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

[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 4 Tuesday (Part II)

I was sitting at the table drinking milk from a bottle and shoving dry Cheery-Os in my mouth while Kim was showering. I was starving because she sent me to bed last night without dinner. The two bulky diapers under me were acting as a seat cushion. I wince in pain everytime I sit down because my butt is in such pain. With as sore as my butt was from all the relentless spankings, I was actually happy to have diapers on giving my butt some relief. She changed me out of the onesie I slept in, and put me into a tiny baby doll dress. It was white with little pink and red hearts covering it, the sleeves were puffy and only covered my shoulder. The elastic band of the dress only went to my chest and flourished out from there. The hem of the dress went down just past my hips, doing nothing to cover the two pink diapers I was wearing. There was white lace trimming on the sleeves, collar, and hems. The only noise in the house was of the water running for Kim’s shower, I thought of her soapy naked body for a moment and regretted it immediately.  I winced in pain as my cock swelled up in the chastity device and I felt pain on my cock and balls as it tried to get hard. I quickly tried to get it out of my mind and only focus on drinking my milk. My hand was still a bit cramped from writing 100 plus words two days ago, I was having to use my other hand to support the bottle as I drank from it. With the teet in my mouth, I was noticing how my mouth and tongue moved in order to get the milk, my mouth and tongue were almost massaging the nipple of the bottle as I sucked in the milk. I was starting to build a rhythm and the milk was flowing out faster and smoother. I think I was starting to get the hang of drinking from a bottle. The cramping in my hand caused the bottle to slip out of my hand. It fell on the table and a couple drops splashed out. I picked the bottle back up and continued to drink from it.

 

Kim came out to the kitchen dressed for work, she saw the drops of milk that hit the bib. “Good thing for this bib, you might have gotten your pretty dress messy,” she laughed as she unfastened the bib and wiped my face with it, even though my face was dry and clean. I don’t know why this incessant need to do humiliating things like that, isn’t all of this humiliating enough as it is?  She grabbed the pacifier that was hanging from the onesie and popped it in my mouth. She took the empty bottle and empty bowl to the sink. “Ok sissy, I’m off to work now. Remember, I expect you to finish two bottles while I’m at work. We will discuss your punishment for breaking rules 5 and 6 when I get home this evening. Be good while I’m out sissy. At least I know you won’t be jerking off the entire time I’m gone,” she finished saying with a laugh, then walked out the door.

 

Sitting at the computer in the office drinking from one of the princess baby bottles working on my resume. Apparently I did get the hang of drinking from a bottle, as I didn’t even realize that I had already gone through half the bottle. I was trying to work on my resume, but I couldn’t focus because my cock was in such pain from the chastity device. It is a feeling I have never experienced before. My cock would try to get hard, but would be stopped by the plastic cage. I could feel my cock swell inside of it, which only made it want to get harder. I can feel my cock trying to break free from the cage, pressing up against the front of the diapers, desperately trying to escape, but the stronger it tries the hornier I feel, and the more pain I’m in. I was pulling on the diapers and the chastity hoping I could do something that would relieve this pressure.  This is certainly cruel and unusual punishment. I don’t know how they could even sell these torture devices. A man’s dick is supposed to get hard, it’s its natural purpose. Confining a man’s dick from getting hard is against nature. All I wanted to do was for my cock to be free so I could jerk off real quick, and relieve this pressure. I’m not asking a lot, I only want a quick release. I could even feel my balls swell up, I imagined they were as blue as the ocean. I have to get out of this. I don’t know how she expects me to do anything with this thing on. On top of that I noticed my bladder was getting full. From the milk this morning, over half this bottle, the urge was pretty strong. I didn’t even notice I had to go before, it felt like it went from not needing to go, to having to go pretty bad. I guess I was distracted by the chastity to notice my bladder.  There was no point in holding it in, I may not be the smartest, but I know that holding it in is only going to make me more uncomfortable.  I tried to release my bladder immediately, but nothing came out. I focused on just letting my bladder go, and I felt a little dribble begin to escape then stop. It was as if my body was trying to prevent me from wetting myself. After so many years of my body not pissing itself, it feels like I’m having to train my body to allow it to piss itself. It seems so wrong in backwards, but this is how it is for now. I focused again on relaxing and letting my bladder empty while sitting at the computer.  I suddenly felt some quick spurts, one after the other, then all of a sudden I was flooding my diaper. I could feel the diaper expand on the chair as my bladder emptied. Because of the plastic chastity cage I didn’t even really feel myself pissing and the cage kept my dick from really feeling the wet insides of the diaper. As I was wetting myself I could feel my chastity ease up some, my erection was finally going down.  After my bladder was empty, I opened my eyes and looked back at my resume.  My resume staring back at me, I haven’t added anything to it. I read it from the top, but couldn’t even get to my experiences without my mind wandering to my porn videos. I couldn’t help thinking about those hot horny little sluts on their hands and knees begging to suck your cock dry, and my cock would swell again in the chastity device. I don’t know why I kept thinking about those things, I didn’t want to. I wanted to finish my resume and fill out some applications. Everytime I would start reading through my resume, my mind would wander to my old porn videos, and I would feel the pain from the chastity. My erection would go down, and the whole process repeated itself.  I decided that there was no way for me to focus and find a job with this thing on my cock. I will tell Kim she has to take this off of me if she expects me to find a job. She will have to listen, especially when she sees that I haven’t done anything. When she gets home she will have to remove this thing from me. I only have to suffer for the rest of the day. I went to the refrigerator, the diaper was noticeably heavy between my legs from wetting it. I ate both peanut butter and jelly sandwiches standing there and washed it down with the remainder from the bottle. I put the bottle in the sink and grabbed a second one from the refrigerator. Once I finish this bottle, she won’t have any reason to get mad at me. 

 

I was watching Netflicks kids while I was sitting on the couch drinking from the second bottle, when I felt the urge to pee a little.  If I wanted I could hold it for a while but there’s no point in that, so I tried to relax and wet myself again while I was sitting on the couch. Sucking rhythmically from the bottle I closed my eyes and tried to wet myself. Similar to before, it didn’t happen right away, started off with tiny little drops coming out, before a steady stream.  I sat there sucking water out of a bottle while a steady stream of piss filled the diaper. The first diaper was full, I could feel the second diaper start to fill up some.  This diaper probably had at least 2 more wettings like that, and Kim would be home in a couple hours and will put me in a fresh diaper.

