forced sissy Lazy Bum (Update 14/10/21)

[Sissy Baby Candi]

This is my first story. I am not a writer, editor, English major, in fact did not go past high school. I passed English with a solid C-, and I am usually high and horny when I work on this lol so I apologize now for any grammatical errors, sentence structures, changing tenses, paragraph breaking, etc...

 

Lazy Bum (Day 0&1)

Day 0
“Give me your phone.” Kim stated holding out her hand.
“What?” I said not understanding why she is asking for my phone right now.
“Give me your phone.” She repeated more sternly.
“Why?” again not sure why she is asking for my phone.
“I am taking it from you. It seems to be a distraction for you in finding a job so I am going to take it from you.”
“What, like you’re grounding me from my phone?”
“If it helps you to think of it in childish terms, then sure, I’m grounding you from your phone.” She said rolling her eyes, “God you’re such a child.”
“No way! That is ridiculous, I’m a grown man, there’s no way I’m being grounded!”

She chuckled at me when I said ‘grown man’ “You were only supposed to be here for a short period of time, like maybe a month. It has been almost 5 now.  And the only thing you seem to use your phone for anyway is to look at porn and jerk off.” I tried to interject but she continued over me, “I see the crusty tissues in the trash when I get home. Not just one either, but several.  I’ve never gone through and counted, because… eww I’m not touching your disgusting mess. So maybe if you didn’t have porn as a distraction, you could find a job and get your own place. Then you can jerk off all over the place whenever you want.”  She held out her hand again, looking straight at me with a stern look in her eyes and said “So, give me your phone.”

“No,” I said.  "This is ridiculous, I’m not giving you my phone just because you told me to.“
I could see her starting to fume, "I am going to make this very simple for you, give me your phone, or get your shit and get out.”

“Fine,” I said. “I went to the back room I had been staying in, and packed up my stuff.  I didn’t have much, when stuck having to couch surf best to have things that can fit in a couple bags.  After ten minutes I had all my things and was heading out the door. She was waiting for me, held out her hand and just said "Key.”  I reached in my pocket and handed her back her spare key, and walked out the door with not even a goodbye from either of us. I was still so pissed, and obviously by the look on her face she was too. I got an Oober, but didn’t know where I was going. This wasn’t a planned out thing, so I just went to a bar to have a drink and figure out my next move. I went through my phone to find a place to crash for the night. I sent out a mass text, to anyone on my phone that was in the area “Hey guys, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Thanks.”

I had a drink as the responses began to come in, like “sorry man,” or “wish I had the room,” and that was from the ones that did respond. Desperate trying to figure out what to do, I sent a Fakebook post to reach anyone that I may know saying, “Hey, I hate to ask, but would anyone have the room to put me up? Or if you know someone that has the room. Even a couch would be great.  Thanks.”

I had another drink and waited for someone to help me out. The responses I was getting back on Fakebook were the same as the texts. It was getting late and no one had come to help me out, so not sure what to do, I decided to find some cheap hotel in the area. I didn’t really have the money for it, but I can put it on my credit card.  Besides it is just for one night, by the morning someone should come through for me. I settled in my room and as soon as I kicked off my shoes and laid on the bed, I went to a couple of my favorite porn sites, and went to my favorites on my accounts.

I had so many things, usually along the lines of degrading things done to women. Things like bukkake, and pov blowjobs while the guy is verbal humiliating her, gangbangs, and things like that.  I would watch bukkake porn and love seeing a woman there covered in cum, while guy after guy releases his load on her, the cum all over her face, on her lips, some seeping in her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her tits. Seeing a girl like that serving all these men, I would sometime imagine that the girl was Kim and I was the last guy that cums on her face. Or videos of guys dominating women while she services him, from his point of view so I can pretend it is me telling her to get on her knees and to crawl over to me, to undo my pants and start sucking my cock. Calling her a slut, a bitch, a cum hungry little whore. Grabbing her pigtails like handlebars and shoving my dick down her throat, while she gags and takes it. I’d love to do that to Kim, holding my cock down her throat as I cum into her stomach. The amount of times I have cum thinking of doing these things to her.  A lot of those tissues she mentioned were from just that. I went through some of these videos on my phone jerking off until I came on my stomach, tired and not really caring I wiped my cum off on the bed sheet and went to sleep.

Day 1
In the morning when I woke up I checked my phone and nothing new, just a couple more responses of “best of luck finding something.” Check out isn’t for another 3 hours, so I went back to my porn sites and jerked off to more of my favorite videos. Just like last night after I came and I wiped it off on the sheets. I tried to figure out what to do after check out, I figure I could walk around until something came up. Before check out I jerked off one more time and wiped it on the sheets again. I took my two bags and checked out. I walked around with my bags for a couple hours, I went to a fast food place to get a late lunch off the dollar menu, and had to decide what to do. I could get another hotel room, but I couldn’t really afford to keep getting a room. I didn’t even have the money for the one last night, but hopefully I’ll have the money by the time my credit card bill comes in. No one seems to be coming to my rescue. Maybe Kim has calmed down and will let me come back. Maybe she’s calm enough and will realize how ridiculous it is for her to try and ground me from my phone. But even if she still wants my phone, that’s a small price to pay for a roof over my head.

I was humiliated knocking on her door, having to crawl back to her, so when I knocked it ended up being barely audible. I took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. After waiting for a minute she answered the door and said “What do you want?”

“Hey Kim, I was wondering if…” I was trying to find the words.
“If… use your big boy words, what are you wondering?”
“Um… if… I mean… you know… with uh yester… I mean… umm…”   The stern look on her face and her mocking tone threw me off and I could only seem to stammer.
“You were wondering if you could come back and stay with me?” she said in an almost icy tone.
Unable to look her in the eyes anymore, I looked down and said “Yes.”
“Are you sorry with how you talked to me?” she asked in a condescending tone.
Still looking down I said, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I am sorry for how I talked to you.”
“Are you going to listen to my rules from now on?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what? Use your words.”
I felt like a little child having to repeat back to her everything, “I am going to listen to your rules from now on.”
“Good! Let’s start by you giving me your phone.” She stated in a more relaxed and friendly tone.  Prepared for that I gave her my phone, and she opened the door more to let me in. As I passed by her she then exclaimed, “Jesus you smell. Where did you stay last night? Did you even shower? You smell like a cheap whore, sweat, and cum.” I turned slightly red at how she stated it. I didn’t even think of taking a shower at the hotel. In the evening I was so exhausted I just jerked off and went to bed, and in the morning I didn’t even think about it I just jerked off a couple times before checkout. Not caring for a response she said, “Why don’t you go take a shower now.”
“Okay,” I said as I was continuing to take my things to the back room.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked going back to her stern voice.
Not sure what I did wrong “I was just taking my things to the back room to get my things settled in.”
“I told you 'now.’ I didn’t say after you settled in to shower, I said now, so now means exactly that.  I don’t want you leaving that nasty stench all over the house. We haven’t really gone over the rules of the house, sense you were only supposed to be here a short time, I never thought I’d have to worry about making them.  But for now you need to know the number 1 rule that applies no matter what. What I say goes. Which means you will listen to me and do what I say when I say. There are other rules, but for now this is the only one you should worry about. Is that understood?”
I was so taken aback by all of this.  I was not expecting her to be like this at all.  I didn’t even know she could be so stern, I was a little intimidated, I nodded.
“I thought you had learned to use your words.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Then why are you still standing here? Set your things down and get your ass in that shower.”

I set my things down and went to the bathroom. While I was undressing I saw the door handle jiggle, then Kim knocked on the door.
Still in my boxers I said “Yes?”
With a little anger in her voice, “Open this door.”
I unlocked the door and opened it, standing there in only my boxers. “I don’t like the idea of you being on the other side of a locked door, so from this point on you are not allowed to lock any doors.”  She pointed at my boxers and exclaimed, “What is that!?” Looking down I noticed she was point to the cum that had stained on my boxers from earlier. Embarrassed by her pointing this out, my face started feeling warm, I could tell I was turning red, I couldn’t think of how to answer this question. “Is that what I think it is?!” I could feel my face blushing, “You can’t even manage to control yourself enough not to soil your clothes.” I wanted to respond, to defend myself, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that will not make me sound like a pervert.  Out of nowhere she asked, “Now, what are the rules so far?”
Still trying to deal with her berating me about my cum stained boxers, “Um…” trying to switch gears in my head as quickly as she did to the rules, “they’re uhh…” finally recalling, “what you say goes, and um… I’m not allowed to lock doors.”
“Very good! Next time without the stammering, you should know them by heart.  And it’s only two right now. Anyway, your clothes are disgusting, put them in here,” as she held out an empty trash bag.   Getting a little more used to this new side of her, I grabbed my clothes off the floor and put them in the trash bag. She looked unsatisfied and then looked at my cum stained boxers.  Realizing what she was asking, I said “I will leave them on outside the door when I get in the shower.”
With a heavy sigh she asked, “Are we already going to have start with the consequences of you breaking rules? I was hoping you could go at least what not even 10 minutes before having to start talking about punishments. I am not going to touch those disgusting things, and I certainly don’t want them touching any part of my home. So off.”

Not even a clue as to what she had in mind with 'consequences’ and 'punishments’. Timidly I took off my boxers and as I stood up revealing my cock, she let out an involuntary chuckle.  I quickly covered up, blushing even more. "I’m a grower not a shower,” I stated without much conviction.

Laughing she says, “I hope so for any of the girls you have been with. Put those things in here,” she said holding out the trash bag. Covering myself with one hand I put my boxers in the trash. “Oh, no need for modesty. I didn’t mean to laugh at you.  That wasn’t nice of me. It’s not your fault you have a tiny little thing.” This humiliation was getting to much, first my cum stained boxers, now the size of my cock, all within a minute of each other, I didn’t know what to do. Her being fully clothed and me covering my dignity with my hands, “I’m sure you are the grower,” chuckling again “now don’t cover up.” I slowly moved my hands away standing completely naked in front of her, she looked down again, “that little thing can’t be what an inch, inch and half at most. You’d have to be quite the grower for any woman to look at you seriously. Anyway, I’m going out for a little bit, shouldn’t be more than two hours.  After you’re finished with your shower you can watch tv while you wait for me to get back. Now get cleaned up and really scrub that disgusting stench off of you.“

She closed the door and I proceeded to shower. I reflected on everything that just happened in the last 10 minutes.  I was expecting her to be a little mad, but I figure it would just be her taking my phone and that would be it. I wasn’t expecting this.  I looked down at my cock, thinking, it’s not that small. I mean it is compared to the guys I see in porn, but they are meant to have massive cocks. I’m sure it’s normal size. I saw that she had already tossed my soaps and shampoos. I used her body wash and shampoo, both of which had a feminine scent. I finished my shower dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to get some clean clothes.  I went to the front room and didn’t see my bags there, so I went to the back room where I stay and didn’t see them there either. I looked around the house trying to find where she left my clothes, checked the wash as to maybe she washed them all. I was going to text her, but remembered she has my phone. So in just a towel I sat on the couch and watched tv. I was bored and wanted to jerk off. I wish I had my phone. There was a Victoria Secret commercial that played and I opened my towel and started stroking my cock. The commercial ended, so I closed my eyes using the memory of my porn. I was getting lost on thinking of the things I’d love to do to Kim, how she would be on her knees while I throat fucked her, her turning around and to stick my dick in her ass as she rides on it. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, when I heard the door being unlocked. In a panic I took my hands off of my throbbing member and covered myself up with a towel hoping my load won’t leak out.

