Reconnecting (Complete!)

[Jayme]

On 9/13/2018 at 11:10 AM, Sophie ♥ said:

"How was that?" Selphie asked.

Ana looked up at her with bright starry eyes.

"That good, huh?  Hm, now what..."

"Lemme try," Ana said and took the book out of Selphie’s hands.

Wow, the commentary is almost like Statler and Waldorf heckling the muppets...

I have re read this story several times and I find it interesting to see what the twins will do next.

[Sophie ♥]

Chapter Five: Sissification

Oh fuck.  Oh fucking fucking fuck.  The sunlight hurt my eyes.  The room smelled like the inside of a newborn's diaper.  My mind was racing with the memories of last night.  Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... I climbed up out of bed and ran straight to the bathroom to throw up.  I'd kissed him!  I... I came, grinding on my brother, in a shit-filled diaper.  And then I rubbed him off with my fucking vibrator.  Oh god... what had I done?  Why... how?  How could I be so stupid?  How could I do something so disgusting?!  I slammed the bathroom door closed and stripped off the wet diaper.  I needed a shower.  I needed to wash away all these awful feelings...

I slept long past my sister. I didn't know if it was a result of after-glowy haze, or exhaustion, or just a complete denial of what she'd done to me. In my dreams, though, the denial had no place: we kissed, we touched, she got me close to orgasm three times in a row, made me beg to cum, made me beg to get off, kept pushing me to the edge and letting me go, until she offered her deal: I could get off, only if I begged for her messy diapered tush in my face. Dream me agreed, dream me needed it, and over and over the scene played, over and over and over, ingraining into me that I couldn't cum without my sisters filthy diaper pressing plastic to my face. Three months, a year, who ever knew. Time passed in the dream; I was her pet, her sissy, her little messy diaper addicted girlish boy slut. She'd show me off. Made me beg. And when I woke up in a cold sweat, I smelled awful and I was hard as a rock. "Holy what the fuck..." I coughed. Gagged. The room spelled abominable.

He changed himself.  He put on normal clothes - boy clothes.  It was the first time in a day that both of us were in proper underwear - boxers and panties.  But neither of us could look at each other.  Neither of us said a word.  Maybe this... this was too much.  I shouldn't have pushed him so hard.  But he deserved it!  I humiliated him... but he was my brother.  Should I do that?  Wasn't it my job?  Or was it admonished?  Ugh, I felt sick...

"You see what I mean...?" I mumbled, muttered, sipping on a can of Monster from the fridge. "You're just too emotional, sis. You get caught up in the moment and go too far. It's why men have the important jobs, why most politicians are men, why the whole psychology institution..." I knew what I was saying was wrong, but I kept looking at her, thinking about the dream, and about last night, getting hard and blushing. So I looked away and ranted abjectly.

"I think... I should probably go home..." This whole thing was a mistake.  This bet wasn't supposed to go this far.  And then when I got that cage for him, I knew it was the wrong thing to do.  And yesterday, last night, when we... I shuddered and shook my head.  I should have left that first day...

"No you idiot, you should fucking..." Ugh. UGH! "You should punish me! I'm being awful! I'm trying to make you feel better by giving you something to punish me over, because it makes you happy and it makes me... makes me..." I wasn't going to say it. I wasn't going to admit to it.

I looked up at Milo with bewilderment and he crossed his arms over his chest.  Was he... blushing?  Hm... "Yesterday... we crossed a line.  I... I don't know what I was thinking.  I was exhausted, and I haven't had a boyfriend in like, God knows how long.  And you were cute, and I wasn't thinking..." I sighed deeply. "You're my brother..."

"Yeah well, I'd be your brother if I wasn't caged in my pants, put in a diaper and treated like a little girl. When that happens, I'm not me, alright? Don't think of me that way, think of me as someone else." That was literally my solution to handling this, to reconcile my feelings. "Someone who wants... needs you to do that stuff. And more stuff. Fuck I don't know, sis.." Was I just rationalizing?

I mean, of course he liked it.  It took me exactly ten seconds to size him up.  He wanted to be humiliated and dominated by a woman.  But I was his sister, and I didn't think that was the right woman for the job. "You aren't different, though.  You're you.  And I'm me.  And it's really fucking gross." Maybe I could add incest to his list of sexual deviances.

"it's really gross, says the girl who came up with literally everything. It's really gross she says when she's the reason this happened. Well you know what?" I tackled her. Across the sofa. I pinned her down and I kissed her because I didn't know what to say.

Instinctively, as he pushed his lips to mine, I rolled over and knocked him to the floor, holding his wrists tight to the carpet and pinning him in place.  My heart raced, looking down at him.  His stupid expression of shock.  My knees tight against his hips.  I took a deep breath and sat up on his stomach. "Fine, so I like it.  That doesn't make it not-gross."

"You don't even know gross, sis! You don't even have the courage to do gross. All this is just child's play right now." I didn't know why I'd taunt her like that. Probably because I knew she liked it. I knew she'd love it. She'd love being taunted into twisted things.

"Yeah, creaming your shitty diaper wasn't bad enough?" Wow, that shut him up.  His cheeks went pink and I smirked down at my brother... or... or my sister, I guess?  Hm... "So what now?  I go back to humiliating you for fun?" Granted, it was pretty fun.

"I don't think you have it in you," I bit at her ear. "I don't think you have it in you to humiliate me. Really humiliate me. You're off to a good start, but your little Millie is a bit of a bitch, isn't she?"

It was remarkable how irritating he could be.  So I gave him what he wanted: I slapped him hard across the face.  His lips froze, water filling his eyes, as he looked up at me with frustration. "You have it easy, Millie.  But if you act up, humiliation will be the least of your worries." So I guess that was that... we were really going to do this.  Fuck, I was such a disgusting person...

"I had a dream about you last night." Twenty minutes later and we were on the sofa, like nothing had happened. And I was antsy. And thrill-seeking. And I didn't want to tell her, but I wanted her to make me tell her. Jesus. I was so fucked up.

"Yeah?  Better than the real thing?" He didn't laugh.  Hm, that was weird. "What was it about?" He shrugged his shoulders and I rolled my eyes. "Let me rephrase," I said plainly. "If I ask you a question, you'll answer.  Unless you want to give up the privilege to talk.  You know, most baby girls can't speak yet..." I thought about that, tapping my chin.  Hm.

"You were training me." I gave her something. Spat it out quick so she knew her threat was a good one. Blushed and looked away, bit my lip the way I'd seen her do. "Okay? Are you happy now? You were training me to like stuff. Awful stuff."

"I think I'm doing a pretty good job of that actually," I said with a smile.  But he was still fidgeting with his fingers.  There was something he wasn't saying.  Something he wanted to say. "What other awful things should I train you to like, hm?  Keeping secrets won't end well for you."

"You..." Wow. Even in the guise of taunting her, even though I wanted her to know, this still wasn't easy. "You were training me to like the smell of it when you... you know... in your diaper. And you were using my orgasms to do it..."

"...I'm not really following." A great phrase to humiliate him more, I thought.  If I made him explain himself, he would fall further and further into submission.  I would have to keep that in mind.  But in this instance, I really had no idea what he was talking about.  What about my diapers?

She was going to make me explain it? Ugh. Oh my days. I flushed and looked down at my feet. Okay fine. "You got me to close to getting off. Over and over. Until I was ready to do anything. Then you made me beg to ugh... you made me beg for you to press your diapered ass against my face and mess yourself. And then you wouldn't let me cum without telling you how much I loved what you were doing... and you did it for months until I couldn't without... you..."

"Mess myself?" He wouldn't look up at me.  What was he-- "Ohhhh no, nope.  Absolutely not." "But--" "No!  I will humiliate the fuck out of you because I think it's funny, but I am not doing that!" "You did it once!" "Because I felt bad for you!  Ew!  Oh my god, absolutely not!  Fuck, you're such a pervert."

