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  1. WARNING: this story contains graphic sexual content and should only be read by the adult babies that can handle the mature themes. note: this was a commissioned story. In it I was asked to play myself. I do some things in this story that I would not normally do IRL, but that I do not mind doing in a fantasy text. If you are interested in commissioned stories feel free to message me about it privately. ~~~ Rose and her roommate "Samantha" for Duke ~ Steve walked up the stairs towards the apartment, his wheeled luggage thumping against each step on the way up. Finding a place to live in the city was difficult, but he thankfully knew an old friend in the area. Anne-Marie Rose was a little older than him and he looked up to her since he was about 19. To him the woman was beautiful and a great example of womanhood, everything he secretly wished to emulate. He did not identify as a woman, rather he had a strong desire to dress as a woman and feel the silky smooth clothing on his skin and the freeing sensation of having a skirt flapping off of his hips. He never really told this to Anne. Of all the people he would want to live with though she was perfect. Her taste in clothing was great, but there was also a kind of naughty thrill he got just thinking about wearing something that Anne had on her skin. Anne herself had to admit that Steve was a handsome boy with his strong build and wavy dark blonde hair. He was about 5 foot 9 inches and Anne was about an inch taller than him, even taller in her heeled boots. Steve stood at the door, his fist hovering over it, afraid to knock. He looked away for a moment and that's when the door opened. There she stood, just as beautiful as she was nine years ago. Anne could tell he was speechless so she helped out by pulling his arm and bringing him into the apartment foyer. "Look at you, sweetie, all grown up." She said, still looking down on him as if he was still a child after all these years. She ran her fingers through the boy's hair, admiring it. "Why don't I show you to your new room?" Steve nodded, wheeling his heavy luggage towards the spare bedroom. There was a bed and dresser already set up. She mattress was very soft and the sheets were fluffy and pink with a flower print. Rose chuckled a bit "Sorry, I had a girl living here originally. I hope you don't mind the bed." "No, the bed is fine. All I need is something to sleep on." Steve said, secretly happy to have the girly bed to crawl into every night. Anne gave him a pat on the back and left the boy alone so he could unpack his things and get settled in. Right away he sat down on the bed, feeling just how plush and soft it was under his butt. Sighing with relief he flopped backward on the bed and just took in how comfortable it was. He was finally at a place that felt like "home." He would leave his luggage be for now and unpack later, just enjoying the bed for the time being. ~ Steve walked into the foyer. The entrance to the apartment opened up to a kitchen and living room area separated by a small partition where the oven was. He could smell Anne's cooking. "Oh, you're awake, dear. I heard you snoring and assumed you must have been all tuckered out from your move so I did not wake you. Would you like some dinner?" Rose took the large pot from the stove and poured the contents into the colander. The spaghetti was cooked in a special broth to give the strands unique flavor. "I'm going to be leaving for work soon, so I am glad that we will get to have dinner together and catch up first." She put the spaghetti on two plates and added the sauce and hand-made meatballs. She sat down across the dining room table, and began asking simple things like what he had been up to lately. Steven blushed and smiled, talking to the old friend about his life and leaving out most of the embarrassing details. Anne responded by recounting her own adventures. Dinner seemed to breeze by all too quickly and soon Anne was picking up the plates. Steven offered to help but Anne insisted on doing the dishes herself. After all these years she was still making him feel small! She scrubbed the plates and the pot, setting them on the rack to dry. She then turned to Steven and gave him a pat on the cheek before she grabbed her keys. She left out the front door. "I will be back early in the morning. Just make yourself at home, sweetie." Steve was finally alone in the apartment. Looking about and taking it all in finally he noticed that Ms Rose had quite a bit of old furniture and electronics. It was like being at an old mother's house, or even grandmother. Her television was a classic CRT with no digital converter, so it wasn't used for watching any shows. Steve had just one thought on his mind at the moment though. It wasn't any of the things in Anne's living room that had his interest, it was what was in her bedroom. Did he dare invade the woman's privacy and go snooping through her closet and dresser? Steve swallowed and took an adventurous step into the woman's room. The door wasn't locked! He took a step in, looking around. Her room was decorated in feminine designs like his bedroom was, but with a clearly older and more mature aesthetic. Steve walked to the dresser, opening the top drawer. He saw all the different kinds of lacy and see-through panties. Some were colored, most were a brilliant white. He grabbed one of the perfect white panties to his face and inhaled. How perfect they were, smelling so pure and clean. Steve was a bit jealous. His own underwear could never look that good. He grabbed a small handful and then saw one of Anne's toys. He got excited, thinking Anne must play with herself using this bright neon pink dildo. When he picked it up though he saw it was attached to a harness and strap. Realizing what it was he blushed and set it back down into the dresser and shut the drawer. Steve turned to the closet next. There he saw the side selection of dresses, blouses, skirts, and all the things a cross-dressing boy like him could want. He swallowed and snatched some pretty looking blue dresses and then made his way back to his room, his dick already fat and straining in his underwear at the prospect of wearing Anne-Marie's beautiful clothing and panties. Steve stripped out of her clothes. His boyish briefs were stained with yellow spots in the front and brown streaks in the back. His jeans were dingy, as boys's jeans often get after a while. He gets completely naked and leaves his clothes in a pile in the corner of the room. He pulled up a pair of lacy underwear first. His big erection stretched the front of the panties. He was already wetting them down with pre. He pulled a dark blue dress next. He looked at himself in the full-length closet mirror. He spun around, watching the skirt flit up in a twirl and show off the panties. He became overly excited, some sweat on his brow. He stood there, hand up his skirt, groping his crotch. He started to gently touch himself through the panties, looking in the mirror. He sat to sit back on the bed and really enjoy this moment. Feeling Anne's clothing on him, the silky smooth fabric just kissing his skin, just knowing it was once touching her skin, it was enough to send waves of pleasure through his whole body. He arched his back as he stroked his hard cock. He was starting to get caught up in the moment and he was unable to stop. He just came into the clean white panties, seeping right through them with the sticky hot cum. Falling back onto the bed to catch his breath he felt the slippery, sticky excess of his over stimulated cock getting all over the crotch of the once perfect cloth. His face reddened as he felt a twinge of guilt for his naughty behavior. Ms Rose offered him a place to stay and he just went and ruined one of her panties. The seat of the panties probably were not in very good shape either. He peeled off the panties and set them aside, thinking he might want to just clean them discreetly. He unzipped the back of the dress and took it off, walking naked across the apartment to put it back into the woman's closet. Maybe she'll never find out? The boy was too tired to take a shower so he just quickly splashed