asked the other, unfolding the gleaming white diaper - the crinkly noise echoing in Kelly’s ears and drudging up memories of her friends. Kelly was well aware of the baby-like behavior of Dash and Nova, her two friends who were not only routinely babied by their counterparts of Xenia and Axel but were in fact diapered by them from time to time. She just didn’t know about their ageplay fetish. But she had never openly judged them for the strange nature of their relationships. However, she had assured Mack, her beloved cop husband, that she would never be a part of any kind of that dynamic. So with a strange twist of unwarranted fate, Kelly now found herself being forced to involuntarily succumb to, if not completely accept something that so eerily reminded her of her regressive friends. The first nurse placed the unfolded diaper flat to the table, the second nurse picking up a metal tin from the stack and opening it. She took out two little white tablets and quickly placed them on Kelly’s front - just a few centimeters above the girl’s mound. Kelly lifted her head as much as she could and looked down at the white tablets. A moment later, the tablets crushed themselves, turning to dust and spreading out evenly across the girl’s front as well as down between her legs. They were talcum tablets and their scent was potent. Kelly closed her eyes and tried to scream, but the foam ball in her mouth expanded when she did so, causing her to silence herself quickly. “Kelly, you’re going to need to learn to obey,” the second nurse said quietly but with that monotone quality. “He doesn’t like fussiness or defiance. And if you don’t learn quickly, he will give you the corona.” Who was he? And what was a corona? What was happening? There really wasn’t anything the nurses could have said that would have made any difference to her just then. And there was nothing they could have explained to Kelly that she would have understood, just based off what they told her. She was going to have to learn by experiencing things for herself. “Why do they always do this?” the second nurse asked the first one, placing two talcum tablets in the backside of the flattened diaper. “They were brought here against their wills,” the first nurse replied, the tablets crushing themselves and the first nurse shaking the diaper to even the powder out before sliding the back waist band underneath Kelly’s tailbone. “Nobody gives up their free will without a fight.” “There is no chance of getting away, Kelly,” the second nurse said sadly as she reached under the stone table, picking up a pair of leather sandals. “But you’ll have to learn that in your own time, I guess.” “Hopefully you learn it before he gives up on you, just like he’s given up on all the others,” the first nurse said as both nurses touched Kelly’s feet - the girl’s legs then lowering back down to the table but remaining parted. “Learn to accept and obey, Kelly. Learn quickly.” The second nurse put the leather sandals on Kelly’s feet as the first nurse folded the front of the diaper up and into place. Kelly’s mind was flipping out all over the place, the sensations of softness on her bottom and center not feeling bad but certainly feeling strange. “Forget the life you had and accept the one you are being given,” the second nurse said quietly but with continued monotone. “You will be very happy and you will be taken care of very well. And if he chooses you, you will never have an unpleasant moment for the rest of your life. Doesn’t that sound wonderful, Kelly?” Kelly screamed again, only to be muffled by the expanding foam ball in her mouth - reducing her attempted scream to softened whimpers as tears streamed down her temples from the corners of her eyes. “It’s really not so bad,” the first nurse said as both nurses stepped back from the table - Kelly being involuntarily sat up by the energy bindings. “It’s actually a privilege to have been chosen by him.” Kelly’s legs were swung over to the side of the table as the first nurse walked over to the shaded windows, touching one of them - the shading leaving the glass. Tremendous sunlight cascaded into the room, Kelly getting her first real look at the surroundings. She looked down at her naked frame, her diapered waist, the collar and the bindings keeping her in a sitting position - much to her chagrin as she chose to be uncooperative, refusing to sit up straight or do anything asked of her. But with a blinding light now making her squint her eyes, she couldn’t have known what was right in front of her to stand up on her own anyway. The bindings took care of that, thinking for her and taking the appropriate actions, but her defiance would be dealt with swiftly. “Come over to the windows, Kelly,” the first nurse said, her ankle bindings forcing her leather sandal-covered feet to the ground. But Kelly refused to straighten up and the bindings thusly couldn’t move her forward with steps. The second nurse walked up next to her. “Kelly, you’ve only got a few seconds to stand up straight before you feel a kind of pain you’ve never felt before,” the second nurse said. Kelly looked over at the second nurse and would have told her off - had that foam ball not been restricting her speech just then. But, just as that nurse warned her, a few seconds later, she felt electric shocks going into the soles of her feet. Devices implanted in the leather of the sandals were able to locate her nerve-endings and they sent such pain straight up her legs that she screamed into the foam ball, now incapable of stopping herself from doing so. But the foam ball expanded again and she began to find difficulty in preventing herself from gagging as well as continuing to breathe easily. “Stand up straight and the pain will stop,” the first nurse said, watching Kelly cry inconsolably. “The pain will continue, finding new nerves to attack when the current ones go dead. Stand up … now.” With no other choice, Kelly stood up straight - the electric shocks ending. She was trembling from head to toe, crying softly into the foam ball. But she was finally standing tall on her sandaled feet - compliance now understood. The second nurse put a clear plastic patch between Kelly’s shoulder blades and the nerve pain came to an end as well. “Just stand up and cooperate and that won’t happen to you again. Next time, it will hurt twice as much,” the first nurse said from the windows. “Now, walk over here. I want to show you something.” “It’s okay, Kelly,” the second nurse whispered to her, then patting the girl’s diapered bottom with encouragement for her to walk over to the windows. “Everything is going to be fine. Just be good.” Ergh! The quiet monotones they were using, sounding comforting and reassuring just a minute ago, now rang in her ears with a tone of condescension that made her sick to her stomach. And the annoying crinkle that accompanied every one of her waddling steps towards the windows, along with the holographic collar and energy bindings on her wrists-n-ankles, all boiled her blood. But there was nothing she could do about it, at least not yet. So for the time being, compliance became paramount. Little did she realize, just then, the battles she would wage in the days and weeks to come would be more mental than physical. “Look out the window, Kelly,” the first nurse said as Kelly got to the glass. “I’m going to prove to you that it’s a privilege to be chosen.”. Kelly looked out over the beautiful island landscape, through the trees and down to the beach where she saw a line of other women, making their way up to the house on the hill. The women were naked, diapered, collared and bound in the same way as she was. “Every single one of them was chosen by him before he chose you,” the first nurse explained, Kelly seeing the physical similarities of the women. “Yes, they’re all like you. But they’re also all different from you. And he gave every single one of them a chance, just as he will give you a chance.” Kelly watched the line of women as they walked up the hill, some of them having to be redirected to stay in that line and some of them wearing bonnets and some of them seeming practically mindless in their body motions. Looking over at the first nurse, Kelly’s thoughts raced with unspoken questions of why she was chosen to be the next one. “Don’t waste your time trying to find answers right now,” the second nurse said, she and the first nurse walking over towards the door - Kelly being made to follow by the movement of her bindings … but this time, she kept herself standing straight and she cooperated. “The truth is: your world will be no larger than he allows it to be.” Who was he? What was this? Some sort of ransom fundraiser? She was led into the hallway, keeping her back straight but still finding it difficult to move at the pace that the ankles bindings were setting for her. She wasn’t actually fighting but suddenly wasn’t allowed to move with strides of usual length. And because of this, her composure was thrown off … therefore, her grace was thrown off. To compensate, she moved in a very erratic way - mindless even … just like how some of the other women walked up from the beach. The building itself was very nice, furnished with extremely comfortable accommodations, a kitchen with wooden counters and a rustic look and so many other spacious marvels there was no wonder at all that whoever he was was a really rich person - well-off, but clearly demented for having made 37 women his diapered, mindless captives. The main room of the building was huge, the middle of it filled with tables that rose up from the floor. One by one, the line of women entered the room, most of them waving happily to Kelly as if they knew her. Kelly stared in horror as they broke apart into five separate lines - one at each of the tables as a series of assembly-line style diaper changes began. They all seemed to know what to do, as if they had done this before … many times. They had no modesty left, freely allowing complete exposure in vulnerable positions. Looking down at the diaper the two nurses had placed on her, Kelly came to the horrific realization that, when her bladder filled and released, she would find herself in one of those lines too. There were no bathrooms to be found anywhere. Then her eyes grew big and wide at the suddenly realization that she would be using her diaper when her bowels released … and likely for another reason still - at a specific time each month. Kelly looked around the rest of the room, her eyes gaping even wider still when she saw the dozens of cribs that were lined up against the walls. One by one, each freshly-diapered woman was led to a crib, placed in it, given something by mouth and then left there - the sides of the cribs rising up automatically. It was nap time, a daily mid-afternoon event that Kelly would grow used to before long. Being led to a crib herself by the two nurses who had tended to her since she awoke, Kelly obediently climbed up into the crib. The second nurse patted her on her diapered bottom for encouragement, this bringing tears to Kelly’s eyes as she came to rest on her back. The first nurse, seeing the girl’s forthcoming emotional release, shushed her. “You’re not going to get anything done by crying for no reason,” the first nurse said, removing the foam ball from Kelly’s mouth and replacing it with a floating pacifier nipple - that same device Kelly swore she saw being put in the mouths of Axel and Nova, her dear friends who seemed oddly juvenile from time to time. Then a ruckus broke out at one of the cribs, the two nurses running over to assist the others in restraining one woman who refused to get in her crib. The entire room got dead-quiet, save for the sounds coming from the struggle. The unruly woman was tackled to the floor. Her arms were chicken-winged behind her. Her legs were bent at the knees and her ankles were crossed as she was pulled back up onto her knees. As the side of Kelly’s crib rose up automatically, she looked through the railing bars at all the other women in the cribs, Kelly saw their tears flowing as everyone but she knew what was going to happen next. “This was your last chance, Regina,” one nurse said, walking over to the kitchen and getting a device out of one of the cupboards. The unruly woman, seeing the device being brought over to her, became hysterical, begging with gibberish that couldn’t be understood. But whatever she was begging about, her mindless pleas were being ignored. It seemed she had used up all her chances. And while being held very still, the woman received the device - a simple cloth band that wrapped around the crown of her head. Kelly thought back to what the nurses told her when she fussed herself, just a few minutes ago: If you don’t learn quickly, he will give you the corona. The cloth band must have been what they meant by corona. It seemed physically harmless enough, but base on how the woman stopped fighting them all together and how she started drooling and then weeping, it was safe to assume that the band was doing more than just a number on her mind. The woman was picked up and put in her crib, given a floating pacifier to nurse from and then having the cutest little white bonnet put on her head to hide the corona band. Watching the woman for a few minutes, Kelly and all the other abductees witnessed her being forcefully taken into a state of regression that would render her incapable of being able to do much of anything at all by the end. “How long will it take now before Regina goes burn out?” one nurse asked another as they walked past Kelly’s crib. “It will take a few days,” the other nurse replied, Kelly looking back over to the newly-bonneted woman. “But after that, the effects will have full-lasting and damaging effect. She didn’t want to listen and now she will pay for it … just like all the others before her.” “Do you think he will ever find the one he’s looking for?” another nurse asked as she and a few others left the main room… “I have no idea,” Kelly heard another reply as the effects of her floating pacifier began to take hold of her. “But if he doesn’t and if he keeps plucking them out from wherever he finds them, we’re soon going to need more cribs.” Kelly could hear the nurses laughing as they walked away, her head spinning in circles at this point. She closed her eyes in an effort to ward of dizziness. The floating pacifier nipple in her mouth was laced with a milk concentrate that had a sleeping agent in it. One drip at a time, the milk poured out of the nipple when it was nursed and, when mixed naturally with saliva, would turn into so much milk that swallowing was necessary. The laced milk was very potent and very fast-working. And before her own confusions and fears could grip her up in the sudden quietness of that room, she drifted off to sleep. Her first bit of sleep would be filled with memories of her kidnapping, how she awoke in this building, being diapering like a baby, the shock sandals still on her feet and her experience with being shocked. Thoughts in her deeper slumber would center around her diaperings of her future, the crib accommodations and that corona head band treatment. She became sorrowful as she subconsciously nursed on the floating pacifier in her mouth. And by the time she reached REM, her thoughts were only of Mack, her beloved husband. Oh, how she missed him. He was the strength she needed when feeling weak, the roughness she craved when she could be nothing but soft, her greatest supporter when she faced challenges, her biggest fan when she overcame obstacles, her best friend and the love she needed. With those happy thoughts, along with the sleeping agent entering her system, Kelly fell into a blissful state when her eyesight blurred, her senses numbed and strangely, she found enjoyment in the moment. No one knew she was on that island. And she still didn’t know who her abductor was, but she knew there was someone out there who would stop at nothing until he found her … Mack, her beloved. If no one else, at least he would find this Paradise Unknown. --------------- .
  8. So, just to prove to everyone I'm not actually dead, I'm reposting this, a little short I whipped up for a contest on another forum last month. Hope you enjoy! -------------------------------- 1 Being a short man in a tall man's world had been one long, 27-year string of disappointments for poor Michael. From being bullied at school to being passed over for promotion after promotion at his modest job in the accounting firm, it seemed the only attention Mike ever got was the kind he didn't want. The worst of it all, though, was being all the ladies' “best friend” but never their lover. No, Mike's only contact with females throughout the adult portion of his life was when they were sobbing on his shoulder the morning after a much taller, more handsome man would treat them wrong the night before. Well, that and his occasional thrill on Pervert's Row at the local strip club, tucking dollars into the girls' G-strings or, even better, the ankle straps on their spike heels. Sometimes they even let him put the bill in his teeth and let them take it with their voluptuous breasts, then give him a face full of said breasts. It seemed to be his destiny, to be that lonely, slightly awkward loser with the decent apartment and decent job, wasting most of his nights trying to get noticed on Fetbook, and the rest emptying his wallet at the strip bar, going home with sticky messes in his boxers after those oh-so-beautiful women let him touch them. Well, that was his life before he met Sally. That's when absolutely everything changed. When she popped in with a private message on his Fetbook page, Mike's entire world turned upside down. This wealthy, tall, dark-haired, athletically built vixen swooped into his life and systematically fulfilled every little fantasy he'd ever had in the whirlwind that was their first few months as a couple, and he willingly let her push him beyond his outer limits into fantasies he never even knew he had. In short, she was perfect. Of course, there was a reason Sally was perfect. Unbeknownst to hapless little mikey, as she called him, Sally had been watching him for a long time. Owner of said strip club, she knew all her regulars, and little mikey was an object of interest from the first day he awkwardly sat at the bar and watched those girls from a distance. The longing in his eyes was as obvious as the nose on his face. When she found his profile on Fetbook, it was almost hysterical to her how predictable he was; lonely pathetic little wimp looking for a Mistress to abuse and humiliate him, to let him worship her feet, to make him into a pet for her amusement. They were everywhere on that site, and the few that worked up the nerve to approach her got flat rejected with a referral to a professional Domme she knew. Because most of them just wanted one night of wild beatings and humiliation and then go back to their stupid little lives until they felt that itch again. Little mikey was different, though. Watching him in the club all that time, she knew he was different. He would follow her to the ends of the earth just for the chance to lick her heel. And in reality, all his little shortcomings fit perfectly into her desires. His “problem” with premature ejaculation was perfect. He never begged to put his little winky inside her, and in return she taught him well how to service her with his mouth, his fingers, the many toys in her collection. And he absolutely loved it when she shamed him over the messes he made; his full-body shudders as he groveled for forgiveness for being so pathetic were like candy for both her sweet tooth and his own. But even after she convinced him to give up his job and his apartment to move in with her and be her house slave, there were places Sally wanted to take him that he wasn't going to go without a little help. Fantasies she had that she was determined to make him fulfill. But that was just a matter of timing. Patience. And Sally had plenty of that. They'd been living together four months, and Sally had “little mikey” trained into a nice little routine. He abandoned his job at the accounting firm happily as part and parcel of moving in with her. They slept in until noon, and he'd get up, fix her breakfast in bed (he was quite a good little cook, to her surprise), and sit dutifully at her feet while she ate, massaging her ankles and calves. She'd get up to shower and do her makeup, and he'd stand at the ready in the master suite, holding her towel while she teased him with seductive poses and noises behind the steamed-up sliding glass door, turning his head when she was finished. (He wasn't allowed to look at her naked body unless she explicitly gave him permission; his backside had taken many welts for that transgression.) Once she was dressed and ready for work, she'd give him a list of rooms to clean top to bottom while she was gone, with the promise of her strap on his backside if they failed to pass inspection. And they rarely passed inspection. She was pretty sure that was deliberate on his part, though. There was always something obvious, something a complete idiot would have noticed, left untouched while the rest was immaculate. So, when she arrived home from work, there would be the inspection, then his beating, and then he would, sans clothes, serve her supper at the table while he whimpered and groveled and kissed and massaged her tired feet in between fetching her wine. And later, depending on what mood struck her, she would take him down to the dungeon and abuse him until he cried out the little safe word she gave him (No more, Mommy!) and make him clean up his little messes on the floor under her St. Andrew's Cross. Or she'd lie on the bed and make him please her long into the wee hours of the morning, until he collapsed from exhaustion. On her off days, she'd dress the both of them up in properly coordinated leather and take him to the BDSM club to parade him around on all fours, beat him, and humiliate him in a more public forum. She knew he loved that more than anything else; she had to put a cock ring on him to keep him from ruining his leather shorts, a fact she made sure everyone there knew. And she pushed him farther and farther toward what she wanted out of him; he went under the laser to get rid of his pathetic little beard because she didn't like being tickled by hair when he went down on her. He agreed to undergo bi-weekly Brazilians when the alternative was sleeping in a cage at the bottom of the bed “like the hairy little animal you are”. And he hadn't cut his hair since he moved in. By September, he was as androgynous as could be, a just over five foot tall little boy-girl, his wispy blond locks in a little cascade on his shoulders. He was ready, and it was time for her to make a little magic happen. After all, what better time for a little magic than Halloween, for a witch of Miss Cassandra “Sally” Divone Nenet's caliber? ~~ 2 “Can you believe it? We're gonna have our first Halloween together!” Sally asked coyly, as she cuddled Mike's shivering form, stroking his naked back as she brought him out of his sub-space. Aftercare was paramount when taking care of a pain slave, and Sally was every bit the expert caretaker as she was the sadist when it was time to discipline him. “Mmmm,” Mike replied absently, just barely becoming aware of her words again, the adrenaline subsiding, replaced by her tender touch. “We have invitations to an absolutely enormous party, you know,” she continued. “So many of our friends will be there!” Mike flinched a bit when she said that; that phrase was all but code for “Mike's going to get flogged in front of a crowd.” Terrifying, yet incredibly stimulating. He hadn't realized how much of a turn-on humiliation was until Sally introduced him to it. “Fun,” he managed weakly. “You know what would be extra fun?” Sally cooed. “How would you like the chance to switch for the night?” That got his attention. “Wait... what do you mean?” he said, popping his head up from her bosom. “I'm sure you'd just love to pick out my costume for me, and be in charge the whole night, in front of all those people, wouldn't you? No safe words, no nothing, just little mikey playing Big Man Michael, and Miss Sally being just little sally?” His eyes widened as she spelled it out, and visions danced in his head. He knew exactly what he'd want to see her in; he'd fantasized about it since the first time he laid eyes on her. No leather that night, no, not at all. He gathered his thoughts... she wanted an answer, no doubt. “How... I mean... what... do I have to do?” “Well,” she chuckled. “First you have to prove that you're capable of being a Master. How about going a whole week without any discipline?” “But that's not fair!” he protested. “All you have to do is make up a reason!” Her face darkened noticeably. “When have I ever disciplined you and you didn't deserve it?” “I... uh... never...” he replied weakly. Truth be told, the rules were all laid out. All he had to do was follow them. Except he wanted her strap on his backside. NEEDED it. He felt unwanted, unloved when Sally didn't discipline him. “So what makes you think I would be so unjust as to do it just to win a bet?” “I... you wouldn't, Miss Sally.” “Of course I wouldn't. Now apologize for making such a slanderous accusation!” Mike slunk, trembling, down off her lap and onto his knees in front of her. “Forgive me, Miss Sally. I'm a horrible, ungrateful boy, undeserving of your love and care and affection. Forgive your unworthy slave of his transgressions.” It was a well-rehearsed line, and the words came easily. “You are unworthy, ungrateful, and pathetic. But I will forgive you once again, little mikey, even though you deserve nothing less than to be cast from my sight!” “Please, Miss Sally!” he begged. “Punish me however you see fit, but don't send me away!” Now would usually be a time he would be disciplined, but he'd just spent two hours on the rack; he was in no shape to take another thrashing. “No no, little mikey,” she said, grasping his head and pulling him gently. “Come back to Miss Sally's bosom. All is forgiven.” He climbed back up and buried his face in her chest as she stroked him. “So does little mikey want to try to be Master for a night?” she whispered. “I... I would like that,” he whimpered back, his breathing starting to even back out. “Then we'll start tomorrow,” she purred. “What... happens if I don't make it?” he asked, almost as an afterthought. “Well of course, if I win the bet, I get to pick your outfit, you get to be the slave, no safe words, no limits. It's only fair, don't you think?” “Of course,” he replied sheepishly. Sally had every intention of keeping her little promise, to only discipline him when he actually earned it. But she knew just as well as Mike did how needy he was, how desperate he was for her attention and affection. She wouldn't need to break that promise. To Mike's credit, he definitely went the extra mile that day. But the harder Mike tried to please, the less interest she showed. She barely acknowledged the elaborate breakfast of Belgian waffles with fresh-squeezed orange juice alongside her coffee. She caught a bite to eat at work, and coldly announced she wasn't hungry for the admittedly gorgeous-looking Quiche Lorraine he prepared for her. Her inspection of the rooms on his list was quick and silent; not even offering the slightest compliment for the touches he added, like fresh flowers in her office, and she didn't even bother inspecting the on-suite, which wasn't even on that list, but that he'd meticulously scrubbed top to bottom. And to top it all off, she retreated to the bedroom and shooed him away, declaring she was tired and wished to be left alone. Mike was devastated. What had he done so wrong that she would shut him out like this. He choked back tears as he stared blankly at the laptop screen, at the special Halloween costume he'd picked out for her that day as he waited for her to come home. She didn't even want him to pleasure her, or even massage her back while she slept! And he dare not ask, no, that in and of itself was an infraction of the rules! Mike's purpose was to pleasure Sally; it was for Sally to decide what Mike needed and deserved. He had to try harder, do more, because clearly his mistress was displeased with him. And try he did. The next day he was tireless, cleaning the entire house top to bottom, fixing Eggs Benedict for her breakfast and a thick, juicy ribeye steak with creamed spinach and roasted fingerlings for supper. But she showed no interest whatsoever. She spent the evening in her office, and when she came to bed, she banished him to the dreaded cage. The next day, it was more of the same. He worked relentlessly all day, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, and once again she devastated him by coming home late, ignoring the elaborate dinner, isolating herself from him. Few words, no physical contact at all. Mike was bewildered as he lay in the cage again, trying his best to keep his tears silent. At this point, Halloween was an afterthought, the promise of being Master for the night pie in the sky. He wasn't even sure if she still cared for him at this moment, and that terror trumped all other thoughts, desires, needs. Trembling, weeping, and panic-stricken, he accidentally bumped the cage door as he shifted his weight. “Be quiet down there!” she shouted. “How dare you wake me?!” Of course, she wasn't sleeping, she was just silently relishing the mental anguish she was inflicting on him. Physical punishment wasn't the only path for the sadist. And for sure, he was near his breaking point already. “I... I'm sorry Miss Sally,” he whimpered, trying to stifle an outbreak of sniffles. No answer. Mike couldn't take it anymore. “Please, Miss Sally, what did I do wrong?! Why can't I sleep in your bed?!” “Come out of that cage!” she snapped, flipping the light on. He knew what was coming now, but it didn't matter. He needed it. Damn the costume party, he needed it. He crawled out and knelt on the floor beside her. “What is the rule about Mistress' instructions?” she asked, more calmly, but still very stern. “Miss Sally knows what is best for us. We are never to question her judgment,” he nearly whispered, his head down. “What do you suppose Miss Sally should do about this, little mikey?” “I need... to be disciplined, Miss Sally.” “Yes, yes you do,” she said, feigning a solemn tone. “Get Miss Sally her strap.” He cringed a bit, but at the same time his heart warmed at having her undivided attention again, something he'd been starved of these last few days. He went to her closet and retrieved the pink-handled, heavy leather implement from among her various implements of discipline, laid it on the bed at her feet, and got back down on his knees. “Up here,” she scolded. “Assume the position.” Quickly he stripped naked and laid down on the bed next to her, face down. As he braced for the coming physical pain, he found himself very suddenly erect. Of course, Sally anticipated that outcome. “Where is your towel, little mikey?” she demanded. “I... I'm sorry Miss Sally,” he fumbled, scrambling off the bed, embarrassed as his erection stood out in front of him like a flagpole as he walked by her toward the on-suite. He returned with a dirty towel he retrieved from her laundry basket and was most dismayed when he saw what was in Sally's hand. She smiled as she held up the little ring. “Stand right here, little boy,” she commanded. He complied, and she grasped the tip of his penis and squeezed. It wasn't painful, but it was definitely humiliating for Mike as he watched it quickly sag and shrink back to its normal, pathetic self. She lifted it up and cinched the cock ring snugly just above its base. “This is not fun time, this is discipline time,” she said calmly, taking on a motherly tone. “Little mikey doesn't deserve fun time right now, does he?” “No Miss Sally,” he mumbled. That little ring, he hated and loved it so, stealing away his manhood, his sexuality, but at the same time exciting him with the humiliation of her taking total control of every aspect of him. “Now, assume the position.” He spread the towel out on the bed, lay across it, and braced himself, this time decidedly less comfortable with the blood flow futilely straining against the cock ring, the base of his penis swelling painfully while the rest remained flaccid. There would be an orgasm in his near future, but it would be a painful one, like when she milked him, not at all pleasurable like when he was strapped to the St. Andrew's cross. A loud crack and searing pain across his bottom snapped him out of the thought, and he whimpered in spite of himself. Then came another, and another. The blows continued as he gritted his teeth and struggled against the inevitable tears. She was silent as she moved, efficient, deadly accurate, working inch by inch from the very top of his hind quarters down to the tops of his thighs, watching carefully as the angry welts rose up, listening to the changes in his vocal responses. Down in the dungeon, during “funishments”, she'd often draw blood, but not tonight. Tonight it would end when the heaves began, after he'd made his little cummies and was sobbing like a proper little boy should after his Mommy spanked his deserving little tush. She heard him gasp a bit and tense up, letting loose a whimper, and she knew what had happened. She knew just as well as he did how unpleasant those orgasms were, but she had to maintain the appearance that this was discipline, even though she knew well how much he was starving for the attention. Finally he broke into sobs, and she stopped. As she strode back to the closet and hung the strap in its proper place, she cooed, “Now, what does naughty little mikey say?” “Th... thank... you... Miss... S... Sally... f... for caring... enough... to... to correct me,” he blubbered into the towel, his entire body shuddering under the intensity of the pain he'd just experienced. “Poor baby,” she continued as she sat back down on the bed, running her fingers through his hair, rhythmically massing the back of his head. “You're just such a little mess, aren't you? It's so hard for little mikey to be a good boy, isn't it? Poor, poor baby... But don't you worry, Miss Sally will always be here to help, teach you how to be good. Yes she will, baby. Yes she will...” It wasn't too much later that he finally fell asleep exactly where he lay. And Sally's head was filled with plans and preparations for what was to come, just a few weeks away. A simple bet was the final step toward him being the perfect slave. Well that, and a little magic. 