[stinky-in-pinky]

I'd lost track of how long I'd been crying. Yea, it's pathetic, but you'd probably cry too if you were abducted by a bunch of strange men, shoved into a straight jacket, force fed some pills, had a giant pacifier stuffed into your mouth, and a diaper taped around your waist.

They tossed me into a room, leaving me in the dark despite the bright lights shining through the blindfold. The room actually smelled surprisingly pleasant, like lavender and baby powder. I tried walking around to assess my surroundings, but I kept banging into stuff. Hard wooden surfaces bruised my knees and shins. I eventually resigned myself to just plopping down on the cushy little rug.

I screamed and wailed for help, but it all came out as muffled moans. I tugged at my restraints but it was no use. I was trapped. Left to wallow in this darkness and pray to any and every higher power that I would be okay. After several hours of yelling into my pacifier, I was still met with silence. No one was coming for me. I had no choice but to piss myself, feeling it spread its warmth throughout my crotch. By the third wetting, the gravity of the situation really started to set in, and that's when the crying started.

I didn't want to give whoever it was the satisfaction of crying like a baby while wearing a wet diaper, but my emotions were high, okay?? My dignity was thrown out the window long ago.

Then, I felt a rumbling in my tummy. The familiar waves of impending bowels. My stomach dropped, seeming to make matters worse. My screams for help started again. No way I was going to shit myself. Not here. Not anywhere.

My voice was raw from wailing into the pacifier. I tossed and I turned and I kicked and I shouted as if it would fight off the growing discomfort in my abdomen. I begged to whoever might have been listening to let me go. To at least let me use the toilet, but it all came out as inaudible babble. No one was coming for me. This was going to happen.

I at least got in a somewhat comfortable position, shifting onto my knees and keeping the diaper elevated off the ground. I remember straining my muscles until the very last second. Fighting it until the end, until it was already on its way out. After finally accepting there was no stopping it, I let myself relax as the warm muck filled my backside. I felt momentary relief, but that was quickly squelched as the smell hit me. The degradation of defecation hitting me square in the face.

And then the tears flowed again.

I cried on the floor, any shred of dignity I had left was lost now as I laid and sobbed in my mushy, soggy diaper.

Finally, after another hour or so, I heard a lock slide, another lock click, and the door handle open.

"Well hello there..." came a smooth, sultry voice. It wasn't the same gruff men that were groping and man-handling me before. It was a woman.

"I see someone has learned how to use their diapers."

A hand reached between my legs and gripped the soggy padding, groping me and my crotch, working it back and forth. I'm a little ashamed to say it, but I actually started getting hard from the squishy squeezes. But that libido quickly dissipated when she squeezed my backside. The now cold mess flaring up its stench again, reminding me once more of what I'd done. She pressed her palm into it and spread the filth around even more.

"Such a dirty little girl..." she cooed into my ear.

Girl?? I'm a boy! Sure, I like to wear my hair long, but so do a lot of men.

She gave me a light shove, plopping me backwards so that the seat of my diaper hit the floor with a squelch. I was disgusted, angry, but then she started groping me again.

"You're going to learn to love using your diapers..." she hissed into my ear, squeezing the area where my dick was hardening again. "Every time you're good little baby slut for me, I'll give you a reward..."

Her pressure and rhythm increased. The wet, messy diaper crinkling as she worked it back and forth over my cock. It was a combination of disgusting and exciting at the same time, making my brain go fuzzy. She continued to whisper threats and encouragement at me.

"You're going to like it here," she said, "they all eventually do. We saw your posts online about hating the system. Hating to work. Feeling like you're wasting away at a deadend job rundown apartment. But we will give you purpose! We will give you a home! We will pamper you and play with you and keep you nice and fed!"

Her hand was stroking my padding furiously, a cacophony of crinkling, mixed with my slow, desperate moans. I couldn't process what she was saying anymore. I couldn't think about anything other than cumming.

"We're going to turn you into a little slut! A slave to be used only for her holes! You will be pampered and pimped out to the highest bidders! You will perform the most degrading acts for millions of live viewers! You are going to make us soo much money!"

My hips ground and bucked against the floor as I arched my back and my dick exploded into the soiled diaper, adding a fresh bit of warmth. When my spasms finally stopped, my entire body seemed to deflate, and all of my senses rushed back at once. All of the disgusting sensations overwhelming my system once more.

I felt the woman stand up, her shadow casting over me. Her hands were much rougher now as they yanked my head forward, and removed the rather large pacifier from my mouth, allowing my jaw to stretch again.

"Those men from before are going to come in here and use your mouth." she said simply. "I highly suggest you refrain from using any teeth. They don't take kindly to that. The more compliant you are, and the faster you make them cum, the better things will be for you."

Her footsteps retreated out of the room, the door opened, and her voice called "He's ready for you, boys!"

In no time at all, several heavy footsteps entered the threshold...

[stinky-in-pinky]

Intake

He was already sniffling when I entered the room.

Not even five minutes in, not even touched, and already his nose was running like a tottler with no tissue in sight.

Of course, I thought as I tugged on a pair of gloves and stepped toward the diaper cart. It’s always the new ones.

He stood in the corner like he was in time-out, arms awkwardly clenched behind him, hospital gown hanging open at the back. His socks were a reddish pink. They always were. Meant to “ease the transition,” supposedly. But somehow they made them look even more ridiculous.

I watched him from the corner of my eye as I sifted through the stack. Thin, daytime, leak-prone? No. He didn’t seem like he’d be earning that kind of leniency anytime soon.

I pulled out one of the thicker ones, unfolded it slowly, letting the crinkle echo around the quiet tile and plastic of the room. There weren't any pink ones in the room, but he'd be in them sooner or later.

At the sound of plastic unfolding, his knees crumbled and he let out a shrill, hiccupping wail, so sudden and raw it didn’t sound like it belonged to a grown man at all.

He knew what he was in for. They all do if they’ve made it this far. When the Matriarchy deems them unfit to be a man, there is only one path left.

Some come quietly, resigned and numb. Others fight, thrashing and shouting until they’re strapped down and drained of resistance.

And then there are the ones like him. The most pathetic kind. The ones who cry the whole way through. Loud, grating sobs, as if crying like a baby could somehow prove they didn’t belong in diapers. As if wailing might make the sentence seem less fitting, instead of sealing it in place.

I didn’t look at him. I didn’t need to. I just moved to the exam bed and laid the diaper out with practiced ease, giving it a sharp, smooth pat at the center. The powder and wipes were already waiting.