"See! I knew you didn't have what it takes! You're all talk and thats why the dream was better! Dream you was cruel and sexy and she showed me off to people and made me want to die! And you're just... just a wanna be. That's what you are sis! If I didn't kiss you, you'd never even have kissed me!"

"You.  Are.  So.  Fucking.  Weird." Each word was punctuated by outright indignation.  A full pause. "I'm not falling into your reverse psychology bullshit just because you want someone to poop on your face!" The thought made me shudder.  Ew, ew, ew... "If you ever even suggest I humiliate myself like that again, you won't be able to talk for a week!"

"Humiliating for you?! For you? You'd have so much power, you'd have so much influence!  You'd have so much sway over me, you know that right? You would be so far above me! It's not humiliating for you, it's... it's empowering. You'd be the queen and I'd be your throne and you're too much of a coward to take the crown!" I stuck my tongue our and stormed off to my room.

What the living fuck just happened?  I spent a lot of the afternoon trying to figure out what to do about Milo.  Millie.  If I just started thinking of him as a little sissy girl, it was easier to justify the kissing and sex stuff.  But we had such a history - we'd been friends since the day we were born!  Ugh, I hated this... when did we become such degenerates?

"I'm going out to fuck some bitches and do some drugs." I'd come out of the room in a singlet top and torn jeans, bright colored shoes and a baseball cap. My friends and I called it The Douchebag Ensemble. I wanted to rile my sister up. "You're boring me now, so I'll be back. Maybe when you've thought about how lucky you are to have me, we can play."

How lucky I am to have him?  I sighed and put down the television remote before standing up, a few inches taller than him.  I looked him square in the eye and immediately his demeanor fell.  How fucking pathetic. "This facade you put on is no different than a toddler crying because he didn't get a candy at the grocery store.  I'm not playing games with you, Millie.  If you want anything from me, you're going to treat me with respect and reverence.  And if you ever suggest that I'm lucky to have a perverted diaper-shitting chastised femme baby bitch as a brother again, I'll walk out that door and I will not look back.  Your move."

I didn't even mean to have it happen, but about halfway thru what she was saying, I started crying. I batted at my face to try and stop it from happening, I swiped my cheeks, I sniffled, I shook my head. But the tears came anyway. And they came in a downpour.

...wow, he really was a little bitch, huh?  It was amazing we were related. "That's what I thought.  How about you go change your clothes into something more appropriate - and by appropriate, I mean the frilliest, most childish, humiliating thing you own.  I'm very curious to see how deep your depravity goes, Millie." He gave me a nervous look and walked past me toward the bedrooms. "And don't forget your diaper!"

"I don't even know how to put a diaper on!!" I stomped my foot and crossed my arms. I had a lot of frilly shit. Stuff I'd never wanted her to see. And I could do that. But I wanted her to be involved in it, too! Yeah, I really needed to get laid.

"If you need help, you can ask." But the second he opened his mouth to do just that, I cut him off. "If you don't ask to my satisfaction, you'll get spanked.  Five spankings per attempt.  Good luck." With that, I waved my hand toward him.  This was... surprisingly fun.

I puffed out my cheeks and went to my room. Stupid sister. How dare she talk to me like that. I pulled open my closet. How did she think she would just get away with this? Just because she was sexy? Because I liked when we kissed? Because she was all in my head and this was all her damn fault? When I got changed, I knew I'd be impressive; the dress was pink and frilled and said sissy on a motif on the chest. I wore it with thigh high stockings, and a hundred colored rubber bracelets on my wrists. And no undies because I needed her help for that. I even put on the bright baby blue wig I bought the one time I wanted to take pictures online.

"Sis..." The dumb locking shiny shoes almost made me trip when I tried to curtsey. And she'd have seen me blushing even from across the room. "Pretty please put my proper undies on me, okay?" I lifted my dress enough to show my naked cock, in the cage,  then dropped the skirts back down. "I'm a useless sissy after all, just good for looking pretty and showing off.” Bam. That would do it, I was sure!

...holy shit.  I looked up at him with surprise, actual surprise, because never in a million years did I think I would ever see my brother dressed up like that.  And... well, it really helped dissociate Millie the sissy bitch from the boy I'd known all my life. "Five spankings.  Try again." Damn good for a first try though.

"W-what wait!! I asked good!!" I stomped my foot, the bells on the shoe jingled, and I tripped and fell on my ass, legs akimbo. Fuckity fuck! "I asked good, I did!" My arms crossed about my chest, covering up the branding lettering and I puffed out my cheeks. "Pretty please with a little sissy’s cherry on top?"

"Mm.  Nope.  Ten spankings." He was floored, figuratively and literally.  Honestly, his actions were above and beyond what I expected.  It was like my cool, collected brother had fallen into the rabbit hole overnight.  He was so eager to please.  But all this... he wasn't humiliated.  Not really.  Not yet. "Try again."

"I don' even know what you want me to say!!" I was pouting so hard, like the time I got on cam that night with the creepy guy from New York and was dropping acid while he paid me. Only once, though. Only once. "Preddy pweae, Vanvan? Preddy pease can you preddy pleeeeeeeaze put my diapee on for me 'cuz I'm a useless lil' sissy jus' good for cuteness an' bein' a pervyperv..."

Ohhhh... there we go.  My eyes lit up and I looked over the edge of the sofa at the pathetic boy trying to get back onto his feet.  But with another fumble, he fell back down.  His cheeks were tinted pink, but I could still hear that hint in his voice... that patronizing hint.  Like he was humoring me, even though he had reverted to such infantile talk. "Nope.  Fifteen."

"Van!!” I stopped trying to get up and settled on being on my knees. "I'm being a good b...a good sissy..." I wouldn't say girl. "I'm being good okay!! I'm being so good and..." She just kept smirking. "I'm good... but if you want me to be gooder I can be even gooder..." Deep breath. "I'm a lil baby an I can' do it on my own cuz I'm too small... I need you..."

Need me.  Oh, that little hint of confidence sure drizzled out of him on those last three words.  He wouldn't make eye contact.  He really was humiliated, huh?  But unfortunately... "You didn't ask that time.  Twenty."

"Please!!" I started crying again and this time didn't even try to stop it. “Please please please help me I'm a little baby sissy who needs her diapers," Her, "and I'll leak wifout you..."

"I didn't hear a question in there," I said simply.  Tears filled his eyes and dripped down his cheeks.  The game was over.  We weren't playing anymore.  He was begging me.  And it made me warm in my tummy. "Twenty-five."

"No!! No I.. I..." I shook my head. "Please can you change my diaper sis please? Preddy please? I need a diaper, I need you to put me in it, I... I want it. Please sissy I want it..."

I sighed. "Well, it definitely needs work, but I guess that was alright for now." I got up off the sofa and went into the bedroom to fetch one of my pink diapers.  Man, I was glad I got a ton of extras, because he sure was going to go through them.  I got some powder and my hairbrush and sat down on the edge of my bed. "Up here.  Over my lap."

Over her lap? That didn't seem like a productive place to be. I looked at her, confused, but when she went to talk I quickly hurried up onto her lap and laid across it in my sparkly sissy dress. I felt so stupid. So damn stupid. What was I doing? This was my sister...

It took me like thirty full seconds to lift up the seat of his frilly dress and all the layers of ruffles underneath.  This wasn't just a sissy dress - this was a top of the line sissy dress.  This was the kind of thing you see in porn videos, not the kind of thing you see on your brother.  But sure enough, beneath it all, there was his bare bottom.  I took my hairbrush and gave him a quick, hard smack against the cleft of his cheeks.

"Okay okay okay ow ow ow ow!! Time out!! Ow!! No no ow ow ow!!" I tried to squirm away from her, like I had any choice in this, but she held me firm and still without too much effort at all. "This hurts!! It's not fun, it hurts, no no no no! No more!"