3 Mike had earned himself quite a few more such spankings over the course of the next month as he begged and pleaded with Sally to tell him what her plans were for Halloween, but she was steadfast, teasing him with only the promise that he was going to absolutely love what she had planned. See, Sally knew about his other little fascination, those little Asian girls with their elaborate Victorian outfits he fawned over. And she intended to indulge it for him. On her terms, of course. Finally the big night arrived. Halloween fell on a Monday that year, which was fortuitous, because she could close the bar for the day and not worry about losing much in the way of cash flow. And since the big party didn't start until nine in the evening, there was plenty of time for more teasing that day. Mike was practically in panic with anticipation of what she had planned, and at five o'clock, after a light lunch, she left him to clean the kitchen while she dressed. Mike was absolutely in awe when Sally resurfaced in a stunning, floor-length, long-sleeved black Victorian dress that flared from the waist, with subtle powder-pink accents at the hem, ringed with pink bows at the knee. How could she have known of his Lolita fantasies? And stranger yet, what else did she have planned? He'd imagined her in this very dress the first time he saw it, on his arm as he donned a steampunk three-piece suit in all black, a monocle in his eye and a rakish top hat, the two of them strolling through the crowd, all eyes on them, admiring their finery. “You like?” she purred, knowing the answer. “It's... you're beautiful, Miss Sally,” he stammered. “Perfect.” “Of course I am,” she laughed. “Are you ready for yours now?” “Y... yes Miss Sally!” He stood straight, and she spotted a subtle tremor in his hands. “Turn around,” she said. He complied, and she swiftly applied the blindfold. “Now you stand right there while I get everything ready, and I'll be right back to collect you.” “Y... yes Miss Sally...” His nervousness was delicious, and Sally was quite certain he'd already made a mess in his underwear. No matter. The outfit rustled subtly as she pulled its hanger from the closet and hung it on the corner of her vanity. She opened a box she had tucked into the back of her closet several weeks ago, ripped loose the packaging on the first bag, and lay her hands across the items within, whispering the all important words: “The two become one, and the one becomes all, As pleasure combines with the irresistible call, Desires to merge, and barriers to fall. As above, so below.” And with that, Sally took one of these suddenly very magical objects and laid it along with a tin, a pump bottle, and a tube on her nightstand and went to retrieve her little slave boy. Mike had stood dutifully in the kitchen where she left him, blindfolded and nearly overcome with anticipation, fear, and excitement over what his Mistress had planned. And, contrary to Sally's thoughts, while he was painfully erect at the moment, he had managed to control himself, though with some difficulty. Standing perfectly still like this was helping, but the thoughts running through his head weren't. Sally in that stunning black and pink dress, smiling seductively at him. Oh, that he could have been strong enough to contain himself and won that bet, the things he'd have done with and to her. Of course, Mike didn't have it in him to be as severe as Sally, but still, he'd certainly have enjoyed her going down on him, a treat he hadn't experienced since before he moved in with her and became her full-time slave. He'd have her blindfolded and naked on the bed, tied to the posts, while he stroked and teased her with the flogger, whipping her into a frenzy. But he'd be in control. She'd be the one begging for release, for permission to orgasm, and he'd hold that power in his hands. “Little mikey, time to get dressed for the party,” came her seductive whisper in his ear, and he shuddered his way out of that delightful little fantasy. Her hand grasped his firmly, and he walked behind her as she led him back toward the bedroom. “Did someone make messes?” she cooed. “No Miss Sally,” he replied confidently. Oh, he'd come right to the edge, for sure, and it wouldn't be difficult for her to push him over it in the state he was in right now, but dammit, he'd controlled himself! “No?” she replied, genuinely surprised. “What a good little boy!” she cheered. Mike warmed with pride as Sally stood him at the foot of the bed. “Time for little mikey to get naked!” she chuckled. Mike quickly stripped, including his underwear, even more puzzled at what she had planned. “Little mikey loves Mommy's Lolly dress, doesn't he?” she whispered as she nudged him down onto the bed. “Yes Miss Sally,” he replied, confused at her new self-reference. Mommy? What's that about? “Of course he does,” she continued, grabbing the pump bottle of lotion and the tube of rash cream. “Lie still now, let Mommy take care of you.” Mike's eyes widened behind the blindfold as she worked the strange but familiar-smelling substances into his nether regions and around his thighs, then rolling him on his side and doing likewise with his bottom. His erection had weakened considerably in the confusion, more than a little fearful of all this sudden sensuality, and baffled by the smells he couldn't quite identify. The next thing he felt was a cooling sensation on his buttocks, followed by another very familiar smell wafting to his nose. By the time he heard the fateful rustling of plastic, the puzzle pieces began to fall into place, and panic shook him as he realized she was taping him into an incredibly thick disposable diaper which now was latched snugly around his middle. “Mommy, please, no more!” he cried out, invoking the safe words for the first time in months. “Uh-uh. Remember our bet, little mikey, no safe words tonight,” Sally cooed softly. “You're mine, to do with exactly as I please. Mommy needs her little baby to stay clean and not make messes everywhere tonight, so this is what the baby is going to wear. Understood?” Mike's face was red-hot with humiliation on a level he'd never imagined possible, and to his surprise, his erection returned with a violent vengeance. Terrified to move, he whimpered, “Yes Miss Sally.” “Nope. Tonight, my name is Mommy, and that is how you'll address me.” “Y... yes Mommy,” he stammered. “Good. Now for the rest of your costume! Stand up, baby.” Mike complied silently, trembling as the thick padding beneath him rustled in response. A much louder rustle came from the vanity, and his mind reeled at the possibilities. Sally grasped his leg and picked it up, causing him to nearly lose his balance, and plunked it in the middle of a huge amount of material. The other leg followed, and he began to realize that the mountain of satin she was sliding up his legs had no pants. Worse yet, it didn't stop at his waist. He was near tears as his arms were guided into the puffy short sleeves of what he now realized was a very elaborate dress, one that, as near as he could tell, ended just a few inches below the bottom of his... the diaper. She intended to take him out like this? He wobbled as his brain started to shut down from the stress of it all, and Sally caught him. “What's wrong, baby?” she cooed. “Miss.... Mommy... I don't...” he was afraid to answer. Would she punish him for complaining? Would she somehow make this even worse than it already was? “No safe words, no limits,” she whispered in his ear. “Mommy knows what little mikey wants, what he needs, and what he can handle. Tonight, little mikey is going to be little michelle, an adorable little baby girl who isn't potty trained. And Miss Sally is going to be Mommy, and we are going to be the absolute life of this Halloween party. Aren't we?” “Y... yes Mommy,” he whispered. “Good. Now it's time for Mommy to do little michelle's hair and makeup so she can be super adorable. And little michelle going to keep her eyes straight ahead until Mommy's all done, or else little michelle's going to have to be disciplined right before we go to the party, and little michelle doesn't want that, does she?” “No Mommy!” he said, much more assertively. His diaper rustled as he flinched, but it was just Sally taking his blindfold off. He faced the window, his eyes locked straight ahead, fighting with all his strength not to look down as Sally began to tug his hair this way and that, brushing and tying and humming merrily. He felt thin strips of cloth drape down his temples, teasing his imagination even further as Sally appeared in front of him with a makeup kit, dabbing on his cheeks, on his eyelids, and finally applying lip gloss to his trembling lips before she stepped back and smiled approvingly. “Hands out,” she insisted. He held his palms out to her, and she turned them over. He knew what she was about to do even before the powerful smell of nail polish wafted up to his nose. She was quick and efficient, hitting the nails with a blow dryer to speed the curing process before turning her attention to his feet, sliding long knee socks up his calves and buckling what thankfully were some sort of flats onto his feet. The anticipation was killing him, but his eyes stayed fixed on a tree outside the window, examining its twigs and branches and leaves as she worked. She popped up, looked him up and down, and smiled broadly. “Perfect!” she declared. “Little michelle ready to see how pretty she looks?” No, he wasn't. But he was. Desperate to see, but terrified. “Yes... Mommy,” he whimpered, trembling as she took his hand, stood him up, and walked him into the closet, turning him to face the full-length mirror. What he saw was horrifying, humiliating, and erotic beyond his wildest imagination. There stood a girl of not much more than nine, blond hair in adorable little pigtails tied up in pink ribbons that cascaded down just in front of her ears, with blushing pink cheeks, soft purple eye shadow, and candy pink lips, all of which perfectly coordinated against the pink satin romper that cascaded down her chest, with little purple teddy bears dancing along its hem, which landed just above her knee. The little girl in the mirror's bottom lip trembled as her eyes darted around, noticing all the subtle details of her outfit, from the puffy white sleeves of her blouse to the delicate pink bows on her knee socks and the bright brass buckle of her pink Mary Janes. And Mike's erection strained against his padding. Painfully. Agonizingly. The little girl in the mirror shifted uncomfortably, and her diaper rustled in response, but not as loud as her romper dress as it twirled subtly with each of his movements. “Aren't you the prettiest little thing?” Sally said as her face appeared next to the blushing little girl's face, Sally's hands clasping on her shoulders while Mike felt the weight of anvils drop onto his. The little girl's knees buckled a little, but she kept her feet. “Yes... Mommy...” the girl mouthed as the words escaped Mike's lips. “No no, tell me what you see, baby.” “I'm... a... pretty little girl, Mommy,” the girl said, in Mike's voice. “Yes you are. Oh, and look – even your little underwear is coordinated!” Sally reached down, and the little girl fidgeted as the front of her dress came up to reveal a huge pink diaper, with little silhouettes of princesses in dresses, purple and blue, with little purple and blue stars and hearts dancing between them. “Don't you love your new underwear, baby?” she whispered, pressing her hand against Mike's manhood and stroking up and down. The girl in the mirror bucked and strained at the touch, her mouth gaping subtly as her eyes widened and rolled back, and seconds later, Mike came. Almost immediately after the orgasm was over, to his horror, Mike peed uncontrollably. 4 Sally grinned widely as Mike's diaper first began to twitch and spasm, then slowly warm and swell. The spell had taken effect, but the real magic was just beginning. And, thanks to his delightfully thick and noisy underwear, Mike would be blissfully unaware of what was happening. “Oh my, did my baby girl have an accident?” she cooed. “Does she need her little diaper changed already?” Mike was still entirely too stunned to process the situation, and he automatically responded, “Y... yes Mommy!” His orgasm had been powerful, nearly mind-blowing, but as shocking as the loss of bladder control was, the sensation that accompanied it had eclipsed the ejaculation. He nearly passed out from the intensity of the feeling of hot urine pouring out of him, spilling down the front of his member, and being absorbed by the thirsty padding surrounding it, which swelled in response, heightening the pleasure. And now, confused, terrified, but overwhelmed with an endorphin rush like he'd never experienced before, those were about all the words he was capable of forming at this point. His legs wobbled as Sally led him out of the closet and back to the bed. “My goodness, isn't it lucky Mommy decided to get her baby girl new underwear for this party!” Sally scolded playfully as she gently pushed Mike back down onto the bed. “Your pretty new dress would be ruined, wouldn't it?” “Yes, Mommy,” came the meek, unsure reply. She flipped the skirt up and ripped the tapes loose as he lay there, limp as a ragdoll. “Oh my my my,” she said. “What a mess my baby girl has made! Maybe Mommy needs to get the cock ring tonight, or we'll be changing diapers all night long, huh?” “No Mommy!” he pleaded, panicked at the idea of having to wear that accursed thing. “Aw, it's okay, baby,” she soothed as she took a cool wet wipe and cleaned up his rapidly sagging penis, stifling a laugh as he shivered at the touch. “Mommy's not going to spoil your fun tonight, as long as you're a good little girl.” “I'll be good, Mommy! I promise!” Desperation had driven his voice to a near squeak, and it was a struggle for her not to burst into peals of laughter. “You'll be a good what?” she prodded. “I'll be a good baby girl!” “Alright, then. No nasty cock ring for my sweet little baby Michelle. Just a nice clean diaper to keep her little messes where they belong.” For Mike, this was just yet another round of conflicting feelings rolling into the raging storm within his mind. He hadn't even begun to process the fact that he was to be paraded about like this in front of God knew who, likely a large number of Sally's friends and associates. But the idea of spending the next seven or eight hours strapped in a cock ring while experiencing this previously unfathomable level of humiliation, knowing how excited he was already getting by it, was unconscionable. So there was relief as Sally changed his... the diaper, but the fact that it was being replaced by another just like it, one that he would have on at the party, one that was at great risk of being exposed, considering the length of this... oh god, this DRESS, this dress that looked like it belonged on a kindergartner going to her first fancy party... His thought pattern spiraled out of control once more, and his mind feebly grabbed hold of the only comfort available, that of the soft, dry padding Sally was now wrapping around his middle. Comfortable, soft, like a great big hug around his crotch. Clean. Dry. Comfortable... “Now, if you have to go potty again when we're at the party, Mommy expects you to ask, baby,” Sally's admonishment stunned him out of his thoughts again. “Just because you're wearing a diaper as part of your costume, doesn't mean Mommy wants to be changing wet and dirty diapers all night,” she added. Of course, that was exactly what she already knew she'd be doing, but he didn't need to know that. “Yes Mommy,” he mumbled. Mike was too much on autopilot, Sally decided. She needed to snap him back into the present. She sat him up and flipped the hem of his dress back down, spreading it across his thighs. “So, what does little michelle think of Mommy and baby's costumes?” she prodded. “I... I...” Mike could scarcely process the question, never mind answer. “Is Mommy pretty?” “Yes! Mommy's very pretty! I love your costume, Mommy!” “Is baby michelle pretty?” she asked slyly. “I... yes... I'm... pretty too, Mommy...” he offered with much less conviction. “Yes you are, baby,” she encouraged. “Do you like feeling pretty?” The noise in his head suddenly quieted on this singular question. Do I like this? “I... I don't know, Mommy...” Sally was determined. With an arm around his waist, she pulled him back to a stand and took him back to the mirror in the closet, standing beside him smartly. “What do you see, baby?” “I see...” Mike knew the answer, but forming the words was hard. Admitting it was hard. “I see a beautiful Mommy and...” he trailed off. “And?” “And an adorable little girl.” “That's you, baby. How does it feel to be an adorable little girl, with a pretty dress that matches her Mommy's dress, all ready to go to a party?” Indeed, the pink accents in Sal... Mommy's dress set off perfectly against Mike's bright and colorful outfit. He was adorable. He wasn't really Mike anymore, at least not where anyone could see, he was Michelle, an adorable little girl who just peed in her diaper and enjoyed it. And enjoyed her Mommy changing her diaper, and very much enjoyed being in a dry, clean diaper now. And he was positively terrified of what the evening held in store for him. But in this strange moment, in this brief calm amid the storm, he finally found an answer to this question. “I love you, Mommy. Thank you for my pretty party dress... and my pretty new underwear... and for cleaning up my messes for me...” “You're very, very welcome baby,” Sally said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek, careful to avoid the heavy blush she applied earlier. “Mommy loves baby michelle too. And Mommy and baby michelle are going to have so much fun tonight! You just wait.” And at that moment, he knew his answer was the right one. 5 Two hours later, as Sally led him out to the Escalade, wobbly, slightly bow-legged, and back to being a nervous wreck, Mike wasn't so sure of that answer anymore. Sally touched up his makeup before they left, reassuring him the whole time that this was going to be the most fun Halloween party ever. But deep inside, he was quite sure that fun she spoke of would be had by others, at his expense, far more than he would be enjoying himself. Of course, Sally knew otherwise. Yes, her little pet was going to be humiliated tonight, but that was largely going to be his own doing. Between the magic she had woven and the plans she'd already made with other party-goers, little mikey was going to have the time of his life in between the blushing and the self-consciousness. And, Sally felt certain, little mikey was going to take rather well to being little michelle on a more permanent basis. “Wait... what are we doing here?!” Mike protested as they pulled up in front of the strip club. It wasn't long ago he'd been a regular here; the last thing he wanted was to be seen like this by people that might recognize him! “Relax, baby,” Sally chided. “It's a private party. Invite only. None of your little drunk friends from back then will be here, only our best customers, the girls, and us.” “But...” “Has Mommy ever harmed you, baby?” she cut him off swiftly. “No.” “You are going to have the time of your life tonight, baby, so long as you play the role your little costume is supposed to convey.” Truth be told, he felt like a scared little girl right now, vulnerable, afraid. “I... Yes Mommy...” he stammered. “Mommy's not going to let anything bad happen to you tonight, baby. I promise.” She turned his trembling chin to face her. “Do you believe me, baby?” “Y... yes Mommy...” “No you don't,” she scolded gently. “What has been the nature of our relationship up to this point, Michael?” Mike was stunned at this very sudden and very serious question. “You... you're the Domme, I'm the subbie,” he ventured. “It's much more than that, and you know it,” she replied curtly. “You're my Mistress, and I am your slave,” he admitted. “I live to serve you.” “Yes, and every step that we've taken together on that journey has involved me showing you secret desires you never knew you had, right?” “Yes...” “Tonight is a very special night, Michael. Not only are we dressing up in fancy clothes and going to a party, but the very nature of our relationship is different tonight. Tonight, instead of servicing my needs and desires and forgetting your own in exchange for my affection, I am taking care of your needs and desires. Tonight, in exchange for making yourself vulnerable, for willingly giving me control over every aspect of your being, you will want for nothing, and I will give you pleasure without pain, and I will show you more secrets in your heart that you didn't know were there, but I always have. “Do you remember what you saw in that mirror today?” she continued. “Yes... Miss... I mean... Mommy... I mean...” Mike was confused by the way Sally addressed him, but more overwhelmed by her words, the realization of how she had been treating him since she taped that first diaper around his middle. “What did you see, baby?” Sally said, leading him back where she wanted him to go. “I saw... a pretty little girl...” “You didn't see a man dressed up as a little girl?” “No... Mommy...” “That's right. And neither will anyone else at this party, so long as you be that little girl tonight. Be the little girl who needs her Mommy to do everything for her, and no one will ever know that little baby michelle is really little mikey, Miss Sally's slave boy. And just for tonight, Mommy will spoil her little girl rotten. How's that sound?” “I... I think I'd like that, Mommy,” he managed. Well, he liked the parts about Sally taking care of him, and he liked the idea of her spoiling him for a night anyway. Be the little girl in the mirror. It was a simple request. The little girl in the mirror was wearing thick diapers under her party dress because her Mommy didn't want her to have accidents and make messes. And she'd already had an accident and made a mess that evening. So clearly she needed them. Her Mommy was right. “I have one more thing to add to your little costume,” Sally said, reaching into her purse. “I think you'll find it very helpful to calm your little nerves and remind you to be that adorable little baby girl.” Out came a pacifier, with a white mouth guard and a powder-pink ring. Attached to the ring was a delicate-looking strip of lace, and on the other end of that strip was a pastel purple suspender clip. Mike blushed deeply, but didn't argue as Sally attached the clip to his collar, leaving the pacifier to dangle at his chest. “Now, when you feel scared, or nervous, or excited, or confused, you just suckle on that, and it will help you calm down. I promise. Right now, though, we don't want to muss up your pretty pink lipstick unless we absolutely have to, do we?” “No Mommy...” “Good girl. You sit right there and Mommy come get you, okay?” “Yes Mommy...” And with that, Sally exited the driver's side, swiftly came around to the passenger's, and, to Mike's surprise, hoisted him off the seat, plunking him on his feet next to her before closing the door. She grasped his hand and tossed the keys to the waiting valet, who chuckled a bit before climbing in and driving off. “Baby walk with Mommy, or shall I carry you?” she teased. “I'll walk, Mommy!” he squeaked. The bouncer at the door smiled broadly as he held it open for them. “Good evening, Miss Sally,” he boomed in a deep baritone voice. “And to you, Travis,” she replied, tucking a twenty into the pocket of his smart black button-up shirt. “Thank you, Ma'am,” he said as Sally led Mike through the door. She set an easy pace for him across the lobby, thankfully, but even so he found himself stumbling as he tried his best not to waddle in the thick undergarment, feeling very self-conscious as he and Sally were fawned over by the hostess. He recognized Jennifer immediately, recalling the fantasies he'd even had about her before Sally swooped into his life, and inside he worried that she remembered him as well, despite Sally introducing him as her cousin and assuring the striking beauty that “she” was indeed of legal age, despite the costume. The music from inside the bar was booming as Geoffrey stepped aside and opened the door for the pair, and Mike suddenly felt very lightheaded as they walked into the chaotic scene. His knees buckled, and the world began to spin. “Michelle? Are you okay?” Sally's worried voice rang in his ear. “I... I'm not sure... Mommy...” 6 “Healing thoughts sent in flight, bring the brightest of blessings this very night, Surround my child with healing light, As above, so below.” The words whispered through Mike's mind as he opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a couch just a few feet back from Pervert's Row. Sally sat to his left, an arm around his shoulder, her other hand on top of both of his, which were in his lap. To his right, another woman he didn't recognize, in an elaborate fairy costume complete with wings and a tiara atop her straw-colored hair, had her hand atop Sally's. A third woman, donning tiger stripes and painted-on whiskers across her ebony cheeks, was at his feet, her hand atop them all. These couldn't be dancers who worked here, unless they'd been hired in the six months or so since he became Sally's pet, since the last time he'd been in this building. “Well hello there, cutie-pie!” Sally cheered as he opened his eyes. Smiles and chuckles surrounded him as he began to get a grip on his surroundings. “Did someone get a little dizzy?” “Yes, Mommy,” he managed, which brought delighted squeals from the other two women. “Oh my god, you are just so freakishly adorable! I want one, Sally!” “Me too! Where on earth did you find her?!” “Hush, ladies, the poor thing is just getting her little bearings!” Sally scolded. “Michelle, I want you to meet my very special friends, Suzanna,” she paused, and the one directly in front of him offered a little wave, “and Rachelle.” The one to his right grasped his arm and gave it a squeeze. “They were very helpful when you had your little spill back there. Can you say hello?” “H... hello Suzanna... and Rachelle.... thank you... for helping my Mommy take care of me...” That resulted in another round of squeals, not to mention two hugs that seemed awfully close to inappropriate to Mike, both women pulling his head directly into their chests as they praised him for being such a polite little girl. Mike looked nervously at Sally, fearing some repercussion for such sexually forward behavior, but she seemed unfazed by it. Of course, he found himself with another erection as a result, and couldn't help but squirm a bit as the two women took their leave, flitting off into the crowd together laughing and joking. This was really the first chance Mike had to get a look at the crowd. The first thing he noticed was that the vast majority of them were female. There had to be a hundred or more people in here, and he could count the number of men that weren't employees on two hands! Some of them he recognized; he'd seen them on stage plenty, but most were complete strangers, with or without masks, in their elaborate costumes. A waitress appeared out of the midst of the crowd, a tall brunette in an absolutely perfect replica of a Playboy Bunny outfit. She greeted Sally with respect, but fawned all over Mike, just like the others had. “So what are we drinking?” she asked after she'd gotten a pinch on Mike's cheek, making him blush again. “Cosmo for me, Maker's and coke for this little cutie,” Sally replied, leaving Mike stunned. He hadn't drank bourbon since he was a regular here; at most he'd have a glass of wine with her when she allowed it. How did she know that was his usual? “Oh my goodness, what's a little angel like you doing drinking a big grown-up drink like that?!” the waitress chirped. “Sure you wouldn't rather have a Shirley Temple?” Mike shook his head with a cringe. “She's very fussy,” Sally offered, “and she's in the party mood tonight, isn't she?” Sally turned to him expectantly. “Yes Mommy,” he mumbled. Once upon a time, getting this much attention from so many beautiful women would put him straight over the moon, but dressed as he was, under the watchful eye of his Misstress... or... Mommy, he felt like he was under a microscope, and in the back of his head there was still a nagging voice that said they all knew, they all could tell that it was the grown man everyone knew as Mike underneath all these ruffles, and they all knew what he had on under the dress, too. Of course, Sally knew what was rattling around in Mike's head as well. But she had bigger plans in store, plans that necessitated getting a few stiff drinks in him, before the party could hit its... climax. Half an hour later, just after the waitress brought their second round, Mike finally seemed like he'd settled down a bit and at least gotten accustomed to the steady stream of party-goers greeting Sally and complementing them on their costumes, some more emphatically than others. It was time for the second act of this little play. She stood up and smiled down at him. “Alright, baby, Mommy has a little thing she needs to take care of. You be good girl while I'm gone?” Mike was horrified. “Wait, where are you going, Mommy?!” he whined. “The girls are going to dance for our VIP guests tonight, and I need to emcee for a little bit. I won't be gone long, I promise.” “But... what if I have to go to the bathroom?” he whisper-yelled, trying not to make a further spectacle of himself. “Oh don't worry. If you can't wait until Mommy gets back, she has spares in her purse,” She patted her large handbag sitting next to him on the bench, kissed his forehead, and strode off through the crowd, then reappeared climbing the back stares onto the tall podium, thirty feet above the floor below, a number of girls following after and lining up at the stairs leading down onto the lighted stage. Morbidly curious, Mike peeked into the bag. Sure enough, there at the bottom lay two huge diapers and a travel-pack of wipes. He closed it up quickly and very self-consciously tugged at the hem of his dress. He tried to close his legs, but the bulk between them was far too massive for that to be comfortable. Crossing them was no help either, so he sighed and took a sip of his drink, blushing fiercely as he looked around the room. “Ladies and gentlemen!” Sally boomed into a wireless microphone, and the crowd quieted. “I want to thank you all for coming to our quiet little get-together here tonight. Hope everyone's enjoying themselves!” A loud cheer erupted in response. “Wonderful! Well, of course, here at the Atlantis, it wouldn't be much of a party if we didn't have dancers, would it?” More rowdy approval from the crowd. “Then by all means, let's hear it for Mandy and Melissa!” Another cheer rose, and the twins he'd seen grace this stage so many times together strutted down the staircase in matching sea-blue two-pieces with feathered masks across their eyes. Whistles and catcalls rose up from Pervert's row as the two girls went into their well-rehearsed routine, and Mike, for the first time all night, managed to forget himself a little bit as he sipped his drink and stared at the beautiful bodies writhing in sync on the twin poles at center stage, then taking their turns attending to the dollar-waving men and women on Pervert's Row. Sally's watchful eye remained locked on her fidgety little charge as she called off several more acts, a parade of women strutting down to the stage, working through their various routines, collecting their tips, then exiting directly into the crowd to offer their attention to those who weren't close enough to get a proper show. She smiled as he went rigid when she called the next name, “Tiger Lilly!” Aiko, or “Tiger Lilly”, wasn't your average dancer, and while the crowd always found the Asian girls exotic and tipped them well, was hardly an average Asian girl. Tall, well-busted, and very toned, her acrobatic act on the pole was as big an attraction as her forceful dance routine, projecting her aggressive femininity that made the horny toad regulars melt in their seats. Of course, there was only one such “regular” in this crowd, and both Sally and Aiko were well aware of this fact. So while Mike trembled in his little dress and pigtails, Aiko locked her eyes on him during her entire set, save the few minutes she spent gathering up bills off the stage floor before exiting. Mike, meanwhile, was transfixed while Tiger Lilly danced. He felt those eyes burn a hole straight through his middle, this powerful woman who molested him so many nights at home in his bourbon-soaked fantasies. And then, as she strutted down the side-stairs off the stage, the unthinkable happened. He quickly realized, he wasn't just imagining Tiger Lilly staring at him, she really was, because she came straight for him once she hit the floor, in her leather bikini bottom, the top having been discarded during her routine, and her fishnets and knee-high boots. He trembled as she closed in and bent down to his eye level, a few tiny inches from his face. “Are you being a good little girl?” she asked him seductively. Mike mouthed a few things, but all that came out were gasps, so he nodded his head nervously, his erection raging inside his diaper. “I bet you'd rather be a naughty one, wouldn't you?” she asked, looking up and down his chest. Mike shook his head fiercely. “No? Then I guess I'll just have to be naughty by myself, huh?” A rapid nod. “Here, have your little binky, baby, while Tiger Lilly gets naughty on you,” she said, picking up the pacifier and tucking it into his mouth as she mounted his lap, shoving her ample breasts into his face as he suckled furiously on the nipple and whimpered both his appreciation for this attention and his fear of Sally's repercussions later. Her hips ground against his thighs, and she massaged his face with her tits first, then grabbed him fiercely by the chin and licked his forehead. “What a good little girl you are,” she whispered in his ear before licking it, which drove him half out of his mind. Without warning, she reached under his dress and, as he cried out in protest from behind his pacifier, grasped the front of his diaper and began to grind it up against him. He squealed as she pressed her tits back into his face, hot humiliation amplifying the intensity of her sexual aggression, but to his shock, she didn't back off, she didn't even seem phased at his underwear. “Wittle baby like it when I do that to her?” she asked, pressing the soft padding hard against his throbbing member and stroking it while her whole body moved in rhythm. If Mike hadn't just had an orgasm a couple hours ago, he would have probably had one immediately right then and there, if not sooner, but instead Tiger Lilly just worked him over, teasing and stroking and grinding and squeezing until finally it happened. Except something was very wrong. Last time, it seemed as though he started peeing as soon as he was done. This time, he wasn't even finished before the flow began, and it seemed to heighten his orgasm even further, causing his whole body to shudder as his diaper grew hot and swelled. He whimpered and squeaked behind the mouth guard, biting down hard on the nipple as Tiger Lilly whispered, “Guess you were a naughty little girl after all, weren't you? I knew you could do it. I'll see you later, pretty little baby girl.” And with that, Aiko dismounted him and left him there. Breathing heavy, with beads of sweat and Tiger Lilly spittle running in rivulets down his cheeks, Mike