Routine. Predictable. No different from the last dozen or the dozen before that. His cries didn’t matter. They never did. The process was always the same: lay it out, secure the subject, strip them down, and reduce them to what they’ve already been told they are.

“Lie down.” I finally said, my voice loud and echoing through the room.

He sniffled. “N-n-no… no, p-please…”

There it was. The inevitable plea. The one they all thought might make a difference.

I didn’t sigh. I didn’t soften. I only waited, gloved hands loose at my sides, letting the silence stretch. The diaper lay open behind me like a patient verdict, waiting.

He shifted on his feet, eyes darting from the diaper, to the bed, to me, to the diaper, to the door, to the diaper again.

“Please,” he whimpered again, voice cracking, “I’ll be good—”

“Awww...” I said at last, gentle and resigned, trying to maintain my patience. “You think good behavior changes the sentence? Sorry, sweetie! It doesn’t. Not here.”

He trembled harder, chest hitching, eyes going glassy. His feet still didn’t move.

I let the quiet drag another few beats, then lowered my voice until it cut like wire. “Now. Lie down. Or I call the guards. And i'm sure you know by now what they’ll do with you.”

His eyes went wide, horrified at the thought, tears spilling fresh down his cheeks. That always worked. They feared the guards more than they feared the diapers.

Another sniff, another hitch in his breath, but he moved, step by step, toward the table like someone approaching their own grave. When he reached it, he hesitated just long enough for me to enjoy it.

Then he sat. Then swung his legs up. Then laid down.

Good boy.

I stepped to the side, folded back the gown from his hips, and took in the trembling mess of him.

Soaked in sweat, trembling like a leaf, still mumbling “please” like that word had ever saved anyone in here. His thighs clenched together, his hands balled into the sheets.

I tugged at the waistband of his underwear, the last flimsy symbol of adulthood he had left. He gasped as I peeled them down and off, and without ceremony I tossed the bundle into the bin. They would be incinerated with the rest. As gone as the man who once wore them.

You’re not fighting, I thought. That’s something.

At least he wasn’t one of the screamers. At least he hadn’t kicked. Or spit. Or made pointless threats to call a lawyer.

No, this one was already halfway inside his own cage, emotionally speaking. He'd carried the truth in him all along. The diaper didn’t change his fate. It just made it official.”

He whimpered as I spread his legs with a gentle press. Reflexively resisted. But he didn’t stop me.

“You’re doing fine,” I said absently, more to fill the air than anything else.

He wasn’t.

He was blubbering. Red-faced. Sniffling. Eyes glassy and wide with humiliation. As if this—lying on a padded table, legs spread, tabs padding waiting—wasn’t where he was always going to end up.

“You know what comes next, don’t you?”

His lips trembled. He shook his head weakly, like denial might change it.

I reached for the tray. The cage lay waiting there, gleaming under the lights. Small, flat, designed for restraint rather than comfort. A slender catheter extended from the tip, already lubricated and sterile, its tubing curled neatly like it had been waiting for him.

His sob broke into a sharp cry. “N-no, please—please don’t—”

I ignored him. I always did.

His penis was tiny. Shriveled. Retracted. Like it thought if it went into hiding it might escape the inevitable. I pinched it, giving it a few strokes with my two gloved fingers so as to coax it into getting at least a little bigger so as to make it somewhat manageable for my next task. He stood at a full 3 inches almost instantly.

With resigned efficiency, I adjusted my gloves and positioned the catheter. It was always an awkward step, but routine: a little patience, steady pressure, and the body yielded whether it wanted to or not. Resistance gave way, the tubing sliding into place exactly as it was designed to. His thighs quivered, toes curling against the paper sheet as it advanced. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, high and wet.

“In,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. A few more centimeters, until I felt the faint give that told me it was properly seated. I secured the port with a small adhesive strip against his skin, then attached the tubing to the drainage valve built into the base of the cage.

All clean. All self-contained. No control left for him to cling to.

“Shhh,” I said over the sounds of his wet blubbering, guiding the head of the flat metallic cage forward with, efficient hands. “It’s better this way. No more accidents to hide. No more bargaining. Just control where it belongs: with us.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, hands knotting the padding beneath him, fingers digging into the crinkling paper as though that would anchor him. His chest hitched, a strangled sob rattling in his throat, but the rest of him stayed limp. Resigned.

Pathetic, I thought. I was relieved that it was so easy, but also a little embarrassed for him. Most of them at least tried. Kicked, cursed, made me call the guards. It didn’t change the outcome, but it gave them a shred of dignity on the way down. This one couldn’t even muster that. Just sobs and limp compliance, like he already knew he wasn’t worth the fight.

The device slid into place with clinical precision, the catheter seated, the chamber closed, his penis pressed painfully inward with little to no room to move. A turn of the key, and the click echoed sharp in the room.

“See?” I murmured, smoothing the metal once with my gloved thumb. “That wasn’t so hard.”

And you won't ever get to be 'hard' again. I thought, smirking and pondering whether or not he'd realized that himself yet. If he knew his puny penis would never achieve a full erection again.

I wiped him slowly. Thoroughly. Efficiently. He flinched when the cold cloth touched him, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He looked like he wanted to cry harder but didn’t have the water left in his system to make it count.

Poor thing.

I dusted him with powder. No rash yet, but there would be. New ones always thought they could “hold it.” They couldn’t. Not after the formula. Not after the routine. Not after their sense of time and pride dissolved away. The longer he held his bowel movements, the longer they would make him stew in them. I wondered if I should warn him about that.

Na...let him learn it the hard way.

I slid the thick white diaper beneath him, lifting him by the thighs. He let out a quiet, mortified moan. The gravity and finality hitting him in the face again.

“I-it’s not—” he tried to speak, but it caught in his throat.

“Shhh,” I said. “You’re being very brave.”

He wasn’t. But he was being compliant.

And that’s really all I needed.

I brought the front panel up, pressed it down over him with finality, and slowly drew the first tape across with a loud, plasticky rip. Then the second. Then two more, until he was fully sealed in.

Four little sticky declarations that said he no longer had a say in anything. I gave the diaper a light press, smoothing it across his pelvis.

“That’s better,” I murmured. “Now you’re ready.”

His voice cracked when he whispered it. “R-ready… for what?”