"You're my little girl.  I'm in charge of you, remember?" I hit him with the brush again on one cheek. "And you were a naughty girl." Again, on the other cheek. "You could have asked properly the first time, but you had arrogance and stubbornness in your words." Once more, alternating. "So you'll be punished. Next time, maybe you won't have those terrible qualities."

I flailed and realized something awful was happening: I was getting turned on. In this awful little cage. I groaned and whined and sobbed and didn't my best not to move at all because the pain of trying to get hard was so much worse than the spanking. My humiliation was so much worse than both combined! So I laid still. And I sobbed. And wailed. And then, unexpectedly... thankfully avoiding my dress which had been pulled up... I wet myself. All over her lap.

"No fair," Ana cried. "You wrote more while I was gone!"

"That's what you get for running to the bathroom," Selphie said, sticking out her tongue and wetting her diaper.

"Gimme that," Ana said sourly, taking the book from Selphie's hands. "My turn.”

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[Sophie ♥]

By the way!!  I went back and added chapter titles to the first five chapters.  Each chapter is going to be named after a particular fetish.  So enjoy!

[diaperpt]

OK, well, with this chapter it looks like HE is a Siss-HE! He's loving this... and uh oh, she's gotten over the embarrassment and is on to the next level!

And so now Ana is going to try to outdo Selphie! Well, serves her right... she should be in a diaper too!

hehe... this is fun looking at the main theme of the story and also thinking about what the two writers are doing... well, isn't that kind of like your usual stories? ...except this gives us a double layer of authorship!

[CDfm]

About all I can do with this chapter is just give it a like because. 

[Yuukarian]

I didn't know this was gonna be posted on DD! Now that I do, though... I can't wait for people's reactions~! Thanks every so much for writing this again, it was super fun!

[Sophie ♥]

(For the record, @Yuukarian is Ana!)

[diaperpt]

Is Selphie yourSelfie? Is there yet another devious mind involved?  And Yuujarian, thanks for your deviosity! ...meant in the nicest, most respectful way!!

[Yuukarian]

I'm a very devious person @diaperpt, so thanks~!

[Pudding]

1 hour ago, diaperpt said:

Is Selphie yourSelfie? Is there yet another devious mind involved?  And Yuujarian, thanks for your deviosity! ...meant in the nicest, most respectful way!!

It's actually Selpharia of Of Capes, Cowls, and Cuddles fame! Check out her work here!

(ps she was also our very FIRST patron!)

[YourFNF]

On 9/10/2018 at 12:08 AM, Sophie ♥ said:

Chapter 2: Desperation

"That's the end of the chapter," Selphie said with a smile.

"What?!" Ana cried out. "No way!  He didn't even mess himself!  Write that part!"

"Nuh uh, I left it on a cliffhanger so the readers--"

"Gimme that!" Ana snatched the book out of Selphie's hand and opened it up to a fresh page.

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Wierdly enough this isn't as anxiety spiking as say Luv's. I think the tropy'ness and meta humor keeps the intensity from being to much. Like I'm just being let on you  Anna, and selphie having some fun and not actually watching some asshole get uncomfortably karmic justice It feels more like the discord chats

[YourFNF]

On 9/13/2018 at 2:10 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

Chapter Four: Incest

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Apparently this the exception to my usual rule

[Sophie ♥]

Glad you're enjoying @YourFNF!  There are like 5 more chapters but I'm SO BUSY to edit at the moment. >_< And these chapters are so much longer than our usual content.

It only gets more fun.  

[Sophie ♥]

Chapter Six: Exhibitionism

Dear Diary.  It's the fourth day of our bet.  So far Milo has gone from a bitchy degenerate into a submissive little girl.  He hasn't used the bathroom in days and I make sure to give him suppositories or laxatives every afternoon.  All the stupid games he used to play, where he start fights just to get punished, have stopped completely.  He lives the humiliating, pathetic life he always wanted, and punishments only bring him pain and misfortune.  He's learned to obey.  But of course, there's one thing he's unhappy with.  He hasn't had the privilege of cumming for days, while I use him to get off every night before bed.  It makes him miserable, but his misery only feeds into my arousal.  The outcome of our little bet: we're both disgusting freaks.  But I don't even care.  I have my own little toy to play with, and I love him with all my heart.  I always have.  Today, I'm going to test his limits.  Today, I'm going to destroy his masculinity.  This is the only future for him.

"I dun' wanna..." I pouted. Nowadays when I pouted, that meant my cheeks puffed out, my tone soft and feminine - more so than what she'd already insisted I talk like - and my arms crossed over my chest, which reminded me of the bra she made me wear. Never stuffed, never padded; sissies didn't have boobs, she'd told me that over and over. I wasn't a girl. I was way below a girl. I whined a little more and looked down at the dress I was in, and my voice was very small and quiet. "Someone at the mall might see me..."

"Oh, many people will see you.  That's the point.  Little sissies are meant to be shown off to the world.  Your humiliation and fragile, pathetic egos help everyone else feel better about themselves." I smiled happily, like what I'd said was the most encouraging statement in the world. "Look at your dress!  You're so pretty!" And by "dress", I meant one of his frilly puffy satin dresses from the closet in his room.  This one was longer - it came down almost to his knees - but it flared and poofed out so much with the petticoats that he might not fit out the door.  Attracting attention was not a fear - it was a given.

"R-right... y-you're right." Yesterday, she'd punished me for disagreeing with her. She made me agree to tell her she was right any time we were in disagreement from then on. Lord knows I was trying. More and more this was getting out of hand; I was constantly aroused, but felt like I was spinning out of control, and I didn't know if I'd ever get it back. "My guy friends hang out at Oakland... m-maybe we could go to Smithfield?" I squirmed. She'd already put three little time-bombs up my tush... I wouldn't use the P-word she'd told me I should use for my butt... and I was trying to fight it back.

"Oakland huh?  Luckily, that's where we're going!  I would love to meet your friends." I smiled at my baby girl and lifted her dress and her petticoats.  Two thick pink diapers, one taped over the other, and three suppositories in his bottom.  I checked to make sure there was no chance of leaking - or walking without waddling - and lowered the dress again. "There we go!  Gosh, you're so pretty.  Now let's go out to the car." I took his hand and, for the first time, led him out of the apartment in this ridiculous attire.

No no no no! I tried to find the words, but nothing came out; I didn't even manage to grab the doorframe. She pulled me through the door and down the staircase and then outside... I wanted to die. I started to stammer and then a few feet from the car, my body locked up and I stood still in place. Firm. I bit my lip and started to sniffle, threatening all the work on my makeup.

I walked over to my twin brother - now little sister - and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "This is the place you want to make a stand, huh?  I thought you wouldn't make it out the front door, but this is much better." It was just past noon and there were students coming and going from the apartments.  Sooner or later, they would notice little Millie. "Something to say?"

"Um... um red light?" That's what people said, right? That's what people said in my situation when they didn't want to play anymore, didn't they? I guess one part of me assumed this was a game still, that I had any say in how things would go and what my limits were. I clutched my stomach with the while silk gloves she made me wear and groaned. Oh please not now.

Red light?  I hesitated and looked at Millie with a sigh.  I guess we should have come up with a safe word or something.  I lowered my arms and gave my brother a sweet smile - a real smile. "It's okay if you want to go back home.  We can play inside.  But if you really want to be this way all the time, you gotta go outside sometimes too.  People are going to know."

I think, maybe, if she'd laughed at me or ignored me or made me feel like I was just pathetic, maybe I would have went inside. But there was something about her smile... gosh my sister was beautiful. Something about her smile, her tone, the way she took my hand in hers. It made me feel... loved. It made me feel like this was love, and not abuse. I shook my head once and smiled. "You're right. You're right. Sister knows best." I nodded, meaning it.

"That's Mommy to you, little miss!" I said with a smile and kissed him on the lips.  Sure, it was in public.  But no one knew we were related anyway, so fuck it. "Come on, we can go to Smithfield.  Baby steps, right?" He nodded at the joke and climbed into the passenger seat of the car.  I started it up and pulled out of the parking lot. "You know... I am really enjoying this.  You.  Me.  Even if it's weird or wrong, I still want to keep doing it.  And maybe... we could find somewhere to live together?"