 

Hours later, Kim walked in from work saying, “Sissy, I’m home.” She walked in the living room and I turned towards her, she took one look at my diaper and said, “My my, I don’t need to do a diaper check, I can tell from here they are soaked.” I lowered my head and blushed in embarrassment, and she laughed. I don’t know why she is surprised, she is forcing me to wear these diapers and use them. “Put your pacifier in your mouth. I don’t want you to forget and accidentally break rule 6 again.” I grabbed the pacifier that was hanging from the dress and put it in my mouth. “Candi,” she began to reinforce the new name she gave me, “go to your room, I’ll come get you when dinner is ready.” Did I do something wrong? Why was she sending me to my room? I wanted to ask why, but with the pacifier in my mouth I knew it was best to do as she said. I stood up and the two full diapers sagged from the weight. “What are you doing?” I looked at her quizzically, “where do you think you can walk around? I have told you over and over that you are to crawl around on all fours like the little baby you are. I mean you are wearing diapers, you have on a cute little dress, how much more of a reminder do you need?” As she was berating me I dropped to my hands and knees, “What do I need to do to remind you that you do not have walking privileges? Go and crawl to your room now, I need some time to myself.” I crawled to my room, the diapers hanging heavy under me, the thickness forcing my legs apart, as I made my way to my room. I closed the door and sat on the futon, feeling the soggy diaper squish. I wonder when she is going to change me into a new diaper. I mean she saw how full it is. While I was watching TV before she got home I finished the bottle and wet the diaper another time. I was also constantly dealing with the pain from this chastity device. This entire day has been miserable. Everyday is worse than the next. I don’t know how it is possible, I thought diapers and dresses were bad, then relentless spankings, writing over a hundred lines, and now being denied the ability to get an erection.  I don’t know how she does it. I need to talk to her about this, have her take this thing off, let me have my erection. She won’t let me talk right now. She keeps having me put this pacifier in my mouth to remind me not to talk. I heard the TV come on in the living room. I was so bored I dozed off for a moment, I was snapped awake when my cock tried to get hard while sleeping. The pressure and pain awoke me. This is insane, a man needs to be able to have an erection. Even while we sleep our body has them because it needs to. No way can she send me to bed wearing this. I have to talk to her about this. 

 

I was laying on the futon when Kim came into my room and sat next to me. I was going to sit up, but she rested her hand on my chest gently pushing me back down. “It is time to discuss your punishment from this morning. I hope you remember that you broke rule number 5 twice and rule number 6 once.” I was beginning to get anxious as she spoke, I feel like everything she has done to me in the past 4 days has been a nonstop punishment. “Now, your butt is so black and blue I don’t think you can take another spanking, not for a couple days at least,” she laughed. How can my pain be funny to her? I wince in pain every time I sit down because of her, and she thinks it’s funny. Continuing, “and based on how you have to hold your bottles with two hands, I doubt you could write any more lines.” My anxiety was going down, because it sounded like she was going to be reasonable. “Because you have to be punished for three infractions, I decided that you will not have a diaper change for one day for each infraction. You have three infractions,” she held up three of her fingers showing me, “so that means you have how many days without a diaper change?” I didn’t really understand what she meant by not having a diaper change. I mean obviously she will have to put me in a fresh diaper or the diaper will leak, and I know she won’t allow that. But it was obvious she wanted me to hold out three fingers. I did so, as to get this to move along, “that’s right sissy, you have three days without a diaper change. So instead, what I am going to do is put fresh diapers over the ones you are already wearing. Today is your first day, and you will be in these diapers until Friday morning.” I’d say she can’t be serious, but over the last four days she has been serious about everything she has said. At least it isn’t a painful punishment. She grabbed two diapers, lifted my legs and slid them under me. She cut some slits in the plastic of the diaper to allow it to absorb to the next one. She spoke as she added these diapers, “You should know there’s a pretty good chance that you will end up with a diaper rash at the end of this. I will treat it if you get one, but hopefully it will be a reminder to follow the rules.”  She finished taping the diapers on and said, “let’s get you some dinner.” I crawled behind her to the kitchen. These diapers were so thick, two clean diapers on top of two soaked ones. My legs were spread even further apart. I couldn’t feel my dick through all that padding, I could only feel the discomfort of the chastity cage. I sat at the table and she brought out generic brand microwavable mac and cheese. She put the bib on me, took my pacifier out of my mouth and proceeded to feed me like a baby. I was hungry, and mac and cheese isn’t bad. I mean this wasn’t the best, it tasted bland and reminded me of the mac n cheese they serve at school cafeterias. I was too hungry to be stubborn. I opened my mouth everytime she brought the fork to me, even still a couple times she would initially miss my mouth and hit my cheek or my chin. She would get a little giggle and call me a messy baby. After she finished feeding me she wiped my face with the bib and took it off. “Candi, you have been very good for Mommy sense I got home. Did you get a lot done while I was at work?” I sat there for a moment wondering if I should say something or if she’d get mad. I didn’t want to take a chance so I shook my head no. “It’s okay sweetie, you can talk. Mommy is asking you a question, that is permission for you to speak. So did you get a lot done?” 

“No,” I replied, but she gave a stern look, and I quickly added, “Mommy.  No Mommy.” 

“No? How come?”

“Because Mommy,” finally I am given my chance to tell her about how much torture this is and how inhumaine it is, “this, um, the um,” I don’t know why I was having trouble talking, I have been waiting to say this all day, and now I am nervous and can’t find the words, “the um thing you put on me this morning.”

“Your chastity?”

“Uh uh.”

“That’s what’s keeping you from doing things?”

“Uh uh, it’s um, it hurts a lot Mommy.  Like I can’t focus because it hurts. And um, I need to have an um, an erection.” She burst in laughter when I said this.

“You need to have an erection, sissy?”

“Um yeah Mommy, it’s something that men need to have. Like it’s um dangerous to not have them. Like uh um you know like health.”

She laughed even harder at this, “Men need to have erections? Dangerous to their health? It’s a good thing you’re a sissy and not a man, so you don’t need to have any erections. Chastity has no negative health effects on sissys. I asked Beth when I purchased this, how often I need to let you out. Do you know what she said?” Kim started laughing pretty hard, which meant I was not going to like the answer. “Beth laughed just as I am, and told me never.” 