some soap and water on his privates. He stood in front of the toilet and peed carelessly, not really thinking straight at the moment. He was still a bit high from the exciting dress-up he had earlier. His stream sprinkled around the seat and on the floor as he finished up. He shook off and flushed the toilet, but he still left those stray dribbles around the toilet. All he was thinking about was taking a nap. He fell face-first into the cushy bed, laying there buck naked. Anne did return in the early morning like she said she would, at four AM to be precise. Steve woke up to the sound of the front door shutting and two clacking high heeled boots on the hardwood floor. He stood up, looking for his underwear. He saw that Anne's panties were still on the floor. When he heard his door open he quickly kicked the panties into the closet. Anne stopped in the doorway, seeing that Steve was naked. He quickly pulled a blanket over his crotch to cover himself. "Steve it's all right. I'm probably going to see you naked a few times and you might even see me walking around in a robe now and then as well. We might as well get used to it." Anne was quite good at diffusing the awkwardness. "Sorry I just... I thought maybe you would knock." Steve blushed still. "You're right. You're an adult now, not some little teenager that I have to keep watching to make sure he isn't up to anything naughty." Anne chuckled. Anne left the room and Steve went to his luggage to put on a fresh pair of underwear and pants. He pulled up a new set of tightie whities when Anne burst back into the bedroom. "Hey, I thought you said-" Steve barely got a word in as he was dragged from the room to the bathroom. Anne pointed at the toilet. "Steve, if you're going to live here I expect you to follow proper toilet etiquette. Either sit down to pee next time or wipe up your mistakes." Anne showed Steve the sprinkles of pee still stuck on the seat and on the floor around the toilet. Steve blushed deeply. "Right, okay. Sorry, I was just really tired..." he muttered. "You know that's a poor excuse." Anne sighed. She then got on her knees and started wiping up the piss that Steve left behind. He tried to offer to help once again like when he was in the kitchen but Anne hushed him and took care of cleaning the pee deftly. Feeling extra embarrassed now, Steve dragged his feet back into the bedroom and went to get dressed the rest of the way. Anne-Marie Was continuing to make the boy feel small and childish, even now as he was nearly thirty years old. The decorations, furniture, and her overall mannerisms did make him feel as though he was a little boy and she was his mother figure either constantly doting on him or admonishing him for poor behavior. Looking at the time it was still quite early, but since he was awake anyway he decided to go do something to occupy his time. First he did some actual unpacking. There wasn't much to unpack. His entire life was pretty much in that one luggage back. He puts away his pants and shirts, socks and underwears into the dresser. He set up his vinyl Tracer figurines on top of the dresser, which made it feel a bit more like home. He took out his laptop and plugged it in. He would pass the time by playing Overwatch using Ms Rose's wifi. She did not really use the internet much herself, so she had no problem letting him use as much of it as he wanted. Steve could smell a very sweet aroma coming from the kitchen. Anne always smelled like baked goods, and this must be why. She always seemed to be making something delicious! She took some freshly baked cinnamon rolls from the oven and glazed them gently, watching as the glaze melted over top of the hot rolls. She set a bunch on a plate in the middle of the dining room table. Steve was drawn to it, wandering out of his bedroom and over to the table. Anne told him to take a seat and watched as the boy carefully took one of the still hot rolls and took a tiny bite of it. He made a funny face as he tasted the delicious cinnamony sweet flavor. "Steve, sweetie, can I ask you something?" Anne leaned over the table a bit. He was caught off guard, already another bite into his cinnamon roll. "Some of my panties have gone missing. You wouldn't know anything about that now would you?" Immediately his face turned red. He knew that Anne could see the redness on his face. Still, he offered a barely believable "no" with his face stuffed with sweets. Anne narrowed her eyes, looking at him. She leaned back in her chair and nodded "Okay." was all she said and then seemed to just drop the matter. Steve was left wondering what was going on in Ms Rose's mind. Did she really suspect he took some of them? He was the only other person in the house. As the day went on the subject was not brought up again. Steve would continue to browse online, play his games, or do some reading. In the back of his mind though he kept thinking about the next chance he was going to get to wear another one of Anne's dresses and feel so sexy once again. That night when Anne left for work Steve wasted no time finding a pretty dress from her closet. He also got a bra as well. With a quick power nap in the middle of the day and the knowledge of the woman's work schedule he had his whole night planned out. He would dress up in her clothes, wear them around the house, and then give himself release in another one of her panties. He first tugged the panties up around his waist, already getting hard in them. He then picked up the bra and attempted to hook it behind his back. He had to look in the mirror, twisting his body slightly so he could see what he was doing as he secured the bra. It was quite large and there was plenty of empty space inside since he didn't really have a big bosom like Anne did. He used some of his socks to stuff the bra. It worked for now, giving the illusion of breasts. He then shimmied into one of Anne's sexy black dresses. It was so tight! He wondered how the woman could stand being in such a constrained garment. She just had more practice probably. That and her shape was different from his. He admired himself in the mirror, seeing out the dress made him look. He blushed as he noticed the skirt was tented out in front. For some reason that just made him feel even more excited though. He walked around in the dress, feeling the material rub against him. As before, the sensation of the woman's clothes on his skin gave him a thrilling sensation. He wanted to just grab onto the couch and hump against it until he came. Surely Anne would notice if one of her dresses was missing or stained though. He tugged up the skirt so his erection wasn't poking against it. He sat back on the sofa in the middle of the living room. He was all alone and could just freely jerk himself in the main room of the apartment without having to worry about anyone barging in on him. That's what he thought anyway. Leaning back and gently stroking the length of his cock through the lacy panties he thought about Ms Rose in the same panties. He wondered how she might look wearing nothing but panties. He imagined her in front of him, stripping out of her clothes. The thought made him excited and he stroked faster. For some reason while he was doing this he remembered how the woman scolded him in the morning about his toilet habits. The thought just popped into his head unexpectedly! He couldn't understand why, but it was making him even more aroused. Through gritted teeth he masturbated to the fantasy of Ms Rose bending him over to spank his butt raw. He gasped as he had a really good orgasm. He closed his eyes, rolling his head on the back of the couch. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at the totally slathered panties, just covered in his cum. As he was sitting there in a daze the front of the door opened up and Anne stepped in. She was back already! The entrance to the apartment was wide open and she could see into the living room at Steve who was in one of her dresses and panties that looked like they were well worn and soaked through with the boy's jizz. "Steve Duke, you are in deep trouble." Anne-Marie said, eyeing him down. "That's my dress and... ugh, my panties too! How could you?" She sounded hurt. Her privacy was breached and her personal belongings were being manhandled! She walked over to Steve. He didn't have time to explain, but Anne didn't care to listen to excuses anyway. "I knew something was up when my panties went missing. You are going to give them back to me right now!" She yanked down the sticky pair he had on first. She held it up and frowned, looking at the poor state it was in. "You squirted all over the front and browned the seat with your bottom." she said, sounding sad, "I can't wear these again. No one can." She sniffed, holding back her sadness for now. She was still angry. He tosses the used panties into the trash. She spun Steve around and unzipped the dress, getting it off of his body. She noticed her bra on his chest, stuffed with his socks. She got a laugh out of this. It was the one moment of levity for her in an otherwise very upsetting situation. She unhooked the bra and took it off. Now Steve was completely nude once again. She dragged him by the arm to his bedroom, dropping her clothes in the hamper along the way. Steve had to stand naked in the middle of his room while Rose pulled out each of his dresser drawers and searched his closet for anything else he was hiding. She found one clean pair of panties, still unworn, and the one he soiled from the first time. She turned it inside out. "You see this? This is why you shouldn't be wearing my panties! If you want panties you should have been getting your own, not soiling mine!" She pointed out not only the dried cum on the front but streaks in the back. Steve never paid attention to that before when wearing his briefs. Was he really that bad at wiping himself? To Anne it was a great offense to have her pretty panties ruined by the boy's leavings. She added "My dresses are clearly too grown up for someone like you who can't even keep his bottom wiped and who pees all over the floor." She just wouldn't let that incident go! Just then the very thing he dreamt about was coming true as she sat on the boy's bed and bent him over her knee. It was different from his fantasy though. This was real and it was more humiliating. She spanked him hard on his bare butt and he felt the sting of each impact of the woman's open palm. She breathed through her nose as she pressed her lips together tightly and spanked his butt three more times. A red imprint of the woman's hand was now across the boy's cheeks. It burned and he stood up, holding his hands on his hot behind. "This isn't over." Anne said plainly. "You want to dress like a girl? Fine. You can dress like a girl. I have nothing against that... but you need to start from the beginning..." She stood up from the bad, standing taller than the boy in her boots. "We will be getting you some proper underwear that is more suited to a CHILD of your developmental skills. I'm thinking diapers." Steve's jaw just about dropped. Rose smirked at the boy's shocked expression. "Adorable pink ones for a sissy like you." She pat his cheek. "And we will find some pretty little baby dresses for you too. In the morning we will be going to a store that sells these items and we're going to pick out the clothes you need to be the sissy baby you are." Anne-Marie Rose turned on her heel and walked away from Steve, swaying her hips behind her and making the boy stare at her big butt on the way out. Steve stood there, naked, and with a sore butt. He was now dreading tomorrow. The rest of the night was so awkward as Anne didn't say much to him. Things were mostly silent between the two old friends. Steve was woken up early. His bedsheets were stripped off, snapping him quickly out of his slumber. He stood up in his bed, wearing his slightly damp and dirty boy briefs. He missed those pretty panties so much. "Good morning, Samantha." the woman stated as she helped the boy out of his bed. "Today is your first day training to be a proper little lady like me, Ms Rose, but you have so so sooo much to learn." Steve was already blushing a little. Rose, using her surname as she did when she was very serious, affected a stern and matronly tone with Steve now just to send the message that she was in charge. She even took it a step further. "From now on you will be calling me Mommy and refer to me as Ms Rose to others." "What? But I-" Steve's lips were clamped with two fingers and a thumb and Rose glared at him. Rose pulled off Steve's underwear and held them out between her fingers in an over-exaggerated gesture, acting as if they were worse than they were. She dropped them into the trash. She then got him dressed, putting on another pair of his undies, shorts, and a t-shirt. She sighed, muttering something about how it will "do for now." She pulled him by the arm to the kitchen, giving him a baggie of Cheerios and a big baby bottle filled with milk. "Anne, you can't expect me to drink from this..." he was a little red-faced holding the bottle, though he was hungry enough to munch on the Cheerios. "That's Mommy to you." she swat his butt, "And I'd fix you something nicer for breakfast, but we need to hurry. The store is away a bit." She pulled Steve's arm. "Oh, well then let me just go to the bathroom..." Steve tried to request. He just got up after all. "There's no time! We need to go right now!" Rose insisted, pulling the boy out the door, locking it behind her, and walking him down the stairs to the parking lot. Steve tried to hide the baby bottle he was holding by tucking it under his shirt. His bladder was full and aching. Rose put him into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt for him. During the slow car ride Steve felt thirsty. Drinking from the bottle was an option, but it would make him feel silly. Plus, he still had to pee. He decided to take just a few little sips to sate his thirst. He set the bottle down in the cup holder and tried to discreetly grab at this crotch, rocking back and forth in his seat. He felt small dribbles of pee leak out and soak the front of his undies, but nothing that would show on the outside of his shorts. Desperate and crossing his legs now he just hoped the store would be close by. He was never very good at holding it in and that's why he usually stayed home most nights and didn't do much drinking or partying. The possibility of wetting in public was too great. Now Rose had pretty much forced him out of the house and into this embarrassing scenario which he had avoided for so long. In a seedy looking strip mall where stores had neon signs, kinky logos, and the letter X plastered about there was one store which had an innocent look. It was called Claire's Baby Supplies with balloon letters in alternating pink and blue pastel hues. Steve was hoping that's not where they'd be going. He leapt out of the car and Rose followed. She grabbed his wrist and informed him "Don't go running off. You need to stay close to Mommy because some of these stores are too naughty for you. When you grow up maybe then you can take a peek inside, but not today." She tugged his wrist, taking him into the store while he groped his slightly damp crotch. He could feel the pee had leaked a little more and seeped through the fabric. He had to keep touching himself to hide the spot he just knew was there. A lady in bright colorful clothing and pretty colored locks of hair bounded towards the two customers. "Welcome to Claire's!" she said in a bubbly voice. "What may I help you with?" "I need a bathroom!" Steve blurt out, not even giving Rose a chance to say anything. Rose sighed. "Oh really? Are you sure you know how to use the bathroom all by yourself, little boy?" the clerk asked. Steve gave a look as if to say "what?" "Actually, that's sissy girl, and her name is Samantha. I'm going to need to take her to the bathroom to make sure she sits like a proper lady and doesn't make a mess." Rose finally spoke up. By then it was too late though. The sound of piss hitting the hard floor could be heard and everyone's eyes slowly cast downward at the boy's shorts which were raining from the cuffs. Steve was on the verge of tears as he wet himself in front of the two pretty ladies. He apologized, saying sorry over and over, but the clerk just smiled at him. "It's all right, it happens more