I paused, studied him, let the silence draw long enough to sting. “Ready for your assignment,” I said at last. “You’ll still be in a crib, still dirtying diapers, still sucking down ba-ba’s and getting spoonfed mushy num-nums.”

His breath hitched, clinging to that faint hope.

“But don’t fool yourself,” I went on. “You won’t get trucks or blocks or dinosaurs to play with. You’ll get dolls, frilly clothes, and your pacifiers will be shaped very differently.” I leaned in closer, my voice cool, certain. “You won’t be one of the boys. You’ll be one of the girls pleasing the boys.”

I let the words sink in, watching the last of him collapse under their weight. “Because you’re going to the sissy ward.”

His eyes went wide, lips trembling.

It hit him like a body blow. His face crumpled, sobs surging up out of him raw and ragged, his hands clawing helplessly at the tapes as if he could undo what had already been sealed.

I only watched. Did he REALLY not see this coming? Did he think all that blubbering, the limp compliance, and the pathetic begging would do anything but solidify his status as a sissy??

I let him sob for another few seconds, his voice breaking, tears streaking down his blotchy cheeks. Then I exhaled, slow and final.

“Guards!" I called.

The door hissed, and two guards stepped inside, broad and silent, uniforms pressed sharp. He twisted toward them, panicked, sobbing louder. “No, please! PLEASE! Not that! Don’t take me! PLEASE!”

They didn’t hesitate. Thick hands closed around his arms, yanking him off the table. He kicked, thrashed, heels skidding on the tile, diaper crinkling violently with every flail. His voice cracked into high, broken shrieks as they dragged him to the door.

His cries echoed down the corridor, shrill and desperate, carrying long after he was out of sight.

For a moment—just a fleeting moment—I almost felt it: a shred of sympathy. A twinge of pity at the sight of him broken and diapered, being hauled off to something worse.

But then I scoffed at myself. Sympathy was wasted here. He’d earned every tape, every tear, every sob.

And so, I turned back to the cart, already laying out the next diaper.

[stinky-in-pinky]

That tattoo on her arm…

It’s the same one that girl had on her lower back. The one i was talking to at the bar right before i woke up here.

Michael warned me not to talk to any strange chicks while i was here in Eastern Europe. But that girl seemed nice enough, and she was really hot! Now i’m here in some strange facility, chained to a bed in a soiled diaper.

“W-What are you going to do to me?” I asked. Unable to keep my voice from quivering while the girl opened up my dirty diaper and wiped me down l with a cold wipe.

“Me? I no do nothing.” She said in a thick accent, barely paying me any attention. “Big man come in. He fuck you arse. You cry like baby. I come in when he done. Clean up. Put back in diaper til next big man cum. This we do all day.”

What?! I’m part of some underground sex ring?! I tried to protest as she lifted my legs and put them in the shackles, but whatever drugs they gave me left my whole body feel numb. She took my soiled diaper and tossed it in the bin where i could still smell it. Then left, leaving me naked from the waist down.

Not long after, the first man walked. It was Michael, my buddy from back home.

“Michael! You gotta get me out of here! They got me in some sort of illegal sex trade they—wait, why are you smiling?!”

He was grinning from ear to ear as he fiddled with his belt buckle and dropped his pants. “Oh i know EXACTLY what they do here!” He said “And i paid a pretty penny to make you my first client!”

[sotiger]

Clean socks... but full diaper.

[stinky-in-pinky]

“Hmm…they sure don’t seem like they want to cum…” my wife tisked as we awkwardly ran our hands over each other’s diaper.

“They sure don’t…” the Mommy of the other sissy intoned, “maybe we should just call it quits and lock them back up in chastity?”

That kicked us into overdrive. We gripped each others’ diapers harder now, feeling our hard, throbbing cocks pressing beneath the padding. It had been over a month since I’d last been able to cum. Even then, it was only with a vibrator pressing against my chastity cage through my very pissy, poopy diaper. So to finally have the cage off was quite the luxury, I just wish I was able to enjoy it by myself, instead of having some sissy (whose name I don’t even know) groping my cock. It was awkward and unsettling. We avoided each others’ eyes while we pressed our pacifiers together for the giggling girls’ amusement.

Our diapers crinkled as we stroked each other as much as we could without actually reaching our hands in. His diaper was warm and wet. It would have been gross, if I wasn’t so used to mine being in the same state.

“They look so cute together!!” My wife giggled, “are you filming this?”

“Of course!” She said, and I glanced over at her phone pointed right at us, “babies first playdate!”

“Let’s take their paci’s out!”

With one hand she was able to plop both of them from our mouths. “Keep kissing losers!”

We both recoiled, turning up our noses.

“Ohh…so they want their chastity cages to be smaller??”

That got us into gear again. We planted peck after peck of kisses on each others’ glossy lips, eliciting a ton of laughs from our wives.

“Use your tongues!”

“Make it convincing!”

His slimy tongue swirled into my mouth, his hot breath against mine as I worked my own into his.

“Don’t forget what you’re doing…”

His hand ran up and down the length of my cock. I hated to admit it, but it felt really good with his palm pressing against my padded penis. He moaned and whimpered as I did the same to his.

“Nowww they’re getting into it!!” They cackled, camera moving closer to capture me and the other sissy groping and groaning in unison.

“Brandi and Candi sitting in a tree!” They sang, laughing hysterically “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!”

I wonder if my face was blushing as much as his.

“No more hands!” One of them called, “rub your diapers together!“

We complied immediately, not wanting to lose our progress. Brandi—as I guess he was called—turned on his side with a ruffling and crinkling, gripped my hips and pulled me into his. It was faint, but I could feel his hardness through both of our pampers. We grinded into each other, awkwardly at first, until we could find a rhythm. His hands gripped the seat of my diaper, pressing my buttplug further up my ass, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I kind of liked the pressure it was putting on my prostate. My orgasm was building.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Brandi’s little moans were squeaky and pathetic as he humped against me, wriggling back and forth. I returned the same enthusiasm. I was close. So close. I didn’t care what was going on, I was finally going to get to cum!

“Should we tell them?” My wife asked, “I think we should tell them.”

“We better tell them fast,” Brandi’s wife agreed, “before it’s too late.”

I couldn’t even wrap my head around what they were talking about, I was so engrossed in what Brandi and I were doing. Our hesitancy from before long gone, we were two horny, pathetic sluts now.

“Whichever one of you cums first…” she said, “…will be punished.”

I whimpered at that. Of course there would be a catch.