My jaw dropped, my face went a little pale, “Never?”

“That’s right! Little sissies like you can be locked permanently. That means I could flush the key or break it inside the lock, leave your little thing locked up forever.”

“But.. but.. But.. um Mommy, I can’t focus or do anything with this on.  You have to let me out of this thing.”

“You should know by now I don’t have to do anything. If you would quit being such a pervert and not constantly have an erection, then you shouldn’t even notice it. When you are unlocked you can’t focus because all you can focus on is jerking off. It may be painful now, but soon you’ll get used to it, and you will be a lot more productive.”
I wanted to cry, “But…”

“That is the end of that. You little thing is going to stay locked and I don’t want to hear another word on it. It is your bedtime now, crawl to bed and I will come tuck you in for the night.”

Night? The sun was still out. I looked at the clock on the wall, and it was only 7:30.  I crawled my way to my futon. The thickness of the diaper caused my hips to elevate some. A couple minutes later Kim came in. She handed me a baby bottle of water, tucked me in, turned on the night light, and closed the door. It was ridiculous to have a night light on when the light from the sun is coming though.

[KolibriMx]

Awesome, kinda concerned Sissy hasn't pooped in a while lol

[Sarah Penguin]

[Sissy Baby Candi]

@kolibrimx messing isn't my thing. so there won't be anything written about it in this story

[Babypants]

3 days without a diaper change?  Kolibri is right; you need to address the BM issue in some fashion.  If messing is not your thing, how about a pink potty chair?  This would be consistent with the theme of humiliation so pronounced here.  It is always better to look for a way to work around a problem in the narrative rather than simply ignoring it.

"It hurts a lot."  Shouldn't she check the ring to determine whether it is pinching or chafing the skin before committing to leaving him in the same diapers for 3 days?  Quite apart from the obvious danger of exposing an open wound to urine and feces,  there are quite a few varieties of diaper rash in their own right, and some of them would require medical intervention.  If you have the time, take a look at scalded skin syndrome to see how bad it can get.

The character development here has been first rate, but it remains unclear whether Kim has done her homework and understands the consequences of here actions, or is just winging it.  Hopefully, future chapters will provide context for her behavior.

[Sissy Baby Candi]

@babypants and all others, messing will not be addressed in the story. I am intentionally leaving it out so those that are into, can insert it in with their own imagination. Consider that it was there, only edited out this story. It is not my thing and have no plans to address it.  

I have also left out a lot of physical description on Kim and Candi, I believe the only thing I have stated is they are adults, their gender, and that Candi is now shaved and has a less than average penis size. This is so everyone can imagine these characters how they wish to fit their fantasy.

I am mostly writing this for me. These are all things from my perverse fantasies lol 

I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so.

[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. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. 

I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so.

All those enjoying this, I am sorry for how slow this is coming along, thank you for your patience hope you enjoy

Day 5 Wednesday (Part I)

It was almost laughable if Kim thought I was going to be able to go to sleep like that. Not laughable like her laughter when she talked about keeping my dick permanently locked.  I really hope that is not something she is really considering. I mean if she breaks the key there has to be some way out of his, I mean without having to go to the hospital and have it removed. I wouldn’t know how I would explain it to them.  I had probably the worst sleep of my life, it was so bad I don’t know if it could even be called sleep. The constant pain of the chastity keeping my dick from getting hard. The extra bulk from having two diapers on top of two already soaked diapers. I was already starting to feel some itching from what is the start of a diaper rash.  I was already awake when Kim came into my room this morning, “Morning Candi,” she said with a smile. She came into my room like she had a great sleep, completely fresh and energized. I barely slept, any time I dozed off I would be awakened by the chastity blocking my normal sleep erections, not to mention the sogginess of these diapers. I had to wet this diaper once over the evening. I quit trying to hold it now. She is clearly not letting up on any of this, so why fight it? I hated how cheerful she was, and apparently I showed it, because when she saw me she said, “What’s the matter Candi? Why that pouty look on your face? Is your diaper getting uncomfortable?” She gave a little squeeze to the diaper as she said that. “Well it is your own fault. Maybe that soggy diaper will help you remember the rules.  I mean there are only six rules to remember, and really all of it can be boiled down to rule number 1.” My eyes glanced over at the poster board with the first rule at the top saying WHAT MOMMY SAYS GOES, NO MATTER WHAT. “Be a good little sissy, follow the rules and this won’t be so painful. You have two more days until you get a diaper change. You are getting your fresh diaper this morning, only instead of changing your diaper, I’m just going to put a fresh one over the ones you are already wearing.” She said with a smile as she got up and grabbed a fresh diaper. She taped a fresh diaper over the two I was already wearing. “I have a feeling by the end of your three days you will be begging me to change your diaper.” She popped the pacifier in my mouth before I could think of responding.

She poked holes on the diaper I was already wearing and placed a new diaper over the ones I was already wearing. As she taped it up she asked in an almost playful tone, “So Candi, how many diapers is this you’re wearing now? Can you show me with your fingers?” Of course I knew how many diapers this would be, I am the one stuck in these things. I meekly raised my hand showing her five of my fingers, “that’s right Candi! Five diapers, I’d say you were a smart sissy, but if you were smart you would have learned the simple rules by now.” The new diaper was already over my four soaked ones. This was already so thick, my thighs were so far apart already, I don’t think I could squeeze my legs together. Not that I’d want to with the fullness of these diapers.

I crawled to the kitchen, my butt swaying side to side was so much more noticeable with the weight of these diapers, my legs already several inches away. I scratched at where I am sure is a rash. The thickness of the diapers kept me from really feeling anything, just moved the diaper over it.  Breakfast was mostly the same, except it felt like I was sitting in a booster seat with all the extra padding, a very soggy and uncomfortable booster seat. This is after only one full day, I still have another two days of this. I don’t want to imagine what that’s going to be like. And unless Kim has a change of heart or some other miracle, I won’t be imagining it I will be experiencing it. Maybe if I’m good and don’t break any rules, she’ll give me some time off for good behavior or something. Kim was feeding me in the usual way, making sure that a little got on my face and some dripped on my bib. “Good thing for that bib, or we’d end up messing up all of your pretty clothes,” saying this as if to reinforce why I am wearing a bib and not that she is intentionally making these messes.  I scratched at the diaper, and Kim quickly slapped my hand and scolded me. “Keep your hands off your diapers. If it inches deal with it. It's a good reminder that mommy means business. So don’t piss her off.” The look in her eyes sent chills down my spine, my hands went away from the diaper, and I’m not too sure, but some pee may have involuntarily snuck out into my diaper. It’s tough to tell with all these diapers, and the plastic around my cock. But I thought I felt a little increased temperature and wetness, and I thought I heard a small sound of water. It was all really faint so tough to tell. I hope I didn’t involuntarily wet myself, I’m at least going to tell myself I didn’t because I didn’t feel any pee leave my body, and it can’t be proven.