"I'd like that..." When I said it, my voice wasn't small - it wasn't confident, or masculine, not how I'd used to be. But it was clear, uncoerced. "I like doing this full time... I like being around you, being with you. I don't think I'd even mind going to classes like... maybe not like this 'cause it's showy, but like maybe in girl cuts of stuff? Maybe girl jeans and a diaper? Or a bra under my clothes? Little reminders that I'm yours..." I throbbed. Fucking fuck I was so turned on.

I felt a blush on my cheeks and I couldn't control my smile.  Mine. "You know you're never using the toilet again, right?  I don't even like diapers, but you deserve this for teasing me the way you did!" And... well, that was only partially true.  I didn't like diapers, past tense.  But with Millie, and the budding association of cumming in my own diapers... well, they weren't so bad actually.

"Toilets are gross anyway. Other people who aren't my sister put their butts there." I stuck my tongue out, and was wracked by cramps again. Yes, toilets were gross. What I was about to do, that wasn't gross. Embarrassing, yes. Humiliating, absolutely. But my sister made me do it so it was sexy. I grabbed at my stomach and winced and then there, in the car, in the passenger seat, in my pretty sissy dress, in the middle of conversation, I began to mess my diapers.

"Really?  Already?  That was supposed to happen in the middle of the mall... maybe I should use fewer suppositories next time." I sighed and shrugged. "Oh well, you're not getting changed until we get home, so get used to that feeling." I parked in the mall lot and got out of the car.  My poor sissy was going to have an awful time.  How exciting!

"I smell awful..." And my little cage was so tight, ugh. The mall looked so big, so intimidating, so imposing now, standing in the parking lot. I wouldn't blend in. I wouldn't go unnoticed. And each step made my diaper shift in a way that was all too familiar to me now. "Mommy..." I tugged on her hand. "People are gonna know..."

"Yes they will, Millie.  They'll know you're my little sissy baby and that you aren't a real man." I knew the words would turn him on, despite his humiliation.  I gave his ass one quick swat through the two diapers, mushing his stinky mess into his rear, before moving onward. "Let's go.  We have to pick you up some new diapers."

"I don't think stores here are gonna sell diapers like these ones." What did I know, though? I felt smaller and smaller as we approached the entrance to the mall, and the fact that Vania wore heels and insisted on holding my hand the entire time... well... it didn't help that sensation. Every step was a wash of sensations; arousal, humiliation, slight panic, more arousal...

"Of course they will.  These pink ones are just medical diapers - I use them at work.  But I have been looking online and there are much more humiliating ones I'll switch you to." Of course, I'd still wear the pink ones at night.  My bedwetting wasn't going away anytime soon.  With one final pull, I tugged Millie through the automatic doors and into the mall.

I think it only made it more humiliating, knowing that she loved me, that she'd have stopped this if I wanted her to, and I didn't. We were here because I let her take me here.  I was in public, with dozens of eyes upon me, in a messy diaper and a sissy dress, holding my sisters hand, because I said it was okay. I was so embarrassed and so so aroused and my head was spinning. I couldn't even look up. "ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod people are staring..."

"Yep, they sure are." I didn't talk to them.  I didn't make eye contact.  But a lot of people were watching us.  I took Millie by the hand and went into one of the stores I was familiar with - the medical supply store.  I had bought four packs of diapers here just a few days ago.  I didn't think I'd be back so soon, but it was the best way to humiliate him.

She picked them up, and she made me hold them. One pack, two packs. The store wasn't that large; they were going to see me, going to smell me. Even through two diapers, my predicament was going to be crystal clear. I was hyperventilating, or starting to, or maybe my face was just about to catch on fire from the blushing. It didn't help that my sister.. mommy... was narrating everything out loud!

"Two packs might not be enough for you, since we started putting you in two at once.  But... well, we can always come back.  Weekly trips to the mall?  I bet you'd like that, right Millie?" I smiled down at him and kissed him on the forehead. "Okay, now where's that checkout counter... gosh you're stinky.  We better get going before someone notices."

"Hello ladies, I can take you right over here." The young man behind the counter stopped when he smelled what he smelled, paused when he saw what he saw, and did his best to be professional, covering his mouth casually with his hand to stifle his cough. "Do either of you have a uh... a rewards card with us?" Oh I was going to DIE.

"I absolutely do!" I pulled out my keys and he scanned my barcode. "You guys have a great shop here.  I'm actually from out of town and most of this stuff you can only get online.  But I'm visiting my brother Millie -- Millie, say hi to the nice man."

Brother. I shrunk down into myself and tried to turn inside out, but I couldn't, and I mumbled something incoherent, which only made Vania slap my ass and prompt me to try again. "H-hello Sir." I curtsied. She'd like that, I knew she would. The man behind the counter had a realization and smiled. "Brother, huh? Well, these are pretty absorbent, good for those accidents.” He emphasized the word with a smirk. Clearly, weirdo fetishists weren't all that uncommon in a medical supply store.

"Thanks, we think it's best." I smiled happily and the man finished ringing me up.  I left him a ten dollar bill as a tip, for his kindnesses, even though you don't really tip cashiers. "Would you like a bag?" the man asked me. "Nope.  Millie can handle it, right hun?" He gave me a quiet, nervous look, and nodded his head.  Perfect.

I couldn't believe that. I couldn't believe that the cashier had teased me! Vania had been making me read erotic stories every night before bed, stuff like this, and that stuff only happened in stories! "Maybe I could get changed now, Mommy?" I whispered once we left the store, mostly because my stomach was grumbling still, threatening to make my situation worse.

"Why?  You have two diapers on, so I'm sure it'll be fine.  Come on, I have one more stop to make." The dress store was really out of my price range, but the stuff there was so damn cute!  I had a coupon online and I had just enough in the budget for one dress for Millie.  Something more public-appropriate.  The sort of thing he would be wearing from now on.

I'd only bought girl clothes online so far in my life, so being in ladies clothing stores was still nerve-wracking for me. Being in one dressed this one, desperate to cum, was only that much worse. "Holy shit look how expensive these things are..." I'd noticed a price tag as we entered, and it caught me by such surprise that I didn't even catch that I swore. She hated it when I swore. "Sorry Mommy.."

"That's okay.  I'll spank you for it when we get home, before I get you changed." The way I said it was so carefree, like it didn't matter one bit.  But he would definitely mind when my hairbrush came down on his messy behind. "There was one online I really liked for you... I think it's over here." And sure enough, just beside the counter was the dress I was looking for.  A pink gingham dress with frills and little flower prints.  It looked like a new-age Victorian mix and was very feminine by design.  He would never fill out the chest, but the skirt only came halfway down the thigh.  Perfect. "Excuse me, Miss?  Could I see that one in Medium?"

I was transfixed. I didn't even notice her talking to the clerk, didn't even hear a darn word; I couldn't take my eyes off that dress as it hung on the wall high above. It was so pretty, everything about it was gorgeous.  It was the kind of dress most girls didn't even deserve to wear; it was too pretty for them, too lovely - they'd never appreciate it. I was in love. With a dress. And, well, with my sister, but we all knew that.

The clerk got the hook and took down the dress off the top wall. "And could we use a changing room?" She looked at the two of us, then at the stack of diapers in Millie's hands.  I shook my head. "Not like that - he doesn't get changed until we get home.  I meant for the dress." "R-right.  Uhh... this way, over here." She unlocked one of the doors and I pushed my brother inside.

I could have passed for a girl. My makeup was on point, my dress was over the top but so pretty, she made me talk like a girl for gosh sake! But we both knew that anytime she said he in public, I got more turned on. Worryingly, my trapped away cock didn't really try to get hard so much as it throbbed in its confinement; like an evolutionary feature. The fact she made it clear I was in diapers, so confidently, so smugly, it only added layer upon layer to how much this worked for me. That I was disgustedly aroused and embarrassed and wanted to run and hide all seemed to be secondary to pleasing my sister. When the door to the changing room closed, I bit my lip. "You're so so so hot, Mommy..."