I recoiled, pulling my diaper away from his, but Brandi didn’t seem to like that at all, he was caught in the throes of horniness and was too far gone to think about any consequences. Desperately trying to get to me for friction, getting frustrated when I retreated, he gripped me by the hand and turned me onto my back, climbed on top of me, pinning me down, and started fucking me like a girl in the missionary position. Our diapers ground together as he thrust into me. We were able to get more force and friction this way. He continued to swirl his tongue in my mouth while he humped, his nose whistling as his breath quickened.

But my orgasm was building too. I tried to squirm away, but he held me firm, surprisingly strong in his matching blue dress. I didn’t want to cum. Or maybe I did? It had been so long, but the punishment probably wasn’t worth it. It rarely was. My wife had quite the sadistic side. Who else would put their husband in chastity and diapers for such menial reasons? Well, Brandi’s wife, I guess.

Our pampers pressed together as he pounded me. We must have looked so fucking ridiculous. “Fucking” each other in our diapers and dresses. I felt the pressure building, my hole puckering around my plug. I figured if I pulled him into me, it would help him go faster, maybe we could finish at the same time? Would that count? Is that what they wanted? His eyes went wide as I pressed his plug, but I wasn’t sure if it was in a good or bad way. There was no stopping mine though. As much as I wriggled and writhed, every gyration sent a shockwave down my legs.

Soon, I couldn’t help it. There was no going back, so I might as well embrace it. I pulled him into me, spasming beneath him as my dick erupted and the warmth spread in my diaper while I had a mind shattering orgasm.

“Stop!” They ordered, pulling Brandi off me, who was whining and crying and desperately trying to get his cummies out.

My wife slipped a finger into my diaper, “of course it would be Candi…” she sighed, in a mixture of disappointment and amusement. “Your ass is going to be RED from all the lashes and rashes you’re going to be getting this month…” she untaped my diaper, showing the absolutely massive load of splooge plastered across the yellow padding. I don’t even remember wetting it either, which is sad. She pressed the pissy pamper to my face and made me lick it out while she berated me for being such a pathetic, horny loser that I came from humping another sissy.

By the time she pulled the diaper off my face, Brandi was next to me, diaper open, cock standing straight up in the air. “Poor wittle Brandi wants her chance to cum too!” My wife explained. “I think it’s only fair you help out your little friend…”

I grumbled, but didn’t protest as I reached my hand out, hoping it would earn me some grace.

“Na uh uh…” she tutted, wagging a finger, “I think it’s time to use your mouth…”

My nose turned up, I had never sucked a cock before. At least, not a real one. My wife had been “training” me on her strap for a while, warning me that it was certainly in my future. I just didn’t think it would be so soon.

I’m not sure if his dick tasted like piss, maybe I was just imagining it because of how wet his diaper was. Luckily, his 4 inches weren’t too hard to take deep, but it was hard not to use teeth, especially with my wife and her friend paddling my ass at the same time.

“Get used to it, sissy!” She said between smacks that lit my ass on fire, “the two of you will be making out around a REAL man’s cock sooner or later!”

It didn’t take long for Brandi to spurt in my mouth, and I felt accomplished even as I choked it down.

"Looks like Candi is quite the little cocksucker already!" the lady mused.

"Well I hope so..." said my wife, brandishing a much smaller, yet more menacing looking chastity device, "because now that she is gonna be wearing this extremely uncomfortable inverted cage, she's gonna have to suck a lot of dick to get out of it!"

"Oh don't worry," she said, patting the other sissy on the head, "I'm sure Brandi will be happy to help!"

[dljae2025]

MAN TO INFANT

In recent times, parents have sought ways to get rid of their incells young adults sending them off to the army or other places but recently a new viable option had emerged to make use of them Regression . Ian was like many incells lived in the basement of his parent’s place taking up space and not doing anything with his life . Eventually, it reached fever pitch with his parents finally decided to do something with him. During the night Regression Services came to pick him up his parents signed off on all relevant documents to give him up and signed away his adulthood with a stroke of a pen . He awoke the next morning with a rude awakening, restrained and diaper being told by the staff at the clinic that he was to be regressed . He struggled with the adjustment and was sedated promptly when he showed signs of defiance like the rest sent here . A few hours later post surgery he was a new person. His bladder and bowel muscles were stripped away rendering him fully incontinent and diaper dependent . He woke in his chair, soaking wet and a mess dazed that would have become of him . They had also stripped away his motor control so he can never stand up or walk ever alone or even unassisted . They had also performed a minor lobotomy reducing his faculties and cognition by some from what the nurses could demise, he cannot put now two sentences together without drooling or getting frustrated with him . When he was to be fed by one of the nurses, he was fed a high fat , nutrient soft food that went down cold and tasteless to him . To his utter mortification his diaper were changed as the dirty nappy was taken off him, his ass was cleaned and got around his growing and now cleaned his now castrated flaccid penis and powdered up . For the rest of his day, he was left on the chair listening to hypnotic and white noise suggestions meant to melt his mind away . When he was ready for bed he would be wheeled in his wheelchair back to his room and locked into his bed . The next day he would begin over again here day and day out . Ian is now destined to be rehomed with a loving couple that will attend to all his needs as an Adult Infant and look after him wherever he wanted this or not .

[roquelaureonrecon]

[paddedpara]

Good boy

[247-diaperboy]

Good boy. Now that I have you restrained, I can remove those boxers and lock that useless cock away. Once that is done, I will place that large tunnel-plug into that tight virgin hole of yours before I place the thick crinkle diaper on you.

No complaining boy you said you wanted to be 100% helpless. Once everything is in place and that cage is locked on with that long tube deep inside of your bladder and the plug is in you will be 100% helpless with NO control over anything. From this moment on you will piss and mess your diaper with no control. If you complain I have a pacifier I can lock on that will make you drool and babble like a toddler.

I now own you in every way and I will control every aspect of your life. You will be in diapers and locked in bondage of some form from this day forward.

Say goodbye to being a 22-year-old college student and hello to being helpless diaper slave.

[stinky-in-pinky]

“So you mean to tell me that all of this doesn't bother you? That you really don’t mind being a sissy baby?!”

“Honestly? I HATED it at first. The diapers, the chastity, the pig tails, the makeup, and all that. But, eventually…i learned to like it. I mean, think about it! We never have to worry about where a restroom is, we don’t have any grownup responsibilities other than our chores, and we spend our days getting dominated by two very hot women! Most guys would KILL for this kind of lifestyle!