After breakfast was finished she changed me into a simple pastel yellow dress that just covered the five diapers I was wearing. It was obvious by the thickness protruding that I was wearing a diaper, but it was at least unseen, as long as I didn’t bend over. Kim was making small adjustments, straightening the dress out, turning me around to get a look and pull down a little at the dress, as she was doing this she was saying, “I’d put you in a onesie, but I didn’t buy any that would go over so many diapers. This yellow should hopefully cover up any stains if you happen to leak.”

I was laying on the couch, still groggy from the lack of sleep I had. Kim was dressed for work, walking out the door she said “Candi, I’m off to work, try to be productive today. Don’t worry about drinking so many bottles today, I understand if you want to limit yourself. And keep your hands off your diapers.” With that she was out the door.

[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. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. 

I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so.

 

Wednesday Day 5 (part II)

The day seemed to just drag on, and I wasn’t even doing much. I laid on my stomach on the couch for a lot of the day. I could feel my butt sticking up in the air with the thickness of all these diapers. I was so sleepy I kept hoping I would pass out and get the sleep I was unable to last night.  My body was starting to ache because of my tiredness. The wet and sogginess of the diaper with the small itching where a rash is forming. At least the bruising of my butt isn’t hurting as much and my wrists and hands are still a little sore.  I know I nodded out for a little bit at least because I opened my eyes and saw the pacifier next to me on the couch. It must have fallen out of my mouth while I was sleeping. I completely forgot it was in my mouth when Kim left. Have I gotten used to having a pacifier in my mouth? No, it’s because of everything else. The pain of the chastity, the soreness and bruises, the iching, the soggy five diapers, and the smell from over a days worth of use without a change, it would be easy to not notice something as little as a pacifier in my mouth. I woke up from the chastity, but under these five diapers it was even less noticeable. I couldn’t even feel the chastity over these diapers. 

My mouth felt a little dry and I knew I needed to drink something, but I really want to keep my intake as little as I can.  But I can’t possibly go two days without water or anything. So I have to have some, and the some that I do will probably just get absorbed in my body anyway. I got off the couch to get a bottle, and this was the first time I tried to stand sense yesterday, or three less diapers and I don’t know how many accidents ago.  Though, can they really be called ‘accidents’? I was doing it on purpose, so should they be called ‘purposes’? But it isn’t my choice I’m being made to do this, and made to use these diapers, so maybe they should be called ‘mades’?  But I guess I do have a choice, in a small way, I can always leave, so I guess I’m kind of choosing to stay like this, so should they be called ‘choices’? These are all dumb thoughts, I’ll bet no one else has thought about this. These are the thoughts that come across after sitting around all day in diapers, so of course on one else would have these thoughts. What other person would find themselves in this situation.

As I stood the thickness and weight of the diaper was very noticeable. So much that with as far as my legs were, and the overall soreness, I decided it would be easier to go to my hands and knees and crawl around than to try and walk. It would probably look closer to a waddle if I tried though. I stood up to open the fridge and the sandwiches Kim left for me. My stomach rumbled, realizing I needed to eat as well I ate half a sandwich. The bread along with the peanut butter, made my mouth feel even dryer. I grabbed a bottle and sucked it, washing the sandwich down. The water felt refreshing. For a moment I forgot that I wanted to watch my intake, but by that point I had already gone though half the bottle. I saw my reflection from the window to the backyard. This pastel yellow dress coming down, a large bulge at my waist from what is obviously a very thick diaper that is keeping my legs apart, holding a baby bottle. Only thing I was missing was a bonnet to complete the picture. I looked away when I realized what I was looking at. I took the bottle and crawled back to the couch with my head hanging down a little, from tiredness and shame. Back to the couch I put on Netflick’s Kids to have something distracting. I nodded off at some, my brain just went blank, the next thing I was being woken up by pain in my abdomen. I can’t believe I needed to go again. Still groggy I relaxed as much as I could and let it flow out. I was surprised how easily it flowed out. It was really strange, but at some point I couldn’t tell if I finished or not, the thickness of the diapers, the chastity, mixed with the already sogginess seemed to lessen the sensation. The TV asked me if I was still watching, I clicked yes, and started dozing off again not knowing if I was still wetting this diaper or not and I was too sleepy to care.

[Sarah Penguin]

[D503]

Yay, updates! 

[Sissy Baby Candi]

I know this is coming along very slowly.  Sorry for those that have been waiting for another installment.  As with everyone that goes on long hiatuses, I didn't have time or drive to indulge in kink.  But Friday I locked myself in chastity and put on a diaper, and now on Sunday my horniness led to me writing all day. I was able to compete Day 6, not my favorite, but it gets the story moved along. I also wrote Day 11, which was a lot more fun to write, hope to have it up soon.  

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. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. 

I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so.

 

 

Day 6 Friday

I couldn’t believe that Kim did not change my diapers for three days!! She would only add diapers to my already full diapers.  Trying to remember how many diapers she put me, for the thickness I would think over 10.  She had me in two on Tuesday, she added another one Wednesday morning, plus two more Wednesday night, and one last night.  I couldn’t keep track in my head, so I was counting them on my fingers. After my third time of going over it I was holding up 6 fingers. That means I am wearing six overly full diapers.  The thickness has kept my legs mostly apart. The thickness and sogginess has become really uncomfortable. The pain from the bruising on my butt has finally subsided, but it has been replaced by what I can only guess is a diaper rash. I have been wearing this chastity device for just as long as these diapers. The chastity still hurts, but not as much physical pain as it is I just really really want to have a full erection.  Maybe she will take this thing off too when she changes my diapers.  That would be so amazing. She came into my room in her normal cheerful voice “Morning Sissy,” every morning it was either Candi or Sissy. She calls me those so often I am getting used to responding to them. I look up at her with hope in my eyes.  “I know you are expecting to get changed this morning, but with the amount of clean up you are going to require, you will have to wait until I get home.”  