Kim walked in with grocery bags and shopping bags in hand. "Don’t get up.” she said. “I’m just going to put these things away.” She walked out of the room, as I was going to ask her where my clothes were, but she just walked out not even seeming to notice that I was talking to her. This at least gave my erection a little time to calm down, hopefully she won’t notice it. Not long after she came back with one bag in her hand, she had a very serious look on her face, I was too intimidated to even speak.  She walked over to the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned off the tv. She was standing over me, looking down at me, as I was sitting on the couch in only a towel. My erection was quickly going down as she looked so intimidating. I began to stammer out some words to ask about my clothes. But she interrupted me before I could get an intelligible word out. “I’m going to need you to just sit there and listen. I don’t want any interruptions from you. Actually why don’t you just put your thumb in your mouth. As long as your thumb is in your mouth it will remind you to keep quiet. Because you are going to want to interrupt but I don’t want you to until I am done.  After I tell you to take your thumb out of your mouth you will then have a chance to speak. If you understand, put your thumb into your mouth.” Perplexed by all of this, but I dare not argue with her I put my thumb in my mouth. “Good!” she exclaimed as if talking to a child, instead of a man… with his thumb in his mouth. “Now that thumb better stay in your mouth and you better not interrupt me. And I know you will want to interrupt me, but be good and don’t make me punish you.” With a pause she continued, “I’m sure you are wondering where your clothes are. They are not here, you can look all around but you will not find them. They are in my storage unit, you can have them back when you move out of here, but until you are ready to do that, they will stay there so don’t even bother asking for them. And no, you will not be walking around here naked. I don’t want to see that tiny thing between your legs.  You will wear what I tell you to wear from now on, and that attire is not going to include jeans and t shirt, which seems to be the majority of your clothes.” Listening to this with my thumb in mouth, hearing that she is going to dress me now. I probably seemed like a child for anyone that would be looking in from the outside. “So…” she said reaching into the bag and pulling out a rectangle pink package, actually the package was clear, what was inside was pink, I couldn’t make out what it was, she opened the package pulled out a fluffy, pink, crinkling object that had some childish design like unicorns and princesses, and slowly I started realizing that this was a diaper. But not a baby diaper, and not one they sell at the grocery store for old people. But it was a baby diaper made to fit an adult. I let out an involuntary gasp with a tiny squeal, like a startled little girl. “That’s right, you will be wearing diapers. And before you think of interrupting remember your thumb is in your mouth, and I will not tolerate interruptions. You were the one that actually gave me this idea…” She paused waiting for me to recall giving her this idea. I thought back on what I would have said or done to give her an idea like this. I don’t recall once in the time I have known her even using the word diaper or mentioned babies, when she realized I wasn’t recalling she continued, “when you said that me taking your phone was like me grounding you, it made me think of how childish you have been acting. After that I realized you really are nothing more than an overgrown little child that can’t even keep his boxers dry. So I thought you should dress like a child. After I saw your Fakebook post and the responses people left, I had a feeling you would be crawling back here. I knew you wouldn’t come back to me unless you had no other options. So last night I looked online for some a place that sold just plain white diapers for you instead of just adult pullups, when I came across all these adult diapers with baby style print.  I then found that there was a store hidden away in the next town over that sold them. Apparently there are a lot of perverts out there that get off on this kind of thing. I couldn’t believe it, there are so many of these people that are into this stuff that there’s a whole industry that specializes in it. But I guess whatever gets them off. Originally you were just going to be in diapers and maybe a t shirt, but thanks to those perverts there are plenty of clothes for you. It isn’t the largest store but it had so many things. There were so many sections of so many different diapers, clothing, toys, and other paraphernalia. They had this large crib, a changing table, a high chair, even a rocking horse. Apparently you can have it specially delivered to your home. I couldn’t believe that there was enough people into this stuff to create a market for this. The lady that runs the store, Beth, was so helpful too. I told her I was looking to replace all your boxers and clothes with diapers and baby clothes, and she was ecstatic. She thought this was some kind of kinky perverted role play sex thing,” she chuckled at the idea, “as if I would ever let you fuck me with that little thing.” I couldn’t believe she laughed at the idea of us fucking. This was such a blow to my fantasies of her on her knees covered in cum while she begs for me to cum in her mouth. Now it’s being replaced by her laughing at me.

I listened to this confused and a little scared, trying to follow along, at some point in all of this I actually started to suck my thumb I was getting so nervous. Diapers, cribs, what is going on here? People into this stuff? I wanted to stop her talking and leave, but I did that yesterday and look at where I am now.  But she continued on, “I showed her some of your clothes so she could figure out what size you were, she couldn’t believe how bad they smelt, I was so embarrassed I had to apologize for you. She told me not to worry, and said ‘if a little boy can’t take care of his grown up clothes then he shouldn’t have them.’ Which I couldn’t have said better myself. When she saw the cum stains on your boxers, the diapers made perfect sense to her. Because of how small you are they didn’t have boy style clothes that would fit you.  So unfortunately the only clothes that would fit you were in the girls section.” She then pulled out from the shopping bag a white shirt that had a pink pleated skirt attached to it. The shirt had in big pink letters 'LITTLE PRINCESS’. “So here is an adorable little onesie,” she flipped the skirt up showing the snaps at the bottom. “I think it is just precious with the little pink skirt that’s attached to it, and it saying 'Little Princess’ in pink is just darling. I wasn’t originally intending on buying you girl clothes, but now I’m a little happy about it. They did have diapers for boys that fit you, but sense you were going to be a princess Beth thought it would be ideal that your diapers should reflect that, and I couldn’t agree more. I do have more clothes, but don’t worry you’ll see them soon enough.  As for now you will be in a diaper and this onesie. So if you are going to stay here you will be wearing this. Your bathroom privileges will be revoked as well, I’ve gone ahead and locked the bathroom doors, so this diaper will be your potty. Though I have no intention of cleaning up any of your shit. Once a day, during a diaper change I wi allow you to sit on the big guirl potty ans shit before I put a new diaper on. There will be no discussions on this, there will be no leeway, don’t even ask if something can be changed, the answer is 'NO’, I’m not budging on any of these things. You do have the option to leave at any time. You will be in your diaper and dressed in whatever attire I choose. It will take me about an hour to get your clothes from storage, and once you leave you are never to return. So make sure you are certain that you want to leave, once I get back and you take your things you are officially banned from here. I don’t care how much you beg and plead, I don’t care if you are living on the streets cold and hungry.   So be sure your living situation figured out. I’m sure there are going to be times that you will have an outburst and you will insist that you want your old clothes back. But with the two hour round trip it will give you a chance to calm down and decide if you are really ready to leave. If I get back and you change your mind, I will take the clothes back, but you will be punished for wasting two hours of my day. I’m hoping with you not having your phone and having to be dressed in such a childish way and using diapers it will motivate you to find a job so you can move out of here as quickly as possible. Believe it or not this is for your own good, and I am trying to help you, but I also think this is an appropriate punishment for how you have been acting these past several months. So I will let you take your thumb out of your mouth, and you can ask whatever questions you have. So go ahead take your thumb out,” she said coaxing me to do so.

I couldn’t believe everything that she just stated.  That was a lot of information to take in. A lot of odd information.  But I figured the main points, either wear this ridiculous outfit of a pink diaper and onesies skirt or I’m homeless.  Not much of a decision, I’m going to have to do this until I figure out my next move. I removed my thumb and asked, "Will have to wear diapers all the time?”
“That’s right, the only time your diaper comes off is for bathes and diaper changes.”
“Will I ever be allowed to… um… earn bathroom privileges?”
“You mean like potty training?” Her voice perked up at this, and my face turned red, I was going to correct her and say not training, just to use, “I wouldn’t expect something like that in the foreseeable future.   But I’m hoping if you’re dressed like this it will encourage you to find a job. But I guess if you end up here for that long and you are a good little girl… then maybe.”
“Girl?” I blurted out before realizing.
“Well of course, I mean these clothes are from the girl’s section so obviously they are for a girl. So you will be my little girl.”
'Fine, whatever’ I thought to myself, normal had already gone out the window. “What if I get a job interview? I can’t go dressed like a little girl in diapers.”
“That’s the way you should be thinking!” She exclaimed with some pride in her voice. “If you get an interview then obviously you couldn’t go dressed like that and expect to get a job. So if that happens you can go dressed appropriate for the job, which also means no diaper. So your reward for having an interview is you can be without diapers for that time,” she finished as if talking to a child.

That was a relief, at least she hasn’t gone all the way out of reality and expect me to leave here. I couldn’t think of any more questions, except for a lot of what’s and why’s. After a couple seconds of silence she said, “Well sense you have no more questions, put your thumb back in your mouth, lay down there and let’s get this diaper on you.” She pushed my shoulder down on the couch with one hand and holding the diaper in the other, I didn’t realize it at first I was still shocked with the fact that I’m going to be in a diaper soon. I stayed, still in shock allowing her to move my body.  My thumb went back in my mouth, she undid my towel and laughed again, “Hasn’t grown yet I see,” I had no response except to look away. “Aww..” she chuckled, “don’t be bashful.” She raised my legs and I heard the diaper crinkle as she slid it underneath my ass. She pulled out some baby powder from the shopping bag, and sprinkled it all over me. Looking at my pubic hair she said, “Well this is going to have to go away. A baby girl should not have hair there. We’ll take care of it later though.” She began rubbing the powder on me and rubbing my cock. This was not how I ever imagined her touching my cock, I have wanted her to touch my cock for so long, the things I have thought of doing to her. Her on her knees worshiping my cock while I tell her what a little slut she is. Not with me under her control with a soft diaper under my butt and her rubbing powder on it. But even still I was getting excited, I could feel my cock grow. “Someone liking their diaper change she taunted.”  It was already fully hard, if she would give me a handjob then maybe it won’t be the worst. I was so close to cumming before she got home. She laughed at my cock again, “Oh honey, you said you were a grower, and you did grow some, but that’s not enough for a woman. Oh my, have you ever measured it? Maybe I should measure it for you so you know.” I didn’t know how much more I could take of her taunting my cock. I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, “Oh poor baby, don’t cry, its okay. I won’t measure it, I’ll just tape it up in your diaper. And you can go on believing you’re a big man,” she giggled. This was getting to be too much. She lifted my legs again and rubbed the powder on my butt, then she lowered my butt back down and taped up the diaper. “How cute! You look so precious in this!” She rubbed her hand across the front of the diaper, with the diaper crinkling at her hand’s every movement. She squeezed the crotch of it, chuckling as she felt my hard on. She grabbed the onesie and raised my torso up so I was sitting up on the couch, “hands up” she said and I complied.  She pulled the onesie over me and after my arms and head were through it she said “thumb back in your mouth sweetie.” I did as she said. She lifted my butt up and pulled the back of the onesie to the bottom of my diaper and snapped it. “Now stand up.” The skirt hit my bare legs as I stood up and I felt the bulky diaper between my legs. I couldn’t imagine how I looked, wearing a white onesie saying “Little Princess” with a pink pleated skirt which I doubt covered the bulk of the diaper. Pink diapers with little princesses and unicorns on them. And with my thumb in my mouth like a little baby girl. I have never felt so humiliated in my life, a part of me felt like crying. “Well how does it feel? Go ahead and take your thumb out and tell me.”

I took out my thumb and I said the only thing I could really think of almost coming to tears, “I feel like a sissy.”
She burst out laughing, “You certainly look like one.” She continued laughing. I think that’s even better than you being a baby girl.  You are more of a baby sissy. So while you are under my roof you will be my little sissy baby!“ she stated with glee. I just kept quiet.  Well why don’t you go sit over there on the floor, I wouldn’t want a sissy baby to fall off the couch and hurt herself.”