I grinned at the word "Mommy" and sat him down harshly on the small bench.  His diapers squished and his tummy gurgled and the whole room started to stink.  Ohhhh he was so fucking cute... "Arms up." I stripped the dress off him and left him in nothing but the pair of layered diapers and the pointless training bra.

I looked every bit a boy now; a boy in makeup, a boy in a bra, a boy in diapers, but a boy nonetheless. And the mirrors showed that plain as day. I gripped at my tummy and frowned. "Be good tummy... diapers already full, Mommy's not changing us for a while..." I mumbled to myself, muttered in a girly little voice, really just trying to impress her. I was going to get a rash for sure.

The new dress was not humiliating in the traditional sense.  It wasn't big and fluffy and satin.  It didn't scream "sissy bitch" the way the other one did.  It looked like my brother was wearing girls’ clothes, just because he liked girls’ clothes.  Of course, the dress was still short and any radical movement would show off his diapers.  Perfect. "You look almost like a girl now!" I said, turning Millie toward the mirror. "Maybe next time we'll use less makeup so everyone knows you're not one.  Or, oh!  I know!  We'll use a ton of blush and eyeshadow so you look like a five year old playing dress up!"

"A five year old playing dress up with his Mommy's things, you mean?" This went two ways. For every moment she humiliated me, it was kind for me to flatter her, humiliate myself, encourage her, show her that I was learning. I was turned on, and I longed for her to be as aroused as I was. It was only fair, and she was my sister. I loved the dress, though; I just adored it. It was everything wonderful in the world. "No girl loves being a girl enough to be allowed to wear this dress. This dress is for me..."

"I agree, little princess." I kissed him once, softly on the lips, and ushered him out of the changing room.  He wore the dress out of the store and I got a bag for his pink satin one with all the petticoats.  The little outing was a perfect success.  He had been converted full time to a sissy boy.  There was no masculinity left in him.  But there was one problem: a girl who walked into the mall as we were leaving.  A girl I didn't know, but Milo certainly did.

“Be right back!” Ana climbed up on her feet. “Don’t write anything else - it’s still my turn.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Selphie asked.

“To get changed, so I don’t gotta keep getting up to use the potty.”

Selphie sighed. “Fine, hurry up.”

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[kerry]

On 5/22/2018 at 2:22 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

 Honestly, I'd seen enough guys naked to know that penises really weren't a big deal.  I was a nurse for goodness sake!  That was how I came to find these diapers anyway.

Because hospitals use pink diapers?

On 5/22/2018 at 2:22 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

.he was hard.  And he was shaven.  I had placed him back on the diaper, but I couldn't look away from his member.  Um... I bit the inside of my cheek and went to get the baby powder, dousing it all over his private parts.  Covered in white powder like that, like a real baby, it helped to distract me from his condition.  This was... strange. "Could you like... calm down or something?  This is weird enough as it is."

OMG. strange incestuous vibes here...

On 5/22/2018 at 2:22 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

"Ugh, don't be stupid, alright, I played your dumb game and I was a good sister," I winced, "brother." fuck I was tired. "This isn't like some fetishy sissy story on reddit alright," because a brother should know about such things, right?

Tells us a thing or two about Milo, doesn't it?

On 5/22/2018 at 2:22 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

And then a true but crushing statement: "I hardly even know you anymore..."

Reminds me of something I've been wondering: how long have they been separated? And why?

On 5/22/2018 at 2:22 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

 It's not like some evil omniscient god was controlling our lives!

ahem: Pudding?

PART TWO

On 9/9/2018 at 11:08 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

"And if I win, you'll be a girl for a week." He stared blankly, like I was crazy or something. "You'll give up all your control.  I'll dress you.  I'll give you a girl's name.  And you'll be a complete girl for an entire week.  Deal?" He gave me a nervous look, then with some gesture of reassurance, he put out his hand.  We shook.  Oh, this was going to be fun. "We start at seven tonight.  Get a two-liter of your choice.  Until then, let's eat pizza."

But she wets the bed; why is she stacking the thing against herself?

On 9/9/2018 at 11:08 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

"I don't know, sis, I've been having my doubts. I love you a lot, and it's just..." She looked at me with sparkling eyes. "I'd feel bad if you humiliated yourself over this, you know? I know you're sensitive about it. And if you'd only apologize we could call this off, okay?"

 

He really is a shit. He's going to get what's coming to him...

On 9/9/2018 at 11:08 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

She was super attractive, I got that, I mean we shared the same DNA so that much was obvious.

God he is so conceited!

On 9/9/2018 at 11:08 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

"Girls are warm holes for boys to put their dicks in. You should be thankful. So let's stop pretending here, okay?"

OM fucking G. I know he's supposed to be ridiculous, but... OM fucking G!

On 9/9/2018 at 11:08 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

Mostly I wanted her to stop because I was in pain, and bawling. I also wanted her to stop because if she didn't I was going to cum. And I couldn't comprehend that, couldn't rationalize it. But I was still hard as stone.

Yeah, he secretly likes it!

Part Three

On 9/11/2018 at 12:26 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

I remembered his room earlier, the clothes all over the floor, the closet of dresses and heels... yes, this was certainly his thing.  The diapers, the shitting himself, absolutely not.

Yeah, there was a hint of this earlier. I'm actually surprised she made the bet, knowing he'd be into it if he lost. BTW: I love the tongue-in-cheek tone of this. Between the "god" line and the "fanfic" line and the digging in to every trope in existence, you're clearly having some meta fun.

On 9/11/2018 at 12:26 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

Trained me. Ugh, gross, God. I picked at the bacon unhappily.

I find it interesting that he uses this word. What kind of stories has he been reading on Reddit anyway?

On 9/11/2018 at 12:26 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

take this shit off

Interesting way of saying "change this messy diaper"...

On 9/11/2018 at 12:26 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

being a girl doesn't make you weak.  Being a pants-shitting toddler does."

This.

On 9/11/2018 at 12:26 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

Mommy?" I rubbed my eyes and looked up at my brother.  My brother calling me Mommy.  My smile turned up at the ends and I rolled over on the sofa.  Gosh, my life was so good right now. "Not now little one.  Bedtime." "But you... uh.  Had an accident." I looked at him through blurry eyes and sat up on the sofa.  Sure enough, the spot between my legs was wet, my jeans soaked through... "Don't you try to frame me!" I said aggressively at the boy, still dressed in nothing but two pink diapers.   They looked intact...

Yeah...um...I know this story is supposed to be tropy and all, but this really only happens in the kind of stories that Milo apparently reads... Of course, I don't know why this bugged me: it all is like that. Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Part Four

Incest. Yeah, it appeared to be heading here from the beginning. She's not going to be happy with herself in the morning...

Part five

On 9/15/2018 at 3:39 PM, Sophie ♥ said:

Oh fuck.  Oh fucking fucking fuck.  The sunlight hurt my eyes.  The room smelled like the inside of a newborn's diaper.  My mind was racing with the memories of last night.  Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... I climbed up out of bed and ran straight to the bathroom to throw up.  I'd kissed him!  I... I came, grinding on my brother, in a shit-filled diaper.  And then I rubbed him off with my fucking vibrator.  Oh god... what had I done?  Why... how?  How could I be so stupid?  How could I do something so disgusting?!  I slammed the bathroom door closed and stripped off the wet diaper.  I needed a shower.  I needed to wash away all these awful feelings...

Yeah... Not at all happy.

Part Six

2 hours ago, Sophie ♥ said:

"H-hello Sir." I curtsied. She'd like that, I knew she would. The man behind the counter had a realization and smiled. "Brother, huh? Well, these are pretty absorbent, good for those accidents.” He emphasized the word with a smirk.