“But mommy?” I asked, waiting for her to tell me I can talk

“Yes Candi.”

I have been in this for three days.  You don’t know how disgusting it is.  I’m pretty sure I have a rash. Can I please be let out of this”  

“Oh I’m sure it is really uncomfortable, it was meant to be.  Hopefully it means it is an effective punishment and will keep you from disobeying the rules. You are asking permission before speaking, so something must be working.  Now I don’t have time to clean you now, but I promise as soon as I get home we will get you out of that diaper and cleaned up.  Now let me put on one more diaper before I leave.”  She put on what is now the 7th diaper, and I don’t want to think about what is underneath it.  

The day went on really uneventfully.  The rash was bothering me more.  I have been in so much pain or discomfort I haven’t been able to focus on finding a job and getting out of here.  I have been tired and exhausted, but enough pain and discomfort to allow me a good sleep.  At this point crawling has become a lot easier than walking, which has delighted Kim. She seems to have an extra joy with me choosing to crawl instead of walking. I did look online on ways to treat a diaper rash.  Outside of creams it did say to go without a diaper.  I wonder if Kim would go for that?

Kim got home at her normal time. I was so happy, I was finally going to be out of over three days worth of diapers.  I crawled towards her as she walked through the door, my thick diaper swaying side to side. Desperate for her to let me out of these diapers. “I know Candi, I’m going to get you out of those diapers.  Go out to the backyard, I don’t want to release whatever is in that diaper inside the house.”  I could understand that, I’ve been having it squish and build up for several days. I crawled to the backyard and went out on the soft grass and waited for Kim.  Her backyard had high wooden privacy fences, so I wasn’t worried about a neighbor peeking over.  She came out wearing vinyl gloves with a black trash bag and pulled the tapes off.  Each diaper fell to the ground, the following diaper fell a little harder, and a new rancid smell was released.  Finally the last diaper plopped heavy to the ground with most of the three days worth of use in it.  She discarded everything into the trash bag, including her gloves.  Standing there naked except for the chastity cage dangling under me she grabbed the hose, and hosed me down.  The water was so cold, but she didn’t care.  She power washed my groin, then had me turn around to power wash my ass.  “That is quite a rash, I hope it will serve a reminder.” The rash on my butt made it hurt even more.  She had me bend over so she could spray really good to make sure everything was clean.  After she felt I was clean enough gave me a towel and had me come inside to take a bath. 

She helped me get into the hot bath, I winced as the rash on my butt was really sensitive.  She proceeded to clean me.  Stubble was on my legs and groin from the last time I shaved.  She felt this was as good a time as any to teach me to shave.  She handed me a razor and soap and instructed me how to shave myself. It had a couple nicks on my ankle, but more or less I did pretty good.  I shaved my legs, groin, body and arms. She said I can worry about shaving my ass when my rash heals.  That seemed like a good time to bring up the research I found.  “Mommy, about my rash.”

“What about it.”

“Well I was looking up online, about how to heal it.”

“Did you now? And what did you research say?

“It said that if someone can go without diapers then it would be best to leave them off until the rash heals.”

“But you do need diapers sissy.”

“No I don’t, I can go a couple days without diapers.”

“What if you have an accident.”

“I won’t have one. I don’t need diapers.”

“Are you sure? Because for almost a week now you haven’t gone once in the toilet, and only in your diapers.  It sounds to me like you need your diapers.”
I started to get fussy because she is making me use diapers. It isn’t fair for her to tell me I need diapers.  “I don’t need them.”

“So you want me to let you be without a diaper, even though you’ve used them for the last 6 days now?”

“Please.” I asked.

She thought about it as she was rinsing me off. “Ok, I will try it tonight. And we can revisit it in the morning.”

“Really?”  I couldn't believe it, was she really going to let me go without a diaper. This felt like such a huge victory.  Though I don’t know who I would brag to about being able to go a night without a diaper.

“Yes, but if you are going to be without a diaper, I need to get things set up for you. So wait here in the tub until I get back.”

I said “ok”, as she pulled the drain plug and left. I didn’t know what she meant by getting things set up, didn’t really care, because I was going to be without a diaper. I could hear some rustling around in the garage as I waited for Kim to return.  I looked down at my smooth naked body, and at the cage that was laying there.  Now if only I could convince her to take this chastity off.  Over the last several days it has become less bothersome, I’d say I was getting used to it, if that’s even really possible. I watched the water disappear down the drain while I waited.  Kim returned shortly and grabbed the towel to dry me off. She hung the towel up, applied a liberal amount of diaper rash cream on my rash, and grabbed my hand and had me follow her out to the garage. It felt a little strange moving around without so many diapers between my legs. When I stepped in there I saw on ground, near the wall, a large dog crate that she used to use back when she fostered dogs.  On the bottom were several layers of newspaper and inside was a baby bottle.

“What is this?” I asked hoping it isn’t what I’m thinking it is.

“This is where you will be staying tonight.  You don’t want to wear a diaper, even though I told you need diapers, and as you should know it is rule #3.  I really don’t feel like fighting with you on this so if you don’t want to wear diapers you can stay here in the cage.” The dog crate was for a large dog maybe 75 lb comfortably, not a full grown adult human.

“Wait, but I don’t want to stay in the cage. It’s really small.”

“That’s not my problem, you’re the one that doesn’t want to wear diapers.”

“But it’s because of my diaper rash, I want it to heal.”

“Your diaper rash would heal fine with diaper rash cream, but since you don’t want to wear diapers get in the cage.”

Panicking a little, I quickly said, “It’s ok, I changed my mind, I will wear diapers. I don’t need to go in a dog crate.”

“It is too late now. I already set this up, and we both agreed you will be without diapers and we can revisit it in the morning. Now get in the cage.”

I looked at her with pleading eyes, “Please mommy?”

That was the end of her patience.  She grabbed my ear and twisted it.

“Oww! Oww! Oww!” I whined as she pulled me to the crate down on my hands and knees and into the crate.  She closed the door, then for extra measure locked it with a padlock.