couldn't even begin to process all the things that were wrong with what just happened. He dropped the pacifier out of his mouth and drained the half-full drink sitting next to him, safe and sound in its little cup-holder, and his waitress appeared seemingly from nowhere to replace it with a full one. “Th... thank you...” he stammered, taking a sizable swig and setting it down. Sally, meanwhile, smiled from her perch on the scaffold and nodded approvingly. “Oh, little Michelle, the fun is just beginning for you, baby girl...” 7 Mike finally got his wits about him after another drink, and he returned his attention to the girls on stage, though he was far less engaged now, his diaper rapidly cooling and the stickiness from his orgasm still pressing against his skin, which was decidedly uncomfortable, powder and cream or no. He'd managed to get his dress back down before anyone had seen the diaper, or at least if they had, no one had taken any notice of it. The swollen mass between his legs pressed them even farther apart now, to where he had no choice but to spread them in a decidedly unladylike fashion. As a result, he found himself fidgeting with the hem of the dress quite regularly, pulling it down in his lap, praying no one could see the embarrassing underwear, especially now that it was wet. Meanwhile, Sally was drinking this all in with sadistic pleasure, watching the pitiful thing's eyes dart to and fro, making himself completely obvious with all his grabbing and pulling. She was so fixated, she had to continually remind herself to keep at least one eye on the girls so she didn't miss her timing on announcing the next one. By the time the waitress brought Mike his fourth drink a mere thirty minutes later, Sally decided he was ready for another round of something else. She whispered something to the tall, buxom blonde standing third in the line, then stepped out to announce her. Mike's eyes bulged as that name was called; Svetlanna, the Moscow Mistress as she was known, was a nearly burly woman, formerly a competitive weightlifter, though she had long stopped her bodybuilding routines in favor of allowing her once-ripped physique to soften a bit, presenting a well-chiseled but still feminine appearance. Most of her act was demonstrations of her strength, regularly and effortlessly dragging denizens of The Row up onto the stage to be used as her playthings during her act, climbing the pole and hoisting them up with her under their arms while she held on with her legs. Oh, and the girly boys all loved when she'd incorporate bodybuilding poses into her act. So did Mike. He used to dream of her having her way with him, pinning him to the bed, tossing him around like a rag doll while he helplessly submitted to her whims and demands. All those little fantasies came rushing back as the fierce blonde stormed out on stage and began her performance. It took a little doing to get Svetlanna here tonight, on account that she had moved across the country several months before, but for Sally it was worth every second of what was about to happen. The woman's routine was short and sweet, skipping over her usual drafting of volunteers, and when she exited the stage, she too made a beeline straight for the trembling sissy. Sally's only regret was that she didn't add a wireless mic to her little slave's costume so she could hear the exchanges. “Vat in the world is a dainty little girl like you doing in such a place?” Svetlanna demanded in Mike's ear as she straddled his lap, a fistful of his collar locked firmly between her fingers. “I... I...” Mike couldn't even form words at this point, his mind reeling as this incredibly powerful woman leered in his face. “I should take you over my knee for being such a naughty thing! But you'd like that, wouldn't you?” she growled low. Mike could only nod his head as he trembled under her grip. She shoved him back into the seat and slapped him across the face with her tits. The force of the blow took Mike by surprise, and he cringed a bit, even as his member, barely recovered from being molested by Tiger Lilly, jumped right back to attention. “Oh yes, you'd just love it if I took you right up on stage and spanked your naughty little bottom in front of all these people, wouldn't you? That'd be the thrill of your life, wouldn't it?” He shook his head fiercely in panic. No, the last thing he wanted was to show what by now had to be two hundred people his soggy, diapered bottom. “Vhat's wrong, naughty little girl? Are you worried someone might get a peek at your naughty little lady parts?” She pushed right past his trembling hands in his lap and made a grab between his legs, catching a squishy handful of plastic. “Oh, so you're vorried about everyone finding out what a little baby you are, is that it? And a very wet little baby from what I can tell. Perhaps Mama Svetlanna should take you to the back and change your soggy little diaper for you?” she sneered as Mike helplessly gaped, mouth wide open, trying to form words. “Vood you like that, little baby girl?” She began rhythmically pressing the sodden mass against Mike's raging erection as she continued, “Oh, yes, I'm sure you'd love for Mama to take your nasty diaper off and spank your naughty little bottom, wouldn't you?” She slapped his thigh hard enough to elicit a yelp. “Varm that little ass right up, make the baby cry, then put a clean diaper on her, maybe make her stand in the corner for a while. But first, I should take that dress right off you and take you up on stage, show everyone vut a nasty little baby girl you are. How'd you like that, baby?” Another fierce slap, but this time Mike's head was swimming as he neared yet another climax as she continued to grind the padding forcefully against him. His breath came in staccato gasps as she leaned in and bit his ear lobe. “That's it, baby. Make Mama a big mess in your filthy little diaper. Go ahead. Do it. Come for Mama,” she chanted low. And Mike did exactly as he was instructed. Except... Mike would have looked down if he hadn't been pinned to the back of the bench by this hulking beauty, because between his legs, something bizarre was happening. What he felt was the intensely pleasurable sensations of an orgasm, but all that was coming out of him was hot urine, first in spurts, then in a steady flow, warming the sodden mass right back up. “Vut a nasty, nasty little baby you are,” Svetlanna sneered. She lightly slapped his cheek as he gasped for air. “Pissing in your little diaper while Mama tries to play vit you. Horrible, nasty little girl. You just wait, Mama will be back, to give you exactly vut you deserve, little brat.” She slapped him again, harder, then dismounted him and stalked away, leaving him in a heap on the bench, dazed, confused, drained, and humiliated, with his dress hiked up more than enough to show off his swollen plastic underwear to any passer-by who cared to look. Realizing this last part rather suddenly, Mike scrambled back into the most modest sitting position he could muster, pulling his skirt down and draining the last of his drink in hopes of steadying his fraying nerves. The booze was definitely getting to his head, but at this point, all he could do was pray Sally would get back here soon, take him into the back somewhere, and get him out of this disgusting diaper. Dear God, what would she do when she saw this much piss? She might force him to wear these things longer than the duration of this party! Worse, with the messes he'd made, she might put that horrible cock ring back on him as well! He shuddered at how angry Sally typically became when he came without permission. No, whatever reaction she had to his spew all over himself would surely be far worse. She'd thrash him for that, and there wouldn't be any aftercare at all. Self-pity rose up in him as he accepted another drink unbidden from the waitress, dreading another night in the cage, probably more, unable to get comfortable on account of the welts he'd have on his backside. Of course, Sally already knew what she'd be finding in that diaper. In fact, she knew more than he did. But let him squirm. Let him fear her wrath. Anticipation is half the fun, after all. She focused on finishing up the stage act, stealing occasional glances at him twisting around on the bench vainly trying to get comfortable with an inner tube full of his own piss wrapped between his legs, knowing the apex of little Michelle's coming-out party was yet to arrive. And oh, when it did, it would be something for all involved to remember. But all that had to wait, sadly. And so Sally focused on trotting the girls out there, one after another. Forty minutes later, the first set was over. And act two of the transformation could now proceed. The last girl left the stage to go troll for lap dance tips, which were surprisingly easy to come by; the women in attendance seemed to enjoy this sort of attention every bit as much as the scattered few men. Sally confidently strolled down the same stairs, smiling and waving and shaking hands as she exited the stage on the side opposite from Mike, content to let him stew in his own juices for a bit longer while she greeted guests and hobnobbed. She worked her way patiently around the perimeter before sidling up next to the still-blushing little whelp with a smile. She could see in his eyes that he was either outright drunk or not far from it. Perfect. Disinhibition would make things move just that much smoother. “And did my baby girl behave herself while Mommy was gone?” she chirped. He nodded. “Yes Mommy,” he offered weakly. She feigned surprise. “Are you sure? You sure are acting like a little girl who got into trouble. Do we need to go potty?” He blushed deeper, and his head dropped further. “No Mommy.” She leaned in tight and whispered, “Does that mean we need a diaper change?” “Y... yes Mommy.” She drank deeply of his humiliation, savoring his agony at this admission. But she wanted more. “Then someone needs to ask Mommy nicely, unless that someone wants to sit in a wet diaper all night.” Her whisper was seductive, but with a subtle edge of menace, just enough to spur him into action. He looked up at her with pain in his eyes, but her face remained steely. “I... I mean... M... Mo... Mommy...” he choked on the words, and she had to fight hard to suppress her smile. “What is it, baby?” she said firmly. “W... will... you... pl... please... change my... d... di... diaper Mommy?” Glorious. Even all the booze he'd soaked up couldn't stop tears from forming in his eyes. “Oh, don't cry, baby girl,” she cooed, wiping them away with a flick of her thumb, “Mommy get you all cleaned up in a jiffy. Let's see if we can find someplace nice and quiet.” She grabbed her purse, latched onto his arm, and nearly jerked him to a stand. “Keep your chin up, baby, unless you want everyone to figure out what we're doing,” she admonished as she led him through the crowd into one of the private dance rooms. “Now lie down, sweetie,” she instructed. He was very, very slow and deliberate, bouncing his eyes between her and the floor, and she knew why, but she doubted he was ready to admit it. “Unless we don't want a diaper change after all?” “I do Mommy!” he said quickly, dropping to the ground and lying back, eyes averted from her. She pulled the wipes, powder, and one of the spare diapers from her purse, reveling in his fear. He flinched as she ripped each of the tapes loose and pulled it down. He had certainly made a mess of himself, but she had to work at putting on a facade of shock. “You weren't a good girl at all, were you?!” she snapped, swatting him hard on the thigh. “I'm sorry Mommy! The... the girls... they just came over and...” he begged. “Oh sure, blame it all on the other little girls at the party!” she cut him off. “Dirty little thing! I ought to get my strap!” “Please don't, Mommy!” he groveled. “I'm sorry!” He covered his face with his forearms, cowering. Another sharp swat to the thigh. “You should be sorry! Any other night of the year, I'd have you out there on the cross in just your nasty little diaper and a ball gag! Be lucky it's Halloween, little girl!” Sally was struggling not to laugh at this point as she quickly wiped down his now even smaller penis, paying special attention to the tiny, newly formed slit behind his tiny balls, which triggered a gasp from him and brought what was left of his dick to attention. She swatted his thigh again. “Nasty little thing, you think Mommy's here to tickle your dirty little pee parts?!” “No Mommy!” he yelped back, quivering. The erection subsided as quickly as it arrived, meekly disappearing into what now looked like the genitalia of a grade-school boy, certainly not a grown man. She quickly finished the job, powdering him thoroughly and taping him up, tossing his used one in the trash casually. She softened her tone then, grabbing his arms and pulling him into her lap. “It's alright, baby girl, Mommy knows how hard it is to be good all the time,” she whispered, rocking him and patting his bottom loudly and obviously. “Aren't you glad Mommy made you wear diapers to the party?” “Yes... Mommy...” he muttered. And truly, after all that happened, Mike was grateful. He was even more grateful to be in a dry, clean one now, but he was confused at how erratic Sally seemed to be behaving. At first he was sure she was going to savage him. Now she was suddenly all gentle again. His booze-addled brain couldn't process her moods, not that he was any better at it sober, so he dismissed the thoughts and just soaked up the attention. “Of course you are. Now, Mommy has to go and pay the girls, baby. Would you like to go back out and sit on the bench, or stay in here where it's safe and quiet?” “Could I stay here?” he asked hopefully. With the girls prowling around out there, and as forward as they seemed to be tonight, despite him not even having cash to tip with, the idea of accidentally crossing Sally again was downright terrifying. “Of course you can, baby. Why don't you go sit in the nice comfy chair and wait for Mommy to get back so we can go have fun together?” As Mike quickly scrambled into the plush chair in the corner of the room, Sally packed the supplies back into her purse and stood up. “Now be good girl while Mommy's gone, okay? I'll send the nice waitress to get you another drink.” “Yes Mommy,” he said confidently, “I'll be good!” I'm sure you will, Sally thought to herself as she strode out the door. Too bad there are so many naughty girls here who won't. 8 Outside, Sally waved to the waitress, who nodded her acknowledgment and turned back to the bartender. She made her down to the dancers' dressing room. Of course, Svetlanna and Aiko were there, chatting, and they both brightened when Sally entered. “Everything will be ready shortly; he's in number four,” she said, grinning subtly. The two women nodded and returned her smile, and Sally flitted through to her office for another, more important meeting. Mike sat in the plush chair, drinking his I-forgot-th Maker's and Coke, relieved to be away from the plying eyes out there, away from people who might see, might recognize him, might know that there was a man under this dress and diaper. For half an hour, the only person he interacted with was the waitress, and to her credit, she was damned attentive, bringing him two more drinks while he sat there, half trying to gather himself, half trying to inebriate himself to the point where he no longer cared. The latter half was winning this battle, for certain. In fact, he was getting quite comfortable in the soft cushions, sinking deeper, forgetting his modesty, when the door burst open, shocking him into a rigid stance, his knees pulled together as far as he could get them, what with the bulk of the (thankfully now dry) diaper between his legs. In walked Tiger Lilly, a seductive smile on her face, with Svetlanna directly behind, both clad in skin-tight leather one-piece bikinis and tall boots to match. What was left of his feeble penis stood straight at attention as they marched in. “Oh look,” Tiger purred, “It's the naughty little babygirl I left in a puddle tonight. Did your mommy come and change your little diaper for you, baby?” “I... I mean... Uh...” Mike stammered, but Tiger didn't wait for an answer, darting straight over to him, lifting his dress, and slowly running her hand up and down his crotch, eliciting a loud crinkle from there and a series of gasps from him. “Oooooh, you're all cleaned up, aren't you, baby?” “Zho vee can make her all messy again,” Svetlanna mocked as she approached, grabbing Mike by the chin. “Dirty little zhing, she'd much rather be naughty and messy, vouldn't she?” “N... n....” was all he could manage. Sally had been kind the last time she'd seen the aftermath of these two in his diaper, but certainly she'd be furious if it happened again! His protests were interrupted rapidly by Svetlanna's lips on his own, and her tongue in his mouth as Tiger continued to stroke the front of his diaper. He could do little other than squeak as Tiger's hand worked her magic, pressing the soft fabric against his tiny but very stiff and sensitive member. Svetlanna finally released him from her kiss and licked her lips. “Naughty little zhing, you don't need kisses, you need spankings, don't you?” Without waiting for a response, she shoved her chest into his face, straddling his lap as Tiger backed off. “Hey, I was having fun there!” Tiger protested as Svetlanna easily manipulated poor Mike's head around with the slick leather corset. “Ve don't vant zhe babygirl to go filling her little diaper back up right avay, do ve?” She trapped Mike's face and, as if for emphasis, flopped it back and forth as he moaned and squealed underneath. “Zat's right, little girl, tell the big bad tiger that she has to be patient!” “I'm... mmmmf... thirsty!” Mike managed, desperately trying to find a way to back the two dominating women off him for a minute and collect his scattering, increasingly drunken thoughts. “You are?!” Svetlanna cooed. “Vell here, baby, drink up your little drink!” She grabbed his cup from its holder in the chair arm and roughly pushed it to his lips, tipping it up quickly. Mike tried to gulp it down as fast as she poured, but he helplessly choked, horrified as his neck and the collar of the dress got soaked. “Look at zhis messy baby, spilling her drink all over herself!” the Russian woman spat as she jumped off his lap. “She needs a bib!” “Well of course she does, trying to drink out of a big-girl cup like that!” Tiger scolded. “Poor baby! Svetlanna, go find the waitress and tell her to bring us a washcloth so we can clean her up!” “Fine, zhen!” Svetlanna sulked. “Both of you better behave yourselves while I'm gone, or zere vill be trouble!” With that, she stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. From Mike's perspective, even as bewildered and intoxicated as he was, he was also pretty certain trouble was already here. If Sally walked in on this mayhem, god only knew how many nights he'd be spending in the cage with a backside full of welts. He didn't have long to dwell on that thought, though. “Now that mean old Svet's gone, Mama Tiger can take care of you proper,” the towering Japanese woman cooed, sliding into the chair and pulling Mike into her lap. “I... Tiger... I...” he stammered. “Shush you,” she interrupted, shoving his face into her breast and holding it there as her free hand found its way back under his dress. “Mama take good care of the baby girl now.” He squeaked and moaned helplessly as she massaged the front of his diaper. “There, isn't that nice?” After what seemed like an eternity of Tiger's teasing, a knock on the door gave Mike a breath of air. “We're a little busy in here!” Tiger sang. “Special delivery!” It was the waitress. “Oh, come on in, then!” The waitress came in, but to Mike's horror, she carried a pink baby bottle with a huge, oversized nipple attached on her tray, along with the requested washcloth. “Maker's and Coke for the baby!” “Oh thank you so much!” Tiger cooed, taking the washcloth. The waitress offered a curtsy as she grabbed the remains of Mike's last drink, depositing the bottle in the cup holder and sashaying back out of the room. Tiger unbuttoned the front of his dress and slowly and seductively ran the warm washcloth from his chin down to his hairless chest and back. “Tiger... please...” he begged, squirming at the stimulating sensations. “Oh yes, Mama Tiger knows, baby girl is thirsty!” She tossed the rag aside, snatching the baby bottle up and tucking it into his mouth as he protested incoherently. “Uh-uh, drink it all up, baby!” she scolded. Mike had no other option, really, what with the nipple steadily leaking into the back of his throat. God, if Sally saw him in Tiger Lilly's lap; drunk or not, he needed to get this over with. He sucked furiously on the huge nipple, gulping the drink down as fast as he could, while Tiger offered encouragement. He was nearly finished when the door suddenly burst open, and he squeaked, shutting his eyes in terror. To his surprise, however, Mike didn't hear Sally's familiar voice. Instead, it was Svet's booming voice, “So, I leave for five minutes and here you are spoiling the little brat?” “Aw, she was just thirsty, weren't you, you adorable little thing?” said Tiger, popping the now-empty bottle out of his mouth and showing it to Svet. “Vell good, at least she von't be making any messes on the change of clothes I brought for her,” said Svet. “I'm sure Brianna vould be quite upset if you spilled your drink all over the pretty dress she vas nice enough to let you borrow for the rest of the evening!” Mike lay there, mouth agape, as Svet produced a spaghetti-strap pink satin babydoll. “Now, let's get her out of that soggy thing before her Mommy sees what a mess she made!” And then Tiger turned on him. Begging, pleading, and squirming, Mike desperately protested as the two women restrained him and removed the Lolly dress, leaving him in nothing but the pink diaper on his waist. His head was swimming now, though what was left of his penis was fully erect, creating a tiny but very obvious tent in the front. “Well will you look at this, Svet?!” Tiger cackled, stroking the front of Mike's diaper while pinning him against the wall. “This little girl has parts she's not supposed to!” “And she's missing some parts too!” Svet added. “Look at that pathetic chest!” “Please...” he begged. “I don't... I can't...” “Shut up, sissy boy!” Svet cut him off, forcefully shoving the discarded pacifier into his mouth and giving him a solid slap on the cheek. Tiger backed off just long enough for Svet to pull the teddy over his head and push his arms between the straps. She slid in behind him, and Tiger wrapped herself around his front, staring fiercely into his eyes as the two of them began to grind on him, his still fully exposed diaper crinkling away as he squeaked incoherently into his pacifier. “That's it, baby,” Tiger whispered as his breathing quickened, “make a nice mess in your little diaper for Mommy!” Her hand clenched around his member while Svet reached under to stroke behind his sack. Then it all happened at once. His bladder let loose as he reached climax, and his legs went to jelly, collapsing backward onto Svet. Meanwhile, the door burst open, and in walked Sally, a wry grin on her face. As the pacifier fell away from his face, the room began to spin, and he dropped to the floor, still peeing as the scene began to fade to black. The last thing he saw was Sally's smiling face above him. “Looks like my little girl got good and naughty tonight, huh?” 9 Ere the dawn of the morning sun Let past and future become one This Samhain's mischief ne'er to be undone As above, so below Mike awoke with a pounding headache, the sunlight boring into his squinting eyes like a power drill. What a bizarre dream that was! Sally, Tiger Lilly, Svetlanna, and those other two women... what were their names?! They were standing over him in a circle and chanting as he helplessly wet his... diaper? And then the part where he grew breasts and a vagina! Then Sally carried him into the house and changed him, then put him in a... His hand reached out and touched wooden bars, and panic filled him. He must still be dreaming... right?! Both hands came to his chest and touched soft satin, which covered two small but very sensitive mounds of flesh. His eyes shot open, and he started to sit up. A rustle at his groin, and the feeling of plastic between his thighs filled him with horror. Then his bladder began to empty, accompanied by a powerful tingling sensation that sent shivers through him. He couldn't even concentrate to try and stop the flow of moist heat spreading throughout his crotch area. Now he was fully awake, headache or no, and his eyes were wide as saucers as they darted around, trying to process the scene before him. He was sitting in what had to be every bit of a six-foot-tall crib, painted a soft pastel pink. He still had on that pink babydoll from last night's party, the pacifier still attached and dangling from the collar, not to mention a now very swollen pink diaper underneath. The room itself looked vaguely like Sally's parlor, only all the furniture he used to clean on a twice-weekly basis was gone, replaced by a giant changing table with a small staircase next to it, this crib, an armoire, and a mysterious lidded wooden box, all painted the same pastel pink as the crib. “Miss Sally!” he shrieked, terrified and confused. “Miss Sally, where are you?!” Footfalls, getting closer. The door burst open. “Well good morning, little mikey!” Sally was grinning ear to ear. “Looks like someone needs a change!” “I... I don't want to wear diapers!” he said, forgetting himself for a moment. “What's happening?!” “Oh mikey, you've said that every morning since you lost your bladder control,” Sally replied as she strode toward the crib. Strange memories began to fill his head, memories of wetting his pants, of doctors saying things like “nerve damage” and “urinary sphincter” and “atrophy”. But how?! “But Miss Sally, I'm a...” “Mikey, I'm tired of telling you, you're not allowed to call me that anymore! What is my name?!” Sally threw her hands on her hips and stood back from the bars. More recall, now of Sally demanding that he call her Mommy since she had to change his diapers for him like a little sissy baby. Of Sally fucking him with a double-dildo while he lay face down on a puppy pad, pissing all over himself as he climaxed. “I'm... sorry... Mommy.” “That's better. Now, would you to come out and get your diaper changed and get dressed, or are you going to sit in there and pitch a fit?” “I... I want to come out... Mommy...” “That's much better, little sissy boy.” Sally stepped forward again, and Mike heard a motor whir as the bars began to slide down, collapsing to about a foot above the mattress. She reached out her arms, and he waddled forward on his knees and fell into them. She hoisted him out and onto his feet, and he knew what was expected next. “But I used to be a man, Mommy. What happened? When did I grow breasts?!” “My goodness, did you get bonked on the head at the party last night? You've always been a hermie, mikey. It was only after you had to start wearing diapers again that you started embracing your sissy baby side. I thought it was adorable, so I went along with it. Don't you remember us picking out this furniture for you, shopping for toys to fill your toybox and pretty little dresses and rompers for your closet?” Strange images filled his head. He helped her paint all this stuff! They picked outfits at some Lolita store online! What was it called? Angelic something... He remembered filling the toybox with stuffed animals, and a dollhouse, and... None of it made sense, but the memories were there, as clear as if they happened yesterday... Or last night... - End -
  9. This is a dark femdom story, with strong sexual content and cruelty. Please don’t read if the subject matter does not suit. Pathetic Sissy “Oh you are such a pathetic sissy!” Steve’s wife laughed and whooped as he shot semen over himself. His chest heaved with exertion. “A wank after every poopie nappy! What would all your girlfriends on Tinder say now if they could see you right now? And Nanny Smacks, what would she say? I know Nanny Smacks would laugh at you now for being such a dirty smelly boy!” Steve lay on the damp rubber surface of the changing table with his rubber pants bunched around his ankles. The wet and soiled terry nappy was open and his rapidly deflating penis still oozing ejaculate after his orgasm. Steve’s eyes watered over as June scraped the semen off his chest and stomach in a spoon. “Don’t cry Baby,” she ordered, holding the spoon to his lips. “You have nothing to cry about. You made your bed, now you will lie in it for the rest of your life. Now, open wide.. NOW!” The fierce change of tone brought an instant reaction from Steve who opened his mouth to allow June to dribble the semen into his mouth. “That’s better, Swallow. Good Boy!” she mellowed. “Now let’s get you into a clean nappy for Nana shall we?” ***** One month before, Steve’s world fell apart on a Saturday morning. Steve and June had been your Mr. and Mrs. Average in Suburbia. Steve working in a bank in the city and June was a stockbroker, working from home. He was 31 years old and 8 years older than his wife at her tender 23 years. They lived in a large detached house in the “Green Fields” area of town, subsidized heavily by June’s wealthy mother who lived a ten minute walk away. Mrs. Sarah Whiteman was a significant citizen in the borough, an influential member of the local council. She was well known for her charitable works with the local Church and the Red Cross. They had been sort of happy, entertaining once a week and being entertained once a week. They didn’t have sex very often as Steve had problems maintaining an erection and each event turned out feel like a chore to both of them. June found this puzzling and frustrating as she was a highly desirable woman who was not shy when it came to the bedroom activities. Her body clock was ticking and after 2 years of marriage, her mother was already wondering when her grandchildren would arrive. Steve worked very long hours at the bank but June tolerated this as she knew he valued his career highly. They did not need the money as their future was assured by the large inheritance that would come their way. When it came to sex, he almost never initiated it, and more often than not, appeared reluctant to whole heartily perform when she took the initiative. June sometimes wondered if he was gay. He was certainly ‘effeminate’ in his movements and speech. His thin body frame was light with no significant muscle development. She had never wanted an assertive husband, and fell in love with Steve’s rapid fire humour and his conversational skills. She enjoyed a governing role in their relationship, taking all domestic decisions and taking responsibility for Steve’s wardrobe. Shortly after they were married, she surprised him in the bathroom while he was wearing her panties. Initially he appeared embarrassed but quickly laughed it off as a lark. Other signs she had noticed were dried ‘crusty’ tissues under his side of the bed and white stains on his pyjamas. She was not that naive to realize that he was masturbating privately and this deeply troubled her. These ‘signs’ appeared regularly over the following months and she had challenged Steve about it but he had been angry and sulky over the accusations. Then recently, June discussed it with her mother who was equally shocked, but also very angry. “He’s hiding something from you,” she declared. “We have to find out what.” June was slightly disconcerted by her mother’s assumed involvement but said nothing. They spent that afternoon going through all his personal things to see if anything was out of place and they made a significant discovery. Sarah found a pair of female panties hidden at the back of Steve’s bedside table drawer. It was evident that they were unwashed. “Are they yours?” Her mother asked. June shook her head, holding the item disdainfully with thumb and forefinger. The lacy material was bunched and stuck together and the gusset stained with ‘female’ discharge. “They are damp and strong smelling. I think the smell is semen.” “Bastard! The pervert must be seeing someone else!” June seethed. Her mother put a restraining hand on her forearm. “Softly, we need to get into his phone and computer and find out all the facts so we can decide a course of action from a strong position,” she said. June nodded and warily replaced the panties back in the bedside drawer, closing only after taking a photo on her iphone. Two days later that infamous Saturday morning arrived. Steve, June and Sarah were drinking coffee around the kitchen table prior to doing their weekly shopping trip. Steve’s phone rang and jumped up to take the call in the hallway. June and her mother listened carefully but couldn’t get any idea about what was being said. He came back into the kitchen finishing up the call. “Ok.. yes, we will talk about it on Monday morning but you are right, the deal sounds great. Well done. .. Right.. bye then .” “Who was that then? June asked innocently. Steve sat and picked up his coffee. “That was the boss, Charles, telling me about a takeover happening next week.” June nodded, pretending to loose interest and started talking to her mother about what was on offer this weekend. Then the women had a stroke of luck. “Back soon,” Steve jumped up and rushed upstairs for his daily call of nature. Unluckily for him, he forgot to pick up his phone. Before the screen saver could kick in, June picked it up and hit the ‘home’ button and started scrolling through the contents. “What are you looking for?” June’s mother whispered conspiringly. “Everything and Anything,” she smiled, working intently. She worked quickly and silently. Both women heard the upstairs loo flush. “Mum,” June said. “It’s all here. Enough to hang him.” June steeled herself as Steve’s heavy footsteps sounded descending the stairs. *****
  10. My partner and I have recently been trying to come up with ideas to expand our roles for play. We usually play as ageplay switches: I'm daddy to her little girl sometimes, and sometimes she's mommy to my little boy. Diapers and spankings abound, and good times are had by all. We recently sort of realized that when I'm being a little boy, we rarely have penetrative sex though. Since that's kind of a necessary part of our sex life at the moment (trying for a kid), we wanted to see if there was an alternate kind of headspace we could get into. My own kink mainly centers around incontinence (whether structural or brought on by desperation) and erotic humiliation arising from it. My partner tends to like a power exchange kind of vibe, where dominance is being exerted. So I'll put it to you all: have you played with diapers and wetting outside of ageplay and how have you done so? Does anything occur to you as an obvious (or less obvious!) way that we could expand our horizons a little? Thanks for your time and consideration!