“But what about all the cocks we have to suck? All the cum we have to eat? And all the diapers we have to dirty?”

“Oh come on! Sucking dick isn’t that bad! Especially once you get better at it! You’ve got to admit is does feel kind of nice when a guy cums in your mouth! It means you look hot and fuckable, that you're doing a good job, even if it is something as taxing as a blow job. The taste of cum and the feel of a dirty diaper is just something you'll just have to get used to. It’s all about your mindset! If you keep thinking about how you’re a slave and everything sucks and is so humiliating, then you’re going to be miserable! You have to learn to look on the bright side of things and learn to enjoy it!”

“I guess...but don’t you wish we could still cum? I don’t know about you, but my balls are constantly aching for release…”

“Oh honey, you just haven’t learned how to cum with a chastity device still on!"

"What? That's possible?!"

"Mhmm!! It’s called a sissygasm! Here, grab your favorite dildo, I'll show you how it’s done! And you’re going to cum twice as hard as you ever did before!!”

[zeewackness-deactivated20170203]

[stinky-in-pinky]

A Douche With No Name

I can't remember his name. Billy? Benny? It doesn't really matter. Just another douchebag from the bar. He was pretty aggressive and pushy, not taking any hints, slurring his words, and having no regard for personal space. The final straw, though, was when he grabbed my ass out of nowhere.

It took a lot to maintain my composure. I took a deep breath and smiled up at him. "Watta you say we go back to my place?"

I was surprised at how quickly he agreed. Not to coming home--any guy would be chomping at the bit to go home with a girl like me. No, I was surprised at how quickly he agreed to let me tie him up. I had to keep my smile from getting too big until the final strap was administered...then I was victorious.

He didn't complain when I put the blindfold on, but he had a lot to say when the pacifier pressed into his mouth, but the large rubber bulb put a stop to that. I cinched it around his head a little tighter than usual.

Getting the completely buttonable onesie around him took some work. He started thrashing a lot, but a couple hard punches to the balls set him straight. The real whining, though, started when he figured out what was going on his waist.

I don't think he knew at first. He looked around quizzically when he heard the crinkling. Once I had it properly fluffed, two more punches to the balls got him to lift his hips. Even when he lowered back down onto it, I still don't think he comprehended. It wasn't until I pulled it up and started taping it on tight that he finally figured it out. I don't really know though, I just assume from the noises he was angrily shouting into his pacifier that he finally put two and two together. He struggled against his bonds and screamed into his gag for most of the night.

******

I was a little disappointed to find he hadn't shit himself by the morning. Still, his pamper was pretty plump. His muffled protests began again once he heard me enter. I ignored him, instead patronizing and degrading him for the state of his diaper. The way his cheeks reddened made me giddy inside.

I snapped my fingers. "Come!" I barked.

There was a jingling of bells as the sissy crawled into the room. This one was named Kyle. Or, 'Kylie', as he was now called. Kyle had been extremely rude to one of my best girlfriends, and even called her a "fat ugly bitch" when she turned him down at the club. I swooped in and took care of that. He was soon in the same position as 'ole whats-his-name here. (Was it Brad? I think it was Brad.) Kylie did poop overnight, and had quite the little mouth on her too boot. She changed her tune pretty quick once the diaper rash started to set in and she was begging for a change though. I had my fun with her and then sent her on her way, but not before administering a flattened steel chastity device. I think it was only two weeks later that Kyle was blowing up my phone begging to do anything, ANYTHING to get the cage off. He eventually did, but not before I got him all dolled up and made him blow a guy in the nightclub bathroom. That was 6 months ago. Kylie's been my pretty little sissy maid ever since. I don't think he'll ever call a girl fat or ugly again.

"Up!" I commanded, Kyle. My tone was so sharp it made Brandon(?) flinch, startled in his position on the bed. Kylie immediately jumped to her feet. "Lift." I said, circling her, watching her quiver.

Kylie gripped the hems of her frilly skirt, and lifted it above her hips, even kicking her leg back into a little curtsey. I'd trained her well.

I didn't need to squish the front of her diaper to tell she was absolutely soaked, but I did it anyway. I also didn't need to bend her at the waist and check for poop, I could smell her from down the hall, but I did it anyway. I liked watching her flush with embarrassment. You'd think she'd be used to it by now. Guess not.

"Tell me what you did in your diaper."

"I went pee peeth and poo poo's Mithstwiss!" Kylie whimpered.

"Higher!"

He repeated it, louder and in a much girlier pitch, but it could still use some work. The lisp was adorable though.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Brody squirm on the bed. Did he know is diaper was in for the same fate?

I gripped Kylie's crotch, pressing my fingers around the stiffness of her cage. "How long has it been?" I asked, leaning in close and speaking softly into his ear.

"17 dayths Misthwess!"

"Not since you came like a slut, idiot!" I barked, smacking him across the face. Obviously I would remember when he spewed through his cage while I was fucking his ass with my 10 inch strap. "I mean when you came like a 'real' boy!"

His bottom lip quivered. "39 dayths Mistwess..." he whimpered, staring straight ahead, "...and 7 hours."

I couldn't contain my evil, wicked cackle. How could I forget when I made him stroke his little 3 inch dick on the floor while absolutely covered in cum at the bukakke party? I still can't get the laughter from all the men out of my head as he spurted his loser load into his splayed open diaper after only six tugs of his two fingers.

"Well, today's your lucky day, sissy..." I giggled, motioning to Blake on the bed. The sissy gulped, shaking, trying to contain his excitement.

"Pull your diaper open." I ordered.

His hands quaked as his fingers fumbled with the waistband of his diaper. He gently pulled it forward, allowing me to see the inside. Sure enough, his flat metallic cage practically had a waterfall of sticky juices leaking out of it. I pulled my bracelet off of my wrist, brandishing the tiny key. It had been a while since I'd used it. I made sure to carefully maneuver it into his diaper, not wanting to get any of his disgusting mess onto my hands. The key slipped into the lock, and I heard his breath catch as I clicked it open. His slimy cock immediately grew to its full 3 inches, dribbling massive amounts of precum. I wasn't worried about him taking off now that his cock was free. The locking choker around his neck would light his ass up like a Christmas tree if he stepped off the perimeter.

"Are you excited?" I giggled, watching him tremble with anticipation.

"Yeth Mistwess!!" He nodded frivolously.

"Go on." I said, tapping his padded bottom. "69."