often than you think." the cute lady said, grabbing a mop that was handily by the front door. She mopped around the boy's feet, bumping each foot out of the way as she cleaned the puddle. "I suppose we need to stock up on diapers and bloomers while we're here. Come along, Samantha. Let's find something cute to put you in first and then we will pick out your sissy dresses. As they left the worker happily mopping up after the boy's accident Steve was feeling extra guilty that he was putting more people through this. The clerk didn't even seem to mind though. Rose got some large diaper packages and set them into her shopping cart. The packages had pictures of fully grown adults on them wearing the diapers and posing as if they were children. The models looked gender neutral and the packaging assured in the corner that they work "for those with peepees and those without." It was like every product in this store was targeted to embarrass him. Rose then piled a few frilly diaper covers (bloomers) into the cart. She lead Steve to the back of the store where there was a "family" bathroom. Inside the bathroom was one regular toilet, a large potty chair, and a steel reinforced changing station. Clearly this was made with very large "babies" in mind. Rose lifted Steve, grunting a little from the boy's weight. She was incredibly strong though and got him up on the table. She pulled off his wet shorts and underwear and just dropped them in the diaper pail as if they were trash. Steve let out a whiny huff as he saw the big boy clothes disappear down the tube. Rose used the complimentary baby wipes and washed the boy's privates. She dug deep between his cheeks too. Ignoring the fact that the wipe-down made Steve's big dick hard she ripped open a package of one of the sissy adult diapers. They were pink and white with hearts all around the crotch. She taped the diaper shut around the boy's waist and then covered it with the frilly bloomers. The bloomers had little bows on each hip and a ruffled waistband. Ruffled frills went down the backside as well. She kept the tag on the covers so it could be paid for up front later. She shoved Steve back out of the bathroom to walk around the store in just his shirt and bloomers. Steve felt so embarrassed as he followed behind Rose. He had no way to cover his baby pants. There were just a few other people in the store. Some curious patrons were by themselves and there was even one other "mother and child" couple. It must have been a sissy like him because the guy had short hair and an infantile looking bo-peep dress. Steve kept his head down, not wanting to run into anyone else. He noticed Rose buying many different kinds of dresses and stockings. She even made him stand still to try on some girly shoes. The cart was getting full. She wheeled it up to the front desk where the clerk happily rung up each item. Rose even lifted Steve up onto the counter, his butt facing the clerk. She rang up the price tag hanging off the bloomers and then Steve was set back down on his feet. What a humiliating experience, just picked up and handed off like he was groceries! Rose wheeled the cart outside of the store, taking it to her car. Some people exiting the sex toy shop whistled and cat-called at Steve. Steve cringed and hid behind his "mommy." Rose chuckled and let the boy hold close to her. She pursed her lips and mumbled "Poor baby. You must be so scared out here." She loaded the back seat of the car first before finally helping Steve into his seat and buckling him up. Rose waved at the naughty people that were cat-calling earlier as if she knew them and then she got into the car and pulled out of the lot. Steve sank into his seat a bit, putting one arm up to hide his blushing face. "Relax, Samantha, we'll be home soon..." Rose said softly, driving back to the apartment. Steve thought about the apartment and then remembered he'd have to walk outside like this. His heart pounded just thinking about the shameful walk he will be doing from the parking lot to the building. When the car was finally parked he gave Rose a nervous, pleading look. Rose came around to the passenger seat and unbuckled the boy, pulling him out. She held him in her arms and carried him like a baby. He buried his face in the woman's blouse, hiding from the outside world as Rose breathed deep and hard, carrying the heavy baby up a flight of stairs and into her apartment. She set the boy down and dusted her hands. "Now you wait here while Mommy brings in all your new things. I'm going to have to make two more trips." She did buy a lot for him. He wondered if he should be grateful. He sat down in the middle of the floor, contemplating what just went down this afternoon while they were at that baby store. After Rose had brought everything into the house she ordered Steve over, telling him to get "front and center." Steve obeyed, knowing better than to not do as Rose said at this point. She tugged one of the frilly pink dresses over his head. It looked like something a 2-year-old baby girl would be wearing. He wanted to hate it, but he couldn't. It wasn't the sexy grown-up lady clothes Rose had, but it felt right. Maybe it even felt more right? He couldn't believe he was actually getting hard again, this time in his diaper. At least it wouldn't be noticeable to Rose, or so that's what he hoped. His diaper did crinkle slightly as his penis became erect inside the padding. Rose then pulled some white tights up Steve's legs and slipped on his pretty little red shoes. "Oh you look just darling now! Give Mommy a twirl and let me see the back." Rose smiled, leaning to the side to admire her work, scratching her chin. Steve did as he was told, turning around. Rose reached out and flicked the back of the boy's skirt to make it rise and show off his puffy butt. Steve felt exciting new feelings. Possibly some long-dormant emotions that had always been there. "Now show me a cute little dance." Rose started to clap her hands in rhythm. Steve reluctantly began to tap his feet, trying his best to dance for Rose, but he was much too clumsy. Rose laughed, stopping her claps. She held the sissy boy's shoulders. "That's enough. Dance lessons might be too advanced for you, but how about we teach you proper etiquette." Rose stepped back and then pinched the hem of her dress. She crossed her legs and then bent her knees as she leaned forward. "This is called a curtsy..." she explained. "It is expected for good little girls to curtsy when greeting someone. Now you try." Steve bit his lip. He tried to mimic what Rose just showed him. He realized that with his short little skirt doing this motion kind of showed off his thick bloomers. Rose nodded in approval and commanded "again..." One more Steve did his best to curtsy but still had trouble with the bending his knees part, his legs wobbling as he strained to do the simple motion. Rose pat him on the head. "With enough of my tutelage you just might fool someone into thinking you're a refined young lady..." Rose took out her keys and walked to the bathroom door. She shut it and then locked it. She put the keys away in her purse and turned to face Steve. "I expect you to use your diapers from now until the day I deem you ready for potty training... which, by looking at the state of your underwear, might take a couple decades." She giggles. "Good girls don't ruin their pretty panties like you did to mine." She groped Steve's crotch, letting him feel that thick padding bunch up against his privates. Steve whined, leaning forward and blushing all over. Rose was now in the kitchen, making a meal for both of them. It had been a long day and she wanted to make sure Steve had a big deal. As soon as Steve sat at the table Rose got out one of the items she bought today. It was a tray that went over his chair. She locked it in place. It made it look like Steve was in a high chair! He couldn't move out of the chair and he couldn't figure out how the lock worked on the tray. Rose set down the plate that had a streaming hot meal of meat cut into tiny bites, mashed potatoes, and veggies. Rose tied a bib around Steve's neck and then fed him. She poked the portions with a fork, giving him one little bite at