I sat on the floor as instructed, hearing this new crinkle sound as my butt reached the floor, trying to find some way to sit that didn’t expose my diaper until I realized that the skirt was too small for that.  "So let’s go over some new rules. Pay attention" She sat down on a chair looking down at me. “Rule number 3 is diapers are to be worn at all times and you are not allowed to take off your diaper in anyway, and as stated those diapers will be used as their intended purpose. Rule number 4 is you will wear what I tell you to wear, you will not be allowed to change your own clothes or pick out your clothes. Rule 5 you are to address me as Mommy. Rule number 6 you will only be allowed to talk when given permission. Your thumb in your mouth is only to serve as a reminder.  And you look more pathetic with it in your mouth. That is it for the new rules. Now thumb out sissy and tell me all the rules so far.”

I took my thumb out, “Whatever you says goes, I can’t have doors locked, diapers are to be worn at all times, I will wear what you tell me to wear, I will address you as Mommy, and I will only talk when given permission.”
“Good Sissy! Thumb back in.” I did as she said, “Right now I don’t want you walking or standing unless need be, at least for the rest of the day.  And no climbing on the furniture right now unless I give you permission, don’t want you falling off and banging that pretty little head of yours.” She reached in the shopping bag again and pulled out a pink binkie with the word princess on it. The binkie was connected to a pink ribbon with a clip on the end. “You can keep this in your mouth so you don’t have to worry about trying to suck your thumb while you are crawling around. Now come with me.” She stuck it in my mouth, and attached the clip to my onesie. She walked and I crawled behind her staring at her ass as she moved, feeling my cock grow in the diaper. She walked to her little home office area, which had a pc. “When I am at work you are permitted to use the computer to work on your resume and find a job sense you won’t have your phone. You can use the phone on the internet to make and receive calls, but you will have to be at the computer for them. There isn’t a voicemail, so it would be in your best interest to stay in here during the workday in case an employer calls.” She moved the mouse to unlock it from sleep mode, and she pulled up the user Baby, “So, you have your own profile on my computer labeled 'Baby’, which due to your suggestion I will change it to 'Sissy’ so there will be no confusion.  There is no password, because I can’t trust a sissy baby to remember even the simplest of passwords. But I have set it up so all that you can do is use the phone on it, use Office, and search for a job. I have the parental locks on, so don’t even embarrass yourself by trying to look up porn. You are only allowed in here when I am at work. But we’ll discuss that more tomorrow on Sunday. I just wanted to show it to you now so you can see what you will use sense you will not have your phone until you decide to leave, it is in storage with your clothes. Now come along Sissy, let’s go to the kitchen and get you some food.”

Though I wasn’t hungry, I could tell from her level of crazy that saying anything would only bring me pain.  I crawled behind her to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen tile. On the kitchen table there were some more shopping bags, no doubt from the same place she got these diapers. I didn’t want to know what was in them, but I knew I was going to find out soon enough.  She was rifling through the bags until she found what she was looking for and pulled out a large baby bottle with a pink princess on it and she filled it with water. She handed me the bottle and took my pacifier out, and it dropped hanging by the clip. I took it and stuck the nipple in my mouth.  I was relieved to have some water, wasn’t wanting to sucking through a nipple, but I can’t say I am surprised. Somehow in half an hour I went from not even knowing that these things existed to no longer being surprised by what she does next. As soon as the rubber nipple was in my mouth I felt her squeeze my diapered crotch, I jumped a little in surprise. “Relax sissy, I’m just checking your diaper. I know I just put you in this diaper, but I don’t know when you went potty last,” she then squeezed the seat of my diaper, stuck her fingers in my diaper at the crotch feeling around, my cock twitched a little, I don’t think she felt it sense her finger was below it and she didn’t even touch it, “with all of these new and scary things, I want to make sure you just didn’t go.” She squeezed one last time at my crotch and my cock twitched more, and this time I know she felt as she let out a little involuntary giggle. “Now sissy, you know you are supposed to use your diapers for their purposes.  I don’t care how long you want to hold it, but you will not be using the potty. But if you need a diaper change, you can get one in one of two ways. The first is you wait for my diaper checks like this just now, which I will give you, some times more frequent than others. But if it gets too uncomfortable, you can always cry for a diaper change. And I mean I want you to cry, not some little whimper, I want a 'wah-wah’ baby cry. You don’t have to have tears, but you better ham it up. ” I continued sucking on my bottle as she went to the fridge and pulled out a couple little jars of baby food. She set them on the table and again went through the bags until she came across a packet of baby utensils. These were the size for a baby, this was not made for an adult that likes baby things, but for babies. She opened it up and washed one of the spoons. “Okay, time to eat, so let’s see what we have here: chicken itty-bitty noodle diner, apple strawberry banana, and pea carrot spinach. Now come over here and sit on this chair.” I crawled over to the kitchen chair and sat down while she went through the bags and produced a large white bib covered in pink hearts.  She fastened the bib around my neck and said “perfect.” She took the bottle from my hand, and opened the chicken itty-bitty noodle diner. “Here comes the airplane,” she taunted as she flew the ‘plane around’. “Open the hanger.” I opened my mouth as she fed the spoon in. This was so humiliating, her constantly speaking to me in that baby tone, now feeding me this baby food, which tastes like what it says, but a little off. It wasn’t bad, just a little off. Occasionally she would miss my mouth hitting my nose, cheek, or chin on purpose saying “Opsies!” and giggled while she fed me. Some of the food would drip from my face to my bib and she’d say “What a messy eater, good thing for this bib.” She seemed to be enjoying my humiliation too much. Next came the apple strawberry banana, it sounds like it should taste good, but those three flavors just don’t mix that great. It was tolerable, she is still keeping on with the airplane thing. Why can’t she just feed it to me normally, and why can’t this be over with by now? Even better would be for her to knock this shit off and treat me like an adult, but I dare not do anything even slightly wrong. She may seem ok now, but I can tell she is ready to turn into a total bitch at a moment’s notice.   Finally came the pea carrot spinach. She flew the airplane I opened my mouth and as soon as it hit my tongue I cringed in disgust and as I did so the spoon ended up scraping along my cheek. This time it was my fault, “My we have a messy baby,” she laughed. She finished feeding me that disgusting food, I don’t know how I managed to get through it.   “All done!” ‘Thank God’ I thought. She set it down to the side, took the bib and wiped my face, scrubbing a little. She put my pacifier back in my mouth, “That should hold you over until din-din. I know a grown person cannot survive on baby food like this. When I eat my food you will have a portion too. Depending on what it is I will be either feeding it to you after I eat, or it’ll be cut up so you can eat it with your hands. But this,” holding up a jar of baby food, “will be your lunch on the weekends. When I’m at work I will leave you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with the crust cut off.”

Kim led me back to the living room, I slowly crawled behind her. She had me lay on the floor as she turned on the tv. She went to Netflicks Kids and put on some cartoon that was rated TV-Y, “stay here and watch cartoons while I clean up and put things away.fa”  I stared at the tv while she cleaned up in the kitchen. After a couple minutes she came back with my bottle now filled with juice. She set it next to me on the floor and disappeared into the other rooms. At first I let the bottle lay there, but as I was watching this mindless show I would take the bottle and start sucking on it almost absentmindedly. It was either the bottle or a binkie in my mouth.

First wetting
After going through several episodes of this cartoon, laying on the floor I started feeling all that juice I drank starting to work it’s way in my bladder. I ignored it at first, and continued watching this cartoon, but the pressure was getting to be too much. Even though I knew the bathroom was off limits, I really didn’t want to use the diaper. Another half-hour later she comes into the living room, turns off the tv and says, “Time for dinner sissy.  Come to the table.” I moved to my hands and knees, and I winced a little in pain from bladder. She noticed this and asked, “What’s wrong, did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head no and crawled towards the table, she saw how slow I was moving as I was desperately trying to hold my bladder, “Hurry up sissy, you don’t want your dinner to get cold do you?” As I sped up I couldn’t hold it anymore and my bladder released. I froze suddenly shocked and in horror by this. “What’s wrong?” She asked looking at the horror in my face, embarrassed I dropped my head down staring at the floor trying to hide myself in anyway. “Are you wetting your diaper?” She asked with glee in her voice. I could feel tears build in my eyes. I couldn’t even help it, I tried to stifle them back, but I have never experienced anything close to as humiliating as this.  She came over to me and put her hand on my diapered crotch and felt the diaper as it expanded and heated up with my piss. Still frozen on my hands and knees with her hand on my crotch as the diaper is filling she says, “That’s it baby, fill your diaper like a good little sissy baby.” Her saying that was the final thing until I broke and tears started falling down my face. I finally finished pissing in the diaper, and I could feel the warm liquid squishing around inside, the diaper felt heavy as it hung between my legs. My inner thighs were warm from the diaper. With tears streaming down my face, she asked “What’s wrong? Is your wet diaper uncomfortable.” I right now could care less about how the diaper feels, I can’t believe I have been reduced to even wearing a diaper, but to actually use it, and having her witness it and mock me made everything so much worse.  The binkie fell out of my mouth as I was crying. “Well sissy, remember what you have to do for a diaper change.” I couldn’t even think of what she was talking about with everything else. If you want a diaper change I want you to cry like a baby for it.” I don’t know what she’s talking about. I’m already crying, what else could she want. “Right now baby, you’re trying to keep yourself from crying because you think that you are a man, despite all the evidence to the contrary. What man wears a diaper when he doesn’t have to, what man wears girls clothes, and what man uses their diaper.” Crying more, but still trying to fight them back, I wanted to say something and argue, but she seemed to know what they were already. “Right now you’re probably thinking that you didn’t have a choice that I made you. You did have a choice, it was either that or the streets. You might think that is a valid enough excuse to keep your ‘man card’, but what man would have allowed himself to even be put in this situation? A lot of people fall on hard times, but instead of getting off your ass and doing something about it, you’ve just hopped couches until you were left with nowhere else to go.  A real man wouldn’t have let things get to that. Make that a real adult would not have, but that’s why you’re in diapers. Now baby if you want a change, I want to hear you cry like a baby, I want to hear your ‘wah’s’. With all of this, that was not hard to do, and it was exhausting trying to hold back these tears. With tears starting to stream down my face faster I slowly built a wailing “waaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!” And I bawled my eyes out as I was screaming. How could I have let things get to this? “That’s it,” she said and I cried more with embarrassment. She had me lay on my back and grabbed a fresh diaper, some wipes, and powder. “Let’s get you out of this diaper now.” She said as she unsnapped the onesie and lifted it up so that none of the pee from the diaper will get on it. I am on my back crying as she untapes the diaper and pulls it down exposing my dick, I can feel the cool air hit my wet diapered area. I am hiding my face under behind my hands. She lifted my legs up and took the wet diaper and rolled it up. She took out some wipes, and cleaned the entire area. My cock didn’t even care that it was getting attention this was so humiliating. She lifted my legs again and slid a fresh diaper underneath, powdered me and taped the diaper on. She pulled the onesie down and snapped it back.   “Ok, let’s feed you dinner.”