“Now I will bring you some dinner in a little bit. I don’t want to hear any noise from you, you have a bottle of water, so you will be fine.”  I turned around in the cage to face her and the door, looking up with her as my eyes watered a little.  She turned out the light, and left me alone in the dark in a dog crate.  I stayed on my hands and knees to keep my diaper rashed butt from making contact with anything.  I could feel the chastity cage hanging down between my legs. I felt the padlock a little, hoping maybe I might be able to break it, but that had no chance of happening. I dropped down to my forearms and let my head down, keeping my ass in the air.  It was very cramped in there, and got uncomfortable quickly.  After maybe a couple hours she came back out the garage, with a bowl of food.  I had already drank half the bottle she left me. She undid the lock, opened the door and put the bowl of food in with me.  “Here you are, eat up quickly.  I took the bowl filled with grilled chicken and plain broccoli.  I did the best I could eating in a crate and a painful rash that has me keeping my butt from making contact with anything.  I tried to eat with my hands the best I could, but at one point I found it easier to have the bowl on the ground as I was on my knees in elbow, my face down close to the bowl shoveling the food directly in my mouth.  After I finished eating she took the bowl, locked the cage, turned the lights out, and left.  A few more hours and I felt the familiar feeling of needing to urinate.  Normally I would have a thick diaper, but Kim in all of her craziness has me in a dog crate with newspaper.  I didn’t want to go, just as I never do, I held out for a little, but with almost a week of not holding it in, it wasn’t so simple.  I felt some escape and drip down on the newspaper under me.  I wanted to cry at my predicament, I knew it was a hopeless fight, and no way was I going to be able to hold it all night. I gave up, and let my bladder empty.  I could feel my urine spreading to my knees, the newspapers seemed to help spread it along the cage more than soak it up.  It moved to my forearms.  My bladder was empty and now I had to literally lay in my own mess.  I tried to keep my head as elevated as I could.  But with my rash, and tiredness I kept falling down. At some point in the night I dozed off long enough to wake up with my face covered in my own piss.  Not only was this really uncomfortable, but it was also really disgusting. I thought the last punishment was disgusting, at least my face wasn’t in my mess. Hopefully she won’t sleep in too late tomorrow and I can get out of it.

[Sarah Penguin]

[Hawkx1]

Shouldn't he be pooping as well as peeing? Also I though you have to milk sissies every so often.

[D503]

Thanks for the update, I was excited as soon as I saw the update. (Your writing is great). Having to sleep in his piss, dirty dirty boy. 

 

[Sissy Baby Candi]

13 hours ago, D503 said:

Thanks for the update, I was excited as soon as I saw the update. (Your writing is great). Having to sleep in his piss, dirty dirty boy. 

 

Thanks for your enthusiasm and kind words! Now that I am back in chastity and diapers at home, I'm hoping to have more updates in the next couple weeks.

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Here's a short update!  I should have another short update in a week or so.  

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. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. 

Disclaimer on story: For those concerned about the character's lack of defecation, it will not be addressed in the story. I am intentionally leaving it out so those that are into, can insert it in with their own imagination. Consider that it was there, only edited out this story. It is not my thing and I have no plans to address it. I am mostly writing this for me. These are things from my perverse fantasies

I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so.

 

Day 7 Saturday

I’m not sure how much sleep I got last night. It is really difficult to tell the passage of time in the pitch dark.  I had nothing to use to mark the passage of time. I felt the need to pee again, and I tried to hold it, but how long could I possibly hold it?  I could hold it for long enough to get to the toilet if it wasn’t for being locked in this dog cage.  I held it for a little while, Kim could be opening that door anytime now. It certainly feels like I have been in here for longer than an evening.  She should be opening that door any minute now.  I couldn’t tell how long of time passed, but I was squeezing my legs together, but the plastic cage surrounding my dick seemed to have blocked my efforts.  I felt a tiny warm stream slide down my legs and on to the newspaper below me. I didn’t know what it was at first, then I quickly realized I was wetting myself.  This was starting to happen as I was trying to hold it.  I let out a cry as more piss rushed down now to the bottom of the cage.  At this point, my forearms, legs, face, and my hair is wet with my own piss.  I have kept my ass up in the air all night with my chest down in basically a yoga puppy pose.  My back was sore, my legs and arms were cramping. I really wanted to stretch out.  What must have been several hours later I finally heard the sounds of Kim being awake. I could hear the water running for her shower. I felt a little bit of happiness knowing that I was soon going to be out of this cage.  The sound of the rushing water through the pipes caused another urge to pee. This time I’m sure I could make it until Kim gets me, but the sound of the constant running water made it a losing battle. Before I knew it, the saturated newspaper was being even further saturated.

The water turned off, and maybe an hour or more Kim opened the door. My eyes hurt with the flooding of the light as Kim opened the door. She had an evil grin on her face as she looked down at me in a pool of my own piss, my face and hair wet in my own urine.  “Morning sissy.  Are you sure you don’t need diapers?”

On all fours, keeping my diapered rash butt in the air, keeping it from making contact with anything. I tilted my head up to look at her.  I asked, “can you please let me out of here?”

“Are you ready to admit you still need diapers?”
I looked at her, I didn’t need diapers, I needed access to a toilet. I waited hoping she would just let me out and put me in a diaper and let us continue with this messed up situation.  She was unhappy with my lack of answer and turned around and walked back to the door.  “Wait,” I pleaded, “come back, please. I admit it.”  She stopped and turned around, she didn’t move any closer or further away from me. 

“Ok then. Admit it.”

“I just did.”

She was not satisfied with that, and turned around again towards the door.  Almost in tears, scared she was going to leave me in here for the whole day, I yelled, “I still need diapers!”

She stopped and turned around again, this time with a smile on her face. “Good, are you done pretending like you don’t?”  I nodded my head meekly.  “Good now tell me again that you need diapers.”

This time without hesitation I said, “I need diapers. Will you please let me out of hear in put in a diaper.”

“Very good sissy.  That’s what I want to hear,  Are we going to have any more problems with rule number 3?”

Rule #3: Diapers are to be worn at all times.  I shook my head no.

“Good, and tell me why that is Candi.”

Again without hesitation I said, “because I need diapers.”

