A very, very, very, very, very, very tiny part of Kathy felt bad for Steven as she stared at the photo attachment that just arrived in her email.
The part that remembered seeing him for the first time at that frat party. He was so smart, and funny. The part that remembered how fun he was to be around. The part that remembered how fun their wedding was.
But every other part of her? Savored every delicious aspect of the ludicrous photo. Fucking small-dicked perverted diaper faggot deserved this. Period. For years sheâd put up with his tiny dick and his inability to remain hard during sex. She couldnât even give him a blowjob without it staying soft. Then one day she found out what he was really into and it certainly wasnât pussy: Diapers. Humiliation. Bondage. And paying dominatraxes to treat him like an adult baby. It was revolting and she was enraged, especially because she was the bread winner and it was her money going to the dommes.
So she slowly plotted her revenge, with help from her mom, who was equally revolted by her son-in-law. Finally they found a dominant daddy, a master, who said he could take her husband off her hands. âDisappear him for good and turn him into what he thinks he wants but in a much worse way.â
Money was exchanged. Promises made. And then one dayâŠhe was just gone. The paper trail made it seem like heâd run off with another woman overseas. Instead he was the permanent baby slave of a cruel man. Kept in diapers 24/7. Babified. Caged, cribbed, spanked, regressed, pacified, forced incontinence. And best of all, turned into a cocksucking queen who got ass-fucked on a nightly basis as well. Heâd never see sunlight again. Heâd know nothing but diapers and punishment and cock. She now looked at the latest pic and saw the hope had drained from his eyes. He looked like a puzzled, diapered piece of cattle. He must know his fate now, even if his mind was starting to lose its bearings. Eventually he probably wouldnât even remember her, would just know his poopy Pampers and his master. She deleted the pic per the masterâs instructions, but the memory was already seared in her mind and would provide useful during that nightâs masturbation session with her vibrator. Poor baby.
If the sissy was allowed to talkâor at this point even capable of it, quite franklyâhe would have his masterâs ex-wife to say thank you to for the fact the diapered faggot at least gets some sunshine and has a view.
Karen had been married to Bill for 10 years by the time they divorced amicably. She knew all about his love of dominating diaper sissies but he was also a great lover and a great worker and just a good guy. Eventually though they had different wants and needs in life so they split.
But Karen still visited and it was on one of this excursions that Bill showed off the nursery he had built in the basement of their old home. Crib. Changing table. Diaper shelves. Mobiles. Dresses hanging. Pretty impressive. And dark and dank and depressing as hell.
âHon, this is great for a dungeon but youâre going to be taking EVERYTHING from this pansies, including their ability to communicate or control their bowels and bladders, so you have to give them some light in their life. You canât have the nursery be in this basement.â
Drats, thought Bill. And so at a pretty good expense he instead turned a spare bedroom into the nursery. Same crib. Same changing table. Same everything. Except now the sissies had a nice view onto the street theyâd never be allowed onto alone as well as the sunshine that came in each day. So nice!
The sissy now stirred and stared out that window. He still had enough of his mind left to hold onto some tiny regrets for getting into this situation. Heâd just graduated college after all when he threw it all away to go live as a permanently feminized and babified diaper slut. Gave up a job offer. Gave up his girlfriend. Gave up his parents. All of it. All so he could be punished and degraded and kept in diapers for the next, oh, 55 years or so, or at least a few months until his daddy got sick of him and found a new baby for the nursery and left this one on the street or with another master.
But at least that sunshine felt good. Thanks, Karen.
"All I want to make sure of is that you truly want this.â A sweet, magical Cupid, pigtailed and with fairy wings, fluttered in front of the blonde boy with his tie loosened.
The boy, Ollie was frustrated with the little magical fairy. âOf course I want this!! Youâre supposed to give me everything I want!!â The excitement, the disbelief and joy heâd felt when the little thing appeared, his pathetic dream actually come true, whether it was Cupid or a fairy or what, Ollie wasnât sure. All he knew is heâd wished on his lonely night to finally get everything he wanted. No more loneliness. No more Valentineâs Days spent alone!
Ollie had it all, but it never felt that way. Heâd gone to the best schools, done it all right, undergrad to law school to a prestigious firm. Except it didnât feel that way spending every night alone in his fancy apartment. His Cupid finally appeared that night when Ollie was deep in a bottle of expensive Bordeaux wishing, pathetically, that he had a Valentine.
âI just have to insist you understand,â the fairy continued. âI can make people fall in love, sure, but what truly builds happiness is when I construct a reality where you both truly need what the other is. A completely compatible relationship thatâs most suited for you personally. For some people, that can be a bit of a shock. What your heart is most suited for is almost never what youâd expect.â
Ollie was drunk, lonely, and had a mental image of maybe a hot blonde who was a little fatter than heâd prefer or something. Who cares. âOBVIOUSLY!â Heâd shouted. âJust... do it! Give me a loving relationship. Iâm ready.â
Ollieâs Cupid smirked a little. Some cases were harder than others. Many of the people whose wishes she granted were deserving sweethearts who just wanted love. Then there were the Ollies: entitled, stuck up, not really marriage material for most without some serious changes. Ollie wasnât evil or cruel, just a bit of a brat. Brat... that made her think of one of her more deserving men of the day. But she... why not? Ollie would be perfect, actually. She was sure he would disagree... for now, anyway. Had he annoyed her less, she might have been reminded of Megan: the perky redhead who specifically said she wanted a rich lawyer whose cock she could worship. Oh well!