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, tears still streaming down my face. I crawled my way to the kitchen and sat on the chair as I had earlier today. Kim placed the bib on me, with some of the remnants of my lunch still on there.  She grabbed a plate of chicken and broccoli all cut up into small pieces. She proceeded to feed me as she did in the afternoon, fortunately it was messy like the baby food, and she was able to get every bite in my mouth. As humiliating as it was, I was happy to be eating real food, even if it is her feeding it to me. After which she cleaned off my face even though it wasn’t dirty. She put the binkie back in my mouth and told me to go back to the living room. I crawled to the living room, listening to the crinkling of the diaper with every movement. I sat on the floor criss-crossed with my thick puffy diaper between my legs. She walked in the living room carrying a small variety of baby toys. She placed them on the floor in front of me, “play with these for now.” She sat on the couch and picked up a book and started reading.  She was reading something off the bestsellers list, it didn’t look that interesting to me. I didn’t know what to do with the toys in front of me.

I was sitting on the floor “playing” with the toys. Really I was just moving them around, I didn’t know what she was wanting. “Time for bed sweetie.” I looked at the clock and it was only 8 o’clock. Seriously? Who goes to bed at 8? Not like any it matters anymore. Wasn’t like I was actually doing anything entertaining. She walked down the hall to the back where my room was. I followed behind crawling.  When I got in the room, it looked the same as it did yesterday, before all of this, except for the couple bags from that weird store that has all of this adult baby stuff. She pulled the futon down to a bed. “You’re still going to be sleeping in here, and still on the futon. Do you need a change?” She asked as she squeezed the back of my diaper and stuck two of her fingers in, feeling for her answer. “Still dry. So we don’t need to worry about changing you before bed. But we do need to put you in your bedtime clothes.” She went through one of the bags and pulled out this little pink babydoll dress. “You are going to look so cute in this.” She said with a little bit of sincerity mixed in with the mocking tone of her voice.  She unbuttoned the crotch of the onesie and began to lift it up. “Arms up,” she said and I did as such, as she removed the skirt onesie from me. Leaving my arms up she slid the babydoll dress over me. I felt the dress flow down, and even sitting on the floor the dress barely reached the floor. “Stand up sissy,” I did as she asked, and she adjusted a couple things and took a step back to see how I looked. The dress was so short, it came down about half to my diaper, so that most of it was in perfect view. “You look so precious,” she said in admiration, “this outfit really does look…” She paused trying to find the word that would sum up how she saw me. “Appropriate.” She laughed, “this outfit really does look appropriate for you.” I don’t know why she feels the need to embarrass me more than I already am.  Isn’t it enough that I’m wearing diapers, crawling around like a baby, sucking on a binkie, and wearing girly clothes? Does she really need to make it worse with this mockery and how I look appropriate like this. Like this is how I always should have been dressed. Already defeated for the day, I was just going to take it and hope that she cannot tell how much this is bothering me. “Now crawl into bed.” As I did she gave my butt a quick slap. Not a spanking, but how a guy would slap a girls ass. “Just couldn’t resist with that fluffy little butt there.” I shook my head and laid down. She pulled from the bag a stuffed pink giraffe, and handed it to me. Knowing what she wanted I grabbed it and held it in my arms. She pulled out a night light, plugged it in, and turned out the lights. The night light projected stars onto the ceiling and they slowly moved around.  She grabbed a blanket out of the bag as well and came and tucked me in. She set my bottle full of water in the bed next to me. “Now baby, you are going to stay in this bed until I come back in the morning. If you’re thirsty I brought you your baba, and if you need to go potty, well you should know the answer to that. I know it seems early, but this is the normal bedtime for a baby, besides you didn’t get a nap in, and it was quite a lot for you today. Tomorrow though, we will decorate this room a little bit. Nothing crazy, with all of this you should be out of here in month, but some posters and things like that. Something to remind you why you need to find a new place. Now sleep tight. No leaving the bed for any reason, or there will be hell to pay. There are no bars on here like a crib, so I will have to trust you a little, don’t make me regret it. Sleep well.” She got up and as she was closing the door she said “Night sissy.” I heard the click, and it was just me in the room, wearing a diaper, a dress, holding a stuffed giraffe, and sucking on a binkie. I’m sure she is finding all of this amusing. I could hear the tv on in the other room faintly.  I couldn’t make out anything, except it was a comedy from the laugh track. I stared up at the stars as they moved around the ceiling almost hypnotically. My brain was trying to process the last 8 hours, and it wasn’t making sense. My eyes were falling heavy, I was so exhausted from it all, that drifting into sleep seemed to be no problem.

I awoke sometime later needing to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was, there wasn’t a clock in the room.  When I awoke I had completely forgotten the events of earlier. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, when I heard the crinkle and I felt the bulk in between my legs. Immediately my brain snapped awake and the memories of earlier flooded back in. I was standing up in a diaper and pink dress close to the door. Remembering the last thing I was told before going to sleep, I quickly got back in bed and under the covers. The tv was off so she should be in bed, and didn’t hear me moving around. I laid in bed trying to get back to sleep, but my bladder was not allowing it. I knew I was going to have to use my diaper, but I didn’t want to have to wait in a wet diaper until she woke up. I laid in bed trying to keep my mind off of it, but the pressure was already pretty high when I woke up.  I was able to hold it for awhile to, I was trying to take my mind off of it, but it was almost impossible to think of anything else. I’m not sure how much time past, eventually the pain was too much and I decided to just give in and wet myself. I was laying on my back and tried to relax and pee, but the odd thing is, nothing came out. The pressure was still painful, but for some reason I couldn’t get myself to pee. I rolled onto my stomach and tried to let go there, and still couldn’t. I don’t know why, so like before I found myself on my hands and knees and I was able to release. I could hear the stream, if anyone was in the room they’d be able to hear it. It felt so good having that pressure finally be released, I could feel tingling from it. I finally finished and the diaper was soaked. I could feel how much heavier the diaper was as it hung down much lower. At least this time I had some privacy and no one’s hand on the diaper as I was filling it up. I stayed on my hands and knees not sure what to do.   I’m sure if Kim were to walk in she would be delighted at what she would see. Me on my hands and knees in little pink babydoll dress, wearing a pink diaper that is obviously soaked. I wasn’t sure what to do, except wait. Hopefully Kim will be up in an hour or two, and I can get out of this soaked diaper.

[punkboy27]

Great start, I love sissy stories.

If you don't mind a little critique, I think you should split the text into more paragraphs. It wasn't so bad at the beginning, but by the end, the walls of text became kind of hard to read.

I'm not a writer, but as a general rule of thumb, you want every dialogue, inner monologue and actions to start a new line/paragraph.

 For example...

“Still dry. So we don’t need to worry about changing you before bed. But we do need to put you in your bedtime clothes.”

She went through one of the bags and pulled out this little pink babydoll dress.

“You are going to look so cute in this.” she said with a little bit of sincerity mixed in with the mocking tone of her voice.

She unbuttoned the crotch of the onesie and began to lift it up.

“Arms up,” she said and I did as such, as she removed the skirt onesie from me.

Leaving my arms up she slid the babydoll dress over me.

I felt the dress flow down, and even sitting on the floor the dress barely reached the floor.

“Stand up sissy,”

I did as she asked, and she adjusted a couple things and took a step back to see how I looked. The dress was so short, it came down about half to my diaper, so that most of it was in perfect view.

“You look so precious,” she said in admiration, “this outfit really does look…” she paused trying to find the word that would sum up how she saw me. “appropriate.” she laughed, “This outfit really does look appropriate for you.”

I don’t know why she feels the need to embarrass me more than I already am.  Isn’t it enough that I’m wearing diapers, crawling around like a baby, sucking on a binkie, and wearing girly clothes? Does she really need to make it worse with this mockery and how I look appropriate like this. Like this is how I always should have been dressed.

Already defeated for the day, I was just going to take it and hope that she cannot tell how much this is bothering me.

Again, I'm not a writer, so I hope this piece of advice is correct, otherwise someone please correct me, I certainly don't want to give misleading advice.

That said, I can't wait to read more, I love where this is going, thanks for sharing your story with us.

[Eagle0769]

I enjoy sissy stories too. Your story was well written and I'm not a good writer either but some of what punkboy 27

said is good advice.

Has Kim decided she wants a sissy baby girl or is she going to enjoy being a Mommy. She already feed him changed his

diaper. Is she going to bath him let her maternal inside go and nurse him or is she going to treat him as a sissy baby

and use him. Is she going to peg him and invite her girlfriends to do the same?

Will he ever get a job or will he enjoy being her sissy baby girl?

Either way ...waiting for the next chapter.

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Anyone who wants to edit and update my paragraph structure is welcome to. I am not smart enough to recognize when to. As far as where the story goes, I don't know yet. I have an idea now.  My ideas may change based on how the story unfolds, and what my current perversions are lol

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs runon sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolins, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice.

 

 

Day 2 Sunday (Part 1)

 

I must have fallen back asleep, because I was surprised when all of the sudden the lights came on and Kim was saying “Rise and shine sissy!” I was a little disoriented, as my eyes were opening and coming into focus. Before my eyes were fully open  I could feel Kim grab my diaper and squeeze it a little. I could feel the wetness press against my cock as she did this. I felt my dick twitch a little as this was happening. I’m not sure if she noticed, if she did she didn’t act like it. Speaking down to me as if I was a child, “My my, you are soaked. It is a good thing you were wearing a diaper.” She proceeded to squeeze my wet diaper more with a little smile. This diaper was so uncomfortable. I don’t know how long it has been wet, but it feels cold and soggy now. “It should be ok for now. Let’s get you some breakfast and then we will get you all cleaned up.” 

I asked meekly,“Can I get out of this dia...” before I could finish my question I felt a sharp sting on my thigh. She slapped me hard on the thigh with her hand, the area immediately reddened.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak!” 

She picked up the binkie and put it in my mouth.  “You keep that in your mouth and I don’t want to hear a word from you, is that understood.” She was stern in her speaking and I felt so small as she spoke. “Already forgetting the rules after one day.” She sat on the futon grabbed my wrist and pulled me over her lap.  She raised her hand and brought it down with a sharp slap on the back of my thigh. She did this several times switching between thighs. I winced in pain and let out a muffled whimper with each strike. She continued to tell me, “this is for your own good. Hopefully this will be a good reminder to not speak without permission.” Her hand must have been stinging in pain too. She gave my thighs a break and spanked my diapered butt. It didn’t hurt as much. It still stung a little, and I could feel the wet diaper squish with every strike. Small tears formed on the corner of my eye when she finally stopped. I dropped to the floor, my thighs red and stinging. She was rubbing her hand a little from how hard she was spanking me.  Calmly, almost as if it didn’t happen, and ignoring the fact that I was in pain she said, “Let’s go have breakfast sissy.” I got to my hands and knees, the wet diaper hanging heavy between my legs. I crawled out of the room following her to the kitchen table. I could feel the full diaper sway between my legs with every movement.

 

The full diaper made an audible squish sound as I sat at the table.  I winced in pain from my, no doubt, bruised bottom. She handed me a bottle of milk, tied a bib on me, took my binkie out of my mouth, and went on to make breakfast. 

I looked at the bottle, with a resigned sigh I picked it up, put the nippple to my lips and suckled out my milk.  As she was cooking, I was looking around and caught my reflection in the window. I had to double take because I didn’t recognize what I saw at first. When I realized that I was looking at a reflection of myself, I could feel my eyes water from the embarrassment.  Me sitting there in a very obviously soaked pink princess diaper, wearing a pink babydoll dress, a white bib with pink hearts over it, and drinking from a baby bottle. This was the first time I had seen myself like this, and I wanted to cry. I know it isn’t manly to cry, but who could feel manly looking like this? I wanted right then to stop this all, tell her to get my things and get the fuck out of here and leave this behind me as a bad dream. But I remembered the only reason I am here is because it is either this or trying to find room at a shelter.  I sniffed back my tears, looked away from the window, and tried to compose myself. I need to find a job, I need to get the fuck out of here.