Barrett—or whatever his god damn name is—started struggling again as Kylie fumbled onto the bed top of him. Maneuvering herself around so that her dirty, droopy diaper was positioned right over Brayden's face. Bryson recoiled from the smell, trying to make himself sink and disappear into the mattress, but there was no escape.

Kylie looked up at me for direction, I gave her a simple nod.

She pressed her poopy pamper down onto Bobby's face. Barnalby screamed and writhed, but between the pamper and the pacifier, it was practically silent. Kylie swished and squished the disgusting diaper back and forth across Beckham's nose and cheeks, his arms tugged and yanked as hard as he could against the restraints, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hump." I ordered, and Kylie eagerly got down on all fours, pressing the entirety of her weight down onto Bryan's body, then slowly grinding against his head. Bentley continued to scream, but Kylie ignored him. She was going nice and slow, obviously trying to savor what little time she was getting outside of her cage. I approved, because it made Billy's torture go on that much longer.

I had to keep a close eye on Kylie and her breathing. She knew to ask permission before she could cum, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have an accident. 37 days is a long time for any so called 'man' to go without cumming.

When I sensed her getting a little too close, I made her stop.

"Flip around. Get between his legs."

Braxton's face was red from the strain of the weight and the lack of oxygen, but a couple of hefty gasps of fresh air cleared that up eventually. Kylie was all too eager to reorient herself into the missionary position, she once again looked to me for approval. "Have fun, little one." I said as I moved towards the headboard. Kylie started furiously humping like a rabbit. It was pathetic and adorable all at the same time. I wonder if she actually felt like a 'real' man, finally doing the humping for once, even if it was against another diapered loser. I made Kylie edge herself several times, much to her chagrin. Her whimpers were music to my ears as she bucked her hips in the air desperately.

"Alright Kylie, this is it." I said, leaning over next to Brooks, whispering in his ear, "and for you...it's time for you to see your future!"

With that, I ripped the blindfold off, letting Bruce's eyes adjust to the assault of light on his senses. Once they regained focus, his mouth fell agape at what was on top of him. A pretty, pathetic, sissified loser was going to town on him, diaper to diaper, in a pink fluffy dress with make-up running down her face.

I don't know exactly what words came out of Benson's mouth, but it sounded something like "You people are fucking crazy."

"Mommy can I make goo goo's?" Kylie asked in her squeaky high-pitched voice, "Can I make goo goo's, Mommy? PLEASE can I make goo goo's???"

"You may, slut."

The most pathetic moans i've ever heard in my life erupted from Kylie's mouth. Her back arched upward as she drove everything she had into her thrusts, pumping her pampers into Bobby's.

Kylie collapsed onto him, heaving deep, hefty sighs of relief. Brandon still recoiled beneath him. It took several minutes for Kylie to finally raise her head again.

"Back into your cage, I'm afraid." I shrugged, not the least bit sympathetic to Kylie's desperate pleas and whines. I made her put the cage back on herself, sealing her own fate once more.

"And you..." I said to Brennan, strolling to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out another tiny metallic cage. "It's time for yours!"

Bernard writhed and struggled once more, but Kylie held him down as I climbed between the captive’s legs and began removing the tapes of his diaper.

For the first time, I audibly gasped as i pulled it open. Much to my surprise, there were ropes of sticky, white jizz opening up with it. Bruno's dick was still hard, and still leaking a thick, creamy liquid onto his belly.

"Looks like someone enjoyed themselves..." I cackled, relishing the way Barry cringed in on himself. "Well Kylie..." I said as I looped Brendan's sticky balls into the chastity ring, "Looks like you're going to have a new sissy sister!"

I regarded the pathetic little douchebag on the bed, reduced from an arrogant asshole to a grumbling, whimpering little loser that just came himself from a sissy spasming on top of him. A new pet to add to my stables. “…and we’re gonna name him Betsy!”

[wittl3sissybaby]

"Please, Master, can I have my diaper changed?"

“Well I’d say you definitely need it, slave. Look at you, you’re leaking all over my floor! But you know what you have to do in order to earn a change around here don’t you?”

“Y-yes sir…”

“Tell me what you have to do, slave.”

*sniffles* “I have to s-s-suck your…c-cock.”

“Aww, what’s the matter faggot? Why all the tears? I thought you wanted to be my little diaper slave? You were begging me for it online. Weren’t you?”

But that was when Derek thought he was talking to a woman. He probably should have checked. Should have verified before coming over to a stranger’s house, but he was too excited. He thought it was too good to be true.

And it was.

He still got to be a diaper slave. But instead of it being for a woman named Lisa, it was for a man named Larry.

“It’s just a little blowjob. It won’t take long if you show a little enthusiasm and use lots of tongue. Then you can have a nice clean diaper and even a belly full of some…milk. Come on, that’s it. Mmm, there’s that warm mouth. You’re gonna be surprised one of the best faggots in my stables, just you watch!”

[playfulsubspace]

The bright lights of the streaming setup felt like a spotlight on my shame, every shadow a reminder of the small, padded cell that was now my prison. I shifted against the restraints, the medical straps digging into my skin, a futile attempt to escape the humiliating reality. I was dressed in this ridiculous blue onesie, a stark white diaper peeking out from beneath, and the cuffs on my arms and legs were a constant, chafing reminder of my captivity. My mouth was gagged, and I could only watch the taunting messages flood the chat as the camera zoomed in, my terror laid bare for all to see.

I glanced at the chat box, a tidal wave of cruel words washing over me – some mocked my predicament, some made lewd suggestions, a few even offered to “help” my tormentor. This wasn’t a game; this was my life, reduced to a public spectacle. I tried to yell, to scream, to do something, but the white ball in my mouth robbed me of my voice, and the straps held me firmly in place. This was her doing, this "Mistress," who had stolen my freedom and now was showing me off like a prize.

Then she moved into the frame, her voice amplified by the microphone, a honeyed poison that dripped with mockery. "Look at our little boy," she purred, her hand tugging at my restraints, and a wave of laughter flooded the chat. "He tried to trick me. He thought he was smarter than me. But who is laughing now?" I could only watch as she adjusted the camera, giving the audience a closer look at my tearful face. "Our little Ethan can't talk with that big ball in his mouth. But he can see all of you. He can see what his actions have caused." This "punishment," as she called it, was about more than the diaper and the straps; it was about stripping me of everything, making me feel as pathetic and powerless as possible. I was trapped, a live-action punishment play performed for the twisted amusement of strangers and my cruel captor.