Instead, she was reminded of Dave, a sweet divorced man with a sissy kink and a Daddy vibe. Sheâd make Ollie suddenly obsessed with the idea of being a sissy... connect them online... deepen both of their feelings for one another... Ollie would need some serious pushes to being the type of sissy Dave wanted, but sheâd made more dramatic changes...
âLook Daddy...â Olivia purred in Daveâs ear. âItâs snowy! So pwetty!â
The now failed attorney giggled as her Daddy patted her diapered bottom. âThatâs right baby, snow! Do you wanna go play in it later?â
âHehehe... noooo! So cold! I want Daddy again later...â Olivia giggled and nuzzled her head into her Daddyâs warm chest. Sheâd had Daddy six times that day already. For a man in his 40s, Dave wanted it as badly as anyone sheâd ever met. Certainly more than sheâd been able to, back when she was playing grown-up (a perfect term her Daddy had given her for her time before meeting him!)
Dave, meanwhile, couldnât believe his luck. Just two years ago heâd been ready to give up on his dream of truly owning and spoiling a sissy baby. But what sissy baby wanted to actually live full time? To give up their boy life and move into a mobile home in the country? Then Cupid had promised him, it was possible. True love would happen for him. He just had to be patient and sieze the opportunity. Olivia, then âOllie,â had messaged him the next week and it moved so fast from there. Sure, sometimes she did seem like she regretted it. He wasnât sure. She would just go a little fuzzy. But most of the time, like right now, their lives were a dream come true for Dave, and he was going to be the best Daddy ever to thank the universe for making it happen. Ollie, meanwhile, was trapped inside the magic of Cupidâs influence. Heâd kicked and screamed as his life spiraled out of control, only to end up here, for all the world to see: head over heels in love. As a complete sissy baby.
I woke up slowly and groggily but immediately felt wrong. So wrong. My legs were so smooth. My hair was tickling my neck. My lips felt sticky and I smelled like... baby powder and the inside of a Sephora?
Wait, what was happening? I woke up a little more and immediately wished I hadnât. I felt a sudden, awful moment of realization. This was bad. This was really bad. She hadnât. No no no. I stumbled out of the small bed and realized fully where I was. I stumbled over to the mirror, and...
No... NO! NO. NO. NO. WHAT HAD SHE... WHAT HAD THAT BITCH DONE??? NO! NOOOOO!!!
I couldnât even scream. I knew what my voice would sound like, and I couldnât bear to hear it. I couldnât bear knowing that the big, fluffy, fat diaper I was wearing would soon be filled with my own wetness and messes, that the ringlet curls were likely permanent, as were the breasts I had...
It had always felt like a total joke. Iâd never believed her. What my Mother did, what these people did, to those boys was cruel. âSissy Solutions.â It disgusted me. I always hid my distaste for it, but I thought it was awful. I actually have lost sleep thinking about the sissies Iâd met... ambitious young men turned regressed whiny wimpy sissies. I had nightmares where I woke up in a pink diaper, my Mother cooing over me...
She knew though, that this was my worst nightmare come to life. Thatâs why sheâd done it. All because Iâd cheated on Prudence. Why had I agreed to date her?? She was such a weirdo!!! She played with stuffed animals and dressed so prissily and... I could do so much better, I had done so much better, Emily Ann was gorgeous, of course Iâd made out with her, she liked me... I even officially dumped Prudence the next day...
None of that mattered now. Iâm a sissy. Iâm a diapered sissy. My own Mother had put me into her most intensive sissficiation because Iâd cheated on her best friendâs daughter...
âAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!â I finally let loose, and burst into sobs hearing my new high-pitched voice. âThithh ithh my voicthh.â More sobs. Sheâd given me a horrible, lilting, lisping, high pitched voice. For some reason, my first thought was Bye-Bye, law school. Bye bye, most things...
âOh my, someoneâs woken up!â My Mother walked into the room, along with... God, NO!!!
âHiya there pretty-boi!â Prudence giggled in her high pitched voice. Less than mine, I thought with a pang of humiliation. âSomeoneâs a cutie patootie! Way to go Aunt Millie!â
My Mother smirked. âGood job to YOU, Prue! After all,â She made direct eye contact with me and my heart sank. âYou made practically every decision!â
âPrudenthh... I mean, Prue-denthh...â I burst into tears. âPLEATHH! Help me!â
âIâd LOVE to! We were going to suggest the same thing!â She giggled. âYour Mama offered me an internship... so Iâm going to shepherd your whole adjustment period! Isnât that exciting?? A friendly face! Just donât tell anyone we dated, itâs totally embarrassing!â She giggled and winked.