 

She came back to the table with breakfast made, and placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. She had eggs over easy, bacon, toast, and coffee.  I was here with eggs and a bottle of milk. I looked around for my utensils, as she smiled and said, “I figure you can eat scrambled eggs with your hands.” She picked up a fork and ate her breakfast. I was hungry, and though I didn’t want to eat with my hands, I knew there was no point in arguing.  She laughed as she looked over at me. I tried to ignore her and finish as fast as I could, which caused me to be a little bit messy. She sat there enjoy her breakfast at her leisure, taking sips of coffee. She looked over at me and said, “Oh baby, you got some egg on your face.” Laughing she took the bib and wiped my face. She finished her breakfast, cleared the plates, and came back with a bowl of what looked like gruel.

“Time for your oatmeal,” she said with a smile.

I cringed at the sight, smell, and the words she said. 

“Don’t give me that look sissy, oatmeal is really good for you.”

She moved her chair closer to mine, as she sat down I was distracted for a moment as her silky thigh lightly brushed on my leg. I felt my cock twitch for just a moment. I was quickly snapped out of it, when I saw a small spoonful of that gruel coming to my face. I parted my lips a little as she said, “open up sissy.” I spit it out as soon as it hit my tongue. It fell down my chin and onto my bib. Disgusting, who eats this stuff?

“Ohhh.. is this stuff yucky little sissy? Good thing you have your bib on,” she said in baby talk pointing at the grey spot on the bib. “Well that’s too bad. We aren’t leaving until this bowl is empty. I can’t imagine this tasting any better cold.” I saw she was feeding me from the baby spoons. She dug out a small bite and I opened my mouth, cringing from the taste I gulped it down. With those small spoonfuls I was going to end up tasting every bit of that gruel, this is going to take awhile. As she was feeding me she said, “I suppose I could have gotten some oatmeal that tastes better, but I don’t want you to enjoy any part of this. My hope is that by now you are motivated to find a job so you can move out, and no longer have to do this.” She laughed, “I mean you really should look at yourself.  A grown ass man sitting in a piss filled diaper, wearing a pretty little pink baby doll, all while being spoon fed.” Laughing again, “well obviously not a man.” The tears of humiliation were resurfacing, I was trying to hold them back, but I could feel some of them fall down my cheek. “I think the last 16 hours have proven that. You are nothing more than a little sissy.” I couldn’t hold them back anymore, and ended up breaking down and crying. I don’t remember the last time I’ve cried, but here I am bawling my eyes out for the second time in 16 hours in front of her. “Ohh, I know you want your diaper changed sweetie.” I didn’t know what she was talking about, I want out of everything. “When I said I wanted a full wah yesterday, I didn’t think I was going to get the real thing. I figured I would just get you making fake baby cries.” She was mocking me over this now. I completely forgot about having to cry like a baby for a diaper change, and she knows it, that bitch. “Let’s finish your oatmeal, then we’ll get you out of that soggy diaper, and have you all nice and cleaned up. How does that sound? There’s only a couple more bites left anyway.  Let’s dry your eyes,” she grabbed a tissue off the table and wiped my eyes, she wasn’t gentle, she was almost scrubbing them off. She put it up to my nose and said, “blow.” It took me a moment to realize what was happening. She was wanting me to blow my nose for her, I don’t remember the last time this was done to me. I took a deep breath through my mouth and blew as much out as I could out my nose. She wiped the rest of my face, put the tissue down, and finished feeding me that gruel.

 

Once the bowl was empty, she wiped my face off with the bib, took it off, and put the binkie in my mouth. She had me follow her to the bathroom. She unlocked the door, and turned on the bath water.  Looking up at her from my hands and knees she said, “Time to get you cleaned up sissy.” She took the clip off the binkie so it would stay in my mouth as she took off the baby doll. I lifted my arms as she pulled it off of me. “First thing we are going to do is get rid of that body hair.” She grabbed some hair removal cream, she left my diaper on as she put the cream on me. “We’ll shave the sensitive areas in the shower.” I turned away from her so she could get the back my legs. “Damn sissy! Your thighs are bruised,” she laughed. I winced in pain as her hands went over the back of my thighs. “I hope it still hurts. Every time you feel that pain I want you to remember why it does. Because you chose to break a rule.” 

I was covered in hair removal cream, she ran her hands under the water, checking the temperature while also cleaning off her hands.  She switched to the shower and adjusted the shower head to light rain. She took my diaper off, and had me sit in the shower. I jumped up as soon as my tender butt touched the porcelain. I did think about why it hurt, because she is a crazy bitch that went mental after I said a few words. I slowly sat back down, biting down on the binkie.  She ran the water over my body, it was a little hot, but it wasn’t too bad. My hair easily came off my body and down the drain as she moved the nozzle around my body. After my hair was down the drain, she switched the water back to the bath and allowed the tub to fill up. She took a wet washcloth, put soap on it and proceeded to give me a sponge bath. Another fantasy ruined by Kim. My fantasy would involve a sexy nurse, giving me a sexy bath, rubbing my body. Instead I am being scrubbed down as if I was exposed to radiation. She didn’t even show mercy when she got to my cock. It felt as if it was being rubbed raw. She took a cup and filled it with the bathwater and rinsed me off with it. She got a razor and shaving cream and shaved the rest of me, until I was baby smooth from the neck down. She drained the tub and dried me off with a towel. I crawled completely naked to the living room with her. My cock shriveled from the cold and the abuse, it didn’t even really swing as I crawled. I’m glad she didn’t make any comments about it again today. My smooth legs felt so soft as they rubbed up against each other. This is the first time they have been smooth since I hit puberty. I never realized how much of a difference hair makes. I didn’t want to admit to myself how nice it felt.

[Eagle0769]

I feel so sorry for this sissy. Usually a guys gets treat like a sissy because he wants to or the girl

is a lesbeon and wants to have sex with their sissy. This story has non of that. I know I could not

take this I would live on the street naked before taking this type of humiliation.

Your writing is very good didn't see to many mistakes.

Keep it up.

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice.

Day 2 Sunday (Part II)

I was laying down naked as she removed a fresh pink princess diaper from the package.  She lifted my legs and slid the diaper underneath me. She powdered my freshly shaved area. I could feel every sprinkle of the powder as it touched my skin. I was shocked by how sensitive my freshly shaved area was. She pulled the diaper up and securely taped me.  “Today I thought you could wear a cute little baby dress.” Baby dress? I could guess by the name what it was. When she pulled it out, even though I had an idea of what it was, I was still taken aback. It was indeed a baby dress. It was pink, the elastic band was so high up, it was mostly dress, and the shoulders puffed out slightly.  I lifted my arms up so she could slide it on. “Good sissy, now stand up. I want to see how this looks on you.” 

I stood up and the dress hung down. The elastic was so high up on the dress, and it flared out from there.  She smoothed it out and took a step back. She smiled gleefully, “Ohh how precious. Your diaper even peaks out from under.  Turn around sissy, let me see you.” Slouching a little out of resignation I turned around. “Stand up straight sissy. You should have good posture.” I straightened myself up. My back was to her, she laughed, “That diaper sticks out a lot more from the back. Not that it really matters. Anyone who saw you like that I doubt would be too shocked to see a diaper underneath.” I finished my turn and was facing her.  “Give me a curtsy sissy.” I stood dumbfounded. I was trying to remember what that was. “Come on sissy, grab your dress by the side, lift it, and give me a little dip.” I grabbed the dress by the side with my whole hand, pulled it almost all the way up as I slid a leg slightly behind me and bowed a little. She cracked up at this. It took her a moment to contain herself, “That had to have been the worst curtsy I have ever seen. Show some modesty. You will have to work on that some other time. I am going to shower and get changed.  While I am doing that, you are going to serve out your punishment for breaking a rule early this morning.” Punishment? I thought. Wasn’t my bruised ass punishment? “And yes, you still haven’t been punished for this morning. That spanking was for making me mad.” We went to the breakfast nook where she placed a pen and notebook on the table. “You are going to write 100 times ‘I will not talk without permission.’ Hopefully after that you will not forget that rule.” She opened the notepad and wrote at the top in elegant handwriting ‘I will not talk without permission.’ 

She grabbed a hard wooden chair for me to sit on. “I want you to sit here and I want you to grip the pen with all your fingers like a baby.” I sat on the hard wooden chair, cringing in pain from the hard surface on my tender ass. She set a bottle of juice on the table “Here’s your baba if you get thirsty, you have a fresh diaper, so you have no reason to get out of that chair until all 100 lines are written.”  She left and I heard the shower go. I gripped the pen like a joystick and started writing ‘1. I will not talk without permission.’ I couldn’t believe how sloppy and big my letters were writing like this. The sentence looked like it was written by a child. When I got to the word ‘permission' I had to go to a new line down. It also took way longer than I would have thought to write one line. This was going to take awhile. ‘2. I will not talk without permission' After a couple sentences I had to shift a little in the chair, it was so uncomfortable and every time I moved my tender ass would be in pain. ‘17. I will not talk without permission.’  She came back into the room dressed casually, “how’s it coming along sissy,” I didn’t even realize she finished the shower. She looked over my shoulder. “17, not that far along. Looks like you’ll be here for some time. Be sure to drink your baba, I don’t want you dehydrated. When I come back in here that had better be mostly empty.” I picked up the bottle and drank from it as I continued writing, ‘18. I wil not talk wihout permission.’ 

At line 36 I had gone through several pages, the bottle was empty, and my bladder was full.  I was holding my bladder for a little bit, but at line 39 I realized that it was pointless. I’m sure as fuck not going to ask her, saying a few words is why my ass and bruised and I’m having to write a hundred lines. And she basically told me before she took her shower that she expects me to use this diaper. I tried to relax and let go, but decades of training not to piss myself doesn’t break in a day. I closed my eyes and imagined I was sitting on a toilet and I was sitting to pee. I felt a little bit of my hot piss escape, and reflexively I quit going. It was shocking to feel it like this.  All the other times I have wet a diaper I was on my hands and knees. I moved around a little in the chair, being cautious of my tender ass. I tried relaxing my muscles again, eventually another squirt came out, a little bit longer of one this time. Then my muscles relaxed and I could feel a steady stream flowing. I finished line 39, and was on line 40. I could feel the diaper expand between my legs as I wrote ‘40. I wll not tak without permson.’ My inner thighs were getting warmer, I could feel the warmth of the pee through the diaper on my legs. The pee was spreading around the diaper, I could feel it drip down my taint and on my ass, every part of my freshly shaved crotch and ass felt like it had piss on it. In the middle of line 41 my bladder was empty and the diaper was full and starting to get cold.  Only a moment ago it was hot and now it is getting cold and clammy. 

At line 51 I noticed my handwriting had decreased significantly, the letters were getting shaky, and the handwriting was looking even more juvenile. I was also getting hungry. Did she even think of how long this was going to take? If she did I doubt she even cared. At line 55 I heard the door close and Kim coming in. When did she leave? How long was she gone for? “Hey sissy, are you finished with your lines yet?” She looked over my shoulder, “Just over halfway. What’s taking you so long?” She came back with a bottle of juice, “Here’s a fresh bottle for you. You keep working on that, and when you’re finished I’ll feed you some lunch.” She left and I heard the television faintly in the other room. I picked up the fresh bottle to drink, and I went back to work on writing these lines. ‘56. I will not talk without permision.’ 