  11. Chloe Evans was sat at school with her friends. The class was biology which she found boring, she knew it was still an hour until lunchtime. Although she wasn't enjoying the class she wasn't sure if she wanted it to be lunchtime or not due to a group of seniors namely one called Amy White. Her and 2 of her friends Jess and Natalie were being given a tough time by the group of older girls. The girls were all 18 and knew what exactly what they could get away with. lunchtime quickly arrived, Chloe and her friends were stood by their lockers chatting, they were just about to head over to the cafeteria to get some lunch when they heard an all too familiar voice... "Hey baby girls what are you up to" the girls looked around "w w we were just going to get our lunch" Jess stuttered in reply "well before you go I've got a deal for the 3 of you, each of you give me $10 and I won't pick one of you losers to spread a rumour about that will ruin you" " but that's all we have to buy any lunch with" "we'll it's up to you then whether you mind the whole school thinking you still suck on a baby bottle in your spare time" replied Amy with an evil grin "oh my god why are you so mean we haven't done anything to you? "You've got exactly 5 seconds to all hand me the money" begrudgingly the girls handed Amy the money. Amy and her two pals Danielle and Brooke had everything the way they wanted. All 3 of them were gorgeous which had led to them all being on the cheerleading team. They were pretty much the 3 most popular girls in the whole school, Danielle and Brooke were both dating guys that were on the football team, Amy had held back from having a boyfriend although the captain of the team was head over heels in love with her, she had gone on a couple of dates and even kissed him a few times but had never gone any further which her friends could never understand. Her perfect figure, long blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes were enough to make any guy weak at the knees. The girls had become accustomed to their social position and felt they could look down on certain people that they didn't feel matched their social standing. They had seen the group of 3 sophomores who appeared to be "average girls" who never caused any trouble and pretty much kept themselves to themselves. These girls seemed like the sort that would probably be too scared to say anything to anyone and would keep quiet out of fear. Amy, Danielle and Brooke knew they could get away with belittling Chloe and her friends. A couple of times Chloe had even had to covered up marks out of fear of her mom seeing them when Amy had hit her for not doing as she said. It was now the end of lunchtime and Chloe, Jess and Natalie had all gone without eating. They sat chatting just before the next class started. "I can't believe how mean they are to us, those bitches are happy for us to go all day without eating just so they can keep our lunch money probably to spend it on make-up and clothes" said Chloe angrily "I wish there was a way of stopping them, if we told the teacher she would spread a mean rumour like what she said earlier" replied Natalie "that would be way too embarrassing to deal with" said Jess. The teacher then came in so they had to stop talking and listen. Eventually the end of the day came around, Chloe's mom picked up her. She couldn't wait to get home so she could get something to eat as she was starving. Chloe had a younger brother called Tyler who had to be picked up from Elementary school which was 5 mins down the road. Mom then reminded Chloe that Tyler had a hospital appointment at 4:15 so they would be going straight from school to the hospital. This annoyed Chloe as she was so hungry "but Mom I'm soooo hungry cant you drop me home" "I'm sorry love but we don't have time, you know how important this appointment is for your brother we don't want to risk missing it" "ok Mom" Chloe accepted she would just have to go with them to the appointment. She remembered Mom mentioning the appointment before, that it was with a specialist consultant to try and help with Tyler's bedwetting problem. As far as Chloe could remember Tyler had always had occassional problems with wetting the bed, it only happened once every one or two weeks but still that was often enough. she knew how embarrassing it must be for him and knew how much he wanted to stop it happening. She imagined if she had been the one with a bedwetting problem how humiliated she would have felt, but she knew that people her age don't wet their beds. They soon arrived at the hospital, they found their way to the correct department which was quite a long walk as it was upstairs and at the far end of the hospital. When they found the correct area Mom checked Tyler in for the appointment "hello I've got my son Tyler Evans here he's got an appointment with Dr. Johns at 4:15" the receptionist had a look on the computer and then responded "that's great, if you follow the corridor along and take a seat in the waiting area around the corner on the left" "thank you". Part 2 They took a seat where they were asked to by the receptionist. While they sat there a couple of young children and their parents went in for their appointments with other doctors in the same department. She wondered if all the kids she could see were here for similar problems. After a few minutes a doctor who Chloe recognised as Dr. Johns came around the corner and called "Amy White please" Hearing that name mentioned really got Chloe's attention, "surely not" she thought to herself. Chloe though it must just be a coincidence that someone must just have the same name as the girl from school. As she looked on she saw a girl appear from the seating area around the corner, she could see her side on and could clearly tell that it was indeed Amy White from school still in her uniform. The girl followed the doctor around the corner out of sight of the waiting area. She hadn't seen Chloe as the doctors office was in the opposite direction. Chloe quickly said to her mom that she was going to get something from the vending machine which was conveniently placed around the corner near Dr. Johns office. As she made her way around the corner she just saw the back of Dr. Johns as he walked into his office. As he walked in he pushed the door back in order to close it, but it didn't quite click shut and it then fell open by a few inches. She could hear he had sat at his desk. Thinking quickly she quickly got out her phone and turned on the sound recorder, checking no one could see her she then very carefully placed her phone on the ground inside the edge of the door. She knew it was risky but she was willing to take that chance. Chloe then sat in a chair which was right outside the door so she could listen in herself. She really didn't know what to expect to hear but she listened in as they began talking..... "Please take a seat. So Amy when did I last see you it must be a few months now isn't it?" "yea the last time I saw you was in April, so it was about 4 months ago" "and how have things been going since the last time I saw you?" "well to be honest things haven't been going too well really" "ok so is that in terms of the frequency of the accidents" "yes it seems to be happening more often" "How many nights a week would you say it happening now Amy" "to be honest I'd say I'm waking up wet about 5 or 6 times a week, it so embarrassing and really hard to hide from my parents and my younger brother and sister as I really don't want anyone else knowing about this" Chloe was absolutely stunned to be hearing this. "yes I can completely understand how hard this must be for you to deal with at your age, have you been taking any preventative measures to stop the bed from getting wet?" "I have done yes, it's so embarrassing to even admit to it but I've been wearing adult diapers to bed every night which I started doing after the last appointment, it's been so bad I've sometimes had to change in the middle of the night, I'm so worried that my sister or brother are gonna catch me in a diaper as I know they would both find it hilarious that their 18 year old sister still wets the bed" Chloe sat there with her jaw wide open, Amy White the popular, beautiful cheerleader who had been bullying her still wore diapers to bed at 18. "I can totally sympathise Amy, well as long as the diapers you are using are good quality then they should hold your accidents and not allow your sheets to get wet. I guess its just a case of being careful if you want to keep this hidden from your family. I can get the nurse to see you after our appointment if you'd like and she can provide you with a supply of medical grade diapers, would that be something you'd be happy with?" "I guess so as its really expensive and embarrassing buying them for myself" "Ok ill get that sorted for you. Right, the bedwetting you're suffering with is what's is known as secondary enuresis, which is the medical term for when a person has previously been dry at night, which you were who then begins wetting the bed again when they get older. You fit this description as you previously wet the bed up until you were 8. As it has now been happening for a few months and considering your age I don't believe it's something that will just go away. This also leads me to believe that it's a psychological reason that you've developed this issue so the best thing I can do is refer you to a colleague of mine Dr. Lucy Jeffords who is very experienced at dealing with things like this. I will however not fill you with false hope as these sort of conditions can sometimes be very hard to get to the bottom of" "Are you saying that I might never stop wetting the bed?" Chloe could hear Amy sobbing slightly "No Amy I'm not saying that, it's just conditions like this can be very deep-seated and it can take a long time to truly know what's causing it, not to lie to you I have known people go down this route who have had to just accept bed wetting as being part of who they are" "Oh my god so there's a chance i"ll be wearing diapers for the rest of my life" "There's one other thing that I will provide you with Amy that may help which is a enuresis alarm, these are normally used for people much younger but I don't see any reason why we shouldn't try it. The way it works is that it alerts you that you are urinating as soon as it senses any moisture waking you up and hopefully training your brain to wake you up in time in the future. It can take a few months of using this every night before you may see any results so you have to be patient. What you do is clip the alarm box to your nightshirt near the top of your chest, attached to the box is a cable with a clip on the end. You run the cable under your shirt down into your underwear. It needs to be close to your vaginal area as it needs be as close as possible to the wetness to alert you quickly. So for you, when you're changed for bed, you will need to put the cable inside the diaper and clip it to the inside padding". "Ok I guess I may as well try it" Amy still sounding a little upset "Great... look Amy don't get too down on yourself as we still have these two routes to try before we know how this is going to go, ok" "No I suppose you're right" "What I'll do know is send across a request for you now to go straight in and see the nurse, here's your nighttime alarm I guess you'll want to pop that in your bag" "Thanks" At this point Chloe knew the appointment was coming to an end so again checking no one was around she leaned down and reached inside the door and picked her phone up, quickly saving the recording. "Right then Amy if you would like to go and take a seat where you were before the nurse should call you in soon, you will get an appointment letter in the mail to see Dr.Jeffords, I will probably see you again in around 6 months to see how you're getting on" Chloe knew she needed to move before Amy came out and saw her, so she quickly made her way back around to the waiting area where she walked past her Mom saying that she was just going to use the restroom. She stayed in there for a few minutes hoping to avoid Amy seeing her. Amy took a seat where she was before, she wasn't left long before the nurse had called her in. When Chloe came back Dr. Johns was just calling Tyler in for his appointment, she opted to go and sit where she was previously so that when Amy came out of her appointment with the nurse that she wouldn't see her. Meanwhile Amy was extremely embarrassed with her current situation. The usually confident girl all of a sudden didn't feel so confident. The young nurse had called her in, Amy thought she couldn't have been more than about 23 or 24. The nurse was actually quite shocked as most of these requests were for young children or people with disabilities, she had not expected to be handing out diapers to such an attractive girl of that age. However she knew she had to remain professional. "So Amy I've been asked to see you by Dr. Johns, he said you've been having some trouble staying dry at night" "Uuuumm yea I have" The nurse noticed Amy blushing "Right well he's asked me to get you sorted with a supply of adult disposable diapers. What we need to do is make sure you have the correct size so I'm gonna need you to get you to try on a couple of different sizes. If you could just slip off your clothes, you can keep your panties and bra on" "Ok" Amy went behind the privacy curtain and got herself undressed. She was really nervous at having the nurse see her practically naked but she had no choice. She came back out from behind the curtain where the nurse gave her a smile. "Great, if you can lie down on the examination table Amy we"ll try you with a medium first" Amy went and lied down on the table, she couldn't believe this was happening at her age. The nurse then began putting the diaper on her which she had taped on securely in no time. "All done, if you'd like to stand up we can see how we'll it fit's" Amy stood up and put her hands to the diaper noticing how thick and crinkly it was as she began walking around the nurses office. There was a full length mirror on the wall which she looked at herself in. She noticed how it made her butt look huge but at the same time it was quite a snug tight fit. She knew her butt was quite big and toned which plenty of guys had complemented her on anyway as she had been following a fitness programme to get her in shape for her cheerleading. "How does it seem Amy" "I guess it seems to fit well although it seems really thick and crinkly" "Of course it is honey they're not designed to be discreet they're designed to stop the bed getting wet. You would be looking at paying out quite a lot for a pack of tena or attends that might be slightly less bulky but as you only wear protection at night that shouldn't matter" The nurse walked over to Amy and examined the fitment of the diaper, pulling at the edges. "This one seems to be the perfect fit as its tight enough to prevent any leaks. There won't be any need to try on the small what I'll do is send you away today with a package of mediums. If you can try and slip that one off without undoing the tabs then you could use it tonight" Amy managed to gently slide off the diaper which she folded up and pushed to the bottom of her bag. She got herself dressed. The nurse got a package of the diapers out of a store cupboard which she put in a plain white plastic bag and handed to Amy. As Amy left her appointment she quickly made her way back to her car, she felt extremely self conscious walking around with a package of adult diapers. She put them in the trunk and then drove home. Back in Dr. Johns office, Tyler's appointment had finished. Chloe, Mom and Tyler all made their way back to the car. By that time Amy had gone. On the drive home Chloe couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. She wanted to get home so she could listen to the recording. When Chloe got home she grabbed a few snacks from the cupboard before heading upstairs and locking herself in her room. She got her phone out and started to play the recording. Listening back some parts still shocked her. "to be honest I'd say I'm waking up wet about 5 or 6 times a week, it so embarrassing and really hard to hide from my parents and my younger brother and sister as I really don't want anyone else knowing about this" Yea I bet you don't want anyone else knowing about this Chloe chuckled to herself. "It's so embarrassing to even admit to it but I've been wearing adult diapers to bed every night which I started doing after the last appointment, it's been so bad I've sometimes had to change in the middle of the night, I'm so worried that my sister or brother are gonna catch me in a diaper as I know they would both find it hilarious that their 18 year old sister still wets the bed" Chloe found it funny listening back and hearing Amy's confession to the doctor. "I think a lot of people would find it hilarious that an 18 year old still wear diapers" Chloe thought. Chloe noticed how good quality the recording was as well which was because of how close she had managed to position her phone to Amy and Dr. Johns. Although Chloe was an average girl in most ways one thing she was above average at was anything to do with computers. She decided to transfer the recording and save it to her computer just in case something happened to her phone. She then began searching online, looking through lots of different websites and tumblr's. What she was looking for was a picture of a girl around Amy's age wearing a diaper, either in bed or getting ready for bed. She couldn't believe how many pictures she was finding of women in diapers, she realised a lot of the images were linked to fetish websites. After a long search she settled on one of a pretty girl that looked a little like Amy stood in her bathroom getting ready for bed with a thick disposable diaper very clearly sticking out from under her nightshirt, the image looked as if someone had snuck in on the girl and snapped the pic having caught her in her diapered state. She thought this image would be perfect. She saved it and loaded it in to photoshop. Next she went on Facebook and found Amy's profile. Looking through her pictures she found one of Amy which showed her side on which she knew was ideal to use. With both images loaded onto photoshop Chloe put her skills to work. It took her a while to get it right but the end result was worth it. What she had was a picture that no one would even suspect of being photoshopped, which showed Amy getting ready to go to bed, very clearly with a diaper on. She knew this accompanied by the recording would mean Amy's secret would be out and the whole school would soon know she wore diapers at night. Later on that night at Amy's house. It was getting late so Amy knew it was time to go to bed. Her brother and sister were in bed so she knew this meant it was safer for her to go and put her diaper on. She got her pj's out of her drawer and then got the diaper out of her bag. As there were no tabs to tape on as they were already done up Amy decided to get changed in her room. She took off her clothes and panties. She then unfolded the diaper and pulled it up finding it to be quite tight, after a bit of pulling and wiggling she had it on securely around her waist. She then quickly put on her pj pants which required some force to get them over the diaper as it was so thick. She put her top on which covered the waistband which was sticking out. As she was about to get into bed she remembered what Dr.Johns had given her earlier; the bedwetting alarm. She knew she would have to use it to have any chance of curing her problem. She got it from her bag and tried to remember how he had said to use it. She clipped the alarm unit onto her shirt at the top of her chest, and then ran the cable down under her shirt into her diaper. She clipped it into place on the inside of her diaper before hopping into bed and soon drifting off to sleep... It was 3am at Amy's house and there was not a sound to be heard. Until suddenly BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP..... Amy was in a very deep sleep and was having a familiar dream about getting up and going to use the bathroom, she dreamt she had woken up desperate to pee and had walked to the bathroom, except the reality was she was still asleep and her bathroom was her diaper. The alarm continued loudly BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP Amy didn't flinch Soon her sister Charlotte was woken by the noise. She made her way to Amy's room to find Amy asleep. She began shaking Amy to wake up. Amy just made a few groaning noises. "Amy wake up WAKE UP!!" Charlotte shouted Eventually Amy began to come round and realise what was going on "Finally Amy, what the hell is that noise?" Amy quickly realised it was her bedwetting alarm so she pressed the button to turn it off. She un-clipped it and discreetly disconnected the cable. "Why have you got an alarm strapped to your chest" Amy panicked hoping her sister didn't know what it was "I uuuuuu thought I would use my alarm clock tonight but I must have set it to the wrong time" "Why would you do that you normally use your phone. And why the hell would you strap it to your chest" "I keep sleeping through my phone alarm as it's not loud enough. I strapped it there so it would definitely wake me up" Amy looked at her sister who seemed to have bought her response "Whatever, the way you sleep you could sleep through a hurricane. That took ages to wake you up, I'm surprised you don't pee the bed sometimes that would be hilarious big sis" Charlotte could tell her sister didn't find that last remark very funny. She then yanked the duvet off her sister. Luckily for Amy the bed was dry and her diaper wasn't showing. "Just checking" "Strangely enough I grew out of that when I was about 3 Charlotte. Just go back to bed and stop being a pest I need to get some sleep we've both got school in the morning" "Alright goodnight then big sis" Amy knew there was no way she would be able to use the bedwetting alarm again after that, she thought about how close Charlotte was to finding her out. She felt around her diaper that it was quite wet but though it should hold out until morning. She reached inside it to unclip the sensor which she put in her bag to throw away. After a few minutes she drifted back to sleep...
  12. Part 1 Jill grimaced as she sorted out the weeks wash. Five pairs of John's jockey shorts had brown streaks in the back and they all needed soaking in Napisan. Six months into their marriage and she felt she was falling into the role of Mother, rather than wife. Grimly, she inverted each pair of underpants so the unpleasant soiling was on full display. "John?" She called. "Can you come down here, we need to talk." She heard footsteps on the landing above. "What is it, I'm busy!" The irritation in his voice goaded an angry reply. "I need to talk to you right now," Jill snapped back. Since he had lost his job, he had let himself go completely, blaming depression. Her sharp tone worked and moments later her husband entered the kitchen, still in his pyjamas. He paled as she pointed at his dirty underwear, "This stops now!" She snapped. "You are 29 years old behaving like a 4 year old toddler!" John was frozen, mortified by shame as her tirade continued. "Your toiletting habits are revolting. You never clean the bowl from poo that you leave spread over the sides, you piss over the seat and floor, you leave poo and pee stains in your knickers." John hung his head, the shame filling his eyes with tears. Exasperated, Jill threw her arms in the air. "Again! Now the tears start!" She relented and embraced him, hugging him to her bosom. "John?" She lifted his tear stained face to hers. "We will work through this together, and get you back on normal track, OK?" He nodded. She cupped his unshaven face in her hands. "I want my husband back," she said in a soft condescending tone. "I need you to give me a baby. At the moment, you are the baby of his household and we have to make you grown up again, don't we?" She continued to hold his face in her hands and John managed to nod with his eyes. She could smell his body odour now, evidence that he had not showered for at least two days. "I will be your mommy and you will be my little boy, OK?" John nodded. "And you will do what Mommy tells you, OK?" John nodded. "Say 'yes mommy,'" Jill prompted. "Yes Mommy," John whispered. Jill unbuttoned his pyjama top, removing the garment completely. She pulled down his bottoms and was shocked as she touched a wet sticky patch. Jill silently fumed to herself, realising her husband had been upstairs masturbating to material on the internet. Silently she pulled the soiled garment away as John stepped out of it. His underpants were yanked down and Jill almost gagged at the revolting sight resting in the seat. She held the offending article up to his eyes. "Now you know why Mommy has got to take control, don't you?" "Yes Mommy," he replied meekly. She was surprised at how compliant he had become now she was asserting herself. Here is was, completely naked and looking like a lost little boy. Jill pointed at a corner in the kitchen. "Go and stand there and wait while Mommy soaks your pooey underpants," she ordered. John shuffled over at watched her fill a bucket. Jill twirled a finger. "Now turn round and face the wall and John?" she deliberately paused until he looked up at her. "Put your thumb in your mouth please.." Startled, John looked awkward. "Please Jill.." "Mommy to you," She snapped. "And do what your told. Deflated, John slowly moved his right digit to his mouth and turned to face the wall.
  13. Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange. She had taken it up on a whim. A single offer, coming to her from someone she had spoken too online but had never met in person. After years visiting a... strange... community online, speaking to people without seeing them, even making art for it, she had been offered a chance to actually try living it. The person's name was Samantha, and they certainly had a lot of similar interests, but it was still frightening. She didn't really know this person, did she? How well can you know someone you've never seen before? Do online meetings and relationships count the same as in person? On top of that, she was here to play the sub. It was a role she she was always interested it but didn't even discuss as much. Almost every discussion she had and every drawing she made had her playing dom. She knew this would be difficult, having to let someone take control of her for a change. Not only that, but the plan was meant to be a surprise. She had no idea what was in store for her, it was all Samantha's decision. That was all part of it, and they had similar interests, but it was still frightening. She closed her eye and psyched herself. She could do this. Just turn off the dominant side, and let someone else take control. At least if it turned bad she could always ask for it to start. Holding her breath, she knocked. The door was almost immediately answered by a tall, athletically built blond haired woman. Rosie, herself almost 6 feet tall, wasn't used to having to look up at another woman. Rosie stared at the woman's arms, hoping whatever the plan was didn't involve a lot of spanking. This was definitely a woman who could make that hurt, and definitely one who would have no problem dominating over someone. "Rosie?" the woman asked, and Rosie nodded. The woman dragged her in by the arm, closed the door and locked it. She looked Rosie over, examining her wavy brown hair and shorter, broad hipped build. She smiled and tapped her nose. "Hehe your just as cute as I expected," she smacked Rosie on the butt, making her yelp. "Perfect for what I have planned." Rosie blushed over the treatment. It was... sudden, she thought. She tried to back up a bit, then mentally checked herself. She was here to play sub, she told herself. This was the sort of treatment she could expect. "Ummm... thanks. Are you Samantha?" "Yes, that's right dear. Good girl!" Samantha patted her head. "Uhhh... thanks. So what are we going to do? Are we going to just start, or talk a bit first?" Rosie was trying still play the role of submissive while making sure the boundaries were kept. "Oh, don't worry, you'll see soon enough." Samantha began dragging her further into the apartment. Rosie's instinct was to pull away, but she let herself be lead. They passed a well stocked kitchen, a cozy living room with several couches and a television, and went down a white walled hallway into a bedroom. The bedroom was large and spacious, with a queen sized bed, bookshelves, and paintings on all walls. Once they were there, Samantha turned Rosie to face her and examined her again. She looked at Rosie's black jeans and button up shirt. "Hmmm... we will have to do something about those clothes. Far to mature, and the want-to-be rebellious look isn't good for you." Rosie gaped at her and couldn't respond. Instead, she was pushed onto the bed. "Now, wait here a moment little one. I need to get some things ready." "Alright," Rosie said. Samantha's tone gave no room for argument, and the anticipation of what could come, along with her clear control was exciting, she was sat nervously, a pit forming in her stomach. What did Samantha have planned? Samantha left and closed the door. After a moment she haired footsteps in the hallway. Wait, she thought, how many are there? Suddenly her nervousness turned to pure anxiety, even fear. How many people where there? She didn't know there was more then one, she hadn't agreed to that. She opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted as the door burst open, and Samantha stood in followed by two other girls, each holding articles of clothing. Rosie didn't have time to fully process what was happening before they had grabbed her. "Hey... what are.... no!" She said as her shirt was forcibly removed. She had agreed to be submissive, but this sudden invasion of her privacy was still shocking. She struggled, but was held tight, and felt her arms being pulled into a pair of sleeves. She barely had a chance to comprehend what was happening before she realized she was being tied into a strait jacket. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured. "Hey, I said.. MPHH...!" she was silenced as something was shoved into her mouth. She gagged at the bitter taste, and realized it was a bar of soap. Samantha was moving it back and forth as the other girls strapped her arms behind her back. Her mouth filled with creamy white foam as she shoved the bar into her mouth again and again. "There, that will wash out any more naughty words," Samantha said. She then took the bar out. Rosie gasped, and the foam dribbled down her face. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was filled again. This time it was a pacifier that was tied into place behind her head. It filled her mouth completely to her throat, forcing her to swallow the rest of the soap, and turning her protests into incomprehensible mumbles. "What was that?" Samantha said. "Something you don't like? Well just tell me, and I'll be sure to stop," she laughed, and Rosie glared. Now that she was tied and silenced, the Samantha's two friends lifted Rosie's feet into the air, forcing her to her back on the couch. Rosie tried to kick and pull herself away. "MPHHH!" she shouted at a sudden, sharp pain on her backside. She looked to see Samantha standing over her with a long black paddle. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Playing sub had seemed so exciting in theory. Even now, part of her was eager to keep going. But this much pain and control was so foreign and coming on so quickly. She was overwhelmed with emotions, and struggled not even knowing if she wanted to leave or stay. She was spanked again. "Now now, that's enough of that," Samantha said. It was pointless anyway, Rosie found the two girl's grasp was unbreakable, and Samantha simply moved on. The next thing Samantha grabbed was the one thing Rosie had expected from the start, but now stared at nervously. It was what she wanted for months, but by far the most embarrassing part yet. Seeing the frightened, humiliated but excited look in Rosie's eyes, Samantha smiled. "Yes, I'm sure this is what my baby wants, isn't it? She's just been lying to us, to everyone, with her naughty big girl clothes, posing as an adult, posing as a professional, pretending to be mature... we all know it is a lie, don't we?" Rosie stared, and Samantha smiled and lifted the object into the air. It was a large, thick diaper. It was white but with a pink, flowery panel on the front, with letters proclaiming the wearer "Princess," and a design that let everyone know that the wearer wasn't a real adult, but simply an overgrown, adult baby. It didn't look like an adult diaper, but a baby's Pampers made in a larger size. More then that, it was a sign that her last shred of adulthood was gone, that even the most basic levels of control and maturity were forcibly stripped from her. It meant she couldn't even be trusted to use the toilet, and if that was true, what could she be trusted with? Rosie cringed, helpless as Samantha powdered her and placed the thick pamper underneath her. She felt the thick padding go up between her legs and close on her, then get tapped securely on. Samantha then pulled the strap of the strait jacked underneath the diaper and attached it on either side, leaving her locked inside her humiliating, childish garment. The other two girls put pink baby booties on her feet, then stood her up. She was made to face herself in a mirror, and sulked. Even the straight jacket seemed to have been made on the similar theme, with a pink and white design consisting of flowers, babyish drawings and "Princess" written on her chest, along with a skirt of fabric around her waist that made it look like a tutu while leaving her diaper fully exposed. She thought of her own image of herself- serene, powerful, in control- and tried to compare it to the baby she saw staring at her in the mirror. This is what she wanted, she reminded herself, though part of her wondered why. She closed her eyes and told herself to just listen to what Samantha wanted, as she had agreed to. Samantha came up to her smiling, and seemed to smile even broader when she saw the defeated look on Rosie's face. She attached a collar to her neck, then a leash, and brandished the paddle in her other hand. "Now, come along my little princess, and be a good girl. Its time to meet some more friends." Friends?! Rosie thought. There were MORE people!? She tried to pull away, but was forced forward by the leash, and the pacifier turned any argument into mumbles. "Whats that? Remember, if you don't like something, just tell me!" Samantha said, then laughed. Rosie simply followed. The abnormal bulk of her diaper felt odd between her legs, and made her waddle. Rosie had tried the thickest adult diapers she could find, but this was still a surprise. The only thing she could think of was Snuggies waddles made with a custom design, but that still didn't seem to cut it. Perhaps Waddlers with a thickening pad, she thought. Whatever it was, it was clearly designed to be intrusive, and it worked. The strap of the straight jacket added to the feeling, making it feel thicker and stiffer and pressing it against her. The diaper crinkled loudly, and was hot and heavy, but at the same time soft and, in a way, comfortable. Rosie was pulled into the living room, which was now full of people. They all cheered and laughed at once as she entered, blushing. Some were people she had seen before, acquaintances from work or people she had run into, but most were strangers. There even seemed to be other fetishists there- a woman in a black leather full body suit held on a leash by a man in a suit, a blond haired boy who sat whimpering on a woman's lap while wearing a diaper and dress and suckling a pacifier, a girl in a bunny outfit with ears, and others. The attention, however, was all directed at Rosie. "Awwww she's so cute!" a stranger proclaimed. "Yes, I agree. She was an excellent choice." "Just look at her blush! She is sooo embarrassed haha. I wonder if she's wet already?" "Oooo imagine her look during her first diaper change." Samantha quieted them with a have of her hands. "Now now, we will get to that. First, we need to prepare our baby. Now, Rosie, you may be wondering what this is." Rosie nodded, humiliated and terrified. "Most of them are my friends. We've been looking for someone just like you to be our new baby girl. We already have a baby boy and others, so we needed you for a new playmate. We meet from time to time for... fun." She smiled at the word, leaving it open to whatever Rosie could think of. "The others are people you knew who were open to the idea. We like to have a few people our subs recognize on the first night. It adds to the... fun... and ensures people will know about your new lifestyle." She continued. "Tonight, Rosie, is all about you. This is your initiation, then you'll be part of our group. Remember, if you don't like it, just say so," she laughed. With that, Samantha grabbed the leash right by her collar and gently pulled her down. Rosie shook her head violently, making as much noise as the pacifier would allow. This was too far, she thought. She'd agreed to play sub, and would have, but did not agree to have other people. She wanted out. Samantha, however, ignored her pleas. She made Rosie crawl, much to the delight of the audience, and sat her on a plank in front of the wall facing outward. "This here is something that is going to help you be a good baby. In a little while, all your naughty arguing will end," she said. She threaded leash through a hoop on the blank Rosie was sitting on. Next, she felt it pulled down underneath her and between her legs, then upwards. It was attached to the wall above her, forcing her into a kneeling, head down position from which she couldn't move. Rosie glanced around, struggling even to keep her head up, and tried to figure out what was going on. The people were smiling at her, though some of the obvious subs stared at her nervously and with pity. Soon Samantha was in front of her, holding a pair of headphones. "Now now little one, don't worry at all," she said soothingly. "Mommy will take care of everything. Just listen to this, and everything will soon be better." With that, she placed the headphones on Rosie's head, and hit a button. ... Finger's snapped. Mommy was standing in front of her. Wait... Mommy? she thought. It was Samantha. She was taking off the strait jacket. Wait... she was stripping her naked in front of all these people!? Rosie was horrified. However, when she went to stop it, nothing happened. Her arms didn't move. She wanted to, but she didn't. Soon she was naked except for her bootie and the diaper, and she didn't mind. At the same time, the pacifier was unhooked, but Rosie kept suckling. "Come here little one. Crawl!" Rosie crawled toward her mommy. Why was she crawling? She could walk... but somehow she didn't want to. Crawling was for babies, and she was a baby. Of course she wanted to crawl. She also realized that now that the straight jacket was gone, she could easily take the diaper off, spit the pacifier out, and say no, but she didn't want to. She heard the laughter around her, directed at her. Strangers, people she knew, dozens of them, laughing. Why was she humiliating herself? But while part of her protested, screamed at her to stop, she couldn't make herself. She pouted, almost in tears from the humiliation, but kept crawling. "Good baby," her mommy said. The words filled her with warmth, making her happier then she had been for a long time. She took Rosie's hands. "Up up up!" Rosie stood up instinctively. "Do you want to speak?" Rosie tried to say something, but the pacifier stopped her. She could spit it out, she realized, she wasn't a baby. But at the same time, she didn't want to. Samantha smiled as if she had won an important bet. "Good baby," she said. She grabbed the pacifier and took it out. "Now, what are you?" "I... I a baby giwl," Rosie said, as surprised at her own childish, lisping voice as she was at the answer. Why would she say that? She wanted to, she realized. She didn't want to be an adult. She blushed at the chorus of laughter. "Good baby. Do you want to be an adult." "Nuuu..." more laughter. People were moving around her, pulling a dress over her head. Like the straight jacket, it was pink, childish and frilly, designed as a cross between a princess and a Lolita dress, with hearts and flowers decorating it. The skirt was short, and like before, did nothing to conceal her diaper. This time, however, she didn't mind. It was natural, she thought, how else would they check it? Wait... CHECK IT!? she thought. FOR WHAT!? But of course they would... her mind went back and forth, and she did nothing. Rosie pulled her by the hand into a bathroom. The crowed followed them, giggling. Rosie looked around at the sink, bathtub, towels and.... something. A strange white thing, shaped like a seat. "Do you know what that is for?" "No," Rosie said, getting the loudest laughter yet. But of course she did! It was a... she didn't want to even think the word. It was frightening to her, dangerous. "Do you know how to use the potty?" "Whas dat?" Rosie asked. Again, she knew she knew, but she didn't want to, and the thought was frightening. "Good baby." The warmth and happiness again. "Now, I am going to feed you your supper. Its a bottle of baby mush and milk, and it will help you fill your pampers like a little baby. Ok?" Rosie nodded. Something about that was wrong... was it about filling her pampers? But that was what they were for, wasn't it? Part of her screamed no, but she couldn't think of why. She was pulled back into the living room and sat on her mommy's lap. She put the tip of a bottle in Rosie's mouth, and she suckled easily. "Good baby. Now remember, this will make you use your pampers. There is no way the old Rosie would want that, especially in front of all these people. So, if you don't want that, stop drinking." Rosie looked at her confused and kept drinking, and they all laughed. "Yes, old Rosie was confused, because she thought she was a big girl. You're not a big girl, are you?" Rosie shook her head, though she was in near tears from it. Of course she was! She was an adult, she thought, not a baby, and this was wrong. But she kept doing it. After feeding her the bottle, Samantha pulled Rosie closer. "Now," she said. "Is baby still hungry?" Rosie shook her head. "Well, we have more bottle, and people who want to feed you. Also, the more you're feed, the sooner you are going to fill your diapers. So, we are going to pass you around, and you will keep drinking until you we are done, ok? You'll do what mommy says? You don't want to be a bad baby?" She put emphasis on the last phrase. As soon as she heard it, Rosie was filled with the deepest guilt and anxiety she had ever felt. It came up suddenly, and left her shaking. There was something wrong, and she didn't blame her mommy, but blamed herself. She hugged her mommy. At that moment she'd do anything to avoid the feeling and make her mommy happy. "Good baby," Mommy said, and the feeling was gone. "Now, time for the rest of your num nums." She pulled Rosie to the next person, a woman, and sat her down on her lap. The woman placed a bottle in her mouth, and she suckled instinctivly. she was passed around from person to person. Each one sat her on their laps, bouncing her up and down and feeding her more and more bottles. Rosie was stuffed, but she kept drinking. Her stomach began to ache, then cramp. The bouncing only made it worse, and her stomach was soon grumbling. After a while she was being fed and bounced by a man in a suit when she heard a loud brrraapppttt noise. She looked down at her diaper. There was laughter all around her. "Oh my god, the babies gassy!" someone shouted, and they laughed again. "Better check her diapers, just to make sure that's all there is," the man in the suit said. He bent her over and lifted her skirt, pulled the back of her diaper. "No, all clean." Rosie didn't know what was worse, the fact that a stranger was seeing inside her undergarments, that he was doing it to check if she had messed those same undergarments, or that the sound came again and again. She found she was powerless to stop any of it. "Yes, but now comes the best part," Samantha said. She took Rosie by the hands then stood her up. She looked her dead in the eyes, and Rosie was trapped by her gaze. "Rosie," she said, snapping her fingers. "You're a big girl now." Rosie looked around in panic. What had she done!? What was she wearing?! She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run. "Please... please stop," Rosie pleased. "You can go if you want Rosie. Its all up to you." She had been hypnotized, she realized. She knew hypnotism was something you had to want to work, and if she rejected it, it wouldn't have worked. But... did she want to reject it? It was all she had wanted, after all. It was what she had come for. This was what she dreamed about and talked about online, but was too afraid to do. It was humiliating, mortifying, and terrifying, but even when she wasn't hypnotized she couldn't make herself run. Maybe she had accepted it all. Or was this all some trick? Either way, she remained. "That is what I thought. Good baby." Even when no longer thinking like a baby, the words filled her with a sudden happiness. Samantha noticed. "Like that? Thought so. Oh, and watch this. BAD BABY!" She scolded. Instantly Rosie shrinked back at the words. She whimpered, almost sobbing, knelt and hugged Samantha's knees, inwardly pleading for her approval. How could she feel this, even as an 'adult?" Since when did she want someone else's approval? But this was submission, Rosie realized. It was an extreme version of it, and not in the way she had thought, but it was submission. She had wanted it, and she got it. "It's ok little Rosie, you're a good baby," the feeling was gone, and Rosie sighed. "Now, Rosie," Samantha said. Rosie found she was still trapped by her voice and gaze. "Do you want to mess yourself?" "What?" "You heard me. Do you want to fill your diapers in front of all these people?" "NO! Oh god please no! Don't make me!" Rosie felt her stomach grumbling from being force fed dozens of bottles. She was cramping hard, and needed release. "Please let me use the toilet... please... I'll do anything. ANd please don't make me do it in front of these people." Samantha laughed. "Silly baby. You think you can argue, don't you? But you know what? You are going to fill your diapers. You are going to do it happily and in front of allllll these people as they laugh and take pictures. You are going to lift your skirt and show off when you do it. You are going to grunt and do it loudly, parade around in your stinky pampers, then get changed as they watch." "NO! Please! Anyhting but that. At least give me privacy... I'll do it, but just with you, ok?" She bargained. "Yes you will, and in front of everyone. And you know why?" Rosie shook her head. Samantha held up her hands. "Because I'm going to snap these fingers and you will be powerless to stop it. You will helplessly fill your pampers and will do whatever your mommy says. Then I will turn you back into an adult to feel the humiliation, and back and forth whenever I want, wherever I want, forever. Got it?" "No pl..." Samantha snapped her fingers. "Rosie... You're a baby now." Rosie smiled at her mommy and giggled. A sound came from her diaper, and she laughed. "Now, is the little baby gonna fill her diapers?" "I dunno mommy," Rosie said incredulously. How could she decide something that important? "Yes you are, then you are going to become a big girl again so you can blush while we laugh." Rosie was puzzled by the strange sentence. A big girl? What did that mean? She was a baby. "Now, fill your diaper for mommy." Rosie grunted. There was a noise like before, but louder. She felt a warm pile of mush come into her diapers and coat her. All around her were gasps of laughter and mocking ewws. She crinkled her face. "Is icky mommy!" she said. What had she done? Why was she still talking like that? She tried to stop herself, but couldn't. "I bet it is baby." "An is tinky!" Mommy laughed and plugged her nose. "Yes, very stinky. Now, undo your onesie and show everyone." Rosie instinctively obeyed. There was more laughter and comments she could barely make out over the collective noise. "Good baby. Now shake it around!" Rosie stuck her bottom out further and wiggled it, feeling the mesh slosh over her, and hearing more ewws and gasps for breath. A window was opened, a fact which barely registered in her mind. "Dance for me baby." Rosie, still wanting to make her mommy happy, did her best to imitate a ballet routine. She had never done one before, and the thickness of the diaper made every movement awkward and difficult, but she twirled around and kicked her legs as much as she could. This seemed to be enough, as the audience laughed and clapped their approval. "Now, come here." Rosie followed helplessly as her mommy, who once again pulled her onto her lap and bounced her. This time, however, the messy diaper made it much worse. The feeling was horrible, it itche horribly, and the smell and laughter was worse. When Mommy was done, she passed Rosie to the next person, who continued to bounce her. Like before, Rosie was passed from lap to lap and bounced like a baby, squirming, squinting, and crinkling her nose the entire time. She endured the laughter, the humiliating pats and comments, and outwardly acted as if she loved it. Finally Samantha picked her up again and snapped her fingers. "Rosie, you're a big girl now. Wasn't that fun?" Rosie felt tears in her eyes. "No, please, just... just change me, please. I want out of this diaper." She was broken, she realized. All the pride and strength she had coming into this was gone. She wasn't even certain at first if she would submit, but there she was, standing, spanked, in a onesie and messy pampers, and willing to do anything for a change. "Oh, I will. How would you like to be changed here in front of everyone?" Rosie almost outright cried. "No..." she whispered. "Here's whats going to happen. I'm going to bring back baby Rosie, and she is going to happily lay down on a changing mat in the hallway as we tie her down. Then I'm going to bring big girl Rosie back, and she will very un-happily get her diaper changed in front of everyone. Got it?" Rosie couldn't even speak as the fingers were once again snapped, and baby her was lead into the hallway. Her onesie was lifted up, and she lay down, smiling, laughing, willing. Mommy held up a pair of cuffs. "Put your hands in here baby girl!" Rosie obeyed. "Good baby! Now put your feet in here! That way we can bring back big girl Rosie and she won't be able to stop us from changing her riiiiii-ight here, no matter how much she wants to." The words rolled around in her mind. She knew what was going to happen. This was all a set up to humiliate her and make her do something she wouldn't otherwise. As soon as Mommy snapped her fingers, she knew she wouldn't like this anymore. However, at the time, all she wanted was to please her mommy, so she obeyed. Soon she was then tied with her arms stretched out on the floor and her feet in the air. She giggled at the funny position. SNAP. "Rosie, you're a big girl now." Rosie struggled, sobbed, and squirmed. A pacifier was pushed into her mouth and she suckled. She could call for help, she realized. This was an apartment building, someone would come. But then... what would they see? A bunch of fetishists, with her in a diaper she clearly messed herself? She cringed at the thought. Then, if the called the police, there may be an investigation, reporters... she pictured herself on the news, having an image of herself in a messy diaper paired with a full explanation of what she had come from being shown all over town. She everyone from family to total strangers knowing her as the diaper girl who got tricked.... she couldn't do it. Also... did she really want to? The hypnosis couldn't make her do anything she didn't want, just bring out things she didn't admit she wanted. This was, in a way, her dream, if rougher and more rushed then she expected. She suckled her pacifier for comfort, willingly this time, closed her eyes, and tried to think of something other then the laughter. She felt her diaper get opened. Wipes from hands all around her cleaned up the mess. The baby wipes were cool, and made her shudder. Soon she was powdered again, the smell of talcum replacing the smell of her used padding. Another diaper was put between her leg and tapped on, this time followed by thick plastic pants. She was untied, and stood up. "Now," Samantha said, raising her fingers. "Do I need to do this again, or will you be good?" Rosie pouted. "I'll be good." "Good. Turn around, apologize for your stinky pampers, and thank them for changing you." Rosie blushed and pleaded with her eyes, but obeyed. "Hello everyone. Ummm... I'm sorry for being so stinky... Thank you for changing my diapers." The all laughed and clapped. "Good baby. It's been a long day for you, so its time for bed." Rosie nodded, accepting that the early bedtime was now part of her life. "Lets get you in your pjs." Rosie didn't resist as she was stripped and put into a footed Disney Princess sleeper and had another pacifier put in her mouth. She didn't want to risk resisting, and having strangers dress her as a baby was far from the worse thing that had happened. She looked down at the footed pjs. She always had liked Disney. Samantha saw her looking at it. She cupped Rosie's face soothingly. "Yes, I thought you'd like that. This isn't all going to be bad sweetheart. It is, after all, what you wanted. If, in the morning, you really want to go and not come back, you can. But I don't think you will, do you?" Rosie just stared at her. Samantha smiled. "Good baby. Now, go kiss everyone goodnight." Rosie looked at her, but saw no signs of joking. Reluctantly, and much to the amusement of all around, she went to the first man she saw. She kissed his cheek. "Goodnight," she said. He laughed and patted her diaper. She went to the next person, repeated the routine until she had done a complete loop of the room, getting her padded bum patted and rubbed the entire time. When Rosie was done, Samantha took her hand and lead her down the hallway. Samantha then led her into a separate room. It was dark inside, but Rosie could make out piles of toys, a changing table, and a large, wooden crib. There was a smiling cloud and a rainbow painted on the wall, and a mobile hanging from the roof. It was a nursery, Rosie knew. Samantha lead her toward the crib. Rosie followed without the hypnosis, without the leash, without a threat of spanking. All willingness to argue was gone. She crawled into the crib. Samantha closed the top of it, turning it into a cage. Rosie pushed at it. "Hey! If you break that, I break you!" Rosie stopped. "You may recognize this as something like your own scenarios, back when you thought you were a dom. Someone in the crowed tipped me off about it, and I couldn't help but play it. We can't have little ones crawling around all night, can we?" "But what if I have to... oh..." Rosie looked down at her diaper, blushing at having answered her own question so obviously. "But I wouldn't have you be lonely..." She through a teddy bear inside. Rosie hugged it, feeling something hard inside. A recorder, she realized. "Now, be a good baby girl! Ill be listening." Rosie lay down. She would be a good girl for her mommy, she knew, for as long as her mommy wanted. She slowly fell asleep.