a time. Steve resisted at first, getting some food on his face. When Rose wiped his face he realized it would be best to just eat the food and not look more childish than he already did. Steve suddenly went wide-eyed. "Anne?" he said in a panicked tone. Rose glared at him. He gulped. "S-sorry, I mean.. M-mommy..." He got his mouth stuffed with more food. He tried to chew and swallow quickly "Mommy, I need to go to the bathroom!" His voice was more urgent and still Rose forced more food into his mouth. He groaned and tried to eat quickly. He squirmed in the chair, stuck behind that blasted tray. His bottom started making rumbling noises and he teared up. "No..." he said in a strained high-pitched voice. A thick log slid out, despite his best efforts. He dumped a huge pile into the back of his diaper. The strict confines of the diaper made his mess worse. He wanted to cry and complain, but Rose just kept feeding him. He had to sit in his mess for the rest of dinner. Even after he was finished Rose still had to sit down and feed herself. Now Steve had to watch as Rose ate in front of him. She didn't take too long, able to take much bigger bites than Steve. She dabs her mouth with a napkin and then finally unlocks the tray from the chair, freeing the sissy boy. Steve did a funny walk as he felt the full diaper between his legs. Rose smirked, looking over her shoulder as she saw the boy get used to being all messy. He took to it quickly though, finding the sensation of the messy diaper starting to feel pleasurable. Rose just hummed a little tune as she washed the dishes and the pans and scrubbed down the surfaces in the kitchen. She came back into the living room and scooped up her sissy boy, pulling him into her lap as she sat down. "Now Samantha, do you want to tell me what you just did in your diapers?" Rose asked, watching the boy blush and avert his gaze. Rose forced him to look back at her. "Well?" "I pooped them." Steve said, confessing. Again, he felt an odd thrill from this. Despite his shame his dick was so hard inside the messy diaper. "Do you want Mommy to change your diapers now?" Rose said a lilting tone. She didn't wait for an answer. She hoisted Steve up and carried him to the table and set him on his back. She raised the boy's sissy skirt and had it bunched upwards. This allowed for easier access to his diapers. First she pulled off the adorable diaper covers and set them aside. She then tore open the tapes of the diaper and let it fall open. She gasped in mock surprise "what a big mess you made for Mommy!" She left him there as she went to bring over the baby powder and wipes. Steve could feel his dick getting harder. It began to point upwards and when Rose came back with a wipe in hand she saw the dick aiming at her. "Samantha..." Rose didn't get much more out. She was suddenly being hosed on her top. She gasped, raising her arms but too afraid to put them in front of the stream. She looked down surprised as the boy's sudden piss stream drenched her blouse, making it semi-transparent along with her bra. Her breasts were just barely visible through her soaking wet top. She looked really annoyed as she looked down at the boy helplessly peeing all over her. Steve whimpered and tried to pinch off the stream, but he couldn't. Rose put her hands on her hips, giving him a disappointed glare. "Honestly, Samantha?" she sighed as the stream died down as she dripped wetly from his mistake. Steve didn't do it on purpose, but that didn't matter to Rose. The woman had to take off her top and remove her bra. With her large breasts swinging freely she went back to cleaning off Steve's dirty butt. She wiped down his cheeks and dug deep between his crack. "You're going to get such a spanking when I'm done here!" Just as promised she pulled away the used diaper and then flipped Steve over. With his tummy on the table and his butt facing her she gave it three hard smacks, swinging her hand back and forth against his cheeks. Steve whined and sobbed, feeling humiliated and a little guilty. Rose flipped him back over and slid a thick diaper under his butt. She sprinkled baby powder onto his butt and privates and then taped the diaper up around his waist. She pulled the bloomer covers back on. "Now you stand there quietly as Mommy cleans up what you did." Rose made him watch as she wiped down the table and the floor where his pee stream dribbled everywhere. Steve wanted to help again, but Rose was still doing everything for him, making him feel like a small child. He tried not to stare at the woman's bare breasts as she was down on all fours wiping up the mess he made. She stood up and began to strip out of the rest of her clothes. She carried them to the laundry machine, deciding to start a wash. Steve grabbed his still hard dick inside the fresh diaper as he stared at the woman's perfect butt. It was clean and pure, unlike his dirty bottom was a second ago. She had no trouble keeping herself completely clean and sweet smelling. Even though she was clean from the bottom down she still decided to go into the bathroom and take a bath. She unlocked the door and then entered, locking it again behind her to give herself from private time. Steve remained outside the bathroom to waddle around in his baby girl diapers. He leaned against the door and whimpered "I'm sorry" practically begging Rose to forgive him. He sat down on the floor and sighed, waiting. Eventually the door opened and Steve looked up, seeing Rose with a towel draped around her. She looked down at the boy, still seeming disappointed. "Next time..." Rose said, "I need to cover that thing." She walked past the boy to her bedroom. Steve waddled around the living room, feeling a bit bad about what he did. Really, everything he had done seemed pretty rude so far. Rose had only been there to help and he took advantage of her kindness and trust. When Rose emerged from her bedroom, dressed in a bath robe and her hair in a ponytail Steve took a few steps towards her. "I'm really sorry, Mommy..." he said, looking up at her with a wet glint coming off of his hazel eyes. "You've been a really good mommy to me and I haven't been a good... sissy." He looked down at his feet. "I'm just a baby girl though. I'm still learning, and I'm willing to have you teach me." He burned hot with blush as he said this. Rose smiled and respected the sissy boy's humility. She pat him on the head. Rose walked over to the couch and sat down with a sigh. She beckoned Steve over and the little sissy came over with a bounce in his step and the little skirt flapping up and down. He beside her and rested his head on her shoulder. "Now, Samantha..." she began, "as your mother I fully expect you to listen to me, always obey my commands, and to never sass back. Remember that I know what's best for you. That means that even if I tell you to go out shopping with me dressed in your sissy clothes I fully expect you to do it and not to complain. Do you understand?" That last bit sounded like it could potentially be very humiliating, but at this point he was willing to do anything to prove he respected his mommy Rose. He nodded in agreement. Rose hugged him and kissed his forehead. "Good sissy." She said. "You've earned this." She opens her robe slightly, letting her breasts free. She grabs the back of Steve's head and pulls him close, pressing his mouth to her nipple. She looks down, watching as the boy instinctively wraps his lips around it and eagerly sucks. Rose sighs happily as she has her breasts nursed on. She knew Steve was enjoying this, but it was giving her great enjoyment as well. Rose enjoyed the power that came with being in this motherly role, but sometimes a mutual moment like this was just what they both needed. "You know, Samantha, I always thought you were quite handsome despite your bad little boy habits." Rose said with a wry smile. "It's just too bad you had to turn out to be a big sissy baby that poops in diapers. I would have liked making love to you." Rose just had to rub it in, letting Steve know his place in the relationship. She could feel his warm blush as his face was pressed to her breast. She just loved how fun it was to embarrass him. She pulled his face