[babydou15]

Let’s show the whole city how much of a baby you are, Buddy.

And there’s no escape from these pajamas until this diaper is filled to the brim.

- Daddy

[adultbabystories]

Are you ready for the bouncer? Are you ready for Daddy’s special bouncer, made for boys just like you?

Your hands and legs will be strapped and hang in the air, your whole body will float in the middle of the nursery in front of a giant TV screen. You’ll be lifted into your “seat”. It will press every inch of your diaper, from every direction, especially onto your special parts. Daddy knows how to make his boy excited about being an adult baby. For some boys, it comes naturally, for some it doesn”t, but every boy must undergo this treatment. It’s mandatory in Daddy’s house. Daddy knows how to make a boy excited, what makes him tick, and what parts of his body should be cared for if he wants the boy to be excited about baby shows, pacifiers, bottles, and diapers. Daddy knows what parts need to be pressed.

Yes, he will make you excited about Barney and Bluey. Yes, he will make you excited about sucking your pacifier. Yes, he will make you excited about cuddling him on his bare hairy chest. Yes, he will make you crave the bouncer. The bouncer will get you hooked on ABDL.

Before your first special afternoon, Daddy will slip a big, lubed, custom-shaped butt plug, that with every bounce will press your prostate so hard you’d think you are about to release a sticky with every passing minute. Then he will add a booster in front of the diaper, so your pointed-down little stiffy will continue to rub against the bouncer sear, and with every wetting the sensation be so slippery and addictive. You’ll be gooning and edging yourself for hours watching the bright colors in the nursery. You’ll be making moans and baby sounds, bouncing in the air, enjoying every second of it. You’ll try to move around as much as you can, excited by the lights and your body sensations. It will be so wonderful and intense, so sexy, you’d wish you were made an adult baby boy sooner in life.

You don’t only want Daddy from now on, you’ll need him. Only he can put you in place. In the bouncer seat. -------------------------------- Every boy has to go on the bouncer. @bilbng86 will go first today.

[247-diaperboy]

They claim to be straight

It’s amazing how simple it is. I don’t care how “straight” they claim to be. Keep them locked up in chastity long enough, and they’ll eventually become putty in your hands. Do you have any idea the rush you get from having two pitiful slaves whimpering around in their Pampers all day at your every beck and call?

But the *real* fun comes after about 2 weeks. When you’ve been edging them and having them watching so much gay porn and hypno videos that their mind is in a literal fucking haze and all they can think about is getting their little baby batter out.

That’s when you unlock them. Take their diaper off and then their cage, but before you put the diaper back on, shove a suppository or two up their bum. They’ll be begging and pleading to cum. Their tiny dicks free from their little prison, leaking their loser juices all over themselves. But don’t let them. Put that diaper right back on over their twitching little clitties.

And that’s when you tell them.

They are now allowed to cum. But they can’t touch themselves. They can’t use their hands. They can’t even use the floor. Watch their pathetic little baby brains spin as they try to figure out what the fuck you want them to do with their feeble little minds.

Eventually they figure it out: you want them to use each other. Their tummies are gurgling by this point. But their urge to cum is stronger. It’s amazing how quickly that “straight male” persona evaporates when they’re horny enough.

Their diapers are soiled before they know it, but they don’t care. Soon they’re on top of each other playing humpy humpy in their Huggies.

It’s really something to watch. The way they whimper and whine. The way they try to avoid eye contact as they try to use each other to get off. How they start crinkling in rhythm with each other and their moans crescendo.

But the best part? The best part is when they’re done. After they’ve made stickies in their Pampers and the post-nut clarity washes over them. You can see the shame in their eyes as they climb off each other and what they’ve just resorted to is evident in their diapers.

At this point I have them change each other. Forced to wipe the mess the other made and reapply each other’s cages.

It’s a very humbling process for them. They swear they’ll never do it again. But two weeks later, we all know they’ll be right back at it, and they’ll be even more eager and efficient the next time.

[pampered-boys-deactivated202310]

Cheating Costume

Max walked out in shame so that his girlfriend could see the costume that she picked out for him. You see, Max had been caught cheating on her with another girl. His girlfriend was furious and was going to breakup with him. However, he begged her to stay and said he would do anything to make her stay. She smirked and knew immediately what she wanted from him. As he slowly walked into her view, she started laughing. He was wearing a big blue baby bonnet, a rubber pacifier, and bib that read “mommy’s naughty boy, and a thick white diaper. He looked like an overgrown toddler and was even pouting like one too. She quipped at him,”Aw is baby upset?” He blushed and sucked up the last of his pride as they both walked out the front door to go trick-or-treating.

[babybobbysstories]

A Horsey Ride

Note to the reader: This is a sequel to the story Putting a Sissy in His Place, which can be found here; https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/babybobbysstories/689874434168930304?source=share

Ethan swung his legs impatiently from his locked perch in his highchair as Nana held the large baby bottle of warm milk to his mouth.

“That’s mommy’s little sweetie,” she commended him as he dutifully drank the tepid liquid.

His diapers were absolutely soaked and occasionally, the childish smell of his incontinence would waft up to surround them. Long gone, were the days when he could keep his diapers dry for more than a few hours. Now, he peed himself freely without any thought or concern—after all, it wasn’t like Nana or Megan were ever going to potty-train him and he could count on wearing his humiliating diapers indefinitely.

At last, the bottle was emptied, and Ethan waited restlessly for Nana to unlock his feeding tray and release him. He wanted to get back to playing with his over-sized Legos in his nursery and the big house he was currently making.

Nana took her time, as she was in no particular hurry, cleaning his face with a wet washcloth which was messy with caked on baby food. After that, she cleaned the tray and put things away. Meanwhile, Ethan fidgeted and squirmed in his seat, his clammy wet diapers squishing beneath him in a humiliating reminder of his lack of control.

Finally, Nana unlocked the serving tray and took Ethan’s hand, leading him down the hall and into his nursery. Unlike other parts of the house, his room smelled strongly of stale pee and diapers, but both had become used to it and only Megan and Frank were put off by it anymore.

Sitting him down on his changing table, Nana tugged his clinging wet plastic panties down and deposited it into his substantial diaper pail. This was followed by the thick, sopping wet Birdseye cotton pinned snugly around his hips.

“My...you’re really wet today. You need your diapers just like a two year-old, don’t you?” she stated condescendingly.

Ethan wasn’t sure if the question was meant rhetorically so he merely shrugged as his cheeks reddened with shame.