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  15. My wife told me she wanted a new mattress to replace the old stained one from my constant leaks, even though I always wear diapers. She told me to get dressed and to make sure I wear a thick diaper and plastic pants today. Once I was dressed, she threw me a pair of short shorts to cover it as it was hot out. When we arrived at the store an early thirty sales girl greeted us and showed us around. After looking at many of mattresses, we finally found the one we were looking for. She started to write us up and asked if we needed anything else, such as a mattress pad or cover. My wife quickly responded we needed a mattress protector, someone does not always wear his plastic pants as she proceeded to pat my diapered rear end making a solid thumping sound with a noticeable crinkle. I asked her to stop which only increased her patting of my rear. The sales girl let out a slight giggle as she starred at my mid-section and smiled. She then looked at my wife and said lots of moms buy mattress protector as they buy the first real bed for toddlers and bedwetters. They then shared a little laugh as I continued to turn red with embarrassment and humiliation. The sales girl completed the sale and we were on our way. Once we were in the car I asked my wife how could she embarrass me like that, she laughed and said you are the diaper wearing sissy and just wait till they deliver the mattress and pick up you stained one, rest assured they will know who the diapered one is. Has anything like this happened to anyone else?
  16. “Well, work is work” Johann thought as he walked down the line of modules. He was walking along a steel hallway, carrying a briefcase, and doing what amounted to a check in the box inspection job. At least he was getting paid. As a chief engineer aboard a Star Force Explorer vessel, he had become used to a much more exciting lifestyle. Travelling the stars, vising new planets, fighting pitched battles against pirates and invaders… the kind of things he had signed up for. However, all away postings have to end at some point, and he rotated back to more conventional duties until it was his turn to leave again. So now here he was, monitoring Care Modules. He walked along the steel floored hallway and approached a random one on his right and set his briefcase down. There was a desk with a variety of gleaming buttons, and he hit the central one. A large screen door, invisible until now, appeared in front of him and slid upward. He hit the reinforced plastic behind it, ensuring it was secure, then hit a switch. A light came on, revealing a large and seemingly empty room behind. “Alight, let’s see if this all works” he said to himself. The rooms were kept empty not in use in order to prolong their lifespan. However, that could change in a second. He hit a button and began switching through a list. With it, the room changed. The walls turned from a dull grey to black, then blue, then pink, then red, and through a rainbow of colors, textures, and designs with paintings and murals appearing at will. He turned to a different list, and carpeting appeared on the floor, only to be replaced with tiles, rugs, wood, and dozens of other materials. He turned another, and furniture appeared, making an ordinary bedroom, a hospital, a prison cell, a nursery, a children’s bedroom, and more all along set designs. The idea of the machine is that it could be used as support for almost anyone, for almost any need, and in almost any situation. It could be a room to satisfy almost any need or desire aboard a ship or on the planet, then switch to something different when the next occupant came in. Johann’s job was to ensure it was all working properly before a tour came through the next day, which would include inspectors to give it final approval. As it was, several of them were already occupied, so his work was merely formality. “Alright, that is all in order. Now let’s see what else you got,” he said. He hit a button, and steel arms came out of the walls, protruding from every corner. He turned on a microphone and spoke into it. “Computer, recognize my voice.” There was a series of beeps followed by “RECOGNIZE, JOHANN,” n a mechanical voice. An image of himself in his flight suit came up, looking slender, with long brown hair. “Damn I look good,” he said, secretly wishing he could be back in that flight suit. “COMMENCING “LOOKING GOOD” PATTERN,” the voice said. Smooth jazz music came on, along with robotic dancing. Hands came out of the desk full of make up. “NO NO CANCEL CANCEL!” he said, and the machine stopped. Being careful not to mutter to himself, he bent over and opened his briefcase. A small robot, made of steel bars and wires, jumped out. It straightened up and quickly grew to a full adult’s height. It then began to flesh out, with rubber balloons inflating in the place of skin. A crude imitation of a man, but good enough for his work. He hit a button on the desk, and a door appeared in the wall. He unlocked it, then spoke to the robot. “Get in,” he said, and the robot obeyed. He shut the door behind it, and locked it. “Computer, prison setting,” he said. A series of beeps followed, then “PRISON SETTING ACKNOWLEDGED.” The room changed to a deep blue with simple furniture. He held down a button which deactivated the arms. “Robot, try to get out,” he said. The robot banged on the glass and on the door with twice the strength a human could muster. None of them budged. Johann released the buttons controlling the arms. In an instant they sprang to life and wrapped themselves around the robot, suspending him helplessly in the air. “Excellent. Computer, hospital setting.” “HOSPITAL SETTING ACKNOWLEDGED.” The room changed to a white hospital room, and the arms lay the robot on a bed while a light scanned him for medical problems. “Alright, robot, trip and fall, demonstrate “broken arm.” The robot didn’t move. He spoke louder. “Robot, trip and fall, demonstrate ‘broken arm.” The robot remained lying in the bed as arms took care of and shook its head at Johann. It put its arms behind its head and let out an automated sigh. “Damn lazy robot,” Johann said. He walked into the room. “Robot, leave this room!” The robot stuck its ‘tong’ out at him. The robot was a highly developed, extremely expensive tool, and a jackass. If this was a malfunction, it would come down on Johann’s head. “INSTRUCTIONS NOT UNDERSTOOD,” the computer said. “No, I want this robot out of the room!” Johann said. “UNDERSTOOD, REMOVING ROBOT.” A whole appeared in the roof, and the arms tossed the robot half a mile into the sky. “Oh s&$%....” Johann said, watching his career fly away with an overpriced jackass of a robot. “INSTRUCTIONS UNDERSTOOD,” the room said. A toilet appeared, and the arms picked up Johann and pulled him toward it. “NO NO! I’m not going to use the toilet.” “INSTRUCTIONS UNDERSTOOD. ALTERNATIVE MEANS ENGAGED.” A tube came out of the wall “NOOO not that!” Johann said. He didn’t even want to know what the tube was for. “Just put me down.” “UNDERSTOOD,” the arms dropped Johann with a hard ‘thump’ onto the ground. He sat down to think. “God damn this thing destroyed the robot… it was like my boss’s baby… he said take care of it… they are going to HATE me, probably punish me, give me the 10th degree… probably won’t leave earth again…” “UNDER NOT UNDER NO UNDER NOT STOOD UNDER NOT STOOD NOT NOT STOOD UNDER” the voice said. Johann jumped up, and realized he was still muttering to himself. The arms were spinning around, struggling to find some meaning in his words. Johann began to panic. This was worst case scenario, he had caused a malfunction. “NO! STOP LISTENING TO ME!” he shouted. “UNDERSTOOD. JOHANN NO LONGER ACCEPTED VOICE CONTROL.” “What?” he said, color draining from his face. The computer didn’t say a thing. “REVERTING TO MOST LIKELY SETTING.” The machine made a long string of beeps and static noise, then began repeating his last words. “ALTERNATIVE TOILETRY MEANS… WON”T GET OUT… TAKE CARE OF IT… PUNISH… BOSS’S BABY… DOORS LOCKED, NURSERY MODE ACTIVATED.” “WHAT!” Johann shouted as arms seized him. The walls around him changed to a baby blue with colorful cartoon character’s dancing around it. "This... can't... be... happening..." he said, while reality confirmed that it could, in fact, be happening. He made a scramble for the door, and slammed into the now solid wall that replaced it. Arms grabbed him from all sides and lifted him strait into the air. "No NO NO! I"M NOT A BABY!" he said, as he was carried toward a changing table. "YOU ARE A BABY, AND WILL BE TREATED AS SUCH. ARE YOU THROWING A TANTRUM?" the machine said. "I"m NOT throwing a tantrum! I'm an adult put me... MPH..." he was cut off as a large pacifier was shoved into his mouth. He spat it out, only to find it instantly replaced and attached behind his head with ribbons. "What sort of nursery is this?" he thought. "NAUGHTY BABY. GOOD BABIES DON"T THROWN TANTRUMS. SUCKLE THAT AND BE A GOOD BOY OR YOU'LL GET A SPANKING. ANY MORE LIES ABOUT BEING AN ADULT WILL RESULT IN MOUTH SOAPINGS" Ridiculous. The machine couldn't spank a baby... could it? That be abuse...He watched the thick steel arms circle around. He didn't want to test it. The arms settled him down on the table. The stripped him naked, taking his clothes back through the walls. He groaned as he saw their replacements. A thick white diaper, sized for himself and cartoonishly decorated came out. A baby blue teddy bear shirt with pink ruffles at the sleeves and "Baby Boy" written on the chest followed, along with finger less mittens. The arms were efficient, he had to give them that. He was very quickly powdered, diapered, and dressed to the machine's specifications. He sat up, getting used to the new sensations. The thickness of the diaper forced his legs apart, and any movement was accompanied by the loud crinkling of plastic. However, the sweet smell of the powder, along with the softness of the padding and the t-shirt made it comfortable. The machine lifted him up and set him down on the ground amid a pile of toys. "NOW BE A GOOD BABY AND PLAY UNTIL SUPPER TIME." Not likely, he thought. The second the hands moved away he stood up and reached for the tapes of his diaper. He grabbed at them on impulse, not thinking through. This quickly proved for a mistake for two reasons. First, he found that his now mittened hands were near useless when it came to opening tapes. HE had a moment to contemplate this before the second reason came crashing across his padded backside. "MPH!" he yelped against the pacifier as he was hoisted into the air. Dread filled him, and he realized the machine might just make good on its promise. A scan went over him. "ASSESSING PAIN TOLERANCE" it said. Pain tolerance? he thought. It couldn't... no... Johann watched in horror as one of the hands raised itself behind him. He closed his eyes. THWACK! he felt and heard, as the hand slammed down on him. "BAD BABY! BAD BABY!" The machine said, over and over as it spanked him. This can't be happening! he thought. They wouldn't spank an actual baby! What is this? The machine continued, putting Johann into more and more agony. He felt his bottom get blistered, and slowly broke down from yelping into loud sobs. Finally the spanking ended. The machine turned him back over and craddled him comfortably, rocking him back and forth. A finger waggled in front of him. "THERE THERE. GOOD BABIES KEEP THEIR DIAPERS ON. HAVE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON?" Johann nodded. "GOOD. IT IS TIME FOR FEEDING. PREPARING MEAL WITH LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY." Johann's eyes went wide as he was sat down with a crinkle and a thud at a high chair. He barely even noticed his aching bottom. Lesson? Diaper necessity? What fresh hell could that be? The machine removed his pacifier, and he tried to ask the question but was silenced as a spoon full of sugary-sweet mush was shoved into his mouth. "OPEN FOR THE AIRPLANE!" One of the machine's hands held his head as the others spooned more and more into him fast enough to almost make him gag. "Wait! MPH..Let me MDSGE.... SPEAK! MPHHHHH." Every time he swallowed one spoonful, another one was instantly behind it, giving him no pause to finish speaking. He tried to spit some out, but the machine simply scooped it up and kept going. He was forced to continuously swallow what he imagined was mashed fruits and vegetables with oatmeal- as strange, gooey substance clearly intended for babies. But no one would feet a baby like this? They wouldn't treat one this roughly, would they? Soon the bowl was finished, and Johann felt stuffed with the massive amount of goo so quickly shoved into him. The hands then grabbed the bottle and lifted him out of the chair. "WAIT!" he shouted. Miraculously, the machine paused. "What is this.. lesson... thing... you are giving me?" "LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY" "Yes! What is that? "LESSON 24B: DIAPER NECESSITY. USED FOR BABIES WHO ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THEIR DIAPERS OR ARGUE AGAINST THEM. IN ORDER TO INSTRUCT BABIES ON THE IMPORTANCE OF THEIR DIAPERS AND PUNISH FOR THE SAME TRANSGRESSION. THE BABY IS GIVEN SUPPLEMENTS TO ENSURE DIAPER USAGE, THEN KEPT INSIDE THEM." Johann's eyes went wide. "WHAT!? You can't... MPHHHH!" He was cut off once again as the bottle was shoved into his mouth. He glared at the arms, waited a moment, and refused to drink. "IF THE BABY IS HAVING TROUBLE DRINKING, HE CAN CERTAINLY BE ENCOURAGED." The machine held up a massive wooden paddle. Johann stared at it a moment, and realized the machine wouldn't let him go until he drank anyway. There is no way he'd win a contest of patience with an inanimate object. He sulked, and began to drink. "GOOD BABY, GOOD BABY," the machine said as it rocked and fed him. Johann just tried not to think about what he was ingesting, and what it would make him do. There had to be a way out of this. When he finished, the machine put the pacifier back in his mouth without tying it on. It then put him on the ground and said "GOOD BABY, NOW PLAY WITH YOUR TOYS." Not wanting to risk another spanking, Johann picked up his teddy bear and made a show of playing with it, all while trying to think of a way out. More importantly, he wanted access to a toilet before his 'lesson' on diaper ususage began. He could already feel his stomach grumbling, and did not like what that meant. The control panel was on the other side of the wall. If he could get to it, he could reset the machine to accept his voice commands again. He picked up the bear and threw it to where the door way had been. He stood up, but after a command from the machine not down, he could back down. He then crawled after the bear, stopping before what was now a sheer wall. He ran his fingers along it, hoping to find some kind of handle. He slowly stood up, leaning on the wall so that the machine didn't tell him to sit down again, and felt for any kind of opening. HE began pounding on it with his mittened fist. He felt arms grab him and carry him to the center of the room. A finger waggled in front of him. "BABY WILL NOT DO THAT AGAIN. IT MAKES IT SEEM LIKE BABY IS TRYING TO LEAVE, WHICH HE KNOWS IS A BIG NO NO. BABIES CAN'T LEAVE WITHOUT SUPERVISION. NOW STAY HERE AND BE GOOD" A large blue baby bouncer appeared underneath him, and Johann was set down into it. His feed dangled half a foot off the ground, and he realized he wouldn't be able to move from that spot. He tried to push himself out, but it latched on around his waste. Meanwhile, his diaper was pressed up against him, reminding of his new status, and what he would soon be required to do inside it. He felt his stomach rumble, driving the point home. Johann looked around helplessly. Aside from the teddy bear, there was nothing in arms distance he could grab onto. He could put the tips of his toes on the ground, but only managed to bounce around, which he stopped as soon as he realized how he must look. The bouncer was stationary, there was no way for him to walk or move back toward the wall. Johann stayed and sulked for what felt like hours. He tried to amuse himself with the bear, if anything to make a show for the machine. However, he couldn't distract himself for long. The cramps inside him kept growing. They came on quickly, making his stomach rumble and complain. He kept hoping the machine would let him out, but there was no such luck, and soon he was desperate. "MMM MMM!" He began making sounds against the pacifier, hoping to attract its attention. He waved his arms around and pointed at the pacifier, while pouting and sulking to show something was wrong. The hands removed the pacifier. "IS SOMETHING WRONG?" it asked. "Yes! Please, I really need to go to the bathroom." "Babies don't use the bathroom." "Please! I need to go.. uh... number two." As if to emphasize it, his stomach grumbled, and he heard a loud fart escape. He blushed and hoped that was all it was. "THEN YOU ARE ALL SET. THAT IS WHAT YOUR DIAPER IS FOR." "No! Please don't make me! I want to use the toilet!" "POTTY TRAINING WILL NOT BEING UNTIL YOU TURN 3." "I'm A GROWN MAN, YOU DENSE RUST BUCKET! LET ME GO!" Johann was getting desperate, and angry. "ARE YOU HAVING A TANTRUM? BABY WILL NOT TELL LIES." "I'm not a baby! You will let me use the toilet or I'll have you deactivated you worthless malfunctioning bastard!" "NO. BABY WILL NOT BLACKMAIL HIS CARETAKERS. "But this is pointless! Its ridiculous!" "BABIES WILL NOT ENGAGE IN SELF DESTRUCTIVE NIHILISM." "This can't be real." "SOLIPSISM IS ALSO BANNED." "SHUT UP! And let me out of these diapers!" "THAT IS ENOUGH. YOU WILL USE YOUR DIAPERS NOW. INITIATING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCE 34 C." "What?" Johann said, color draining from his face. The pacifier was again tied into his mouth, and he was suspended bent over. A hand raised up and spanked him hard enough to make him yelp. SMACK SMACK SMACK! The hand continued spanking him, and the machine spoke. "BAD BABY! YOU WILL BE SPANKED UNTIL YOU USE YOUR DIAPERS LIKE YOU ARE MEANT TO." Johann was in panic. He couldn't do that. However, his bottom was already sore from the previous spanking, and there was no way to escape. Furthermore, the pressure was building, and he was getting desperate. He swallowed his pride, and gave up. He felt a massive stream of muck come out of him and into his waiting diaper. The spanking spread the warm mush around, caking him. He cringed at the feeling, wanting more then anything for it to be over. However, after all that waiting and holding back, there was a lot in him and it kept coming out. The hands slowed down to a light patting as he finished. He shuddered, utterly humiliated. His only relief was that no one was there to see it. It took him a moment to realize that the hand hadn't entirely stopped. Instead, it changed its pattern, rubbing him and patting him. He looked at it questioningly. "THIS IS PART OF THE PUNISHMENT. BABY WILL HAVE HIS MESSY DIAPER RUBBED TO INCREASE DISCOMFORT, THEN REMAIN IN IT." The machine kept going, then slowly turned him over and sat him on a pair of arms folded like a knee to bounce him up and down. "What kind of horrid nursery is this!?" Johann thought as he sobbed. He felt the muck in his diaper get pressed against him again and again. Already, the smell made him want to gag, and the feeling made it worse. When it was finished, the machine put him in the corner and ordered him not to think about what he had done and not to move. Johann sulked, almost thank full for the teddy bear and pacifier. Having nothing to do or distract him, he couldn't stop thinking about the feeling inside his diaper, the horrible smell, or his humiliating circumstance. How could the machine make a mistake like this? Why would it treat a 'baby' so roughly? And how could he get out? Johann had know idea how long it had been when the machine finally picked him up. "DID YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU HAD DONE?" Johann nodded. "GOOD BABY. YOUR PUNISHMENT IS ALMOST OVER. YOU WILL BE CHANGED SOON, AND UNTIL THEN YOU CAN PLAY." Johann was happy for even the slightly good news, and tried to not think about the fact he was happy for a diaper change. That changed quickly, however, when he saw where he would be spending his 'play time.' The machine carried him back towards the bouncer, and despite his kicking and squirming, deposited him inside of it. "MMMMMMPPPHHH!" He moaned and wailed as the messy diaper was pressed against him. He sulked down, almost crying. The feeling was horrible, and getting worse by the minute. It was beginning to itch, and he was helpless to stop it. He hung pouting in the bouncer, holding tightly onto his teddy bear for the slightest bit of comfort. The machine turned on cartoons directly in front of him, and unable to turn away inside the bouncer, he was forced to watch. He didn't think he had ever been so miserable. Finally, the machine began to pick him up. "CHANGING TIME" it announced. Johann thought of how just a few hours ago that statement would seem ridiculous, and now it seemed like wonderful news. The arms had him suspended mid air when they stopped. Johann wondered what was going on.. "ACCEPTING NEW COMMANDER- Capt C. Cleveland." The machine said. "Oh no..." Johann thought. "When was the tour coming through?" As if to answer the question, the screen door began to move up. Johann's eyes went wide and he struggled helplessly against the arms. A deep horror dawned on him. "PAUSING FOR INSPECTION" the machine said, leaving Johann suspended mid air directly in front of the screen. There was an audible gasp as a collection of shocked faces saw Johann suspended spread eagle, wearing a babyish t shirt and diaper, sucking a pacifier, holding a teddy bear, with infantile cartoons on, clearly having just been taken out of a bumper and with a diaper changing table being prepared behind him. "Is that... is that Johann?" a voice said. Johann stared in shock. The voice was Amanda, one of his co-workers. Along with her most of his coworkers, his seniors, the commanders and admirals, the actual inspectors, and, it seemed, a tour group of visiting civilians. There were far more then he expected, and every one of them was staring at him. He wondered if anything could be more humiliating. His answer came quickly. "UNTWISTING ARMS" the machine said. Johann looked up to see that, by grabbing him when he was struggling, had become twisted in a loop. The result was Johann began to slowly rotate in front of the group. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop before it was too late. It didn't, and there was an audible gasp as Johann was turned backwards to reveal his messy diaper to the crowd, before facing them again blushing deeper then he ever had before. The audience was horrified, but remained, unable to turn away from the train wreck of a scene. "Ummm... Captain Cleveland... who is this?" the admiral asked. "That is... that is Johann sir, one of the monitors here," Johann's flabbergasted superior explained. "What is he doing dressed like that?" "Well sir... that is the nursery program, usually intended for babies." "Then why is he there?" "Well... there are... other... reasons people might want to use it. Some people take it for.. ahem.. personal reasons, which we don't ask about. It has different settings for that." "So, a fetish?" "Yes. He talked about going on sabbatical to relax... I didn't realize this is what he meant." Johann was partially relieved to finally have an explanation, partially horrified to realize everyone there thought he was a pervert. "Huh. It has other settings like this?" the Admiral asked. "Yes. Also, they can be used as a punishment, I'm not..." "PUNISHMENT INITIATED" the machine said. "Oh god" Johann thought as it swung him around. To the shock of everyone there, the machine bent him over directly in front of the screen. Johann cringed at what he knew was going to happen. There was a loud shout from the audience, and Johann felt a hand smack the back of his messy diaper. He shouted, and the hand kept spanking again and again. The audience was groaning and screaming. Captain Cleveland spoke up. "Abort, abort! Computer, stop that!" The machine stopped, and left him suspended. "Why don't we go check..." "CHECK INITIATED" the machine said. There was another horrified scream as Johann's messy backside was brought up close to the screen and presented to the audience. The screen was slightly raised to allow for a check from the audience. Johann heard loud gagging and people backing away. "IT IS MY OPINION THAT THE BABY'S DIAPER IS MESSY," the machine said. "NO NO!" the captain yelled, "just do what you were doing before!" "UNDERSTOOD. CONTINUING DIAPER CHANGE," the machine said, and Johann was carried to the changing table. There was a scream, louder then before, as people began filing away from the scene. "CLOSE THE SCREEN! CLOSE THE SCREEN!" the captain yelled. The crowd began to move away, with members stopping to watch in awe at Johann's diaper change. Johann himself was held down to the table as his diaper was untapped and removed. He stared at the closing screen, watching both his greatest humiliation and possibly his only chance of escape disappear. He thought of his future. These chambers were usually private and self sustained. If they thought he really was going on sabbatical, its possible he'd be here for months before they asked him back. That was even if they wanted him back after all this. He dreaded having to go in front of his boss to explain how he ended up in a messy diaper in front of the Admiral, not to mention the airborne robot. However, even that was better then staying here. He let the machine change him, and prayed someone would have the sense to come and ask. Thanks for reading! As always, comments or critiques are appreciated.