away from her breasts and then tied her robe shut again. "Let's get you ready for bed." Rose helped her little "Samantha" out of the dress. She pulled it up over his head and then folded it neatly. She got one of the night time clothes she bought for him today. It was a see-through long top blouse that draped over the diaper only slightly. Steve smiled. It was another soft material that felt good on his skin. He waddled towards his room with Rose right behind him, patting his rump. Rose pulled the blanket up over him and tucked him into bed. She sat at the foot of his bed, singing a quiet lullaby to get him to sleep faster. That night as Steve sat in his bed, he found himself continually waking up and thinking about how exciting it was to be in sissy clothes and wearing big puffy diapers. He groped the diaper front and started playing with himself. Since he wasn't allowed to take the diaper off he just rubbed himself through the thick layers of padding. Steve panted excitedly. He wasn't able to stop himself. It didn't take him long to cum into the diaper. He tensed up and then felt the thick creamy cum coating his privates. The orgasm was even more intense than when he was in Rose's panties. Maybe being a dirty sissy wouldn't be so bad. ~ In the morning Rose woke up the sissy, giving him some gentle nudges to rouse him. She helped Steve sit up and she groped his diaper front. "Someone's really wet this morning. Aren't you glad Mommy put you in diapers now?" She stated quite happily. Steve couldn't believe it. Sure, sometimes he wet the bed, but he didn't think he'd completely soak the diaper last night! He didn't even notice he was wet until Rose pointed it out. Rose went about changing his diaper. This time she was ready though, putting a cone-shaped cloth over the tip of his penis. "This is called a peepee teepee. Mommies use it to keep their little ones from peeing all over them. In hindsight I really should have used this on you during your last change." Rose had a much safer diaper change for Steve this morning. She was able to attach the new diaper around his waist and remain unhosed. She gave him a new set of pink and red bloomers and pulled a sunny yellow dress over him. A large bow was on the back of the dress, making him look kind of small in comparison. Rose held his hand, taking him to the bathroom. "I noticed you did a naughty in your diaper. You should really ask Mommy's permission before touching yourself like that." Steve was confused as to why he was in the bathroom with Rose. Just then she raised her dress, revealing those sexy lacy panties he coveted so much when he first moved in. Looking at the material he was able to see her mature cunt and dark pubic hair. Steve swallowed, just staring. "Does it make you jealous that Mommy can wear big girl panties like this and you have to stay in sissy baby diapers?" she grinned. Steve whimpered and gave an honest nod. Rose carefully slid down the panties, slowly revealing her privates to him. She then sat on the toilet, legs parted so he could stare right at the woman's beautiful and experienced flower. She pissed in the toilet, making him watch. It was a power move to show the little sissy who the real adult was here. Steve could never use the toilet like Rose could. He would have to continue soiling himself in his diapers. Rose finished up and used a square of toilet paper to wipe herself. She flushed the toilet and pulled her panties back up. Steve stood there awkwardly, making a faint hissing sound into the front of his diaper. Rose chuckled and gave his crotch a little pat. Rose left the bathroom and Steve followed behind, tugging on his pretty yellow dress and looking at Rose's beautiful butt. He stopped and stood in the middle of the living room. "Hey, Mommy? Um, you said something last night..." He twisted the hem of his skirt nervously. "Yes, my dear?" Rose leaned against the wall, looking down. "Well... you said that you might have... maybe would have... possibly had sex with me... if things were different." Steve started blushing. "You mean if you weren't a pants pooping sissy?" Rose said bluntly. Steve nodded, "Well, yes. I was wondering though if there was, um... any way at all that we could... you know... do stuff." Rose watched the boy squirm. She tilted her head back and sighed with a broad smile. "Sammy, Sammy, Samantha..." she sighed. "You are just a naughty little vixen aren't you. You're just desperate to be one of Mommy's sex toys. I knew you were a little naughty but I had no idea how much of a slut you were." Steve winced. It hurt, but at the same time he was secretly aroused by his mommy's statement. He wanted her, sure, but he would let her have him if she so desired. Rose held the boy's wrist and pulled "Come on, sissy slut. Mommy has just what you want." She brought him into her bedroom. He had not been in there since the first night when he so rudely invaded her personal space. She had the boy shoved down upon the bed. Steve tried to roll over but she shook her head and held his hand, guiding him to lie face down. "No no. Mommy's on top. Mommy will always be on top." She pat his rump. "Butt in the air now..." She grabbed the bloomers and diapers and carefully pulled them back, tugging them down so his bare butt was exposed to her. Steve turned his eye towards Rose as she walked to the dresser drawer. She pulled out her favorite strap-on. She lifted her dress and pulled up the strap to attach it onto her crotch. She made sure it was tight around her, pulling on the sides to keep it firmly in place. Steve felt his heart racing. Rose was really going to do it! She squirted some lube onto her hand and began stroking the shaft of the dildo, getting it nice and slick. She walked behind Steve and soon she was out of his vision. She rubbed her lubed up fingers over his butthole and carefully inserted them inside. She felt him tense up around her fingers. Rose leaned down and whispered. "Try to relax, it'll be easier..." She removed her fingers and then started teasing his hole with the tip of the strap-on. She ever so slowly pushed inward, gasping a little. Steve relaxed as Rose told him to and soon he felt the entire length of the dildo enter his bottom. It was a new feeling for him, but exciting at the same time. Rose thrust in and out of his bottom. She held onto his hips, really taking ownership of the boy's body. She was clearly in charge and Steve was willing to let her top him like this. He groaned, feeling himself filled by Rose's fake cock. Rose wasn't being stimulated by the dildo very much. Her arousal came simply from knowing she was dominating Steve. Steve meanwhile was so close to spurting into his diaper. "Mommy!" Steve cried out. He grabbed the bed sheets and felt his dick twitching. He came on himself. Rose kept thrusting for a moment and then slowed down. She leaned over and looked down at the boy who was sweating and clutching the bed still. She pulled out and quickly tugged his diaper back up over his spent bottom. Steve flopped onto his back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Rose stood over him with a smile, jutting out her hips so he had to stare up at the big fake cock between her legs. She loosened the straps on the sides and let the device come off. She crawled onto the bed with Steve and hugged him close. "So, my little sissy, is that what you meant by wanting to have sex with me? Because that's the only way you'll ever get it from this mommy." She smirked. Steve looked at her. His face twisted up for a moment. The loose state of his bottom caused him to mess himself. He smiled wide, getting a goofy expression on his face as he felt the diaper fill up. Rose laughed as she watched this. She pat Steve's messy bottom, feeling the contents shift around inside. "Looks like you've already given Mommy another present this morning! How about I make us a nice hot breakfast and then we'll change the diaper later, okay?" Steve nodded, giving his new mommy a hug. Rose stood up, helping Steve up with her. She admired the adorable submissive sissy she helped create. She brushed her fingers through that dark blonde hair, thinking about how fun it was going to be to have him around.