“Very good,” she said as she unlocked the dog crate. I crawled out feeling stiff.  Slowly, I stretched out my arms and legs individually. The stiffness of being cramped in such a position for so long made it painful to move. As I was doing this Kim grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush.  She told me to stay on my hands and knees as she dunked the scrub brush in the water and proceeded to to start scrubbing my chest.  The bristles on the brush were painful, and she wasn’t really being gentle.  She kept saying how she needed to get all the piss smell off from a whole night of me literally laying in it.  She proceeded to scrub most of my body, I was grateful that she left my rash alone. By the end, most of my body was scrubbed raw and red. She led me to my room where all of the changing supplies were.  I was laying on the floor as she was putting a fresh diaper on me. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep I have gotten in the past several days. I must have nodded out for a moment because one thing I knew she was putting cream on my rash with the diaper under me, then next I heard her say “arms up,” while she was holding an onesie and the diaper securely fastened to me.  I opened my eyes and put my arms up. She fastened the onesie, and took me to the kitchen for breakfast.  After breakfast she gave me a bottle of milk and I went to my room to lay down on the futon. It felt so good to lay down and stretch out.  I was lying on my stomach stretching, sucking milk from the nipple of the bottle. This is probably the most comfortable I have felt in a week. My wrists only hurt a little, the painful bruising on my butt has gone away, though now it has a rash in its place. I am in only one diaper that is fresh, and not several containing days of uses. Still sucking milk from the nipple of the bottle, I felt the urge to pee, and didn’t bother holding it in. I was too exhausted, I let it go, and fell to sleep.

[D503]

Thanks for the update!

[Sarah Penguin]

:L)

[deewet]

I really like this story but have to agree with one of the other respondents, going 7 days without doing a poppie is not good or healthy.  That is assuming this has not happened but than it may have and not have been mentioned other than cleaning up being worse than other times??

[Sissy Baby Candi]

On 4/6/2021 at 6:49 AM, deewet said:

I really like this story but have to agree with one of the other respondents, going 7 days without doing a poppie is not good or healthy.  That is assuming this has not happened but than it may have and not have been mentioned other than cleaning up being worse than other times??

read the disclaimer

[deewet]

I have no issues with the writing style, instead feel it is quite good especially for a first time story teller.  I have read things from college educated people that have more writing flaws than this story has, not hard to imagine these days with the focus many colleges have today!

I am just reiterating a point of the story that seemed to be missed>?

[Sissy Baby Candi]

52 minutes ago, deewet said:

I have no issues with the writing style, instead feel it is quite good especially for a first time story teller.  I have read things from college educated people that have more writing flaws than this story has, not hard to imagine these days with the focus many colleges have today!

I am just reiterating a point of the story that seemed to be missed>?

Disclaimer on story: For those concerned about the character's lack of defecation, it will not be addressed in the story. I am intentionally leaving it out so those that are into, can insert it in with their own imagination. Consider that it was there, only edited out this story. It is not my thing and I have no plans to address it. I am mostly writing this for me. These are things from my perverse fantasies

[Sissy Baby Candi]

Disclaimer on story: For those concerned about the character's lack of defecation, it will NOT be addressed in the story. I am intentionally leaving it out so those that are into it, can insert it in with their own imagination. Consider that it was there, only edited out this story. It is not my thing and I have no plans to address it. I am mostly writing this for me. These are things from my perverse fantasies

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. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. 

I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so.

 

Day 10 - Tuesday  

Sitting on a couch in James’ living room. Wearing my normal clothes again.  Not in girly baby clothes or diapers, and out of chastity.  James handed me a beer and sat on a chair on the opposite side of the living room. It felt amazing to do something this simple, like sitting with another adult, dressed like an adult, and having a beer.

“Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Sure thing, sorry it took me so long to reply to your Fakebook post.”

This morning, I got on my Fakebook account on Kim’s computer, it was the first time I had checked it since I handed my phone to Kim. There was a new reply to my post from James.  He basically said if I still needed a place I could stay with him. I had Kim get my things out of storage, and I was out of there.

“No problem. I’m just happy you did respond.”

“What was the problem? I thought Kim was letting you stay with her.”

“Yeah, she was, but she just went psycho.”

“How do you mean?”
Shit. I wasn’t about to tell James about my week plus in diapers, chastity, spankings, writing over 100 lines, the whole mess of it all. “She just started making these crazy demands. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. Thanks again for letting me stay here, I won’t be long, a month at most.”

“Don’t worry about it, take all the time you need.  I’m glad I can help.” Then James said nonchalantly, “I will be expecting a blowjob for my generosity.”  

In a little shock, though knowing I must have misunderstood I stutteringly asked, “Wh… wait… what?”

“I said ‘I will be expecting a blowjob for my generosity.’ You know, for letting you stay here. It seems only fair to me.” he said as if it should be obvious. Like he is not asking anything out of the ordinary, as if this was how it normally works.

I was stunned, he couldn’t be serious, he must be fucking with me.  I looked at him, waiting for him to break, for him to laugh, something. Each moment that went by I could feel the temperature in the room increase, I could start to hear my pulse, until I laughed and said, “You can’t be serious.”

“I am absolutely serious,” he said staring at me with hard unblinking eyes.  “As a thank you for me letting you stay with me, for every day you are here I expect one blowjob as a thank you. And I need to be thanked in advance.”

“B… B… Bu… But, I didn’t know you were gay.”

“I’m not gay.  There is nothing gay about receiving a blowjob.”

I was burning up, it felt like someone put a radiator next to me.  My brain was racing, trying to think of how to respond to this.  “But, I’m not gay.”

He chuckled as he said, “that doesn’t sound like my problem.”

I don’t know how I missed it, but it seemed like when I blinked his pants were undone, and he was pulling out his cock.  I couldn’t believe the size of it.  It reminded me of the kind of cock you see in porn.  It wasn’t even hard, but it was long, thick, veiny, and heavy. After his dick and balls were out, he let it fall on his lap, and I could hear how heavy it fell.  I can’t believe the confidence has to pull his cock out and tell someone to suck it.  Well, maybe if I had a cock anywhere close to that size, I certainly wouldn’t be ashamed of anyone seeing it.

“If you plan to stay here tonight, then get your mouth over here on this cock sissy.” 

I froze like a deer in headlights when he called me “sissy.” ‘Sissy’ is what Kim has recently been calling me. Why did he call me that? He couldn’t possibly know about Kim.

“What’s wrong sissy? Would you rather go back to spending your days in diapers and chastity? Wearing some of the most ridiculous outfits to be worn by a grown man.”