At line 75 the bottle mostly empty, and I could feel the need to pee again. Already in a soggy diaper I didn’t care about trying to hold it in. I tried to just let it go, but like before my body isn’t used to going in a diaper. I had to stop writing and focus on trying to relax and peeing. It went through the same process as before. I had to imagine myself sitting on a toilet, eventually some came out, but as soon as I felt it, instinctively I quit going again. I relaxed again until I felt a steady stream flow out. This time I didn’t have to readjust in the chair. I went back to line 75 as I felt the diaper warm up again. The warmth did feel nice compared to the coldness I have been sitting in. The diaper expanded a little bit more between my legs. Kim walked in for a moment while I was pissing myself,  and she looked at me writing my lines with my head down. I don’t think she realized that I was pissing myself, I’m pretty sure she was checking to see if I was working or not, because she was only there for a couple seconds before she walked out. The diaper was so thick now I could no longer get my knees to squeeze together. Unfortunately the warmth didn’t last and by line 79 the diaper was back to being cold and soggy. 

I was getting to line 84 and my arm and wrist really started cramping up. I had been at this for hours now, and i was so close to being finished. I’m not even sure how long at this point. My arm and wrist is tired, my eyes are sore and my vision is blurring from staring down at this for so long, I’ve been hungry sense line 51 which has only gotten worse, though the pain has subsided some from the spanking my ass still hurt, and in a cold, soggy, and full diaper. I don’t remember the last time I was ever this uncomfortable all at once. She walked in for a moment again when I was at line 88. Down to 12 lines, so close to the finish. I put the bottle down, and without really thinking I put the pacifier back in my mouth. I picked up the pace, rushing my way to the last line. ‘91. I willl not take without permison.’ My handwriting was getting worse, it was legible, but less and less, it was looking more and more like scribbles, but the letters could be made out. ‘95. I wlll notalk without permission.’ I was biting down on the pacifier as I intentently while writing these last lines. Finally, ‘100. I will not talk without permission.’ I sat back in the chair, let out a long exhale, I tried to drop my pen, but my hand cramped from gripping the pen with my whole hand for so long. 

I slowly relaxed and the pen dropped to the table. I cannot believe I wrote ‘I will not talk without permission.’ 100 times. That was torture, but I am done with it. My eyes tired and sore, closed on their own and I think I dozed off for a couple minutes. I quickly opened them as I heard heard Kim speak, “Are you done? Did you write all 100 lines?” I was opening my mouth to say yes almost automatically, but the pacifier in my mouth reminded me not to speak, and I nodded my head instead. I didn’t know if that would have counted as permission, but I wasn’t taking any risks. “Very good. Let’s take a look.” My stomach growled fairly loud as she grabbed the notebook. “I know you must be hungry, it is a little late for lunch, so I’ll get you something small to eat. I don’t want to ruin your dinner. She looked down at the last page of my writing and exclaimed, “What the hell is this?” I looked at her confused and dumbfounded. That was 100 lines of ‘I will not talk without permission.’ written over I don’t know how many pages over the last I don’t know how many hours. She put the notebook back on the table in front of me for me to look at. “I told you to write ‘I will not talk without permission.’ yet the first thing I read is ‘I wlll notalk without permission.’” 

She sounded the words ‘wlll’ and ‘notalk’as they were written. “What’s ‘wlll’ or ‘notalk’? They aren’t words I’m familiar with.  Are those your little baby words?” She cooed at me as she said it. “They may be your words, but they weren’t the words I asked for. You are going to go through this, and for every line that you did incorrectly, you will rewrite it 3 times. So that line 95 I am looking at, you will have to write that line 3 more times, only this time correctly.” Looking at my expression and my demeanor she said, “Don’t pout, I will not accept half-ass work from you. If I tell you to do something I expect it to be done as I told you to do it. Now sit here and go through this. Find all the lines you misspelled while I fix you something to eat.  After you eat you can rewrite the wrong lines.” This is insane!! I have written ‘I will not talk without permission.’ 100 times already. So what if some of them were misspelled, it’s done, all 100. And it wasn’t like I was doing it on purpose, it’s human error. This is ridiculous! I felt like crying again, I was so exhausted, tired, hungry, sitting in a cold and soggy diaper. I wanted food, I wanted sleep, and I wanted out of this diaper. 

Is this how babies are always feeling? No wonder they are always crying. I want to cry right now from all of this, though babies get to sleep, they don’t have to write down how they won’t talk without permission 100 times. At least she was bringing me some food to eat before I have to write again. I went through the 100 lines and marked every line that was misspelled.  Found my first on at line 18, so that’s a total of 6 now including line 95. Next one was at 40, and I sighed and added another 3 in my head. Half way through the list and I’ve misspelled 3, so at this rate I’ll have and extra 18 lines to write. I sighed heavily at the thought of writing another 18 lines. Next line I found was at 56, then line 63, each time adding another 3, now at 15 additional lines. I was getting worried that it was going to be more than 18 lines. I didn’t come across anything misspelled for a while, and was thinking, maybe I’ll only have to write 15 more lines, sucks, but better than 18. Then I got to line 88, and that brought my count to 18. Line 91 was misspelled, and so was 94 and 98.  Another 3 each, so 21, 24, 27. I have to write 27 additional lines!?! Now I really did want to cry! 

Kim walked in with some food and saw my face, “Why so pouty sissy? Did you mess up a lot?” She giggled. She set a small plate of french fries in front of me without any dipping sauce. “Eat some papas, it’ll make you feel better.” I spit out the binkie and it hung down from the clip. I grabbed a handful of fries and stuffed them in my face. I was so hungry and she didn’t have enough to fill me up, be it was enough to bring my discomfort down. I finished the fries in maybe a minute. “You were hungry, that should hold you over until you rewrite those lines.  After you finish you can have dinner. I’ll get you a fresh bottle.” I didn’t even realize the bottle was empty. She cleared the table and came back with another bottle, only filled with water this time. I took the pen back in my hand, gripping with all four fingers and thumb, I wrote ‘18. I will not talk without permission.” I do this 3 more times, carefully making sure I do not misspell a word. This was taking a little bit longer, but not by too much. I misspelled the word ‘will’ again on my second rewrite of line 40. I scratched the whole line out and started the line over underneath. 

I did this again when I misspelled the word ‘permission’ on my first rewrite of line 88. This had already taken at least an hour. My hands, wrists, and arms were so cramped from all of this writing, the letters were now all shaky. On my third time rewriting line 94 I had to pee again, my bladder wasn’t completely full, but I did feel the need to go. So as before I relaxed until I could get a steady flow going.  I continued writing, until I felt some wetness between my thigh and the chair. I wasn’t sure at first what was going on and stopped my flow. I looked down, and noticed a couple little drops of my pee on the chair. Was the diaper leaking? I never thought of these things leaking, but I guess they would only be able to hold so much and this was pretty saturated from before. I still had to go, and was trying to decide what to do. If I continue peeing this will leak out and get everywhere. A smile crept across my face as I thought about this. If I pee and it gets everywhere, that’s not my fault. I want to use the toilet, she’s the one that’s making me do this. This is actually her fault. I relaxed again until the stream continued. I smiled as I felt it leak on the chair, and down my leg, and dripped on the tile floor. If only this ridiculous dress was shorter it would have gotten on that too, that’s a shame. 

I was finishing up on rewriting line 98 when Kim walked in. She saw the little puddle on the floor under me and became infuriated. Pointing at the puddle she yelled “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?” I wanted to smile, but I was too frightened of her at this moment.  I put my head down not wanting to look at her, her eyes were so angry. She yanked me up by the wrists so forcefully I was up on my feet, and she slapped my bare thigh with her hand before my feet touched the ground. The slap hit on my already bruised area, and it stung more from the wetness on the bareskin. I yelped at little from the impact.  She sat down in a different chair took the diaper off of me while I was standing in front of her. It fell heavy on to the tile floor. She put me back over her lap and spanked my already sore and bruised ass. I was being spanked for the second time today. She was yelling at me as she was rapidly spanking my ass, “How could you not tell me you needed a change you little sissy? Do you like being in a pissed soaked diaper?” Each slap stinging more and more on my already tender bottom. The pacifier fell out of my mouth on one of the slaps. It was swinging with each subsequent spank. “When you need a diaper change you are to cry to tell me! Not let it leak on the floor!” It felt like she was hitting harder and harder with each slap. The pain became too much I was screaming from every slap, tears were streaming down my face. I was crying and screaming as she spanked me. This time I was crying from the pain alone. I wasn’t even thinking about how I looked or any of the embarrassment I endured. I was crying from the pain, it hurt soo much. My ass was already bruised and tender before, and it was wet and cold from sitting in a piss soaked diaper for hours. I wanted her to stop. “Crying like that you little sissy!” She exclaimed with a final hard slap. She stood me back up. Wearing only the pink baby dress, my ass was exposed now that I’m not wearing a diaper. The cool air was causing my dick to shrivel and hidden behind the baby dress.. I was in pain and found it difficult to stand. I slowly lowered myself down on the floor keeping my butt off the tile. The pain went down and my tears finally subsided. 

She had me lay on the floor with my head near my piss puddle while she put a fresh diaper on me.  Not on the puddle, but close enough to worry some might get on me. I could smell the piss as she was putting the fresh diaper on me. She said, “You didn’t break any of the rules, so you won’t be punished. That spanking was for making me mad. Don’t do anything to piss me off and you won’t have a bruised bottom.’ When she was done she brought me a paper towel and some cleaning spray. “Clean up your mess and finish writing your lines. Your dinner is ready, come to the dining room when you finish.” I took the paper towel and cleaning spray, on my hands and knees cleaned my piss off the floor and the chair.

[Sweet Baby Katie]

Better than most.  Keep writing.

[Sissy Baby Candi]

@Sweet Baby Katie: in the immortal words of Fredo Corleone, Grazie

[Sarah Penguin]

[TheBabyPants]

Nice story, thanks for sharing

[CDfm]

I am enjoying the story very much. I would like to see him resist a little more. Seems like he gave in pretty easily and quickly. I was happy to give it a like and I am looking forward to reading more. 

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice.

Day 2 Sunday(Part III)

I crawled to the dining room where I saw a place set up for me. I could make out the bottle and the kids plate, but not what was made.  I got on the chair in pain as my ass touched the seat. There I saw some grilled chicken, broccoli, and rice. She pulled a chair next to me and cut the chicken up and fed me bite by bite.  The chicken was bland and a little dry, I had no choice but to take frequent drinks from the baby bottle to help wash it down. Sucking in as much water as I could from the nipple, I was slowly getting better at drinking from a bottle. She fed me another bite, ehh, this can’t be what she ate. “I had to reheat this. Your dinner was ready an hour ago.  If you didn’t halfass in the first place you could have eaten it when it was fresh.” The chicken was finally finished. She cut up the steamed broccoli and fed that to me. The broccoli had already gone cold even after being reheated. The broccoli was just as plain and bad as it could be, she added nothing to the broccoli, no butter or cheese or anything. As with the chicken she fed me bite by bite. Then came the rice, probably the best thing on the plate. She didn’t add anything to it either and it tasted bland, but it was still better than the chicken and broccoli. It was finally finished, it felt good to have food in my stomach, but I wish it would have been a little more palatable. She took a paper towel and rubbed my face so hard she was practically scrubbing it, even though not a bite got on my face.