Shouldn't the 2nd quote here be in brown?

Good Lord, you guys (and I include Ana and Selphie in that, obviously): This thing is so wonderfully weird. It's as if every trope in the history of ABDL came alive and decided to party together and invited their Mommy to join the fun. Keep up the good work!

[Sophie ♥]

@kerry - fixed the color thing!

ALSO I am glad you're enjoying it! XD It's such a tropey fun-loving silly thing we did.  And Selphie and Ana basically made it all happen.  I'm glad we have such fun friends.

[YourFNF]

I think six was the hottest one yet

[thedman]

This smut should not be allowed on this site. I damn near broke a diaper on account if an involuntary reaction while reading it lmfao

[CDfm]

I think I just used my last like for the day and it couldn’t be for a better story. I can’t imagine how Millie is ably to handle this amount of humiliation. I would die at the thought of doing anything close to this. I am looking forward to reading more though. 

[Sophie ♥]

Chapter Seven: Masochism

I wasn't sure I'd ever moved so quickly, ever with such grace - especially for someone in a dress and a diaper with weight to boot - but I ducked out of view behind a service passage with wide eyes and shallow breath. What the heck was Ellis Angel doing here?! Oh if she saw me like this, if she saw me hanging out with my sister after all the shitty things I'd said... ugh..

My brother shoved his way into a little hall on the right, just before the doors, and pressed himself to the wall faster than I could figure out what this was all about.  Then I saw the girl texting on her phone, hovering by the door like she was waiting for someone.  I grinned. "What's wrong, Millie?  Is that girl your friend?"

"Uh." Okay, how best to phrase this... "Well, you know the douche-biscuit I used to be?" Like, last week. "I was her friend, then. She's queer, but like, self hating queer. She hates other gay people and she's generally awful. But you know, she's a chick who hung out with our group, so..."

"I have absolutely no idea what any of that means..." A lesbian that hates lesbians?  That made absolutely no sense... "Come on, we have to get you to the car before you stink up this whole mall.  Let's go." But my brother stayed in the little alcove.  I sighed. "Millie, do you want me to pull you over my lap right there on that bench and spank you in front of her?"

"I'd rather you go tell her to go away and act like I don't exist, personally." I pouted, glumly. I didn't realize at the time how awful I was with those friends, but seeing things from the outside, well... even being a shitty little sissy princess was streets ahead.

"Well that isn't one of the options, unfortunately.  Either you walk with me out that door or I spank you on that bench.  Your choice, princess." I crossed my arms and looked from my cross-dressing brother to the girl on her phone.  Chances were she wouldn't even look up from her texts.

"Fine. Fiiine. Let's go..." I puffed out my cheeks and tried to look so far down I could see through the floor. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me.  I'm a good person, okay? If there's any God or other divine entities up there, please don't see me. I promise to be a good little sister-fucker, I really do!

"Milo?" Jackpot!  The girl had short blonde hair and only looked up from her phone to check to see if anyone was coming in.  But sure enough, as she did, we were walking out.  She stared, wide-eyed at my brother, looking him up and down.  She was in complete disbelief.  The silence was palpable.  Someone might as well break it, I thought. "Millie, do you know this cute girl?  Why don't you introduce me?"

Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fuck. "Uh..." I tried to make my voice sound like me, but with all the influence, with my sister, with the dress, with the diaper and the fact I smelled awful, it sure was hard. "Uh... um... well, this is uh... this is Ellis. Ellis Angel. And Ellis, uh, this is..." She grinned. "Oh this is your cunt sister who wets the bed, right? Huh. Explains the smell." She looked me up and down. I swallowed.

I blinked.  What?  WHAT?!  I turned to Millie with more than anger in my eyes.  I felt... betrayed.  Sure, I wet the bed.  I wasn't really embarrassed.  But I wasn't anyone's fucking business but my own!  Millie noticed the expression on my face and immediately sank into himself, but it wouldn't help him.  I took him by the ear and pulled him close to me. "You think it's funny to go around sharing people's secrets?  Obviously you still have a lot to learn, little girl." Ellis was wide-eyed as I took him by the ear over to the very bench I threatened him with earlier and pulled him down over my lap.

"No no no! Wait wait WAIT!" My pleas fell on deaf ears, though; she pulled me over her lap, my body trained to respond to her authority, and I waved my arms and tried my best not to cry, especially as she pulled up the skirt of the dress she had me in and showed off the clearly misshapen diaper I was wearing and letting out some of the stench. "Dude, what the fuck. Are you wearing? is that? Did you?" She started to cackle, even before the spanking.  She laughed and pulled out her phone, swiped to her camera, and started filming.

I didn't care about the video.  He could wind up on the school website for all I cared.  I took a hairbrush out of the diaper bag and wound up high above my head before bringing it down hard on the seat of his twice-padded ass.  I wanted it to hurt.  I wanted him to scream and cry!  But I knew I couldn't cause as much pain as I wanted through two diapers.  So I'd have to find another way. "You are a very naughty sissy!  How dare you disrespect me, you filthy little shit!  Speaking of shit..." The second crack of the hairbrush came down lower, into the mushy pile in his diaper.

I cringed at the sound, even more when she hit the mess she'd made me do in my diaper. The tears started after. "I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry!!" Ellis meanwhile had started narrating. "I'm going to call this 'disgusting little shit, shits self, dresses like a pervert, is dating bedwetting sister.” I wanted to be snippy with her, I wanted to tell her that her title made no damn sense, that it didn't even have a good ring to it and she was dumb, but I was too busy sobbing and squirming.

Tears started early.  Perfect.  And it only took ten more spankings before I felt like I'd made my point.  Worse, we had drawn a crowd.  I didn't want to make a scene, and I sure as shit didn't want to get kicked out of the mall.  So I sat him upright on the bench in his messy diapers and stood up in front of him. "Apologize, and you better do it right."

"I'm," I tried to wipe away the tears, "I'm sorry for telling people lies about you, Mommy..." I knew what my sister wanted to hear, and I was already humiliated, already never able to leave my house again, already messed up beyond repair. I might as well get in my sister’s good graces. "Mommy? Are you fucking serious? Oh my fucking god, look at this shit!”

I'd had enough of her.  I didn't care if she humiliated Millie - honestly, he deserved it.  But I wasn't going to listen to her spout every idiotic thought that passed through her head like a spoiled fifteen year old rich girl.  So while she was filming, I plucked the phone out of her hand. "Until you learn to grow up, you're no better than my brother."

"Give that back to me, you cunt!" She swiped for the phone and I giggled through my tears as my sister pulled it up above her head and then shoved the girl.  She tucked Ellis’s phone into her pocket and grabbed me with the other hand. I guessed we were going, with Ellis' phone and all. I felt so sick and grabbed at my stomach. "Why are you letting her do this to you? Be a fucking man, Milo, Jesus fucking Christ!"

I walked out the front door and she chased after me, into the parking lot, grabbing for my pocket and shoving me whenever she got the chance.  But the thing was, Ellis was a pretty small girl.  Like, smaller than Milo.  And I was taller than Milo, too.  So it was pretty easy to ignore Ellis's attempts at aggression, if you could even call it that.  I opened the car door and put the diaper bag inside before confronting the violent brat in the parking lot. "Children don't get phones.  Now leave us alone.  Millie, get in the car."

"I'm not leaving until you give me back my phone!" But Vania wasn’t one to give up without a fight.  If she kept this up, Ellis could call the police.  My sister could get arrested… “Vania, please don't... please give her her phone. You won okay?"*

"What did you call me?" I said to my submissive sissy brother, who immediately went quiet and shy.  He knew better than to call me by my name. "You'll be spanked for that when we get home," I said simply, and Ellis looked up at me in awe.  I got into the driver's seat and started the car, and just before I pulled out of the space Ellis pulled open the back door and climbed in beside Milo.  Interesting.