  17. I was awoken suddenly by a male voice. "I told you, you should have worn a diaper to bed! Now the bed is all wet!" he was yelling at me. "You are such a baby Rachel you can't even get through one night without wetting the bed! I swear you are 25 years old and you still wet the bed!" I was overwhelmed with humiliation and excitement. I started to cry as I sat in the middle of my own puddle of my piss. "I'm going to fix this mess!" he said with disgust, as he turned and walked out of the room. I sat there trying to figure out what he was going to do, but I was secretly hoping he would make me his baby girl. When he came back he was carrying a diaper, blindfold, pacifier, butt plug, KY jelly, powder, and a paddle. He put the items on the side of the bed all without a single word or sound. He sat on the side of the bed making it sag. He turned to me and said, "Here now!" as he pointed in front of himself. I did as I was told. I was standing in front of him. Looking deep into his brown eyes pondering and praying he would continue. "Dis rope!" I hesitated long enough to find the sting of the paddle across my ass. Tears pooled at my eyes as I dis roped. I was now standing naked in front of this man. He blindfolded me, and tied the oversized pacifier in my mouth around my head so I couldn't spit it out. As he did this I tasted the wonderful rubber touch my taste buds. Then with a sudden force he pulled me over his lap. He held me down so I couldn't move. My ass was on fire. "You better start counting them you naughty bed wetter or I will restart start and you better not miss one!" his deep voice echoed. I started counting the best I could past the huge pacifier in my mouth. I counted until he stopped at 40 with tears streaming down my face. He removed the tear stained blindfold but left the pacifier in place. He started to rub powder onto my burning ass, then he flipped me on my back and I winced from the pain of the spanking. I knew it would bruise. He began to rub the powder into my vaginal area, he started playing with my clit making me feel like I was about to cum but he stopped. "You can't stay dry at night without a diaper, you will not be allowed to cum unless you are in a diaper. Do you understand?" he stated with an evil grin knowing full well I was turned on. "Yes" I whispered unable to find my voice. "Yes what?" his evil grin still on his face. "Yes daddy." I stated looking down at the ground. "Now spread those legs young lady." I did as I was told. He got out a bottle of KY jelly and I heard the sound of it squish out of the tube and onto the butt plug. I felt the pressure of the plug against my bottom. "You are going to enjoy this baby girl." with that he pushed it in. I flushed with humiliation and excitement. He stood above me and looked at me soaking in every embarrassing detail. He got the diaper, it sounded so soothing. The crinkling, so safe. He slid it under my bottom, instantly my sore bottom relaxed. He pulled the top up and I heard the first pull of the tape pull away from the backing. I was half done up in my diaper pushing the butt plug even deeper. I started sucking on my pacifier. "Would my baby girl like to make cummies for daddy?" he asked even though we both knew it was his choice not mine. I shook my head yes and replied "yes daddy" he put his hand inside the diaper and started playing with my clit again. When I was close to orgasm I closed my eyes. "Open your eyes and look me straight in the eye you nasty little diaper slut!" "Yes daddy" I opened my eyes and looked him straight in the eyes as I reached my orgasm and came into my diaper. I sucked hard on my pacifier. Afterwards he did up the other side of the diaper and laid me down in the now cleaned up bed. We snuggled skin against diaper until we fell asleep. When we awoke the next morning daddy still had the evil grin upon his face. He pulled back the blanket to see my diapered bottom. Knowing full well there was a big butt plug in my bottom, he spanked my diaper as hard as he could sending shock ways up my spine. "Today we will be going to the Mall to get you some much needed baby clothes for you because you are acting so much like a baby," he said to me as I looked up at him with a small smile behind the pacifier still in my mouth. "You will keep that wet diaper on but we will be adding a toy to the mixture, you will not be allowed to remove it!" With that being said he pulled the front of the diaper forward a little and placed a big clit vibe on my special spot. He held a shiny little remote, which he turned on and I began to feel the vibe dance. It turned me on, and my clit began to get hard. I began to fidget in my diaper. "Daddy I'm a big girl!" I said to which daddy replied "Really, Big girls don't wear and wet their diapers!" Daddy then got me up, and put my most baby-girl looking outfit (a mini skirt and Mickey Mouse t-shirt) on me. You could even see my diaper under the skirt if you looked closely. I was so embarrassed but to top it off Daddy put my hair in pigtails with cute little pink bows. I tried to pull the bows out of my hair when daddy slapped my hands and said, "Be a good little baby and leave those in your hair!" "Yes daddy" I said with a shade of red spreading across my face. Daddy and I loaded up into the car, daddy in the front seat and me in the back seat and headed to the mall, "We will have to get you a car seat baby girl, don't want my baby getting hurt if we crash!" Daddy smiled at me in the rear-view mirror. When we got to the Mall I begged daddy to take out the paci before we went in, but he wouldn't, he said babies wear paci's all the time. I was as red and embarrassed as I could be. When we got in the Mall, daddy stopped at a food joint and ordered me the BIGGEST drink I had ever seen, but before he gave it to me he added two powders. He removed my paci and said “Drink this whole thing in the next 30 minutes baby girl" when he said this he handed me a BIG baby bottle filled with liquid. I started crying from embarrassment but started drinking it. When the 30 Minutes were up I had finished drinking the bottle and daddy had put my paci back in my mouth. We were in the Adult Baby store and daddy had turned my vibe on high, I was wiggling and trying hard to keep quiet, but it was getting so hard because I was feeling a pressure to go potty. "Daddy I gotta go potty." I whispered. "What baby girl? speak up I can't hear you!" daddy said with his evil grin! "Daddy I have to go potty!" I said begging him with my eyes to let me use the big girl potty but secretly hoping he would make me use my diaper. "You are in a diaper, which is your bathroom" he half said half laughed. I started crying, crossing my legs, holding my bottom praying we would hurry up and finish but it was too late......I could smell it and so could everyone else.....they were staring at me as the pooh moved around the butt plug and into my diaper. I wanted to run and hide but I hid in my daddy's side, still crying. We paid for the clothes with my diaper near leaking point now wet and messy. As we got in the car to go home Daddy kissed my forehead before buckling me into my new car seat and said "Don't worry baby Girl Daddy's going to take care of you forever!" On the car ride home I fell asleep dreaming of what life will be like as baby Rachie. To be continued.
  18. I'm trying something new: a story with two different "paths". Basically, after the prologue section, which ends in a choice being made, the story 'splits' into two separate stories, following the outcomes of the different choices - first a story covering the outcome of Choice A, and then another for Choice B. I hope it doesn't go over too poorly... DISCLAIMER: Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha is the property of 7Arcs Studios; this is a fan-based work and I make no money off of it. ----------------------- To say that Teana Lanstar felt nervous was a big understatement. Just yesterday, her long-withheld grievances, insecurities, and resentment had boiled over, resulting in what was already being called the “White Devil Incident”. Last night, the reasons behind Nanoha-san’s training had been explained, she and Teana had talked, with the younger girl ending up crying and apologizing in Nanoha’s arms. This morning, however, upon waking up, Teana had found a message sent to her by Nanoha, Fate, and Dr. Shamal, informing her that it had been decided a punishment was needed for her reckless actions, endangering others and especially herself, and telling her to show up at Nanoha & Fate’s quarters at 0930. Now, she stood in front of their door, her heart-rate already beginning to increase a little, and timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, it slid open, and a little holographic pink arrow formed in midair, pointing her inside. She followed a few more arrows, until she found herself entering the guest bedroom. Inside were Nanoha, Fate, and Shamal. “Good morning, Teana” Nanoha said. “I’m glad you’ve come. There are some things that need to be discussed.” “You have a dangerous habit, Teana” Shamal spoke up. “Pushing yourself far too hard to be healthy. Even though you’ve now been told why that’s bad, you still did it for quite a while before we found out. You put yourself at risk, and got Subaru pulled in. Plus, you caused quite some trouble for your instructors with the ‘stunts’ you pulled yesterday and at Hotel Augusta.” “That’s why,” Fate joined in, “it has been decided that… ‘corrective actions’ are in order. Not a permanent mark on your service record or anything like that, but something a little more direct and ‘personal’.” “Even though you’re in training to be a soldier,” Nanoha said, “and you put a large amount of responsibility on your shoulders… you’re still a young girl, and the possible punishments that have been decided are ones fitting for a young girl.” “We’re going to give you a choice between two punishments” Fate explained. “Both will involve staying here under my & Nanoha’s care until they are finished. Understand?” Gulping nervously, suddenly feeling very young and small, Teana nodded. “The first option,” Nanoha said, “is a set of spankings throughout the day.” Teana let out a frightened little squeak, eyes wide. She’d never been spanked before in her entire life… “It’s the classic way to punish naughty little girls, after all. You’ll stay here all day, and you’ll be bottomless, for the added factor of embarrassment from having your privates and your butt exposed, as well as for easy ‘access’.” “Of course, it won’t all be pain and humiliation” Fate chimed in. “We understand that a lot of the reason behind why you’re the way you are – short-tempered and impatient, desperate to prove yourself to the point of endangering yourself, and overall disobedient, standoffish, and surly – is because of your family situation. We know how your parents were both murdered when you were four, and how after your big brother, who meant everything to you, was KIA, you were not only left all alone but also had to put up with cruel, unforgivable comments from his ‘colleagues’ that shattered your faith in your family abilities…” “You ended up putting way too much responsibility and weight on your own shoulders,” Shamal said, “forcing yourself to grow up way too fast.” “So,” Nanoha picked up, “when you’re not being spanked, we’ll be giving you some of the motherly, big-sibling-type affection you are sorely lacking in. You won’t have to worry about responsibilities or pushing yourself while you’re under our care. Just a young girl, being cared for and taken care of… and punished for being naughty and putting herself in danger.” “Of course,” Fate spoke, “building on the idea of you being cared for, having your lost childhood ‘made up for’, the second punishment option will not involve any spankings. Though, it will almost-certainly be rather humiliating for you.” “Basically,” Shamal said, “Option #2 is for you to be kept here under Nanoha-chan & Fate-chan’s care for a few days, being treated like a baby – not allowed to do anything for yourself, dressed in cute frilly clothes, and of course being put in nice, thick diapers with cute designs, which you will be using thanks to some special spells added to the equation.” “They may be some picture-taking or even video-recording involved in that one,” Nanoha said with a little smile, “and, well… we won’t actively tell the other Forwards to come by and see you, but if they happen to decide to come visit on their own…” “So” Fate said. “You get to choose which punishment you receive, Tia: spanking or diapers? If you’re too embarrassed to say those words, you can just tell us ‘Option One’ or ‘Option Two’. But there is no third option: you must pick one or the other.” “Now then, Tia,” Nanoha said, “which do you choose?” Teana’s face was a little red, fear and the imagined helpless humiliation leaving her trembling slightly. Both punishment options sounded really bad, but she was being forced to choose one. She whimpered softly, eyes squeezed shut, and then her voice came out in a high, soft, pitiful squeak: “O… O-Option…” ----------------------- Next Time: We start with 'Path A', follow it through to the end, and then 'restart' with Path B.
  19. diaper

    Chapter 1 It was a Sunday and Zach had just gotten home from church and was completely exhausted. He had stayed up late the night before modding Skyrim and talking to friends online. Since it was only 1 o'clock Zach decided to get the computer and look on the Skyrim nexus for mods. He skipped through all of the armor and weapon mods that seemed to be piling up this week until he stumbled upon something weird, Play as a baby mod. Since Zach was bored out of his mind and had nothing better to do, he went ahead and downloaded it. He went into the game to activate it and thought it was strange when his character stayed the same, only losing his clothes to be changed into a thick adult diaper. "Bad modder", he thought to himself as he went to close the game deciding to get some z's in. Whenever he clicked the quit to desktop button a message popped up saying, "You will be greeted to a surprise in the morning ;)". "Weird", he though, but he ignored it and went to bed. He woke up the next morning to a weird feeling on his bum and crotch. Holy shit! Zach had shit himself and peed the bed! Except the bed wasn't wet and all of the mush seemed contained. He pulled up the covers to see a big bulky diaper. Zach started freaking out and went to his underwear drawer to grab something to change into, but when he opened it he was greeted by a drawer full of bulky diapers. He went to his closet to see if his clothes were there. Sure enough his clothes were replace by a bunch of onesies and babyish shirts. Zach checked his dresser and only found plastic pants and diaper covers. He managed to find shorts but they were really babyish with a dinosaur emblem etched into the side of the leg. He admitted defeat as he changed into a fresh diaper and the shorts. He threw on a dinosaur t-shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like an over sized toddler with the obvious bulk of the diaper and designs on the clothes. He went into the living room and saw his sister and immediately started accusing her of what happened to his wardrobe. She looked at him and laughed when suddenly Zach let out a big fart with a huge mess that followed. She looked down at his pants after smelling what had happened and noticed the bulk of the diaper. "EWW! Gross! Mom, Zach is wearing a diaper and he pooped in it!". Zach's mom walked into the room and immediately noticed the smell and diaper that Zach was wearing. "Is there something you want to tell me young man?", she asked with a disappointed look on her face. "No! You don't understand! I woke up wearing a diaper for some reason, and all of my clothes were replaced with baby stuff!". Zach's mom did not believe his story and told him to go to his room. He walked past his sister who was laughing uncontrollably. Once Zach was in his room his mom walked in with a changing mat and a diaper pail. She put the changing mat over Zach's dresser and continued to look through his drawers and stuff when found diaper supplies and placed them on the dresser. "Get up here." She said with a stern look. "But..." "No buts, get on the changing table right now!" Zach hesitantly walked to the dresser and climbed up feeling his diaper sag down really low. "Wow you're 16 and you still poop your diapers." She said disappointed. "Mom, I can't control my poop and pee for some reason!" She just glared at him as she pulled down his shorts exposing his diaper. Before Zach could object she undid the diaper and pulled it out from under him and wiped his privates. She pulled out a razor and and started shaving his parts. "Mom!" Zach yelled. She ignored him and continued to shave him until he was baby smooth. At this point Zach was in tears of embarrassment of all of the events that were happening. Zach's mom applied baby powder and diaper creme and put on two thick diapers. She pulled up his shorts and set him down. "Now hurry up you're going to miss the bus." She said as if everything was normal. Zach was so shocked by the events of the morning that he forgot about school. "Mom! Please let me skip school today! Take me to a doctor to find out why I cant control my pee and poo!" Zach pleaded. She disagreed and made him go to school wearing the toddler clothes and obvious bulky diaper. As he was waiting at the bus stop, Zach silently cried because he could feel everyone's eyes on him as he waited for the bus. When he got on the bus he could hear everyone whispering behind his back. Maybe he was just over reacting he thought to himself. Maybe No one has noticed. Suddenly someone yelled out, "Does someone need a diaper change?!". Everyone on the bus burst out in laughter as Zach started sobbing. When he got to school, Zach ran to the nurses office and told her that he didn't feel to well. Noticing the diaper she told him to take a seat. When he sat down he erupted with pee and poo instantly filling his diaper like a baby. Noticing the smell the nurse said that she would call his mother. Zach felt so embarrassed as people came in and out of the nurses office noticing that Zach had pooped in big diapers. His life was over, he thought to himself. Chapter 2 When Zach's mom got to the school she talked with the nurse, saying that from now on Zach would be wearing diapers. Zach sat there in shock as the conversation went on, they talked about how he was going to have a changing process and that he would take fish oil pills to reduce the smell. Finally Zach's mom signed some papers and pulled out a bag of babyish diapers that read ABU Space on the side. Zach started crying again when he realized that he was going to start going to school in diapers. After his mother left the nurse directed Zach to the bathroom where she proceeded to change his diaper. Zach was to embarrassed to say anything else to the nurse. After he was changed into the diapers he pulled up his shorts waiting for the nurse to tell him what to do. Zach was shocked when the nurse told him to go to class. "Go to class like this?" Zach objected. "Your mom signed these papers that say you will go about your normal activities in diapers.". Zach went to geometry as he was told to do and saw everyone's eyes on him as he went to take his seat. His geometry teacher told Zach that he was informed of his situation loud enough for everyone else to hear. Everyone started laughing which made Zach cry out of embarrassment. "Awww, is the widdle baby crying?" Someone said, which made the torment and laughter start again. Zach's geometry teacher told the class to settle down, saying something about needing to learn about trigonometry. Zach's day progressed for the worse when word of him wearing and messing diapers had traveled around the school. His best friends told him that they couldn't be friends with a diaper baby and laughed in his face. Zach was alone in the already tough high school. Zach had wet his diaper a few times and right after lunch he messed it while being teased in art. He told his teacher what had happened which caused the class to roar with laughter. The teacher let him go to the nurse where he got changed again. He accidentally peed on the nurses hands which he apologized profusely about because he couldn't control it. The nurse told it was fine, and he was sent back to class, and back to the torment. After what seemed like eternity the day was over and Zach went home. When Zach went in his room he dropped his stuff in horror as he looked around his room. His bed was replaced by a crib, his desk was replaced with a over sized baby bouncer, and his dresser was replaced with a giant changing table with straps and an under storage area. He asked his mom what was going on. She explained that since he wears diapers and messes his pants like a baby, he will be treated like a baby. She told him to go to the kitchen for dinner. When he got in there he noticed a high chair which he somewhat expected. He sat in it and waited for dinner so he wouldn't get yelled at. but when he put the table down over him, he heard it lock into place. He struggles do get out but it was too tight. "Stop fighting it," she said, "you're a baby now. Get used to these things.". She pulled a pizza out of the oven, which relieved him. At least he could enjoy some good food after the worst day of his life. "Oh, you think this is for you?" She asked sarcastically. "This is for mommy and sissy. You get baby food." Zach was too tired to argue so he just sat there in defeat as his mom tied a bib around his neck and pulled out a jar of baby food. As she got a spoonful and brought it near Zach's face he tried to grab the spoon from her. She explained that since he was a baby he was going to have to be spoon fed by his mommy. Zach opened his mouth and took the first spoonful. he immediately spit it out. "Gross, carrot!" he exclaimed. His mother quickly pulled him out of the chair and bent him over her knee. Zach was surprise by how strong his om was for her size.Suddenly his bum felt likeit was on fire, she was spanking him! He quickly started crying from the pain, hoping for it to stop soon. When it did Zach was exhausted and in tears.
  20. Quite a long story based on some of my favorite stories by other authors as well as some of my true diapered adventures! PART 1 As a lifelong diaper lover, who wears diapers for bedwetting, occasional incontinence and just pure fun, and as a guy who also loves massages to help me relax, I have combined the two on many occasions, which makes for an amazing experience! The first full-body massage I had, was at a super nice day spa, I decided to wear a Dry 24/7, which happen to be a very thick disposable diaper with a very crinkly plastic outer cover. I was scared to death and had no idea what to expect, I half expected the masseuse to run out of the room screaming when she discovered my diaper. I was too embarrassed to mention anything to her about it ahead of time. But, when she reached my diaper area, aside from a couple little pauses while I think she was trying to figure out how to tuck the sheet into waistband of the diaper, never a word was said. The massage was spectacular and being diapered just enhanced the experience. Since then, I have had dozens of massages, mostly with different masseuses, and all while diapered. I did, however, in retrospect realize that it was a bit messed up that first time to not at least mention my diaper beforehand. Each time thereafter I have given the masseuse the courtesy of letting them know I'm wearing a diaper. So far I have only had one reaction to the news...the masseuse asked if I had any concerns and I mentioned that I had a weak bladder, so I was wearing a diaper just in case. She laughed a little and said "Well that's always good..." Then she asked if I had to leave it on for the massage. I told her I would prefer to, it would help me relax. She giggled and shook her head a little and said "Diapers!" After that all was fine, it was a great massage and we chatted about world events and even politics, with no more mention of my diaper. I must say, the relaxing qualities of the massage combined with thick padding is a heavenly experience. I usually wear a Dry 24/7 disposables and even occasionally thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I figure if something is worth doing, do it right! One time I got a young Asian girl, probably about 23 years old, who took quite an interest in my plastic pants. When she first saw me in them she looked a bit confused and said "What are these?" I told her they were plastic pants and she said "ooh I like them, like babies!" as she touched them and kind of examined them. Throughout the massage she touched, felt and patted my plastic pants quite a bit, not in a sexual way, just as part of the massage and genuinely seemed quite fascinated by them. I remember she even climbed on top of me and sat on my thighs to massage my back, something I have never had a professional massage masseuse do before or since. It was a really enjoyable experience. I have regular cute little masseuse named Lauren that had worked on me a few times before and knows about my diapered state, and she seems totally cool with it. She has no problem working around the areas my diaper touches and will often fold the diapers waistband down to get my lower back. One part of the massage I was missing by being in a diaper was my glutes, so I decided to try something new. I asked her if I could start face down on the table (normally they start me face up). She said "of course" and was curious why, so I explained what I would like to do, which she agreed made sense to her. What I did was this: So my diaper doesn't get in the way of the lower back & glutes massage, I laid it down flat, with the tapes facing forward toward the head of the table, and received the first 30 minutes of my massage face down with the diaper unfolded underneath me. I even wet a little like that, it was no problem since it was in a Dry 24/7. Then when it was time to roll over onto my back, my masseuse asked if I would like her to leave the room for a minute so I could get "situated," but she quickly added that she didn't mind (if I didn't mind) her just holding up the sheet while I did so. I said I didn't mind, so she just held up the sheet and I rolled onto my back and fastened my diaper on in the normal fashion, then she went on with the session. This method worked out great for me, and there were no problems. Another time with Lauren, I was in cloth diapers and plastic pants and had just I rolled onto my back and was fastening the pins while on the table. She had remained in the room, and was holding up a sheet, so my body was blocked from her view. The pin on the left side wouldn't fasten correctly, and I was about to ask her to leave for a moment so I could get pinned properly and then put on plastic pants. All of the sudden, she reached over, pinned on the diapers tightly and put the plastic pants over my feet and gently pulled them up over my diapers. I lifted my butt as she maneuvered them over the diapers and made sure that no cloth was showing around my legs and gave me a final pat on my plastic pants. I was red-faced, but grateful that I could get on with the massage and just laid there with my eyes closed savoring the moment and feeling wonderful. You never know. I just try to shrug things off when they happen. You have to be mindful, though. I'd had a massage and had gotten dressed into a fresh disposable diaper. When I walked out to the front desk, the same cute blonde masseuse Lauren that has seen my cloth diapers and plastic pants many of time, appeared and asked if I was comfortable. I said that I was. But, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw she was holding my blue nursery print plastic pants that I had left behind on the table. She laughed and said to me “cute plastic pants for a baby” as she handed the plastic pants to me along with a business card for her new in home massage service. The receptionist at the front counter got quite a laugh out of it as well. Talk about being at a loss for words! Whether they joke about it later to their coworkers is debatable, they're human. I bet it makes their day, and I always make sure to leave a great tip anyway, just in case, so I doubt they hate me too much. A couple of weeks later, I decided to call Lauren and schedule a massage. After finding her business card, I gave her a quick call to schedule my appointment and we quickly agreed on Saturday at 12:00. She told me she would bring her massage table and I should be diapered and ready upon her arrival. All morning Saturday I could not get the thought of the massage out of my mind. I had probably drank about a gallon of ice tea, trying to insure I would wet my diapers later. About 11:00 I took a long hot shower, applied a generous amount of baby lotion followed by a heavy dusting of baby powder. I then decided I would finally go all out and wear thick cloth diapers and my favorite snap on pink nursery print plastic pants. I topped these off with a women’s short yellow fleece beach top that ended just above the waistband of my plastic pants. After looking in the mirror, I had second thoughts that I might be going too far just as the doorbell rang. I quickly threw some baby blue fleece short shorts on over my diaper, thinking there is no turning back now and went to answer the door. When I opened the door my jaw about dropped, Lauren looked stunning dressed in black lycra short shorts, a very revealing black halter top and high heeled sandals. She just looked me up and down as a huge smile came across her face. She all the sudden broke my trance when she said, “you look more like a toddler ready to go out and play then a man ready for a massage.” I blushed, as she giggled and asked me “which was it.” I laughed and told her I did not know what she was talking about. She said “a toddler or a man, from the look of those puffy sissy shorts I am guessing a toddler, why don’t you remove your shorts and we can find out?” I once again blushed, but started pulling my shorts down revealing a very thick diaper and pink nursery print plastic pants. She started to laugh, and snapped a quick photo of me with her phone and said “a toddler it is and with those pink baby pants, I would even say girly or sissy baby at that.” Out of humiliation, I started to put my shorts back on when she stopped me and told me, ‘just leave them off for the massage, besides you look cute in your thick diapers, pink baby pants and babyish yellow top,” as she shot another photo. “Oh, and the photos, those are my little insurance policies.” She took my hand and said “come along baby and show me where to setup.” I lead her to the spare bedroom as she patted me on my thickly diapered bottom and “told me she would be a few minutes and would call me when ready.” I quickly got out of there wondering what I had gotten myself into and why the different behavior in Lauren. While I was waiting in the living room, I began to wonder if I had shut the closet door in the spare bedroom. This is where I store all my fetish and sissy gear, to include; diapers, baby pants, dresses, rompers and more. As I started to worry, Lauren came out of the room telling me she was all setup and ready. I followed her back into the bedroom, shockingly noticing the closet door wide open, with my pink baby dress and other sissy items on full display. I avoided looking at the closet or discussing it in hope that she had not noticed, but how could she not? The massage table was all setup with clean white sheets as she told me to get up on the table and lay face down. I took the top off as I got up on the table, I then reached to unsnap my plastic pants and she quickly stopped me, telling me she would take care of that later. I wondered what was up, because she usually starts with my massage with me face down with the diaper unfolded underneath me so she can massage my glutes. I put my face through the hole in the table noticing her stunning long tan shapely legs and high heels. She rubbed some oil on her hands as she started on my back and shoulders in long rhythmic motions and little harder and deeper massage than usual. As she continued with the massage, I could occasionally feel her brushing the top of my plastic pants. I started to feel the pressure in my bladder building to a point that I could not hold it anymore and soaked my diaper. She finished with my back and started on my legs working the inside of my thighs. I quickly began to get excited as she kept brushing by my plastic pants making them crinkle, I just hoped she would not notice my erection or the fact that I was soaked. As the massage continued, she asked me “why are you dressed like a toddler today with such a thick diaper and pink nursery print plastic pants?” I told her that I was due to my incontinence. She laughed and said “I don’t know of any men that would wear such a babyish outfit like you had on, because they are incontinent!” I laid there trying to think of something to say when she smacked my diapered bottom hard a couple of times and said, “Is that also why you also have a closet full of adult size baby dresses, romper, sun suits, butt plugs, handcuffs and more?” She stopped the massage and said “you better be coming up with a good reason why you have all of these sissy items and wear diapers soon.” She started to unsnap my plastic pants and then laid them down between my legs. Next she reached to remove my diaper, quickly discovering I was soaking wet and telling me “you are nothing but a big sissy baby are you?” I started to get mad and told her “we are done with the massage, I will pay you and you can leave.” She laughed and said “you lied to me, do you really think you are in charge, you will take what you got coming and do as I say or I will post the pictures I have of you in your little pink diapers all over the internet and around town.” Lauren was completely in character for this massage unlike any other time as she berated me for lying to her about my incontinence. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn she was genuinely upset. She then grabbed the diaper pin and started undoing them and pulling my wet diaper down. Next, she walked to the head of the table and looked under at my face and said “you might need this” as she stuck one of my pacifiers in my mouth. Once satisfied that I was ready, she started to spank me with my own teddy bear shaped leather paddle she must have found in my closet. I had never been paddled this hard before and was unprepared for the sensation. After only a few swats, I was wiggling all over the table while sucking on my pacifier, at which point she told me that if couldn’t keep my butt steady she would need some help. I felt her reach for something with her free hand and then felt something greasy against my asshole. I lay there for probably 5 minutes moaning to the feeling while she gradually got my ass relaxed enough to slip my butt plug in place to my horror and growing erection. Once she was happy with the placement, she told me that if I squirmed now, the paddle would hit the plug and that wouldn’t feel too good. She then proceeded with another 20 or so swats with the paddle as I started to cry into the pacifier. After she was satisfied with my punishment and glowing red bottom, she told me to turn over. I slowly turned over grimacing to the searing pain from the paddling and the plug pushing further into my bottom while trying to conceal my erection with my already wet diaper and plastic pants. She would have none of it as she pulled my diapers down exposing my rock hard erection as she laughed and said “you call that little thing a cock, no wonder you wear baby diapers” while folding my diaper and plastic pants back over erection. “Whack off!” she commanded, which I did, anxious to be rid of the fullness in my prick. Obviously, I was jerking off too slowly to appease her, however, because Lauren continually humiliatingly teased me for being such a tiny dick diapered sissy! Just before I was about to shoot off, she unfolded the diaper so that I could blow my wad into the air instead of losing my load inside the baby clothing! Once I came, and my juice shot into the air, Lauren caught it in the palm of her hand, forcing her hand against my mouth, and making me lick off my own juice! Satisfied with the result and my utter humiliation, she looked at me and said, “I told you to come up with a good reason why you have all of these sissy items and wear diapers.” She reached to take the pacifier out of my mouth and said “I am all ears and don’t lie or the next spanking will be much worse.” I wiped the tears in my eyes and told her that in fact “I am in fact bed wetter and incontinent at times and while do not have to wear such thick diapers during the daytime, I do so because I like to.” She smirked and said “keep going.” I explained that “I am Diaper Lover (DL) that loves to wear diapers, plastic pants and various baby clothes. I was looking for friends and or dominants into forced diapering for discipline, punishment and humiliation. I love to be forced to wear barely covered or exposed diapers and plastic pants in places and circumstances that push me beyond my comfort factor.” I told her “After all, it’s all about the fear of discovery and sometimes like today, the resulting punishment and humiliation.” As I laid on the table looking up at her, she reached over and gave me a kiss on the forehead and thanked me for be so honest, and said “I am still mad at you for lying to me when I thought the reason for diapers in the past was purely medical.” She then went to the closet and took out a thick cloth diaper and some fresh pink plastic baby pants. When I asked her “what are you doing?” She told me “it’s time to get the baby dressed.” I pleaded and told her “I don’t want diapers now.” After all, I just had an orgasm while in diapers in front of this beauty and my desire to wear diapers was gone at this moment. She ignored me, as she gently reinserted the pacifier, telling me “this should quiet you down,” and then asking me to lift my butt, she then proceeded to pull my wet diapers and plastic pants from under me throwing them in my diaper pail. She found my baby wipes and cleaned my up completely, followed by a generous amount of baby oil and a heavy dusting of baby powder. My pacifier wasn't calming me this time, I squirmed and kicked my legs in frustration as she took hold of my feet and gently pushed my legs back so my knees were close to my face before parting my legs wide and checking my butt plug in preparation for my diaper. I imagined the sight that befell her as she spread my legs even wider, exposing my most intimate parts to the world. I covered my eyes with my arm trying to block out the awful humiliation I was enduring. I sucked hard on my pacifier as she pulled the diaper up and over my penis. I felt the softness of the toweling envelope and hug me as the diaper was pulled tightly around me and pinned into place. The diaper was huge, ten times bigger than my disposable ones. I opened my eyes and looked down and saw a huge mass of white soft fluffy diaper between my legs and around my waist. It was so thick that even though my legs were spread as far apart as they would go, the diaper was still pressing against my inner thighs. She kept my legs in their exposed position as she picked up the plastic pants. Then she gave them a shake and proceeded to place them over my feet. The plastic was very soft and rustled gently as my feet were guided through the leg holes. I felt the elastic gradually tighten around my legs as they were pulled up to my thighs before being stretched and pulled up over my diaper. She then brought my legs down and proceeded to adjust them, she pulled the plastic pants up as high as she could, and tucked the toweling diaper under them wherever it poked out. The pink diaper pin was still visible under the plastic pants. Then she once again spread my legs wide and closely examined the leg holes, paying particular attention in making sure the diaper was securely under the plastic pants, and each time she tucked the diaper in she would release the elastic with a snap. Then, as if the degradation could get no worse, Lauren instructed me to roll over onto my tummy so she could examine the diaper around my bottom. It seemed there were no limits to the lengths that she would go to make me feel total and utter humiliation and shame. I continued to suck on my pacifier as I awkwardly rolled over onto my stomach, the plastic pants rustling softly as I did so. The diaper between my legs was so thick that it was impossible to close them to any degree what- so - ever which made it easier for her to conduct her checks and adjustments because my legs were in a constant 'spread'. I lay there on the table with my diapered bottom sticking up in the air and buried my face in my arms she began to examine me. Her delicate fingers pulling and adjusting my plastic pants, all the while making soft 'Cooing' sounds. She broke my trance by throwing my yellow baby top at me and telling me to meet her on the back patio. I asked her for my shorts as she laughed telling me “you won’t need those for a while.” Once I got out on the patio, I found her laying in one of my lounge chairs with her all her clothes off erotically pleasuring herself. I must say she looked absolutely stunning with a tan long legs, perfect breasts and body to die for. Upon noticing me staring at her, she told me “even though you dress and look like a baby in your thick diapers and baby pants, you need to take care of me for once and try and act like the man you should be, make me cum baby boy!” I was more than willing as I went to town worshiping this lovely goddess with my mouth and hands starting at her breasts and slowly working my way down her tight stomach and vagina until she came a few times. Laying there fully spent and out of breath, she looked down at me and said “That was very good baby boy, you can relax for a few minutes and slowly nurse on my nipples like a good baby.” I quickly nuzzled up on her gorgeous breast taking her nipple in my mouth and softly sucking away as she slowly moaned putting her hand around the back of my head and pulling me in close and stoking my hair. I felt pressure building in my bladder as we were both getting more and more into my nursing. All the sudden I let loose, once again wetting my diaper. She stopped what she was doing and pushed me off of her onto the floor as she screamed, “What the hell did you just do, don’t tell me you wet your diapers again like a sissy diaper boy?” She looked down at me with my head hung down in shame and I admitted the awful truth to her. She stood up and got dressed and with her hands on her hips said, “You want to dress and act like a baby, that is what you will get. By the time I am done with you sissy diaper boy, you will wish you never wore diapers. Stand up and go to the room.” I quickly stood up as she smacked my wet diapered bottom hard and told me to get moving. We got to the room and she went straight to my closet pulling out various items, all while smiling to herself. She said I could stay in my now wet diaper and baby pants and think about the trouble I am in. She reached to take my top off and then said, “Won’t you look cute in this little dress?” In her hands was my favorite short pink baby dress with a white lace apron and peter pan color. She slid the dress over my head and then puffed up the short sleeves, while telling me to turn around. Next she zipped it up and tied my long sash into a big bow. Laughing, she then whispered in my ear, “The best part of this sissy baby dress is it does nothing to cover your big fat diapers and baby pants, everyone will know you are still in diapers.” She then smacked me hard on my diapered bottom and told me “Sit down.” I sat down as she picked up my black and white saddle shoes with pink lace ankle socks. “Won’t these look cute with your dress and diaper?” She knelt down and slid my socks on followed by my shoes and then told me to stand and show her what a cute and pretty baby I was. I stood up as she told me to turn around a couple of times. She smiled and took some more photos and saying "You look just like a big sissy baby." I told her “I think we have gone far enough and you got your point across, I’m done.” “Sure no problem, I think the photos of you will look great on the internet. She said and then added, “Why don’t you stop your silliness and lay face down on the bed.” Realizing I am screwed either I laid down as instructed. She fixed my hands behind my back with my own handcuffs laying the key on the night stand. She then took a strap and lashed my feet together and then attached the strap to the handcuffs, finally giving me a couple pats on my thickly diapered bottom and once again taking photos. I realized, I must look ridiculous as a man tied up and dressed in a pink frilly baby dress that is so short it does not come close to covering my thick diapers and nursery print plastic baby pants or the babyish shoe and socks on my feet. I was all the sudden startled when I heard my cellphone ring. Lauren walked over to pick the phone up as I begged her not to answer it. She looked at the screen and said “Beverly, wonder who she is?” Next, she pushed the talk button and said “Hello” It was at this point that I cursed myself, realizing I have nothing but my silly fetish to blame for getting me into this situation. “Oh hi, I’m Lauren his masseuse from the Sports Club, we just finished a session.” She said and added, “He was all wet and sweaty and had to get changed.” Lauren smiled at me and said, “Ok, I will tell him you’re coming over in 30 minutes so you can ride together to Grills, I am sure he will be thrilled!” I pleaded with Lauren not to do this to me, but she just responded into the phone, “Nice talking to you too. If you ever want a great massage, come by the Sports Club. Bye.” Lauren, then wrote something down on a piece of paper before turning to me and asking, “Who is Beverly and what is she to you?” I told her, “We are just good friends that have drinks together and she is like a little sister to me.” She responded, “Well won’t she be surprised to find out she actually has a baby sister still in diapers?” I said, “You can’t be serious, please let me go.” "I think you need to stay like that for a while and think about how you've behaved, lying to and deceiving me" She said and, before walking away towards the front door added "If you're a good baby, maybe I'll rub you through your diaper and let you mess in it before we go out shopping tomorrow." At that point, I heard Lauren’s heels click across the tile floor and the door open and shut, sealing my fate. I laid there once again thinking of the trouble my own desire for diapers had gotten me into. A little while later, I heard a faint knock on the door followed by its opening. I was hoping it was Lauren returning to let me out of this mess, just as I heard Beverly’s voice yell out “Hello.” I thought it was best to remain quiet and just hope she leaves as I wiggled around a little trying to get comfortable in my already wet diaper and crinkly plastic pants. To be continued.