 

She leads me to my room, which looked the same except on the wall was a large poster board that was colorfully decorated with butterflies, unicorns, and fairies. On it in simple block letters, all caps, and also decorated were: RULES FOR SISSY BABY: 1.WHAT MOMMY SAYS GOES, NO MATTER WHAT. 2. NO LOCKED DOORS. 3. DIAPERS ARE TO BE WORN AT ALL TIMES   4. YOU WILL WEAR WHAT YOU ARE TOLD TO WEAR. 5. YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME AS MOMMY. 6. MUST BE GIVEN PERMISSION TO SPEAK. She gave me a moment to take it all in. “This is what I was working on while you were serving your punishment. I want you to read everything out loud.” Hesitantly I took the pacifier out my mouth and read the rules softly. “A little louder sissy,” she stated. I raised my voice some, but with nervousness in my voice I read “Rules for Sissy Baby.” After I finished Kim said, “Good now I want you to sign it. I crawled to the poster, and she handed me a pink marker. When she saw me grab it between my index and middle finger she quickly corrected me, “No sissy, hold it like you are supposed to.” After having written over a 100 lines, I knew what she meant. I held the marker in a fist and wrote my name as best as I could. My hands and wrist were so sore from all the writing, my hands were shaky as I was writing, it looked like a toddler was learning to write their name.  She looked at my name and said, “I don’t think that name suits you. That name belongs to a boy, look in the mirror, because you certainly are not a boy. I think you need a name that suits you better. Hmm…” She thought for a moment, “how about Candi? I think that would suit you C-A-N-D-I with a little heart over the I. So cross out that name and write your new name Candi. I really like that, that name fits you perfectly.” I put an X through my name and wrote CANDI, I drew a sloppy heart over the ‘I’, as I was doing so she kept repeating that name and variations, “Sissy Candi, Baby Candi, Sissy Baby Candi, Sissy Candi Baby.” She was starting to get a little too excited over this new name. “Wonderful Candi!! Now it is past your bedtime, we need to get you ready for bed.” There wasn’t a clock in this room for me to see the time. I wasn’t particularly sleepy. She went to the closet and pulled out a white onesie with pink hearts all over and the butt ruffled. “Isn’t this onesie adorable?” she asked in a mocking tone.  I just stared at her with a disapproving look on my face. “Oh wipe that look off your face little sissy Candi,” my face blushed as she said that, “let’s get your dress off and into this onesie.” I raised my arms so she could remove the dress and put the onesie on. She snapped the onesie tabs at the crotch, my diaper crinkling as she was working the snaps. When she was done I crawled into bed. “Goodnight sissy Candi,” she said as she turned out the lights and left. Just like last night I could hear her watching TV in the other room. I must have been more sleepy than I thought, because I don’t even remember falling asleep.
 

Day 3 Monday (Part I)

I woke up from the morning light coming in through the windows. I didn’t know what time it was, I could only assume it was maybe 6:30, I wish there was a clock in this room. I went the whole night without having to use my diaper like I did last night, small victories. I did have to go, but it wasn’t an emergency, I could hold it. I stared up at the ceiling waiting for Kim to come in so I can leave this futon. The room was slowly getting brighter as the sun rose more. Kim eventually came in wearing a cute sleep shirt and some pink pj pants, “Rise and shine sissy!” She immediately came over to me and put her hand on my diaper, with a puzzled look on her face she stuck two fingers in my diaper. “Hmm I would have thought these would have been wet.” If I were you sissy I would make sure you have those wet before I leave for work, because you won’t get another diaper change until I get home.” She picked up the pacifier off the futon and put it in my mouth, “let’s get you some breakfast.” I rolled off the futon onto the floor and crawled behind her, watching her ass as she walked in her pjs. One plus to all of this is the view. I could feel my cock stiffen a little bit. I’d love to slide my cock between those ass cheeks of hers. I made it to the kitchen table and sat on the chair. She brought over a plate of dry Cheery-Os, not a bowl, but a plate with them scattered about. No milk on them and no utensils to eat with. She also gave me a bottle of milk. “Eat your breakfast while I take a shower.” She left and I stared down at the plate. I was hungry so I ate the entire plate full with my hands. I tried to eat them like nuts so it wouldn’t feel so babyish, really bland nuts.  I finished the Cherry-Os and was drinking the milk from the bottle. I was thinking about what Kim said when she checked the diaper, I better wet my diaper before she goes to work or I will be in that diaper until she gets home. I was drinking from the bottle trying to wet the diaper. I moved around to position myself a little differently and tried to relax. I imagined that I was sitting on a toilet instead of a chair, slowly I could feel the diaper warm and expand. The bottle was empty and so was my bladder. I could still hear Kim in the shower. I couldn’t help but picture her in the shower, soaping up those beautiful breasts, rubbing her hands on them, cleaning them, the water trickling down off her hair and over that beautiful ass of hers. My cock was getting hard in the diaper as I was thinking about it, I so wished I could jerk off right now. I haven’t jerked off in what seems so long now. I thought of reaching my hands down there to jerk myself off real quick, but the idea of my hands going in a used diaper deterred me. What seemed like hours sitting in that same spot, she finally came back dressed for work. She came in, popped the pacifier back in my mouth, and checked my diaper, “Good you wet your diaper. Let’s get you changed into a fresh one. She grabbed the changing supplies, and had me lay on the cold floor. She undid the onesie snaps and removed my diaper. The wipes felt cold as she cleaned me up. She placed a new diaper on me. After that was taped up, she opened up another diaper. I looked at her inquisitively, she ignored me and raised my legs and put the second diaper on me. She had a little bit of a hard time snapping the snaps with the additional thickness of the second diaper.  She threw away the dirty diaper and put the supplies away. I was finally able to leave the area. I crawled off the cold floor and to the carpeted living room, the additional diaper was noticeable as I crawled. My legs were spread further out, I could feel it pressed on my thighs, and the onesie pressed the diaper more into me making it even thicker. She brought me a bottle that had tape wrapped around the bottle sealing it shut so I can’t open it without her noticing,“Ok Sissy Candi. I’m off to work. I have you double diapered which will hopefully prevent you from leaking out of your diapers. You have some fresh bottles in the fridge as well as your lunch. You had better be good, unless you want to face the consequences.” My attention went immediately to my butt and wrist which were still sore from all those spankings and writing yesterday. The front door closed leaving me sitting on the floor sucking on a pacifier, bottle in hand, wearing two diapers under a girly onesie.

[Sarah Penguin]

[diaprbayb]

[Mugi]

This story is interesting! hope to see more

 

[dlgore]

Can’t wait for more.   I’ve always fantasized about something like this.   Hope you continue 

[D503]

Great story

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice.

 

Day 3 Monday (Part II)

I went to the office, determined to find a job, I sat at the computer, and pulled up the profile “Sissy.” I shuddered a little in humiliation clicking on it. I pulled up my resume reading it over I began to realize that maybe my qualifications were not that great.  Some college, only one job that lasted longer than a year, and that was the one I got fired from several months ago. I stared at it for about half an hour trying to come up with ways to pad it, and make it look more impressive. Bored and getting nowhere, I started to surf the web. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to access porn, but I tried to find maybe some lesbians making out on Utube, but that site was blocked. I tried a couple other sites hoping to find something that I could jerk off to. She was not kidding about the locks, she has it to where I can only go on approved websites, which are job boards, job search, job hunting tips. Seeing as I wasn’t going to find anything on the computer I was going to use my imagination. I closed my eyes and started picturing Kim, she was in a pink teddy, with garter belts, and stockings. On her hands and knees looking delicate. I felt my cock began to stir, feeling the restriction of the diaper. I reached the snaps of the onesie and unsnapped the crotch.  I pulled the onesie up so my chest and my stomach was exposed. I reached down the two diapers and grabbed my cock. The diapers still mostly on, but my cock at least out of it. I was not going to jerk off in a diaper, that much I knew. With my eyes closed and jerking my cock, I pictured Kim crawling up to me, me wearing pants and a shirt. Something manly, something that shows power, something opposite of what I am currently wearing. I pictured her with these innocent eyes looking up at me as she asks to pleasure my cock. She undoes my pants, and pulls my boxers down to reveal my erect cock, she licks her lips moistening those soft full lips before she places them on my throbbing member. While she is sucking my cock, I grab her by her pigtails and fuck her mouth, this whole thing took maybe two minutes before I was edging. I thought of her on her knees mouth open waiting to be showered with my cum. As I cum I picture it spraying all on her face, with some getting in her mouth, but mostly her face is covered in my cum. It had been so long since I had cum, I was in ecstasy for a brief moment. Laying back in the chair feeling the post orgasm glow, my cum pooling on my belly, some sliding into my belly button.  My cum started to slide down my stomach to the chair, when I caught it with my hand. Looking around for a tissue or something to clean this up, I couldn’t find anything except printer paper. I grabbed a sheet and wiped up my cum, crumpled the paper and threw it in the waste bin. I pulled the diaper back over my now flaccid cock and pulled down the onesie. Getting the snaps on was tricky, getting them on straight was even trickier, but after about 10 minutes of fumbling with it, I finally got it back on and I looked just as I did before. I went back to my resume, and stared for another 10 minutes. Feeling I wasn’t getting anywhere I got up and went to the living room couch. I laid on the couch and turned on the TV. She didn’t have cable or anything like that, she just had Netflicks and Wholu. I went to Netflicks, and found it was blocked from the regular one and I could only access Kids. Knowing it was probably the same I went to Wholu hoping it would be different, but it was not. Bored with nothing else to do I put on Netflicks Kids, a little surprised on what was on there, I watched some old Diz-knee movies I remembered as a kid. 

 