"Oh my God you fucking reek, what the fuck?!" She started coughing and making a big deal out of it, and I decided to make her suffer. Fuck her. Seriously. "Oh, don't be a baby. Here, I'm going to just..." I shifted my butt along and cuddled right up to her, giggling. Fuck her.

She didn't shut up the whole drive.  Outright insulting my brother.  Insulting me.  Bitching.  Arguing.  Trying to persuade me to give her phone back.  Then trying to persuade me that I was doing this to Milo because I was an awful person.  Then because Milo was awful.  So by the time we arrived back at Milo's apartment, I was well and truly done with her.  I walked my brother up the steps to his place in his new dress with her following behind.  But the second we got inside and she closed the door behind her, I turned on my heel and smacked her sharply across the face. "Shut.  Your.  Fucking.  Mouth."

"You can't fucking hit me! You can't touch me! I'm going to kick your ass!!" Another slap. I couldn't help but snicker and laugh when my sister slapped her. She deserved it!

"If you--" A third slap, on the other cheek, as hard as the other two.  Her cheeks were sore and red - I could tell just by watching the color spread across them.  Or maybe she was blushing?  Hm.  I watched her mouth open to say something else, but after being hit three times, it seemed she learned her lesson. "Every time you speak, I'm going to hit you.  And if you do not speak, we will get along perfectly.  Understand?"

"I..." She nodded and puffed her cheeks out, frowning, but saying nothing else other than that single word. "Wow, I've never seen her so quiet, Mommy..." I looked Ellis right in the eyes when I said that, too, mainly because I wanted to see my sister lick her ass.

Ellis glared at Millie but she didn't say anything in retaliation.  Cool.  So let's set up the rules... "Ellis.  I'm Vania, but you won't call me that.  You won't call me anything.  You won't talk while you are in this house.  You can nod your head and shake your head and that's it.  If you want to leave, the door is right there.  If you want to call the cops because I took your phone, go right ahead.  But you will not disrespect me.  Clear?"

She crossed her arms, and I expected things to end there. I expected her to leave. But she didn't. She didn't nod or shake her head, either, though, and I whined a little bit. “Can I go change now please? I'm going to get such a rash, Mommy." Taunt. Taunt. Come at me, Ellis.

"Millie, be quiet." He pouted and looked at his feet.  Jeeze, when did I get so much power... anyway, back to Ellis. "I'm going to ask you to do three things.  If you do them, you can have your phone back.  If not, you can leave.  Or stand there all day in silence, I don't really care." I turned away from the petite college girl and picked up the diaper bag. "First task - change Millie's diaper."

Her eyes went went and she held her nose, frowned, and didn't make a noise except for shaking her head vigorously. Okay, she was going to leave then, right? She was trying her best to be a pain in the ass, and she was in no way going to change an adult boy out of a shitty diaper.  So she had to leave. Bam. Easy.

I dropped the diaper bag at her feet. "Totally your choice.  Take your time." I took her phone out of my pocket and walked into the other room - into the spare bedroom - to hide it amongst my things.  It only took be a minute, and when I came back, Ellis was still standing there with her arms crossed. "Sit down, Millie.  We're going to watch TV." "But I need to be changed," he muttered. "That's not up to me.  Now sit."

"I smell awful, and I'm going to get a rash and and.." "Mm..." Maybe it was the lack of attention, maybe it was the fact I smelled awful, but Ellis actually was nodding her head. She was going to change me? Ugh, no, no no no. "I don't need to be changed that bad..."

"I said sit," with emphasis on the final word. "Repeating myself twice is beyond my patience for a messy little sissy." Ellis stifled a giggle and my brother sat down beside me on the sofa.  I was getting used to the smell of messy diapers, since he'd been in this one for upwards of three hours.  I turned on the TV and put on a Netflix show I liked.  Time to relax and wait.

"I'll do it." She said it. She said words, and words were going to get her slapped. But I was sitting down now and the show was on and I was getting comfortable. I didn't want Ellis to change me. I didn't even want her to be here. Why was she blushing? Why wasn't she being her usual sassy self?

I sighed and got up from the sofa.  Ellis looked at me with wide eyes, knowing exactly what was coming.  She put her hands up in defense, so I couldn't hit her cheeks.  I grabbed her hair instead and spun her around so she faced the wall.  Holding her in place, I spanked the seat of her ass five times with the palm of my hand.  Her tight leggings did nothing to soften the blows, unlike Millie's diapers.  When she turned back around, holding her bottom, distracted, I hit her one more time across the cheek.

"He just smells bad I wanted to change him..." She mumbled, rubbing her cheek and pouting with a little frown, cheeks red as can be. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want her changing me, but my sister was drunk on power and it was so hot and I was so hard inside in my cage. Well. Drippy. "Please...?" Wow.

She must be stupid or something.  But I wasn't taking pity.  She certainly didn't the entire car trip home.  So I hit her one final time.  Five smacks across the face had softened her rough attitude and I saw tears in her eyes.  I took her chin in my thumb and index finger and pointed her gaze up at me. "You.  Don't.  Speak.  Clear?" This time, rather than indignation, she nodded. "If you want to change Millie, he will cooperate.  Or keep standing here like a pouty child."

She was quiet. Fighting back tears. And then she marched over to me and took me by the hand, picking me up off the sofa with a tug, and dragged me by her grip into the bedroom. I didn't even know what to do about that, but I knew how to shut my damn mouth.

"Out here on the floor, Ellis." She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me nervously.  Nervous.  I had gotten used to that stare from my brother, but now to see it on another girl's face... how exciting. "He's a sissy baby - he doesn't need privacy.  All the stuff you need should be in the diaper bag."

She looked quietly, stunned for a little bit, and then nodded. She shoved me down onto my ass so hard I fell down to the floor and squealed girlishly. Vania had become tender with me, but Ellis was in no way kind. Well, I'd get her back when she took these diapers off me...

I watched.  She lifted the boy's new dress up over his waist and showed off the very thick, very wet, very messy diapers.  With all the experience of a blind eight year old, she untaped the diaper only to find another underneath.  She looked up at me in confusion. "He needs two when we go out," I explained, "so he doesn't leak."

"I don't leak..." I mumbled quietly and Ellis sighed and took a deep breath, untapping the second diaper. And then she started to cough, and gag, and ran for the bathroom with stumbling graceless steps. I felt about two inches tall.

"She's not used to such big babies I'm sure," I said in a very poor attempt to comfort my brother.  He looked up at the ceiling with burning cheeks and I grinned.  This was fun!  A few minutes later, when Ellis came back out into the living room, I was actually invested.  Would she leave now?  Or would she actually go through with this?

"Mm..." She’d thrown up in the bathroom. She'd actually thrown up. She was going to leave, I knew she would. But she didn't. She tied her cardigan around her mouth and nose, knelt down, and started to clean me up. There was no fucking way this was happening! And I had such a rash.

She wasn't gentle.  Every wipe against Millie's ass burned.  I watched with sparkling eyes, enjoying every second.  Finally, when the diaper was balled up and the wipes were packed away inside, Ellis ripped the cardigan off her and turned to my baby girl with all the intent to humiliate him.  For shitting himself?  For being so submissive?  Or because his cock was locked away in a cage?  But with a sideways glance at me, she said nothing.  So maybe she wasn't stupid.

"Um. Uh. Rash cream? Please? Please it hurts, and..." Ellis grabbed my cock in the little cage, held it, and looked inquisitively at my sister - asking for an explanation without any words. I froze in place and looked up at the ceiling with red cheeks.

"Sissy babies don't need their dicks," I said simply, and with a weird flash of realization, she nodded her head and smiled down at my brother.  He was just a baby now.  Even if she couldn't talk, he definitely had lower status. "You can rub some cream into him if you'd like.  It's in the bag.  Make sure to get around his lady parts and deep in his ass." Millie looked up at me with morbid panic.