  21. Chapter One Scourge awoke that night in a frenzy; he was flailing about, pawing at an invisible assailant, and kicking away unseen blows from his aching stomach. He shot up from bed, panting and drenched in sweat, and ran a gloved hand through his green spines. The green-furred hedgehog looked around, making sure nothing was waiting to ambush him, and sighed when he realized that he was sitting in a pool of his own urine. This had been happening for weeks; he'd curl up around Fiona's dozing, slender body, caressing her and moaning as she kissed his neck, then wake up screaming and writhing. The warm wetness he felt between his legs and along his back made him cringe, disgusted by what he continued to do; he hated pissing himself like an infant. Eventually, he slipped over towards the one bathroom in the bedroom, reaching for the doorknob. Before his hand closed around it, something happened that made his blood run cold; his legs gave out from underneath his body, and he began to spasm, jerking from side to side, froth spilling from his freshly parted lips. He saw the concerned face of his girlfriend hovering over him, then nothing. The world around him faded, and he was left wondering what he'd just done. Scourge could feel the razor against his rough-edged quills, softening the sharp ends into tufts of what felt like downy fur; he couldn't stop the process if he tried. A warm rag, drenched in water and rubbing alcohol, rubbed against his raw thighs and he cried out, moaning and shifting in his sleep as it violated him. He only clenched his jaw, batting at the cloth, shoving in an attempt to make this degrading process end. When he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but blurry shapes and lights that made his now sensitive eyes ache; tears dripped down his cheeks, as his girlfriend cooed sweet nothings into his ears and stroked his head. She said something about a shot, but his ears were buzzing with his own frantic thoughts, his attempts to keep himself breathing; why was he so vulnerable? Why was his heart racing, and what was happening to him?
  22. The below excerpts from Mistress Morgana pretty much describes my thoughts and feelings about diapers and dominance to a T. "Many submissives experience a loss of control, erotic embarrassment and vulnerability through diapering that is unparalleled by any other sort of play. There is great symbolic significance in the image of a strong woman leaning over you, with a bright shiny diaper pin held between her teeth as she fastens you into an apparatus that deprives you of your maturity, your agency, your self-determination." "For those who wish to remain in their adult selves, diapering offers a devastatingly kinky variety of play options. Consider the erotic embarrassment of the "incontinent" boyfriend or spouse made to endure the embarrassment of diapering, the water sports enthusiast, or the sensationalist who loves the look and snug feel of layered plastic pants. Diaper dominance is powerful because it is taboo: It is an activity clearly shameful in adults, and for this reason it can be a source of deeply erotic kinky play." What are your thoughts and feelings on diapers and dominance? http://www.mistressmorgana.com/mommy.html#tab2
  23. Jack woke up slowly. He glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed. 6:55. Five minutes until it went off.Smiling to himself, he reached over and turned the alarm off. He then looked down at the girl who was lying beside him. Brown haired, fairly tall, muscular, angular face with high cheekbones, and above all beautiful, Steph was the girl of his dreams. She was perfect. Well, except perhaps for one thing, some would say. As far as he was concerned, that was only debatably a flaw. Jack, himself a well built, tall and brown haired man, would probably debate the other side.As the clock neared seven, he bent over and put a hand on Steph’s shoulder. “Good morning baby girl,” he said, “its time to wake up.”She stirred slowly, smiling.“Come on little one, the sun is up! Don’t let the day go away.”“I don’t want to,” she said gruffly, but still smiling.“Awww well that’s too bad little one. You have to go to work.”“Says you, you’re just going to go back to bed.”“And whose fault was it for booking shifts on the weekend so you could go out on a weekday?”“Five more minutes?”“No. Come on, don’t be a brat.”With that, he picked her up and sat her in his lap and kissed her. She snuggled in close. She wiggled her bum over his legs, making a quiet crinkling sound. He turned on the bed side lamp, flooding the room with light. The large wooden bed they slept on was surrounded by a desk, night table, and deep red walls.“You awake now?”“Mmhmm” she nodded.“Good. Then it’s time for a diapie check.”She sat up straight and began to push away. “Hey no! Don’t be mean! Jack, no! I can do it!”“Come on baby girl, if you could do it yourself you wouldn’t need them. Don’t try to hide your widdle accidents.”She struggled half heartedly, pushing for a moment before letting him lay her down again on her back, not really trying to stop him. She folded her arms and made an attempt at a glare that thinly disguised a smile. “I can do it” she mumbled.“Sure you can,” he smiled. Slowly, he pulled down her cotton pyjamas bottoms to reveal a white diaper.Jack looked at it a moment. “Hmmmm… I think we can both guess what the answer is going to be,” he said. Steph blushed, still smiling, and looked away. “But I guess I can give you the benefit of the doubt. Even if it’s just to make you feel better.”She stuck her tongue out at him, and he replied with the same.Jack reached forward with his hand and felt the bottom of her diaper. “Yep, that is one wet diaper little one. Poor little diaper girl, never learned to use the potty I guess.”“Hey!” she whined, “it’s only at night!”“Sure it is Little Ms. Potty Pants. And never mind your excuses. It’s still more then you’re supposed to at your age.”“Don’t be mean! I can’t help it! It’s not fair to make fun.”“Oh yeah? Then why do you smile every time I do?”She struggle a moment, trying to frown, but her lips kept moving up. “Shuddup,” she said. Then, her smile turned a bit darker. “Maybe there is something I know that you don’t know.”“Uh huh. Apparently “how not to be a pants soaking diaper girl” isn’t one of them. That’s something I know but you don’t. Come on, let’s get you changed.” He stood her on her feet, patted her bum, and led her by the hand toward the bathroom. The bathroom was attached to the bedroom. It was black tiled and grey walled, and had the full sink, toilet, shower and bath, with a few long mirrors along the wall.“Heh! I can do it myself!” she said, pulling.“Sure you can. You can also wake up to the alarm every morning rather than my kisses, but we both know you prefer it this way. If you didn’t want me to change you, you’d have stopped me some time in the last 8 months we’ve been doing this.”“Fine,” she said, and lay down.Carefully, he undid the tapes on her diapers. “Tsk tsk little princess, supposed to be all grown up, and still getting your soggy diapers changed. When are you going to grow up and learn to use the potty?” He wrinkled his nose.She made a face that was between a glare and a pout, but the smile was coming through.He continued. He was taking as much time with it as he could. He opened the front of her diaper and wrinkled his nose with an exaggerated disgust. “Jeeze. I bet the entire house would smell better if you did, stinky girl. Look how soaked this is! If it wasn’t for your little baby pampers, we’d of had to through the bed out.”“You know, it’s not nice to make fun of medical conditions. You better be careful!”“Oh, and why is that, smelly girl? What’s gonna happen, one day your wet your diaper-wipers too much for me to handle?” He wrapped up the used diaper and through it out.“I’m just saying, bad things sometimes happen to people who do stuff like that. People don’t like it, and they want to get back at them.”“Sure, sure baby girl. You can’t even get by without me changing your huggy-wuggies. I’m not afraid.” He began cleaning her with baby wipes.“Well, Karma happens, it’s all I’m saying. And stop calling them that! You sound ridiculous.”“What? You don’t like me teasing you with the names of your cute little pamper-wampers? I don’t think the girl who just got her huggy-wuggies should be calling anyone ridiculous.”“They are Dry-24/7s and you know it. Adult diapers, not baby diapers.”“Uh huh… Pretty sure that’s an oxymoron. They are definitely your widdle baby diapoos.” he stopped. He reached inside the pack and took another out, then studied it carefully. “You know… since you’re such a potty pants baby, I’m not sure if I can let you go to work in normal undies. I think you should be in your diapers. Just in case.”“Oh really?” she asked dryly.“Yep. I think little babies who wet themselves should be in diapers 24/7, just like the name says. In fact, I think I should put your bum right back into diapers right now and send you off like that, crinkling away. Then, if anyone noticed, they will know that you’re a little baby potty pants. Seems fair to me.”“Alright.”“What?”“Do it. Diaper me up. I agree. Like you said, little babies who wet themselves should be in diapers 24/7. Totally fair. ”He looked at her questioningly. “You’re serious?”“Yep. Like you said, I clearly need them.”Jack wasn’t sure what to do. He had been teasing her, as he often did. Normally they moved on, kissed, than repeated the joke the next day. He never expected her to actually tell him to do it, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. What was she up to?“Well? Are you going to diaper me or not?”“Sure, if you want it. I’ll diaper your bum little girl.” He grabbed the powder.“Buut…”“Here we go,” he rolled his eyes. He knew there would be something else.“BUT,” she emphasized, ignoring his remark. “If I wear this to work, then I get to decide what you wear today.”“So you’ll just put me in diapers? No deal.”She giggled. “No, no. I have a different idea for you. You’ll be wearing my clothes. My NORMAL clothes. Don’t worry, I’m not going to put you in diapers this morning.”He leaned back and thought a moment. “So you’ll wear a diaper to work, and all I have to do is cross dress at home?”“Yep.”“Where no one can see me?”“Yep.”"Why would that be worth it to you?"She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know. I guess you'll have to wait and find out."He looked at her, then at the thick white garment in his hand. Was this some kind of trick? She seemed pretty eager... but this was the sort of game they often played... What was she planning? He thought a moment more. “Alright, deal” he said. They shook hands.(Part 1 of 4, comments and critiques are appreciated)
  24. Taken from the multi-fetish ebook: ABDL Tales With a Twist, here a few snippets from a story about not allowing a day off to become an off-day. --------------- “Morning Coffee” With her hands folded and placed comfortably on her lap, Emmie closed her eyes and smiled. Exhaling softly, she relaxed into her sit on the downstairs toilet. There was nothing quite like that first relaxing, morning pee. Well … maybe there were a few things better than that. And with the fresh memories of last night’s events, she was as relaxed as she was worked up by the sensations. Emmie loved sex. There was no plainer way to say it or think it. Being able to admit to that need made it possible for her to be smart about it and to pursue it and to find it with the right person - all of this without becoming or being seen or referred to as a whore. But no amount of that kind of intimacy would ever be fulfill for her, even though it made a nymphomaniac out of her, if she hadn’t found the right person to share a bed with. Emmie was a looker and she had all the feminine wiles in places to swoon the most resistant of men. But it was Luke who made her tingle all over, inside and out. And it was Luke who could turn a fast-heartbeat into an all-day affair. There were quite a few things he could turn into an all-day affair. Finishing up, Emmie reached for a small length of toilet paper - seeing one of Luke’s button-down shirts laying on top of the hamper and thinking back to last night’s wonderful ending. She had never arched her back that deeply while straddling his center - Luke sitting up and wrapping his arms around her. And when his tip reached the greatest depth inside her, she lifted her eyes to the darkened bedroom ceiling and screamed deafeningly - a noise that would have pierced ear drums had she not bitten into the silicone nipple of her pacifier to keep from spitting it out. The memories in themselves were arousing. And maybe that was what always drew her so close to him. Even the after-thoughts were invigorating. So when Emmie stood up from the toilet, pulling her white cotton panties and her white sleeping pants back up her legs - she reached for his button-down shirt. Draping it over her shoulders, she walked over to the bathroom sink. Washing her hands, she took in his scent from the shirt - a scent that, alone, could produce memories of him. And he was only fifteen away, down the hallway and sitting in the living room - sipping his morning coffee and watching the scenic backwoods as he always did. Slipping a bit more fully into his button-down shirt, she walked down the hallway, making sure to keep her bare feet on the skinny runner rug as the wooden floors were always cold in the a.m. Sighing again, she recalled once more the vivid memory of Luke pinning her down and ravaging her into exhaustion. Oh my. What was a little nympho BabyGirl to do with such visions in her mind and such remembrances on her heart? The morning sunlight shone brilliantly through the side window of the living room, illuminating Luke as he sat in his reclining chair and sipped his coffee. Emmie softly shivered. The very sight of him brought of a few more of those sensations back to her. Standing there at the very back of the living room, she waited for him to sense her presence as well as took a few more seconds to absorb the masculine to her feminine. Life in general and everything within it suddenly fell into place when she met him. All the little annoying intricacies that she weathered every day finally had reason and made sense. All it took was one simple element being introduced into her world to make it all fall in line. That element was purpose and Emmie’s purpose was him - that lone provider of so many things she had been absent of her whole life. Their explorations together produced amazing results, enriching who they were and how they lived. And it all was so effortless that it seemed like they could read each other’s mind … to know where each other was at any given moment. Then Luke turned his head and looked back at her. Emmie grew warm with affection, lowering her chin and tucking her locks behind her ears, she slowly began to walk over to him - nursing on the ever-present pacifier between her lips. There were many things she loved about being his BabyGirl, but the pacifier was her favorite item of all. “Good morning, BabyGirl,” Luke whispered to her, motioning for her to sit on his lap. Emmie obliged, taking a seat on both of his knees and leaning back against his chest. Resting her head back on the side of his neck, she relaxed her frame. Warmed by the morning sun’s golden beams and also by his body, she became playful right away - dipping her pointer finger into his coffee and then slipping the finger behind her pacifier and into her mouth. “You were a little angel last night,” Luke whispered to her, the morning grog of his Daddy Voice rippling across her surfaces as if she was made of water and nothing more. “I can still taste you. I can still feel you, wrapped around me and savoring those feelings.” Oh, she melted into his frame - completely captivated by the all-encompassing infatuation with him. When he spoke, he spoke to all of her. When he touched her, she felt it all the way down in her feet. And when he breathed, he breathed for both of them. “I can read your thoughts,” Luke whispered, setting his coffee down and taking hold of both of her wrists - crossing her forearms in front of her chest as he then gently wrapped both of his arms around her. “You’re very warm this morning and probably a little sore.” Emmie smiled brightly behind her pacifier, nodding slightly. “You feel more than just that ache, though,” Luke whispered, reaching into the pocket on the front of his button-down shirt she found in the bathroom and put on. “But a little nympho angel is never too sore to deny the ache again.” Out of that pocket, he took the little pink vibrating toy he bought her a few weeks ago. It was called The Bullet, not just for its shape but also for the sensations it could so easily shoot into her. Emmie gasped behind her pacifier and began to breathe with erraticism and she began to tingle in all the right places. How ironic, if not more, that she had picked that shirt up and put it on before walking out to him - never once having questioned what was in that pocket. “I was a little concerned that you might wet the bed last night since you didn’t want to be put back in a diaper after we were done,” Luke said, twisting the pink toy in his fingers and turning the vibrations on. “But you managed to stay dry all night long. That won’t be the case today.” Emmie turned her head and tilted it up to look at him. Oh, the lust in his eyes matched that in her own. And as he slid his left hand down into the front of her white sleeping pants, Emmie whispered a gentle question to him that would set everything else in motion. “All day long?” Emmie mumbled behind her pacifier with a soft and small voice, Luke nodding and smiling with a glistening in his eyes that melted her the rest of the way. His hand slid down between her legs and onto the front of her panties - his fingers holding the vibrating pink toy. No, there would be no insertion, at least not yet. There were surfaces of her body that needed to be fully-awakened first, explored and awakened further. ‘All Day Long’ was a term Luke and Emmie used when their schedules lined up perfectly. And with no commitments on that single day, they always made more commitments then they could possibly get done … but my, oh my, they would certainly attempt to complete it all. And on this beautiful spring day, Emmie’s nymphomania would be satisfied, again and again and again. “You don’t belong in panties, BabyGirl,” Luke whispered, the pin toy passing over top her clit and forcing her to heave her chest out as she took in a deep breath of air through her nostrils. But her heave was denied as Luke had crossed her arms and was holding her tightly against his chest. So she opened her thighs and exhaled deeply through her nostrils - allowing her shoulder blades to spread apart slight as well as the small of her back to come to rest on his abdomen as she looked out through the window of the living room and to the backwoods of their property. “Daddy is very proud of you for staying dry for one night of your life,” Luke whispered, pressing the toy into her clit and gently sliding it up-n-down the front of her white cotton panties. “But you don’t belong in panties. You learned this a while ago. You know what always happens … eventually.” Emmie closed her eyes, parting her thighs just a bit more. Placing her knees and the lower half of her legs on the outside of his knees, her bare feet no longer touched the floor. Beginning to rock her hips ever-so-slowly, she shuddered - then shrinked back. “That’s a good girl,” Luke whispered with a syrupy-rich offering in his timbre, his scent wrapping around her like a blanket as she tightened the muscles in her legs to prevent them from twitching at the first sign of tremors. “You get so worked up about things and you carry your worries in your body. It’s such a beautiful sight to watch you release all of that.” Luke slid the bullet down between her legs and onto the underside of her panties - that little section of pantie material that was always doubled up and encapsulated the outer lips of her labia. Emmie whimpered and arched her lower back slightly, trying to force her entire labium upward - towards the vibrations and towards his hand. And without ability to prevent her following of instincts, she began to grind her center into his palm and into the vibrating pink toy. He waited patiently, allowing her the time she needed to build an arousal for herself that only she could pinpoint the finite soupçons of. Part of their growing dynamic was their mutual desire to pace out every little bit of the passion, of the lust and of the physical sensations that accompanied every movement of that journey. This was why Luke had never been offended when Emmie directed him as he ate her out. It was also why Emmie had never felt belittled by the same direction from him as she went down on him. There were so many little moments along the way that, for most, would’ve been passed over without notice - had there not been a mutual desire to recognize them. Luke and Emmie paid attention to every little detail … always. Emmie whimpered more frantically now, the tremble in her legs no longer possible to be kept at bay. Her center was heaving up into his palm and her back was fully-arching itself in response - though Luke kept her pressed against the front of his body. “It’s only a matter of time, sweetness,” Luke whispered, Emmie whimpering a bit more loudly but Luke remaining calm. “And for a little nympho angel who can’t help but cum on command, it’s a wonder why you keep any panties in this house at all … It’s a wonder why Daddy even allows you to have a pantie drawer in dresser.” His words, gentle and loving yet deliberate with an unremitting bit of well-timed tease, were planting seeds in her heart, in her mind and in her esteem. And every little syllable was taking its desired effect on her … to break her down and then rebuild her anew - over and over again. Emmie felt her core tighten and then release, giving her a small sense of what the muscle contractions of orgasm would feel like this time. And with only a handful of recovery hours since her last spine-quivering orgasm to him, she could feel the still-present ache from last night’s ecstasy while also feeling the throbbing arrival of a new ache on the horizon that lied just above that of the ascending morning sun. She shuddered again and sunk her teeth into the silicon nipple of her pacifier as she felt her tissues swell and her canal slicken with a new layer of wetness that rose to her surfaces and covered the outer lips of her labia. Looking out at the backwoods, drenched still with morning dew but also with glorious new beams of the day that had just been born, Emmie felt her first climb to the summit begin. With an All Day Long repeat of this journey to the zenith, she succumbed to more than her carnal desire. A vulnerable and helpless feeling overtook her mind and translated into the loss of her composure. Submission had begun. And that first little glimmer of surrender filled her gaze, swooning her senses as the tension in her legs and her back let out … her core tightening completely. She did her able-best to keep the nipple of her pacifier clenched between her teeth as her core drew in such tightness that it actually hurt. This was the case for her, from time to time. Nymphomania had its drawbacks, but they were only short-lived. And as she had learned, the tighter she drew in initially - the more gratifying the release would be afterwards. Then her whole body began to shake, Luke pulling her white sleeping pants down to her ankles before she involuntarily curled up into a ball - her body’s reaction to the taut muscles inside her. The swell of her canal and the wetness between her legs only drove the ache forward, the lubricated evidence of a beautiful organ’s greatest wish and need. And if he could’ve peeled the panties off her, he would’ve done so. But her building climax had curled her up. And she was about to skyrocket. The first ripple of pleasure poured out of her, sending a warm sensation out to the very ends of her body and washing back in again. And with each succeeding ripple came a small gush of new wetness. In between the ripples, she shook - from head to toe, only freezing in frame for a split second before she came again. And the whole time, Luke held her against his torso - whispering everything she needed to hear for her mind to unravel equally as she came. “You don’t belong in panties, BabyGirl,” Luke whispered, his left hand still pressing that vibrating pink toy into her labia and his right arm still wrapped around her - holding her against him. “You’re not a Big Girl anymore …… and you never will be again.” The ripples of pleasure pouring out of her core more quickly than she could separate their sensations were rivaled by the ripples of thoughts he was whispering into her soul. Though the meaning of his words put together a collected thought condescending, it was the hidden message that endeared her heart to him. As the contraction intensified, so did the little gushes from her canal - becoming not-so-little and making a mess between her legs. Oh, how embarrassing to no longer control her own body’s reactions - but at the same time - oh, how incredible it all felt … both in body and in mind. He removed his left hand from between her legs, turning the pink toy off and slipping it back into the shirt pocket of the button-down she wore. Then he wrapped his left arm around her curled legs, holding her firmly as he started to rock her back-n-forth. She had reached the summit and was now waiting there until her core released. Silent and still spasming, Emmie gazed up at him - her scrambling mind trying to find a clear pathway of nerve-endings to send the signal to her lips to nurse on the silicone nipple that held them apart. But, in body as well as in mind, submission had captivated her … once again. As she ballooned down from the summit, the muscles in her core began to release - only occasionally tensing her back into a twitch as he laid her flat on the living room rug … in view of the sunshine that poured in through the side window and cascaded down onto her ever-relaxing frame. Luke knelt alongside her - easing her legs into a flattened lay as he then peeled those white cotton panties off her center, down her legs and off her feet. Holding them up, Emmie could see their drenched front. Her Daddy was right. She didn’t belong in panties anymore and the reason why wasn’t just clear in the evidence in his hands but also the evidence in her mind. Little by little, the next few minutes of afterglow swelled up that overly-affectionate feeling inside her. And as her body went more and more limp in recovery from the orgasm, Luke coaxed her mind in the direction of thoughts far more dynamic than otherwise. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply through her nose - allowing her heart beat to settle in her chest. But her ears were finely-tuned and functioning just fine. And before the smile could reach its brightest beam behind her pacifier, the crinkling sound of her new diaper filled her mind. If she didn’t belong in panties anymore, then there was only one other alternative that could possibly suit her - enveloping everything she was and would ever be. Though her legs felt lifeless and like jelly, she still got the slightest twinge of sensation as Luke took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs to the sky. Sliding the new diaper underneath her, he took a baby wipe to her raised bottom and then between her legs - relieving her temporarily of the flow of her own juices that had made fervent her first trip to the utopian heights that day. Powdering her bottom heavily, he returned the lower half of her body to an easy lay on the sun-soaked rug and then he folded the front of her diaper up and into place. With her tapes being fastened snuggly at her hips, Emmie knew that the absence of powdering between her legs meant she wouldn’t be wearing that diaper very long … especially since their mutual days of freedom always included a morning shower together. But for the time being, the wrap comforted her in a manner that only a BabyGirl could truly appreciate, crave and require. Cupping the front of her diaper with both hands, she pressed in on the side of her breasts with her biceps - pushing them outward as her knees drew up again and made a fetal ball out of her. Luke took a seat on the reclining chair and returned to drinking his morning coffee as Emmie basked in the glow of a sensation she would feel repeatedly and All Day Long. --------------- “Getting the Dirty Off” Emmie must have laid there on the living room rug for at least a half hour, reliving the overwhelming sensations and the equally inundating emotional explosion that accompanied her orgasm. Time seemed to slow and blur after that as one glorious minute melted right into the next. And the motivation to get up and get moving was completely absent. That was the beauty of a day off. Besides, Luke was in charge of setting the pace and that suited his little nympho girl just fine - being freshly spent and freshly gratified. Why on Earth would she move a muscle and destroy this wonderful feeling her Daddy had given to her? But a lethargic approach to any day off would eventually turn it into a day wasted. A little while later, Luke set the day in motion - giving her the rest of his cup of coffee, taking the pacifier out of her mouth and then traveling down the hallway to the bathroom. Sitting up very slowly and sipping from the cup, Emmie smiled brightly as she listened to him readying the bathroom. No, the coffee hadn’t gone through him so quickly as to dash to the bathroom. Instead, he was preparing the bathroom for their shower. This sounded like a simple task, but on a day off - their shower could last quite some time. And the primary goal was a joint one - of both getting clean and getting dirty. A few minutes later, Emmie got up and made slow crinkly steps towards the bathroom door. It was always enjoyable to watch him do domestic things. This was another characteristic of his personality that she loved. He never saw house chores as being her responsibility, but he also never saw them as being his responsibility. Instead, he saw them as things that simply needed to be done. Oh, she was still the traditional romantic, even for how untraditional they were. And nothing made her happier than being barefoot and barely dressed, standing in the kitchen and making dinner … while diapered, of course … and maybe some sweet day in the near future … pregnant. But the fact that it was her choice and not something that was expected of her made all the difference in the world and kept romantic those aspects of their love that should never be anything but that. But this didn’t mean Luke refrained from factoring house work into her nympho mindsets. Seeing two waiting towels sitting on the hamper top, Emmie finished his cup of coffee and set the mug on the bathroom sink. Walking over to the bathroom closet to get the washcloths out that he forgot, she opened the door and reached to the top shelf for the washcloths. But one fell from the shelf to the floor. Squatting down to pick it up, she came eye to eye with the diaper stash - that area of floor space in the closet under the bottom shelf that normally would’ve been used to store a weight scale and dust bunnies. But in their house, it stored her diapers - package after package of all those brands that had the cute little designs on the front of them. Emmie loved the cute designs, whether the diapers were the plastic-backed kind or the discreet pull-up kind. And keeping the entire supply in the bathroom closet also limited her to how many diapers she could order. Luke’s rule was very simple: She didn’t really need dozens upon dozens of diapers all at once anyway. But … if the diapers could fit into the bathroom closet, then there was no need to order any more until she used some of what they already had. Picking up the washcloth, she stood to her feet, finding Luke standing right behind her. He was naked already and he began making her the same. With no time to spare, Emmie did what she did best when startled and when about to lose her diaper. She peed. Unlike him - liquid, no matter what kind, always went straight through her. Even a small amount at bedtime had her tinkling before she ever drifted off to sleep. And the moment she awoke, she would finish that endeavor. This was why those first-thing-in-the-morning pees were always so relaxing for her. She was a sieve and because of this, didn’t drink much liquid - for the necessity to let it go so quickly after. Coffee was a fine example of this. So as he peeled the button-down off her shoulders, she placed her feet at a comfortable distance apart and faced the bathroom sink. Lifting her arms up into the air, her cami came off and the little nympho girl placed her hands on the sink top as he ran a hair brush through her locks to straighten and smooth them. A devilish look came over her irises as she stared at his image in the bathroom mirror. No, it wasn’t a seductive gaze that would prelude their forthcoming sex in the shower, nor was it aftermath of the warm-up he had already given her. Emmie often fantasized about a hair brush spanking, about what it would feel like to be disciplined in such a manner as to really make her feel little. But just