At around 11 I was getting hungry, and went to the kitchen and opened the fridge.  One thing I sadly had to admit is how much I like being able to walk around. The last two days of only crawling around like a baby was starting to get to me, and my knees were getting sore from constantly being on them. But with Kim at work I was free to move around.  I was still not used to the padding between my legs or the crinkle in every step. Walking around with two diapers firmly taped to me, it was hard to ignore the bulge pressing my legs apart. I opened the fridge and saw two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crust cut off like she said.  Also in the fridge were several adult princess baby bottles. I grabbed one realizing I hadn’t had anything to drink. Considering where it all ends up, I can’t say I really want to be overly hydrated. I took the sandwich and bottle back to the living room. I ate, and afterwards there were a couple of crumbs on the onesie.  I brushed them off on the couch and looked at the bottle. Kim put tape around it to act as a seal. If I unscrewed the bottle to drink out of it like a cup, the seal would break and she would know. I put the nipple to my mouth and sucked some juice out. I only drank a little as I didn’t want to have to fill my diaper any sooner than I had to. I went back to the computer to work on my resume.  Staring at it again, I ended up doing the same thing I did earlier. I undid the onesie, pulled my dick out, jerked it while thinking of degrading Kim, came on my belly, wiped it up with some printer paper, and threw it away. The only thing different from this morning was it was in the afternoon. After getting the onesie snapped back on, I looked at my resume, and decided to at least post it to job sites. I can fix it later. I went back in the living room and watched Netflicks Kids some more.  I drank a little bit more out of the bottle, went through about a quarter of it, until I dozed off. I awoke when I heard the door close when Kim came home from work. She walks to the couch and sees me lying there on the couch, in my onesie, with the thick diaper bulging out, the bottle right next to me, and a kids show on. She smiled as she said “I never could have imagined I’d ever come home to seeing something like this. I can’t say I am displeased at the sight of it,” she giggled, “but I would have thought you would have more motivation and be awake doing something to get out of this predicament.” I was still a little dazed from waking up from a nap as she reached her hand down and squeezed my diaper, and placing her fingers inside. “Still dry. Are you getting enough fluids?”  She picked up the bottle and saw there were three quarters left, and handed it to me, “Here, drink your baba.” I grabbed it still focusing in on everything. This was only my third day in diapers and I am not used to her grabbing at it and sticking her fingers inside to check it. I stuck the nipple in my mouth and sucked, while she continued. “I hope this is not the only bottle you’ve had today. I don’t want you dehydrating yourself and getting sick, you should have at least two bottles while I am at work.” She said this and there seemed to be a genuine tone of concern in her voice, even through the mocking condescending way she was saying it. I sat up, and as I did so, she saw the crumbs from my PB&J sandwich on the couch. “What is this?” She said with her tone shifting now to annoyed.  With the nipple in my mouth I didn’t answer. “Were you eating on the couch?” She looked at me with a serious look in her eyes, meekly I nodded. “Then you had better grab that vacuum and clean this mess. There is no eating on the couch. For you, you are only allowed to eat in your designated eating spots. Which right now when I’m at work is on the kitchen floor.” I layed there looking at her, “Now sissy! Get the vacuum now and clean up your mess.” I stood up to get the vacuum, and as soon as I did, she slapped me hard on the thigh, I felt the sharp sting resonate, and my eye watered just a little. “What do you think you are doing? You aren’t allowed to walk.” I went down to my hands and knees and began to crawl, until I realized that I had no idea where she keeps the vacuum. “What’s wrong Sissy?” I stayed there frozen, “are you wetting your diaper?” I quickly shook my head back and forth assuring her that I was not.  “Then what is it? Do you not know where the vacuum is?” I shook my head again. “I can’t believe it, you have been here for how long and never even thought of helping out with the house. I can’t believe I put up with you for so long.” She walked in front of me to the closet that holds the vacuum, “come along Sissy, I’m not bringing it to you.” At this I followed behind crawling. I grabbed the duster part of the vacuum and crawled back to the couch and cleaned up the crumbs. As I was cleaning she went to another room. A minute later I heard her scream “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?” She came out of the office throwing two crumpled pieces of paper at me, each one hitting me on the face. “I looked in my office and I see crumpled up pieces of paper in the waste bin, thinking these were drafts of your resume, I picked them up. Not only were the pages blank, but there was something keeping it stuck together. Did you seriously jerk off dressed the way you are?” I didn’t want to think of it that way, and wanted to tell her not exactly, but could tell it was best not to try. All I could do was look down in shame. “That is not an answer Sissy! Did you jerk off dressed the way you are, like some pathetic pervert?” Still looking down I nodded. “This is my first day to leave you on your own. I was hoping to come home from work, change clothes, change your diaper, feed you, and just relax, but instead I have to deal with this.”  She sat on a chair and said “get over here.” Already scared of her I crawled my way to her. She patted her lap, “now get yourself up here, I want that butt in the air. I complied, and with me over her lap, she undid the snaps of my onesie, and pulled my diaper down. I knew what was going to happen next. I braced myself, waiting for that smack, the anticipation was making it worse. Just when I thought maybe she was going to do something else, I felt a sharp stinging pain on my ass, as I heard the slap echo in the room, I let out a little wail. She continued to smack my ass, calling me a disgusting pervert, my ass getting redder, and starting to turn purple. Her hand had to sting too. By the end of it, tears were streaming down my face, and all I could do was cry “I’m sorry!! I won’t do it again!! I’m sorry!! Please stop, I’ll be good!” My cries fell on deaf ears as she continued to spank me.

Eventually she stopped and pulled my diaper back up and let me slink down to the floor crying. “Well Sissy, I think it is time for you to get to bed.” It was only 6, but I pulled myself to a crawl and went to bed. She came in with two bottles, I was laying on my futon curled up in a little ball with tears on my face. “I want those bottles empty by morning.” She said as she left. I heard the garage door open and close. I assumed she went out, but would not dare to go out and confirm, besides, who knows when she will be back.  I ended up drifting off to sleep fairly quickly despite just having a nap. All the crying wore me out.

[Pierry Louys]

Good chapter ! Really missed this story !!

[D503]

Ruh Roh! Chastity perhaps?

[ELLIE52]

Some good laughs in here.  LOL

Kim's going to have to be creative.

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming.

 

 

Day 3 Monday (Part III)

I woke up at some time during the night in pain when I rolled over on my back. My bottom hurt so much from last night’s spanking, even through the thick padding of the two diapers. I quickly rolled back over onto my belly.  I had no idea how long I slept or the time, it could be 4am or it could be 11pm. Seeing the full bottles next to me, I quickly sucked them down. As quickly as I could anyway, I still hadn’t gotten the hang out drinking from a baby bottle, and laying on my belly made it tougher for some reason. I just remembered her final words of the evening, and I was not about to upset her, my bottom couldn’t take another spanking right now. I finished the bottles and tried to drift off to sleep.  I had slept so much I was having trouble falling back asleep.  I stayed on my stomach, anytime I attempted to roll even to my side I could feel the sharp pain on my thighs and butt. The room was dark except for the small amount of moonlight coming in from the windows. She was so mad that she forgot to turn on the nightlight. I could only see shadows in the room. The only thing I could make out was the Rules for Sissy Baby poster with all the rules spelled out. 

 

I felt the need to go, and instead of holding out like I had before, I just tried to go. I still couldn’t go laying down, I tried a couple different positions being cautious not to put any pressure on my overly sore bottom. Eventually I settled on being on my hands and knees. This is the only way I can wet myself right now.  The onesie hanging down my diaper fully exposed because she didn’t even bother resnapping my onesie before bed.  I felt the warmth on my skin as my diaper was expanding. I didn’t realize how much I had to go, the second diaper was being filled and I could feel the diapers expand. The weight of it was causing the diapers to sag down. When I eventually finished I laid back down on my stomach. The additional bulge in my crotch from all that pee was very noticeable. I laid in bed for maybe another hour in my wet soggy diaper, trying to get used to the feeling, I drifted off to sleep. 

 

Day 4 Tuesday (Part I) 

I awoke to her turning on the light.  She saw the empty bottles, and the obviously full diaper.  She checked it anyway, to humiliate me I’m sure. “Good Sissy, you drank your babas and your diaper is soaked.  Let's get you changed.”  She undid my diaper, rolled it up, wiped my area with a couple wipes and set the diaper to the side. As usual my cock twitched and grew a little when she touched it. She still hadn’t said a word to me since last night. She put two fresh diapers under me and instead of grabbing powder she grabbed this pink plastic thing. I had never seen anything like it before and I was trying to make out what it was.  She explained, “So after I sent you to bed last night, I went back to the store.  The lady at the store was surprised to see me so soon. ‘No way you could have gone through all those diapers in two days.’ We had a good laugh. I told her about how I don’t like it when you jerk off, and if there was something I could do about it. So she presented me with this,” she held it up closer to me, I could see it was in the shape of a small penis. “This is a cage for that little thing.” 

“A what?!?” I exclaimed.

“Excuse me?” She looked at me very cross and slapped me hard on the thigh. I looked at her shocked and confused as I have no idea why she just slapped me. She pointed to the poster board titled RULES FOR SISSY BABY. “You just broke rules 5 and 6. You did not address me as Mommy, and you certainly did not have permission to speak.  Where is your binkie?” The binkie was still clipped to the onesie I was wearing, she popped it in my mouth.  “Now let me finish Sissy.” I was still giving her a confused look, with the binkie in my mouth as she continued. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted was, this is a cage for that little thing. It is called a chastity device, and this will keep you from being able to get a little stiffy, and thus the need to jerk off.  The lady was telling me this is a common tool to use on sissies, as sissies have no self control and will constantly jerk off if not controlled.” She laughed a little as she said this.  I did not like how she was insinuating that I am a sissy because I like to jerk off. A couple times a day isn’t excessive, I’d call it having a good sex drive. She continued, “Sense you cannot seem to control yourself, from this point on I will keep you locked up. Now you can’t sneak to jerk off, and I won’t ever be surprised again by finding your little mess.” She took my binkie and gently removed it from my mouth, “is there anything you want to say sissy?”

“No fucking way am I wearing that!” She slapped me hard across the face. I was stunned, my eyes watered a little and I could feel the burning sensation from where her hand made contact. “You will not speak disrespectfully to me like that sissy! You will address me as Mommy and you will speak with civility and not with such crude disrespectful language.”  I didn’t know what to do, I felt helpless for a moment laying there mostly naked with two diapers under me waiting to be pulled up, my cock exposed, and a onesie covering my torso.  I composed myself and started again, “Mommy,” she smiled and nodded with approval, “I’m not going to wear that.”

“Why is that sissy?” She said almost cooing.

“Because,” it took me a couple seconds to think of an answer, I didn’t think I would have to give a reason, the only answer I had was, “because I don’t want to.”

“What does Rule 4 say sissy.” I looked over and read YOU WILL WEAR WHAT YOU ARE TOLD TO WEAR. “But still,” I said “I’m not going to wear that.”

“I understand you may not want to wear it, just as I assume you don’t want to wear diapers,” she rustled the diapers making them crinkle, “or wear little onesies,” she pulled on the onesie, “or any of the other things you are wearing. Now I can’t make you wear this, just like I didn’t make you wear diapers, but the alternative is that you can leave and figure out where to go from there. I will give you a couple options, you of course have to option to leave as you always do, you be a good little sissy baby and let me put this little pink chastity on you, or you can refuse and argue with me some more, in which case you will have to be punished for breaking rule number 1 and 4.” I looked over at the poster rule 1 at the top reading WHAT MOMMY SAYS GOES, NO MATTER WHAT. Not sure how I can forget that one.  “Now you have already broken rule 6 once and rule 5 twice. do you really want to add to your punishment?” I shook my head no.  “Ok sissy, which option do you want to choose? Leave and never come back, be a good sissy baby, or refuse and argue some more?” 

I thought about leaving, I really wish I could, if that was really an option I would have been gone by now. And I don't want to endure anymore of her punishments, I’m still in pain from the previous ones.. I have never felt so trapped before. I responded to her, “ Mommy, I’ll be good.” 

“You’ll be a good what?” she asked. 

Was that not a sufficient answer? I told her I would be good, what more does she want? Realizing what she wanted I said, “Mommy, I’ll be a good sissy,” I said the last part softly and mumbled over it.

Displeased she said, “I want you to tell me you will be a good sissy baby for me. I want you to use those words and I want to be able to hear and understand it. I don’t have time for your games.”

Did she say I was playing games? She’s the one that coming in here with rules and making me wear medievil torture devices. Reluctantly I said clearly and loud enough for her to hear, “Mommy, I will be a good sissy baby,” wanting to cry a little by having call myself a sissy baby.

“Good sissy,” she said with a smile.

 

She undid the pieces of it and put it on me, first by squeezing my balls to go in the ring, I winced from pain when she did this. Any thought of excitement of her touching my cock and balls went with her squeezing of them. She slid my flacid penis into the plastic cage, she slid a rivet to the side, locking it in and removed the key. She adjusted the cage making sure it was on properly.  I could feel my cock moving a little as she adjusted the cage, but I could not feel her touch at all. Inspecting it she said, “Hmmm…” followed with a chuckle, “your little thingy has a little bit of room in there.” I don’t know why she feels it necessary to make fun of my cock. She grabbed the powder and continued to diaper me. She pulled the first diaper over me, making sure it was tight and snug around me before taping the sides. I felt the diaper press against the cage, but I could not feel the diaper on my cock. It was such a bizarre feeling. She taped the diaper up, and pulled the second over me, doing the same thing as she did with the first one. After both diapers were securely on, she checked her work by squeezing by butt and crotch. I started to feel discomfort in my cock from the chastity. My cock was trying to get hard, but was meeting resistance. My eyes winced a little, and I don’t think she understood.  “What’s wrong?” I said nothing and just closed my eyes hoping this will all just go away.

[Sarah Penguin]

[D503]

Nice!