Helen cleaned his damp bottom and front area before taking a medium sized jelly butt plug and after coating it with Vaseline, stuffed it into his pouting bottom. Ethan squealed at the rubbery invasion but of course, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He only hoped he wouldn’t be forced to wear it for too long.

“Today, Little Miss Priss, I’m going to have you milk yourself,” she told him, speaking to him in a tone of voice like she were addressing a toddler.

Before Ethan could ask what she meant, she took his big cock-shaped pacifier and pushed it into his quivering mouth, stifling whatever he was trying to say. Normally, Nana liked to squeeze the bulb on the opposite end, to fill his mouth with a dose of creamy semen but today she was in short supply and she had other plans.

Leaving him sitting on the changing table, Nana walked over to his pink, flower print dresser and pulled out his King Kong Dong, a massive, very life-like, seven-inch dildo with a suction cup base. Walking over to his wooden rocking horse, she carefully positioned the dildo upright, strategically placing it on the seat where Ethan normally rode it. The sissy watched all this with growing concern, realizing that the butt plug that was inside him was just the preparation for the much fatter rubber monster that was awaiting him on his horse. Standing him up, she bent him over, pulled out his butt plug, and made him straddle the rocking horse. Taking the Vaseline, she stuffed another dollop inside his back hole and then coated the fat head of the dildo generously.

Ethan whimpered and shook his head but Nana only ignored him. With her hands on his waist, she adjusted his position until the blunt cock head of the dildo was pressing against his sphincter.

Ethan’s eyes were wide open as he squealed desperately through his pacifier, shaking his head to avoid being impaled by the monstrous shaft. Firmly pushing down on him, she watched as he cried out as the huge cock head slide inside of his defeated sissy hole. He felt it stretching him and he couldn’t believe how big it was. Moaning helplessly, he sank lower in defeat as the huge shaft slowly became buried inside him.

Helen smiled smugly as she made sure he lowered himself all the way, filling himself completely with the rubbery cock.

“There you are,” she said with great satisfaction, “Just what a little sissy pantywaist needs. Now I want to see you rock back and forth like you normally do. I’ll turn on your Barney show and we’ll just let that nice big dildo do its thing.”

Walking over to the TV set (which was restricted to children’s only channels), she turned it on and the nursery was filled with the sounds and childish antics of the familiar purple creature.

Doing as he was told, Ethan began to slowly rock forward and back, feeling the slippery rubber cock sliding deeper into him every time he went back. With his weight on the dildo, he moaned helplessly through his cock pacifier.

Nana came over and placed a small bowl beneath his chastity device, to capture all the semen that would soon be flowing from his swollen balls.

Ethan tried to distract himself with the show playing on the TV but the titanic rubber shaft stretching his hole to capacity ensured his complete attention.

After five minutes, a small pool of goo had covered the bottom of the bowl and after ten minutes, there was nearly a quarter cup that had leaked out of his steel device.

Every time he slowed down, Nana looked up from the book she was reading to scold him and make him resume. His back passage was getting sore now from all the stretching it was having to suffer. Ethan moaned weakly every time he leaned back as he felt the leviathan push deeply into his rectum—his sissy pussy was certainly being filled today! He could also feel the slow dribble of his fluids into the bowl before him and he hated Nana for making him drain his precious semen in this way. Helen, on the other hand, was immensely pleased with her cleverness, and she looked forward to filling the squeeze bulb on his pacifier with all the accumulated sissy juices.

Just then, Megan strode into the nursery, her cute nose wrinkling with disdain at the strong, pungent smell of pee in the room.

“Well, looks like my little pantywaist is enjoying himself,” she grinned as she looked down on Ethan rocking back and forth. It was only then that she spied the massive rubber shaft he was sitting on, plunging up inside him with every motion he made backwards.

“I thought I’d change things up a bit from his usual enema milking,” her mother explained, “I kind of like this method, because he’s actually milking himself.”

The two of them giggled as Ethan’s face blushed a bright red.

He wanted badly to stop and get up off the gigantic cock but he knew better than to disobey his Nana. She was only too happy to pull him over her lap for a well-deserved paddling—Ethan would do anything to avoid that fate.

No, he just had to keep riding this massive rubber cock, however painful it was until Nana told him he was finished. Holding onto the two wooden pegs on either side of the horse’s head, Ethan rocked back and forth and felt the big, slippery dildo plunging deeply into his rectum. Ignoring Ethan for the time being, the two women caught up with each other, paying little attention to the sissy’s desperate moans and squeals.

“Now you know how I feel when Frank has his big, manly cock inside me,” Megan told him after a particularly girlish moan escaped from Ethan. “It’s so big, it hurts me sometimes,” she added.

Ethan felt more semen ooze out of his tiny caged penis as he sat back, burying the rubbery monster to the hilt deep into his sissy hole.

“Okay Little Miss Priss, I think that’s enough for today,” Helen said as she reached down and picked up the bowl. The two women were amazed at how much had been drained from him and Nana began filling the squeeze bulb with it.

Always eager to watch her former husband being humiliated, Megan stood by until her mother had finished siphoning all of the accumulated spunk. Putting the bulb back behind the plastic guard of Ethan’s pacifier, she gave it a good squeeze, blasting a huge load into Ethan’s mouth. He squealed in protest and waved his hands in the air as the other two laughed at his helpless, sissyish display. He struggled but soon gulped it all down, just as Nana squeezed it again, giving him a fresh batch to savor. It left a slick coating on the inside of his mouth as he dutifully swallowed it all down.

“Alright, bedwetter boy,” Nana said as she helped lift him off the wooden horse, “I better get you back in your diapers before you wet yourself.”

Ethan blushed with shame. He had just submissively submitted to being thoroughly ass-fucked and swallowing two huge loads of his own cum without being given the opportunity for even the smallest orgasm.

“It’s time for my baby to be pinned into his diapers and then it’s an early bedtime for you, sissykins,” she told him as she began smearing Desitin across his bottom.

“Looks like you’ve got things well under control here,” Megan said as she made ready to leave, “Goodnight, Babykins.”

Ethan waved weakly at his mommy as Nana sprinkled his tiny little chastity cage with powder and brought up his thick diapers to pin them around his hips. After pulling his pink rubber panties up, Ethan soon found himself being tucked into his crib to look forward to another long, wet night.

The whole experience had left him horny and frustrated again but then, this was just another day in the diaper-wetting sissy’s nursery.

THE END