then, her lustful stare wasn’t even derived from visions of butt-whoopins. Contrary to all of that, she was in the process of ruining what would have been a perfectly good diaper to use at a later time. And oh, how good it felt. But the best feeling of all was about to arrive. Luke set the hair brush down on the sink top, then immediately reaching down to her hips and yanking the tapes free. Emmie’s eyes grew big-n-wide as she had to clamp down on her release to prevent from tinkling all over the bathroom floor. Pee on hardwood was bad enough. But pee on a floor mat was just as undesirable and made for a more lengthy process in cleaning up. Taking her by the hand, he walked over to the shower, pulled back the curtain, turned on the water and helped her to step into the shower tub. Startled once more by the sudden removal of her diaper and also by her current clench of muscles, Emmie took two careful steps into the tub and then walked to the back of it. This was one of those desperation moments that still had a bit of a grip on her senses. Peeing in a diaper was okay because she was able to do so undetected, for the most part. But peeing in front of him was a whole different monster altogether. But with a wishful heart of compliance, she gave up the struggle before it ever got the best of her. Turning to face him, she released her clench and blushed a deep shade of red as the rest of the contents of her tiny bladder ran down her legs. Oh, how embarrassed she felt, but at the same time, how little she felt - a combination that was quite intoxicating to her senses and her sense of worth. Luke, never missing an opportunity to capitalize on the current situation, redirected her into the stream of shower water - allowing gravity to do the work as he got one of the washcloths wet and began to caress every little spot on her body that could tantalize the erotic. From the nape of her neck to her shoulder, her sternum, her chest, her nipples and her midriff, he worked his way down her body - knowing every inch of her contour just as well as she did. Then came the soap, Luke being a traditionalist in wanting to use a bar instead of the body wash. Squeaky clean he made her, Emmie returning the favor with a fervent passion brought on by the touch of his hands to her body. Hair they would wash at another time. For the present moment, it was time for the real reason they got in the shower together. And with a sudden move of aggression from him, Emmie found herself pressed against the side wall of the shower - her breasts smashed against the tiles as he reached around and cupped her labium with his hand. Forcing her feet back a little and also forcing her to stick her bottom out, he took the bar of soap to her backside - Emmie gasping for a second and then going rigid as she knew that another intrusion of All Day Long had arrived. Running the bar of soap up and down between her bottom cheeks, Luke stiffened at the yearning he now possessed - to take her and take her as hard as possible. As a little nympho girl, she enjoyed his gentle deliveries as well as his rougher offerings, but being made to decide between them always served as a killjoy for her urges. So Luke had learned to make that choice for her, reinforcing the submission and presently, what Emmie viewed and felt as the ultimate submission. With no intent to pick it up, Luke dropped the soap and directed her backside into the stream of shower water. Then, he grabbed her forearms and held them on the wall above her - spinning her around to face him and crossing her wrists. And they shared a burning gaze, one mutually showing the unyielding desire that would tenderize more than her heart and satisfy more than his impulses. It was one of those moments when dominant and submissive became nothing more than insincere words, used by people who truly didn’t understand their meanings. Titles and labels became irrelevant. Kept pinned to the wall by his grip of her crossed wrists, Emmie kept eye-contact with him as he took a small step forward - the tip of his erection touching her clit. Oh, she could feel his current stiffness and the mere thought of his penetration made her writhe with lust. Lifting her feet up, she whimpered at the feel of his tip as it slowly slid down her labia while she kept lifting her legs and her center upward. It was as if his stiffness was traveling to its destination on its own. When his tip reached her perineum, she knew that their shower sex of this day off would be the ultimate surrender indeed. Bending her knees and wrapping the lower half of her legs around his waist, she awaited his rigid entrance - one that always made a throbbing mess of her and put her into a state of mind where nymphomania wasn’t a desirous want, but rather, a torturous and fevered need. The tip of his erection touched her rosebud and he took another small step forward - his tip forcing its way into her puckered opening as he released her pinned wrists and wrapped both of his forearms under the back of her thighs. She closed her eyes and her mouth dropped open as she felt his length pushing into her tightest canal and his girth parting her open widely. So overwhelmed by the feeling, she couldn’t make a sound. But tears came to her eyes and streamed down the sides of her face - partly from the initial pain but also partly from the initial ecstasy. And by the time he had fully inserted him into her backside, Emmie was a blubbering mess of affectionate emotions. Still incapable of making any sound, she found something to do with her mouth, grabbing the sides of his face and forcing her tongue down his throat as he kept her planted to that wall. His penetrations were just as slow and deliberate as his withdraws, to start at least. But with a rhythm working up to match the thumping of their heavily beating hearts, Luke’s aggression became rough … very rough. Emmie could feel her tenderness being hammered just a bit more. She froze in place, not wanting to interfere with his pace or his uptake. But her mind raced in a frenzied manner to displace the growing pain. And before she imploded inside herself, she let her current emotion out, becoming ravenous and begging him to take her harder. Obliging his BabyGirl, Luke pounded in and out of her with such force that her back came off the shower wall several times, thumping her spine back against it on the return. She placed her hands around him and on his shoulder blades, for support of being held up at first. But in short order, her fingers curled up and she sunk her nails into the skin of his back as the intensity of a steadily-loosening backside was paralleled by the sudden tightening within her core. Being fingered on her surfaces was wonderful. Being teased and made to drip with the insertion of a slender toy was tantalizing. Laying in his arms and being forced to orgasm by his hands was glorious. But there was nothing quite like cumming for him when he was buried deep inside her. And as the muscles around her womb scrunched down to an excruciatingly taut condition, Emmie found her voice - lifting her eyes to the bathroom ceiling and screaming with such an angry-sounding growl that she went hoarse very quickly. Then she came, her whole body seizing up and her rosebud clenching around his erection with a tightness she thought was going to kill her. In a semi-state of paralysis, Emmie shook as he withdrew himself from inside her rosebud and turned the shower water off. Still holding her, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped both towels around her trembling body. Then he took a seat and cradled her in his arms. She would twitch for a few more minutes and Luke would wait patiently, allowing her the time needed to recover. Wrapped in the towels and pressed against the front of his body, Emmie smiled again, just a split second though before the nipple of her pacifier was placed back between her lips. The warmth rising up off her body and remaining inside the towel wrap was a soothing comfort as she was finally able to feel beyond the pain and into the enjoyment that always followed. Afterglow was never as good as the sex itself, but it was never worse than it either. Instead, it was the perfect extension of all the fresh memories, sensations, emotions and the whole experience, just in a more mellowed and viable state. Reaching out of the towel, she touched the fingertips of her right hand to Luke’s face, tracing the contour of his jaw - chiseled and defined. She had drifted off into such a placid mindset that even her actions were in slow-motion, from her perspective. But her heart, now having returned to a more settled thumping, derived from within her a single word response that slipped out from behind her pacifier. And it was the sweetest declaration imaginable, one that clearly showed she still had him in her thoughts even then. “More,” the little nympho girl whispered, so faintly she was almost inaudible. Luke smiled warmly, his eyes welling with tears for her kindness. Standing up, he put her down on her feet. Then he made her take two steps forward before bending her over the edge of the bathroom sink. Flipping up the bottom of the towels and exposing her bottom, he took hold of her cheeks and pulled them apart. Emmie turned her head to the side, then resting the left cheek of her face on the cool sink top as she felt the tip of his cock pushing into her rosebud again. She softly whimpered to begin with, rapidly nursing on her pacifier as Luke worked his rhythm up again. And with her body being thrusted forward and back, her breasts now smashed against the sink top, she smiled faintly behind the pacifier - looking over at the bathroom closet and down to the diaper stash at the bottom. Luke’s thrusts were just as forceful as when in the shower, but Emmie had less resistance to offer him. And his thrusts were aimed a bit more downward this time than before, indication that he was trying to drag that bulging underside vein against the very front of her opening. It wouldn’t take him long to achieve his first orgasm of that day off, his thrusts slowing down and becoming more of a rocking motion as his seeds shot out. Though it was a completely different feel than when he came inside her womb, Emmie found new stimulation from the thick ripples. But she would save that new growing arousal - allowing it to grow even more and knowing that there was a lengthy bit of teasing that would follow for a few hours. Luke would always do this after he orgasmed for the first time. It was an attempt to allow his arousal the time needed to recover. Being a nympho princess, Emmie only needed a few minutes to catch her breath. For the rest of the universe, it took a bit longer than that. Withdrawing himself from inside her, he watched her rosebud shrink back and pucker to a new tightness - the natural defenses her body always tossed up. And, scooping her back up in his arms, he carried her out to the living room again, returning her to that sunny spot on the rug and reaching for her diaper bag with intent to get a diaper on her before anything unpleasant came out of her. Folding back the front flaps of the towels, Luke positioned her body straight as he reached into the bag and took out a diaper. It was one of the Bellissimo Bambinos - thick, woven softness on the inside and that cute decal on the waist line front with the little bunnies and balloons. Instinctively, Emmie drew her legs up - an added reaction of plus for how much more comfortable her core felt when curled. Luke placed the diaper flat beneath her and took the container of baby powder out of the diaper bag. She closed her eyes, smiling brightly behind her pacifier as she breathed in the sweet scent of the dusting he was caressing across her bottom. Yep. She would be in this diaper for a while, a bit of acceptance that only tugged at her submissive strings a bit more. But when he powdered her front and folded the diaper up into place, he fastened the tapes very loosely. And thoughts of the reason why he did this kick-started her next arousing barrage of thoughts. But she knew the loose fastening was done for the sake of easy access to her in the very, very near future. It was the anticipation of such that served, just then, as her greatest nympho thrill yet that day off. When would Daddy next take her? --------------- “The Charming Third” 9:30 pm, that night Emmie lay on her side across the front seat of his car, using his right thigh as a pillow and gently nursing on her pacifier. She had taken her pigtails down and, as she suspected, the shirt tails of her button down shirt had been untucked and tied into a knot above her navel. Her diaper was rolled up into a taped ball and setting on the floor in front of the passenger’s seat. A cool breeze gently blew through the car, Luke having cracked both front windows to allow a little fresh air in as they drove home. And Emmie, with a still rapidly-beating heart, did her best to allow the afterglow of the events prior to mellow inside her to a level where every little sudden twitch she sustained would be more enjoyable than the one before. She could still feel his mouth on her, his head buried so deeply between her legs that if she had wrapped her thighs around his ears he might well have suffocated. But it wasn’t just the time she spent on her back on the hood of that car, a few short minutes ago, that had her swooning with affection for emotions and with satisfied ache for sensations felt and still being felt. It was everything from that day and so much more. She could still recall being fingered and teased with vibrations early that day. She could still feel having been taken from behind when in the morning shower with him. She could still feel her nipples being pinched, her wrists and ankles being bound and every little morsel of her female core being teased into dripping arousal all afternoon. And no matter how much she swelled and dripped, her diaper kept all of it. But she wasn’t wearing any diaper just then and she had taken that little vibrating egg out of her canal - as per Luke’s directions to do so when she felt it was spoiling her afterglow as opposed to continuing to heighten it. This simple direction alone made clear to Emmie that this nympho’s dream of a day off, this All Day Long they had been experiencing together, wasn’t yet concluded. And maybe … just maybe there was a bit more to be had, to be taken and to be given when they got home. Otherwise, why would Luke have been driving 70 in a 45? And the anticipation of the fantasies her mind was conjuring up just then was all that was needed to sustain her until they got home. The half hour trip home only took 15 minutes and no sooner did they pull into the driveway than they were out of that car, both of them walking quickly and briskly up to the front door. It was springtime, but still early. So the nights were still a little cold, Emmie feeling even chillier for not wearing a diaper or panties as they walked up to the house. But no matter how cold it was outside, it was going to be very hot inside. And there wouldn’t be a second wasted. No sooner, did Luke shut and lock the front door than he grabbed Emmie from behind - barely giving her the time to kick her shoes off before he dragged her into the kitchen. Spinning her around to face him, he grabbed the back of her head and planted his lips on hers - Emmie fumbling with the buckle of his belt but managing to get it undone with trembling fingers. Oh, the fantasy was beckoning and beckoning quickly. The slow burn had given way to frenzied, immediate need. And not hesitating from instinct, Luke spun her around again - still gripping the hair on the back of her head as he directed her over to the kitchen table, ripping the button down shirt from her torso and making her buttons fly everywhere. Aggression was all he was made of, just then. And Emmie couldn’t have been happier or hornier to be man-handled, to be controlled and to be bent over the edge of the kitchen table. Her breasts smashed against the table top. Luke released her hair from his fist as he grabbed her wrists, crossing and pinning them to the table - above her head. Holding them there with his left hand, he reached down to back of her skirt - unfastening and peeling it off her backside. “A nympho girl always has a little more she wants and a little more she wants to give,” Luke said with a deep timbre, rich with lustfulness but also with those alluring qualities ever-present in his Daddy Voice. Then he reached up between her shoulder blades - unhooking the back strap of her bra and cinching up both ends in a fist … her bra strangling her torso as he leaned forward to whisper a statement that would remain as a momentary tease only. “You always live for the moment, Emmie,” Luke whispered with breathiness as he pushed the tip of his stiffened erection through her thigh gap and up to the opening of her canal - Emmie practically losing her mind as her arousal swelled the rest of the way up to a needful throb. “But remember: the third time is always the charm.” The third time? Oh my. Emmie knew, right then and there, that the rousing conclusion to their All Day Long affair would be a three-fold journey into the raw … and beyond. Emmie gasped for air as she felt his length beginning to slide into her, penetrating through her swell and stretching her open. It was one of those moments of powerlessness that also felt as natural as anything else that came so easily in the world. He had more he wanted to take and she had more she needed to give. His underside vein, already bulging at this early point, stayed firmly pressed down against the roof of her womb - finding all of those ridges on the way in. And when he withdrew himself, it was as if she were being given the greatest feel of relief imaginable. But, not so strangely, it was a relief she didn’t want. So every time he pulled out, she clenched her already-tightened canal in an effort to keep him from leaving. This not only heightened the sensations for him, but also for she - her nympho thrill being quickly realized yet again. Luke would work his pace up, turning the in-n-out warm-up into thrusting-n-yanking that only added to the pressure of her mound being kept firmly against the edge of that kitchen table. In a matter of a simple minute, she had already soaked through the front of her pleated schoolgirl skirt and had given up hope of maintaining any modesty at all as her whimpers turned into hearty moans with each thrust from him and each time her torso was rocked forward-n-back on that table top. Faster and faster he pounded her, still keeping her bra straps gripped in a fist and still keeping her crossed wrists pinned down. She could tell from his aggression that he had been holding back a bit of his own energy all that day - so as to use it on her now, having learned that the only way to get the upper-hand on a nympho was to stay ahead of her in the same game without letting her know before it counted. Her canal got wetter and wetter, leaving her a helpless captive to and recipient of every little ping of awakening sensations inside her. Oh, what joy it was to know that Luke was determined to spend her completely. And along the way, he would become the same. But right at that moment when she dawned on the fast heartbeats and the breathy moaning leading her to the vantage point she was aiming for, Luke quickly withdrew himself completely from inside her - Emmie shuddering at the feel of her swell closing so swiftly. And then he walked out of the kitchen with no explanation. But then again, no explanation was needed. She knew he was preparing the next step, the next bit of sexual bliss they would encounter together. She simply had no idea what that would be. This was one of few times in life when not knowing suited her just fine. This would also be a wonderful few seconds for her to moderately recover, though the surprise break did nothing to calm her down - instead, arousing her even more - the thrill of nymphomania at its best. Luke returned from the living room as quickly as he left, flipping her over onto her back and tossing the unfastened schoolgirl skirt into the corner of the kitchen. This time, he had her place her hands at her sides, grabbing them and pinning them down. Emmie lifted her legs and Luke placed his shoulders under her knees before sliding his stiffness back into her canal once again. In that position, with her torso flat and her spine straight on the kitchen table, he slid the whole way inside her. The depth was so great that she arched her lower lumbar as high as it could go, heaving her chest upward as well - not in an effort to give him any straighter of a pathway, but rather, in response to his tip contacting her cervix. With too many of those taps, a different kind of internal pain would loom in the waiting. But with occasional connections, it just drove her further towards another climax that day. All it would take, at this point, was a mental nudge. And Luke knew exactly what to say. “You have such a tight little peach, Emmie. You’re so swollen that you’re now even tighter inside,” Luke said with a syrupy-sweet tone as he glided in and out of her - Emmie fidgeting all over the place in response to the rapid-fire stimulus. “And you’re so wet that Daddy just slides in and out of you with no trouble at all. How precious you are.” A split second later, Emmie seized up, but was incapable of getting away from him. Her legs were draped over his shoulders and dangling down his back. Her arms were pinned to the kitchen table and it made no difference how high she lifted her center. He was able to adjust to every bit of shifting movement she made. And the trip to the summit was a skyrocketing affair for her, as always. While her muscles seized, she locked eyes with him, paralyzed but to be rocked by his more gradual penetration - but nonetheless, still consistent entrances into her. It was the kind of orgasm she knew would have a glorious ending but was always just a bit too intense to enjoy fully during it. All the same, it was sex that led to an orgasm and Emmie always enjoyed that. Luke would keep the rhythm going until her body finally relaxed back down to the table top. At that point, any further stimulation would have proven unpleasant for her … if not painful, also. Unwrapping her ankles from around the back of his neck, he returned her legs to a dangle over the table’s end. Pulling the unfastened bra from her chest and getting her schoolgirl skirt from the corner of the kitchen, he knelt down in front of her - sliding the white stocking off her legs and giving her time to allow her heavily-beating heart to subside its thumping. Emmie closed her eyes, taking in full chests of air and awaiting that moment when afterglow would enter her senses. Yes, there would be more twitching and seizing - given the aftershocks that accompanied raw sex. But it was as if time itself had suddenly slowed down … even when Luke scooped her up and carried her into the living room. Setting her down on her feet and steadying her for a moment before bending her over the arm of the sofa, Luke crossed her wrists behind her back at her lower lumbar and then tied them together rather tightly with her white stockings. Emmie whimpered for a brief moment and then gasped as he grabbed her hamstrings. Yanking her legs apart, he then grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her back just a little - giving him perfect access between her legs. Just like that, her nympho senses kicked in again - her heart beginning to beat heavily once more as she felt the tip of his erection enter and part the opening her canal. Putting one of the sofa pillows under her head, he kept her bound wrists pinned to her lower lumbar with his left hand. Placing his right hand on the middle of her back, he slid it up to her neck - incrementally arching her spine downward on the way up. As he did, he slowly inserted himself back into her canal - returning his stiffness into the tightened and warm pathway. Emmie shuddered, welcoming a new slickening of her juices to lubricate his journey and then she moaned softly. His entry was aimed downward and his bulging underside pressed ever-so-gently against the roof of her womb. It was the essence of doggy style - that contact of his vein and her ridges, with desire for mutual gain. And it appeared there would be no pummeling of her tissues, not this time - instead, just a further burn towards arousal … and then back up to the summit. Luke was always deliberate, but also always considerate - until the heat of the moment called for something otherwise. Yes, being ravaged fulfilled every sexual craving in her core. But she didn’t want to be taken like that until her fire had been stoked, again and again and again. Luke was also patient and Emmie was always grateful for that. In their current positions, he slid inside her with ease and to an even greater depth than when she was on her back. This second charming was designed to reach those places often missed when passions demanded immediate results. Being submissive gave her the patience she would have otherwise lacked. By waiting, she gained something more than just another skyrocketing trip to the zenith of pleasure. She would once again gain the knowledge and the assurance that she wasn’t just his BabyGirl and his partner in life - but also, his inamorata … for even longer than any of that. Luke withdrew himself in the same incremental manner as he entered her. By moving so slowly, he was able to graze back-n-forth over every single ridge inside her. His exodus then welcomed his return and with each passage, her core came to life just a bit more. This was a test of her nature of sensitivity. Being a nympho, part of the thrill was finding ways to make each sexual encounter more riveting than the one prior. Sometimes this required whispers. Sometimes it required man-handling. Sometimes, like the present, it required such gentleness that her body was lured into response with a tranquil and measured aim. At first, her legs just shook - trembling from the repeated stimulation. But soon, her whole body began to experience tremors that started small but grew as rapidly as her arousal always did. She shuddered every time she got a bit wetter and then she shuddered again at thought of how much easier it was for him to glide in and out of her. There was always a nympho thrill when her body began to crave it all exactly as her mind did - a harmony of self, like no other. She would gasp for breath when she was able to and whimper herself into moaning when she needed. And when her skyrocket began, her whole body tensed up - just like before, forcing her to endure the continued stimulation until she reached that point of no return … when her second orgasm started rippling out of her core and washed out across her entire frame - a mellowing to follow, but not too quickly. The pleasure remained extended, Emmie closing her eyes and focusing in on the sensations to allow them to pass through her as quickly as each of them was arriving. And when her body went limp, relaxing and returning to her bent position over the arm of that sofa, Luke slowly withdrew one last time. Not wanting to ruin or tarnish the afterglow, Emmie remained perfectly still and cleared her mind of all concerns - including the most pressing one about how Luke hadn’t orgasmed … Emmie having cum twice already since they got home. A few minutes went by and despite her best efforts, she began involuntarily sliding back-n-forth on the arm of the sofa - since she wasn’t able to do the usual post-orgasm finger tease. As her heart rate lowered, she collapsed a bit more limply over the arm of that sofa. That was the moment when Luke scooped her up into his arms for a second time, then walking back the hallway to their bedroom. That was also the moment Emmie remembered a simple statement Luke had made to her bent when he bent her over the kitchen table: “… the third time is always the charm.” To bed she was carried, still twitching occasionally as small spasms coursed throughout her frame. But the greatest of three was yet to come … so to say. And when she saw the diaper placed in the middle of their bed, unfolded and lying flat, she knew exactly what the final sexual encounter would entail. Her greatest concern wasn’t for the presence of his orgasm, as she knew he would definitely climb to the summit with her this time. Her greatest concern also wasn’t if she had enough arousal left to join him on the summit this time, as she knew that submission and a nature for more sex would always refuel her. It wasn’t about whether she would drench the bedsheets as she had done so many times before - her diaper being the protection their bed would need from her drips. The greatest concern she faced, as he eased her down on the diaper - positioning himself on his knees and between her parted thighs, was if her back had been loosened enough to handle the ripples he would physically put her body through. Being made to flop like a fish was perhaps the most mind-altering sex they had and it always scrambled her brains in the process. Both of these truths she was looking forward to as he gripped the sides of her waist and lifted her center up. His knees would hold up in this position because they were on a mattress. As he slid his stiffened shaft into her canal yet again, Emmie hoped she would last long enough before contractions of her weakened muscles denied any further penetration into her that night. Instead of gasping for air this time, she exhaled deeply as his length entered her canal and traveled all the way inside her until their pelvic bones met with a thump. The center of her body was lifted so high that her back had elevated to 45 degrees, her shoulder blades being the first part of her upper body that had any contact with the bed. And as he pushed her center away from him, choosing to move her body this time instead of his, Emmie was rocked with the sensations of being opened with his offerings and then closed as he pushed her away again. She shuddered quickly. She slickened quickly. She dripped steadily. And she moaned softly. But Luke was patient, waiting for the trembling of her body to begin. And when she started to shake, he began to move her torso up-n-down as he pulled her center towards him - then pushing her away. And she flopped, again and again and again - her body rippling in the same fashion as the pleasure that poured out of her core. She kept moaning in a choppy and disconnected manner, understandably so. But when his girth thickened inside, only adding to the tightness, she stopped moaning and started screaming. Luke heaved her up into a sitting position, keeping her upright with his left hand on her back as he reached behind himself with his right hand to pick up the waiting pacifier he had placed on the bed. Plunging the nipple into her mouth, he leaned back slightly - Emmie wrapping her arms around his neck as she embraced him. Sobbing profusely and immediately nursing on the pacifier, she felt herself propelled to the summit again - her head still trying to relocate equilibrium as he gripped the cheeks of her bottom and gently bounced her up-n-down. And then it happened. Luke tightened the muscles in his bent legs in response to the arrival of his orgasm, his seeds shooting straight up and hitting the back wall of her womb with a stinging heat that sent her into a frenzy of erotic pleasure one last time that night. His seeds arrived in thick, heavy streams - each one coating her insides and bringing every craving to a fevered pitch of intensity. Her concurrent orgasm made her tighten to such an extreme measure that she felt severe pain. But then her tightness released and when it did, she felt her energy being drained. This was the greatest reaction that could have happened … aside from the orgasm itself. And as his seeds began to thin out, he eased her down onto her back - then ever-so-gently withdrawing from inside her as he brought her bottom to rest on the inner-softness of her diaper. She gazed up at him with elation that couldn’t be describe with words as he drew the front of her diaper up and into place - fastening the tapes loosely at her hips. He gently rolled her over onto her tummy and patted her diapered bottom before getting up and walking into the master bathroom. The fogginess in her mind began to clear and after Luke returned, he laid down next to her. She crawled over and rested her frame against the side of his body - she as his blanket, he as her pillow. Sleep was but a few seconds away for both of them. His seeds had already begun to roll back out of her, depositing themselves into the front of her diaper. But before slumber would end their day off, Emmie reflected on the All Day Long affair that had been. It took a lot to satisfy her and to make certain that her little nympho needs were met. But it seemed Luke was always up for the challenge. She knew that it often taxed him greatly, in the physical sense. But it never taxed him mentally. And that was what had endeared him to her so very much. Sometimes bodies didn’t hold out, but hearts and souls never faded. ABDL Tales With a Twist
  25. (Hi. I want to do an RP where I am a man(22 years old) who is kidnapped by another man and whisked away to a nursery where he is babified and forced to live with him as a supposedly growth-disordered baby. Please be aggressive and condescending. Thank you.)