  2. After much deliberation (and a few delays), PetiteAB is taking preorders on our brand new design, Le Jardins Secret - The Secret Garden. Shipping is expected to be February, 2017 on the size S and March, 2017 on the size M. Feel free to ask questions, I'll make sure I keep an eye on this thread and answer. Our indiegogo fundraiser site (best deal on cases - $125 with free shipping!) http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/designer-incontinence-products-for-adults/x/4636949#/ Our website: http://www.petiteab.com Follow us on Twitter: @Petiteabdotcom Our Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/Petiteabcom-1156556287752208/
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  8. How many of you diaper lovers or adult babies out there actually USE your diapers? I used to all the time, at least for tinkles, and got to the point where I was even pretty comfortable with wetting in public, as long as I didn't overdo it. I also gave myself enemas or suppositories that forced me to mess pretty frequently, and even did THAT in public a few times! But over time I gradually stopped using them less and less, and now even though I get all dressed up a few nights a week, and am comfortable wearing diapers, sissy clothes, and toys/plugs out in public, I just never wet or mess them anymore.I feel like I'm not being a good baby, and if I'm going to be buying diapers, I need to earn them. So with 12 disposables left in this current pack, I'm looking for instructions as to what I need to do to prove myself, and earn the right to buy the next pack.It's not that I'm totally opposed to wetting or messing, but I just need some encouragement and strict rules. Ideally, I'd love if someone wants to chat with me as I'm completing any tasks to make sure I follow through and don't wimp out.Thanks!Baby Kelsey
  9. Every sissy baby knows that for every one mistress or mommy out there, there are hundreds of sissy babies begging for her attention. We are all looking to be submissive, and have someone else control how we dress, or what tasks we have to do, but there simply aren't enough mommies to go around. So while we're all naturally submissive, I propose forming a group where people can take turns switching who gets to be the sub and who gets to be the domme, so we all can get that feeling of helplessly being controlled at some point. Note that you must be willing to switch and be the domme half the time, so please take that into account that before messaging about joining. For everyone interested, please respond to this thread, or send me a message directly, and I'll begin organizing the group Also note, I get pretty creative and vengeful about punishments, so you've been warned.
  10. 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.
  11. Hey everyone. It's been a very, very long time since I've posted any new story content on this forum or to the DD site. I finally have a new story idea that I love, and I want to share it here with all of you for feedback and development. Eventually, once it's done, I'll send it to the DD main site for publication there. Mild spoilers: this story will contain elements of romance, sissification, and some emotional content. --- One: Emily Nothing exciting ever happens in Thebes Park, California. That’s what makes it such a nice place to live, I think. Some people have lived here their entire lives, maybe going no further than ten or twenty miles away for a nice dinner at the Adams Bistro or a trip to the Camarillo retail outlets. They get jobs in the booming service sector. They raise kids, send them off to college, spend their weekends visiting the Town Center, and then retire to Silver Estates on the hillside if they’re lucky. It’s not a bad way to live if your paycheck holds steady. But I never wanted that kind of a life. When I couldn’t find work in Hollywood, I came back home and brought back a little flair to the theater scene in Thebes Park. My Friday and Saturday nights were devoted to whatever performances I could stage at the Cultural Arts Center. I played both Hamlet and Romeo, as well as the likes of Stanley Kowalski and Marius Pontmercy. The reviews weren’t much, but the ticket sales was decent. At least I could eat and do what I love. Speaking of food and love, I was compelled to walk out of my house on a cold autumn morning to the local Starbucks. Wrapped in a leather jacket and black jeans, I trundled a few blocks south to where the morning traffic was thinning out. My eyes drifted over a line of sedans and vans zipping along the main road toward Thebes Park’s business sector. With my hands stuck inside my pockets, I felt some dim satisfaction at my current state. Everyone else was rushing to work or from one errand to the next. With no performances lined up that weekend, I had all the time in the world. I sat at the Starbucks for the better part of an hour, sipping coffee and scrolling over the news on my phone. I was prepared for a mindless reverie until lunch. What I got instead was a tap on my shoulder. When I glanced up from my armchair, I saw a huge smile and perfect white teeth. “Jordan! Hey there!” Emily Parcher leaned over me, offering a tiny wave. “Hey yourself,” I replied. As I waved to the chair beside me, I added, “Out for a coffee break?” “Late breakfast, actually.” Emily sank into the chair, smoothing out the skirt of her green dress. My next-door neighbor was my contrast when it came to fashion. She chose to stand out with bright clothing and white jackets, while I preferred to blend in with blacks and grays. The same could be said about our personalities, too, and in exactly those terms. I set down my phone, watching the screensaver flicker on. “Another late night, then?” “Mmph, totally.” Emily paused to finish chewing on the muffin she’d been carrying. She wiped at her mouth and added, “DeSoto wants six new sketches by the weekend. I’ve been pulling all-nighters just to keep up with my other clients.” “Poor thing.” “Well, a girl’s gotta eat.” Emily lifted her muffin and snickered. “Case in point.” “True!” I chuckled and took another sip of coffee. My neighbor grinned and continued to ramble on about her day job. I might have led a life in the theater, but Emily Parcher was one of the classiest people I knew. She never had a bad hair day or wore anything that clashed. Her every step was an exercise in poise, and she always had a kind word for any occasion. But you could have seen her refined taste in the way she drew. Emily was a born artist, a virtuosa with a pencil or a pen. She did everything from portraits to landscapes. The small-time publishers in Thebes Park couldn’t get enough of her. Emily had enough commissions to afford the nicest house on the block where I lived, though I suspected that she came from a family with money, too. As neighbors went, she was a treat. Emily could always be counted for a bottle of wine or a towel when you ran short. At neighborhood barbecues, she never failed to delight with her potato salad, and she always volunteered to clean up. Sure, I’d given some thought to courting her a few times. But I never got the nerve. It wasn’t low self-esteem. I just felt like I’d be ruining an otherwise good friendship. And I never got the sign from Emily that she ever thought of me as anything more than a neighbor. When we hit a lull in the conversation, Emily looked around the Starbucks. I noticed that she twitched her legs in. Even her hands fluttered in her lap. Like she was trying to stay calm. Trying, but failing. “Sorry if I’ve been monopolizing your time,” said Emily. She brushed some hair back over her ear. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” “Not at all.” I gestured to the phone on the table. “I’m just killing time.” “No shows this week?” “It’s the dry part of the season. And yet...” I put my hand to my breast. “I get by. Somehow.” Emily grinned. “You love the limelight, don’t you?” “Against my better judgment, yes. I feel more alive onstage.” “Oh, yeah. It’s like me with a pencil.” “Bingo.” Emily shook her head wistfully. “I wish I could feel that good around people. I’m too much of an introvert.” “You’re plenty social at the local get-togethers, you know.” “Well, that’s not what my parents say.” “Oh.” I grimaced. Parental judgment was the worst. As a second-generation Korean-American, I knew it all too well. “Sorry to hear that.” Looking up at me, Emily nodded. “Thanks for that.” “Anything I can do to help?” “It’s... complicated.” “I’ve got nothing but time if you want to chat.” As a new line of people began to enter the coffee shop, Emily glanced down at her hands. They still fluttered, but not as much as before. When she met my gaze again, she looked so serious. She said, “Let’s take a walk.” *** Heading back to our neighborhood, we felt a little warmer as the day wore on. I kept my hands out and loose at my side as Emily explained her predicament. “So, the thing is, my parents are strict. Like, super old-fashioned.” Emily’s face turned red as she spoke, and I guessed it wasn’t because of the changing weather. “They didn’t like it when I moved out here to work and live on my own. They’d rather I go back home and marry one of the nice boys that they met at the country club.” I grinned when I heard the venom in her tone. “Dudes in polo shirts and khakis?” “Dudes with no class and an overdeveloped ego,” Emily insisted, but at least she smiled a little. “Yeah, I’ve been fending off their proposals for years.” “You don’t strike me as the housewife type.” To my surprise, Emily blushed at that. “I’m not totally against the idea. I mean, if I met the right person, maybe?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’d rather just do my job out here.” “Then you should.” “But that’s the problem.” Emily turned to me as we came to a stop at the next intersection. An empty school bus passed by the street where we turned toward home. “My parents will cut me off if I don’t meet their standards. That means I lose the house, Jordan.” “Wait a second.” I frowned, examining her nice—and pricey—dress and jacket. “They’re paying your mortgage?” “Well, yeah. Most of it.” Emily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m good for clients, but I could never afford a place on my own.” “Em, that’s terrible.” “And so’s my family. My father’s convinced himself that I need to have another woman as a housemate in order to stay ‘proper.’ Because, you know, any unmarried woman living away from her parents only has one thing on her mind.” “Premarital sex. Oh, the horror.” I threw a melodramatic hand to my forehead. “The scandal.” “You got it.” “So, you’re looking to rent out a room. Any takers?” “None. And I don’t have any friends from work who aren’t already married.” “You’re kidding.” “Nope. I’m the odd one out.” I shook my head. “God bless quaint little Thebes Park.” “Tell me about it.” We crossed the intersection and turned the corner onto our block. Our houses stood side-by-side, both done up in similar shades of white and beige. My front lawn was small and easy to keep up, but Emily’s house stood out with its garden full of roses and tulips. You could tell from a glance who put the most effort into their dwellings. Emily even kept her car in the garage to keep it from getting too dirty, whereas I was content to let my Toyota Camry gather a little dust before I usually decided to take it in for a wash. It had been this way on our street for the better part of three years. As we passed in front of my house, I reached out and put my hand on Emily’s shoulder. She looked at me with a dismal frown. “Listen,” I said, “I don’t know what I can really do to help, but just know that I am here to help if you ever need anything.” That got a light smile out of her. “Thanks, Jordan. You’re a real sweetheart.” I chuckled. “Nah. I just play one onstage.” *** Hours later, as I finished my latest Netflix binge session—as inspiration for future roles, or so I told myself—I heard a knock at my door. Putting the TV on pause, I got off the couch and ambled over to answer it. Emily stood on my doorstep. She looked tired. Tired, and anxious. I stepped aside and waved her in. “What’s the matter?” “I...” Emily stopped herself. She hesitated on the threshold, taking a glance at her shoes. Those lovely pair of Kurt Geigers. “I’m sorry. I had the stupidest idea. I can’t believe I even came over to ask you.” “Never hurts to ask. What is it?” Emily wavered, but she didn’t leave. “So, remember earlier? I told you about my folks, and you said you wanted to help?” “Sure I do.” “Well, remember how I said I needed a, uh, female roommate to convince my parents?” I glanced askew at her. A nervous flutter rose up in my stomach. “Yeah?” Emily looked up at me with a coquettish smile. “Think you might be interested in the role?”
  12. 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.
  13. From the album DLBiker

    Some of my earlier photos during my sissy AB days on a visit to Goddess Nicole in St Pete, FL
  14. From the album DLBiker

    Some of my earlier photos during my sissy AB days on a visit to Goddess Nicole in St Pete, FL
  15. diapers

    Essentially, (y/c) Kidnaps and regresses via drugs or hypnosis or whatever my character, turning them into a sissy who needs and uses diapers. Surgery is allowed, as well as sexual if you want.
  16. From the album Me

    Still looking for that 24/7 thing.
  17. Hi =) I just moved to Gatineau and i'm looking for abdl friends! I'm 30 yo sissy ABDL but in real live i'm your normal funny dude. I am looking for friends/abdl party/daddy/love. I hope there is some activity in the region and abdl don't hide too much .
  18. 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 -
  19. From the album Pottpanties the Diapered Sissy Baby

    Diapered sissy is so horney!