Stunned and almost paralyzed, I was able to stutter out “how do you know?”

“What that you’re a little sissy baby? Everyone knows, Kim has been posting all about it on Fakebook.” He shows me her page, and I see a picture of me wearing one of my white and pink diapers with lots of baby print and a pink sheer babydoll. Why else do you think I would help you out, figure you must be desperate. Here, your dick isn’t in a cage, so you can jerk off.”

My heart was racing, I could feel my pulse almost everywhere there was an artery.  I could feel the artery in my neck pulsing, my head, stomach, even my dick. I haven’t cum in so long, my cock was hurting just thinking about cumming. I don’t even know how it happened, but his pants were completely gone. He was laying back, his legs spread, half erect. I could see the veins on his cock, the head of his thick cock pointed right at me. 

“What’s it going to be sissy?” Kim said entering from the other room holding chastity in one hand and a thick pink diaper in the other. I was really confused, was she back there the whole time? Why was she here? This doesn’t make sense.  Standing next to James, smiling with the chastity swinging from her index finger she said, “chastity and diapers, or suck dick and jerk off?” 

This was insane, these couldn’t be my choices.  I shouldn’t have to choose between my cocks freedom and me sucking dick. It seemed I was being pushed towards them, not sure by who or what. I wasn’t about to make this choice, was I? I blinked for a moment and I found myself staring up at both of them, bars around me. I was in a crib. I looked down, and I was back in diapers, wearing the same outfit as the picture James showed me. I could feel my dick locked in chastity under my diapers. James’ cock was erect now and poking through the bars. Gleefully Kim said, “well sissy, figure why not have both.  You can be in diapers and chastity, AND suck James’ cock. You’ve already been sucking on bottles and pacifiers, this is just one more thing for you to suck.” His cock was getting closer to me, I moved away to the other end of the crib, and it seemed like I was getting closer to another cock. I tried moving away from that, but there was another cock. There were several cocks all around me closing in on me like a spike wall closing in on me.

 

I jumped awake, heart racing, covered in sweat. My diaper felt a little wet, I hope that was only sweat. I looked around relieved that I was laying on my futon, in a diaper wearing a onesie with a unicorn and rainbow.  I took a deep breath, relieved that no one knows about this.  What was that dream about? Other than I really need to have a break from chastity. I wonder if she will let me. I could feel my cage painfully pressing against my diaper. It was making me hornier than normal. Normally when I would wake up I would have a nice hard erection that I could jerk off. I miss being able to just wake up normally. Lately I have started to experience horniness at a level I never thought possible. I heard the shower going, knowing that I was going to be in a fresh diaper soon, I relaxed feeling the warmth between my legs as my bladder emptied.

 

Day 11 - Wednesday (Part I)

Kim was, what at this point routine, changing my diaper in the morning.  As she undid the tapes of my soaked diaper, I looked down at the pink chastity hiding my cock. I was thinking of my dream last night. Of being free from chastity, the idea of being able to jerk off and cum, not all the cocks. I haven’t cum in so long, I haven’t even been able to have a hard on. Every time I get a little horny, the inability of getting fully hard makes me hornier. She was wiping me with a baby wipe, and I got the nerve and asked as casually as one could in this situation, “It has been over a week since you locked me up, and I was wondering if maybe you could unlock me?” 

“Why, do you really miss cumming?” She lifted my legs and butt up to wipe them as she asked this.  I blushed when she said that, I was about to deny it, but she cut me off, “You’re blushing! Sissy really does miss cumming!” She laughed. I blushed even more turning my head away. She removed the soaked diaper and put a fresh one under me before laying my legs down. “What will you do for me?” 

“Uhhh,” I responded. Was she going to unlock me? 

She was sprinkling baby powder on me, “If I unlock you,” she tapped on the plastic cage surrounding my cock with her fingernail as she said this, “and allow you to cum, what will you do for me?”

My cock twitched with excitement, she lifted my legs and butt up again to sprinkle powder on it, I wasn’t prepared for this. So I stammered, “What do you want?”

She laid my legs and butt down, “I want to come home to a spotlessly clean house.”

I was so excited I agreed before she even finished her sentence.

“When I say spotless, I mean spotless.  I want this entire house clean and spotless before I get home.”

I nodded quickly in excitement saying “ok.”

“That means the dishes, floors, counters, blinds,” I was nodding along as she listed the things out, “I can’t list it all, but I want the entire house clean.”  She paused for a moment. “Well ok, not the entire house.  I don’t trust you to be in the bathroom alone, and I certainly don’t want you in my room alone.  So those doors will remain locked until I get home tonight. I also don’t trust you to not fuck up my laundry.  So when I get home I will walk you through how to do my laundry properly, as well as yours.”

I agreed to all of it no problem.  It isn’t like I haven’t cleaned before, and she kept her house pretty clean. This almost seems too easy. She went on, “when I say spotlessly clean house, I mean just that. I expect this place to be pristine. Which means if I find one thing not to my satisfaction, then I will leave that thing of yours locked up” she pulled the diaper over my locked cock. She taped my diaper as she continued, “and I don’t want to hear any whining or crying, or you can go right to your room for the nigh. You want to be unlocked and allowed to cum, then you will have to earn it. You will have to prove to me that you want to be unlocked.”

That brought me down a little. I didn’t like that I would have to “earn” the ability to cum, but my head was still swimming though at the prospect of being able to cum after over a week of build up. 

[D503]

Nice update - loved the nightmare 

[Sissy Baby Candi]

This is for all of those wanting to know about his defecation. Not sure where this need of such realism is coming from, in a genre that I read about someone cumming 5 times in an hour in his diaper lol  I have edited the story to include these couple of sentences to explain the lack shitting.  The answer to his defecation.

 

As Kim was telling him about his rules of him being diapered, she said, “I have no intention of cleaning up any of your shit. Once a day on a diaper change I will allow you to sit on the big girl potty and shit before I put a new diaper on.”

 

There is the mystery of his shitting.  The reason it is never mentioned in the story is because he shits on diaper changes that are not in the story.  Other than his three days in diapers, he always shits in the toilet. From this point on, rest adhered he is shitting in the toilet during one of the diaper changes that is not written about. I hope this satisfies those and their concern.  If not, then tell me how this is any more unbelievable than all of the fucking sound in space in star wars franchise.