I shook my head and started to squirm, and to my amazement, Ellis slapped my thigh and then pinched me, shaking a finger at me sternly and without saying a word. Wow. Was she.... “You're turned on by this, aren't you, Ellis?" I expected her to blush. Instead of that, she grabbed my cage and twisted and I screamed.

"Yeah, you deserved that," I said simply to my baby brother and turned the volume up on the television.  I wish I could have acted disinterested after that.  Nonchalant is the perfect attitude for a situation like this!  But I couldn't help looking over to watch the cute tiny woman finger fuck my brother and twist his balls.  It was really a sight.  Finally, when the diaper was freshly - and poorly - taped on Millie, he had resigned into complete subservience.  Somehow, without a word, she had proven to him that she was in charge.  Cute.

I didn't like this. I didn't like that she put her finger up my ass, that she'd tortured my cock, that I'd gotten so fucking turned on by it and dripped all over her hand. I didn't like the way she diapered me, I didn't like anything about Ellis, not even how proud she seemed to be of herself as she tugged me to my feet. She was a bitch! Why was she allowed higher status than me? "Go home now, Ellis..." I mumbled. She shoved me toward the sofa and crossed her arms.

"Good job!  Task one complete." Ellis gave me a harsh look, but it softened quickly and broke out into a slight smile.  She was really proud of what she'd done, wasn't she?  She was like... Mommy's little helper!  Oh, if I said that she'd probably try to fight me again. "So.  You're gay, right?"

She nodded her head once, went to talk, thought better of it, and then raised her hand and made a sideways gesture with it to indicate that there was a catch to go along with her "yes". "She hates gays." I reiterated and Ellis nodded, pointing at me.

"Hm... alright." That was a whole other can of worms that I probably couldn't open.  Gay but hates gays.  So she probably hated herself, too.  Curious.  But ultimately, not my business.  But on the other hand... "Task two." I got up off the sofa and unzipped my pants, showing off the bright pink panties.  Without a thought or hesitation, I lowered my jeans and my panties to my ankles and sat back on the sofa on my bare ass. "Eat me out.  It's a way better use for that mouth of yours."

I don't know why I expected her to hesitate, but she didn't seem to care. Ellis dove right on in like she was at the Chinese buffet down the road. I didn't think I had ever seen someone go down on another person so quickly and with so much fervor. "She's really turned on, Mommy, I bet she likes being told what to do. Or maybe she just has a crush on you. Same, though." I took the remote for the TV and changed the show, like I was disinterested in watching the lesbian act beside me.

...well.  Okay.  She climbed down between my legs and put her tongue to my slit, tracing up my folds, until she sent a shiver down my spine.  Immediately, I was out of breath.  I'd never actually been with a girl - or a boy who knew what the fuck they were doing down there - and this was... well... wow. "Millie - TV.  Off.  Watch Ellis pleasure me.  She's much better than you and you could learn a thing or two." Something to hit his ego.

"Wow ok..." Ellis paused there, only for a moment, only to consider that I'd gone down on my sister. Then she went back to what she was doing. And listening to what I was told to do, I watched. I leaned in close. It smelled like sex, sex like I was used to smelling when I went down there, but Vania was so much wetter than I ever made her.

It was all of two minutes before I was out of breath.  My cheeks were warm and I slipped further down the sofa so she could access my clit with less restriction.  Her tongue flicked over me as two fingers moved deep into my body.  I whimpered and shook.  Fuuuuccckkk... I didn't expect this... I felt my power dripping out of me.  How was I supposed to get it back?  Oh, I had an idea! "Good little lezzy girl... my sweet gay slut..."

That made Ellis squirm, not in anger; no, quite the opposite! She arched her back, leaned in like a cat with milk, and I could hear her moaning at being called that. I didn't get it? She didn't like gay people? So why was she responding positively to that kind of dirty talk? Then I realized I was a college boy in a dress and diaper who had sex with his sister so…

I learned a lot about Ellis Angel in those fifteen minutes.  I was trembling when I pulled the panties back up over my wet cunny, ignoring the notion of pants altogether.  Ellis was still on her hands and knees, between my legs, looking up with bright eyes.  I tried to steady my breathing before talking. "You must be ashamed, huh...?  Making another woman cum like that?  You really are disgusting..." But as I expected, my insults brought Ellis more pleasure than anger.  Millie sat quietly, pouting and feeling inadequate.  Good.  He was inadequate.  "Ready for your third task?"

She nodded fast, up and down with her head, catching her slick lips and chin in the light of the apartment. I pouted. This was dumb. She was dumb. Vania was my sister, she didn't need two toys! "She should go home now,” I grumbled, arms crossed. I didn't like this, I didn't like it one bit!

I ignored Milo. "This will be the hardest one.  Are you ready?" She nodded once more. "I want you to use your words.  I want you to apologize to Millie and me for how you acted today.  If you screw it up, I'm going to smack you.  But if you do it properly, and I believe you, then I'll give you one forbidden kiss on your lips."

Kissing on the lips was something Ellis didn't do. Ever. It was too gay for her. But she cleared her throat, caught her words, and spoke to the both of us. "I'm sorry for being a cunt to you both earlier. I overcompensate for my own self loathing by making other people feel like shit. I do edgy things for attention, I'm a contrarian. I like being hit and hated and ashamed, so I hurt people so they’ll hurt me back. And that's shitty, and I'm sorry. What you two do together is really wrong, but really super fucking hot."

I leaned down and put my lips on hers and played with her hair.  Millie watched with marked frustration and turned away when the kiss ended. "Good girl." I reached down to my jeans - on the floor beside her - and pulled out her phone.  I had never put it in my room to begin with. "I put my number in there.  Feel free to text me."

"You know I will." She muttered, smiling, standing, rubbing my hair, and leaving. I couldn't believe that. I looked at my sister, cheeks puffed out, sighed, and exhaled. "Is every single person in this town a filthy degenerate? I thought it was just us, but I guess the plague of perversity has spread..."

"Oh, you're just jealous." I slid back on the sofa and turned the TV back on. "Ellis is just like you, ya know?  She wants to be humiliated and degraded.  So she holds onto this idea that being a lesbian is wrong or something so when she involves herself in it, she has something to be ashamed of.  But there's no shame in it, just like there's no shame in a boy wearing girls' clothes.  You guys invent your own taboo so you can channel your fetish for humiliation." Millie just stared at me, like I'd said something crazy.  Or crazy smart. "Anyway, I'm glad I can make you guys happy."

"That was kind of deep," Selphie said, reading over the last paragraph. "I thought you just liked smutty stuff."

"Hey!" Ana shouted. "I am a very complex person!"

"So you would be fine if they didn't do messy-diaper face-sitting?" Selphie asked.

"Let's not go that far!" Ana huffed and passed Selphie the notebook.

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[YourFNF]

I lol'ed at  at the last part with the meta commentary. Although that actually is pretty deep.  also hot

 

Also when did Millie start going down on Vania? @Sophie ♥

[Sophie ♥]

34 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

Also when did Millie start going down on Vania? @Sophie ♥

In the break between chapters 5 and 6.  

[YourFNF]

7 hours ago, Sophie ♥ said:

In the break between chapters 5 and 6.  

"He hasn't had the privilege of cumming for days, while I use him to get off every night before bed."

 

Okay I see now

[CDfm]

I am going to have to take up smoking. That still a thing right? You smoke after sex. Gosh that was hot but so naughty I believe I was blushing while reading it. This coming from a Marine who has spent years overseas in some very naughty places. I still don’t have any likes to give and it’s now 3:41AM what time do you get the new days likes? 

[Sophie ♥]

7 hours ago, CDfm said:

I am going to have to take up smoking. That still a thing right? You smoke after sex. Gosh that was hot but so naughty I believe I was blushing while reading it. This coming from a Marine who has spent years overseas in some very naughty places. I still don’t have any likes to give and it’s now 3:41AM what time do you get the new days likes? 

It's a 24 hour timer actually.  So you get them back at the time that you spent them the previous day.  But dont' worry too much about the Likes - thanks for reading!!