#2:
Every morning, my Mother (who I am now only capable of referring to as Mommy or Mama, UGHHHH) and Prudence (Mithh Prudenthh, I learned sheâd insisted on the lisp specifically so she could hear me lisp her own name!) burst into my room, full of energy and excitement, ready to walk me through the humiliation of the day.
On my first day, it was the basics. At Miss Prudenceâs insistence, my new legal name was âAnnabella Rose,â which I suppose was technically based on my old name of Andrew Ryan... a name, by the way, which I was incapable of uttering despite how hard I tried. I could stomp and cry and all I could stammer out was âMy name's Annabella Rose!â No lisp there, I noticed.
The next day, makeup. Miss Prudence giggled her way through the day, teaching me every aspect of how to do my new routine. She also informed me that my cheeks were permanently blushed and my lips were stained forever pink, not that I couldnât use lipsticks to change the color, but Iâd never go âwithoutâ again.
The following day, I learned everything there was to know about my diapers. The whole time, Mama had been teaching Miss Prudence how to change my diaper, letting them both get a nice look at the specialty chastity cage installed on all sissies who came through here. It was pink, glittery, and totally impenetrable. Despite knowing for a fact that no sissy had ever managed to cum inside it, I tried every night, falling asleep sobbing and wishing Iâd been faithful.
Weeks went by. I was told my muscles had atrophied so much that I needed to re-learn how to do most things... and therefore there were many things Iâd never, ever, re-learn. Sports, running, lifting heavy things, never again. My walk would forever be more mincing and waddling than before.
One day Mommy had left and Miss Prudence and I were left alone. She cooed and checked my wet diaper. âDoes little Annabella need a change?â I nodded meekly.
âMitthh Prudenthh?â She giggled and nodded. âI just wanna thhay, Iâm sowwy.â I was so mad at her, but... she was my only real friend here, and I wanted her on my side a little. âIâm so sowwy I made kissies with siwwy Miss Emiwy Ann!! I withh I could take it all back!!â
âOh darling!â She cooed. âItâs okay. I forgive you.â She started taping up my new diaper. âIn fact... I wasnât sure if I wanted to tell you this yet, but since youâve been sweet...â She leaned in to whisper. âThis wasnât your Mommyâs idea!!! It was MINE!â
âAnd it wasnât because you cheated... itâs why I crushed on you in the first place! So we could be a sissy-baby and Mommy couple, forever! And youâre PERFECT!â
I sat on the changing table in shock. âYou w-wanted me to be like thithhh??â She nodded gleefully. My heart sank again. I was so fucked.
#3:
Four months had gone by since Iâd been brought to Sissy Solutions. Six weeks had gone by since my ex(?)-girlfriend, Miss Prudence, had admitted that the only reason she had such a mega-crush on me is she knew dating the son of a Sissy Solutions senior director was her best bet to having her dream come true: a sissy baby of her very own.
Sheâd confided in me since admitting her plan to me how much sheâd always hated men, how she wished she could do this to every boy she knew... but I was a good start. Meanwhile, my programming had kicked in so strongly that I wasnât able to do anything but coo, agree, and profess my love and admiration for this girl who had sentenced me to a life of dresses and diapers. Some nights I dreamed of sports, living as a man, kissing my former crush, Emily Ann, her luscious hair and perfect breasts and gym-toned body... only to wake up to Miss Prudence tickling my tummy and inspecting my diaper.
âBaby! Exciting news! Your Mama and I spoke, and her and I agreed! From now on... sheâs gonna be Aunt Millie, and can you guess what youâll be calling me from now on?â
I could. âM-Mommy?â
She gave me a big hug and a wet kiss. âTHATâS RIGHT! Oh my gosh, my good sissy!!â Another wet kiss. âYouâve become such a perfect girl... I was worried... you were a bit of an ambitious, cocky, stupid boy...â Another kiss on my cheek. âBut NOW! Oh my gosh. Youâre perfect.â
I nodded meekly. Sheâd done it, she was right. Iâd been ruined.
âNow, todayâs a BIG day. Mommyâs gonna teach her baby how to walk again!â
After a whole day of sweatily re-learning to waddle in my diaper on a treadmill, I was as exhausted and humiliated as Iâve ever been. I could hardly bear the thought of being in this facility for another minute.
âMommy,â I knew I would regret asking. âWhen can we go home?â She gasped and kissed me.
âOh sweetheart, soon, so soon, Iâm so glad you want to finally start our lives together!!â
All you can do is cover your face in shame as the crushing weight of your new reality overwhelms you.
This is how youâll spend the rest of your life.
âAww, where did my baby go, hmm? Is hims hiding cause Momma sees hims soggy diapie? My what a silly boy I have!â
Youâll never be anything but the helpless baby she turned you into. Never experience a single moment of adulthood ever again.
And you are helplessâshe made sure of that.
âMaybe hims is so shy cause hims didnât even know his diapie was so full of tinkles! Is that it? Does that make you feel like a baby?â
She wasnât content with merely putting you in diapers and redecorating the guest room as a nursery. Not after what you did.
No, she wanted to strip you of every fiber of adulthood.
Last week, you were startled awake by five men saying something about a Littleâs Center, whatever that was. You thought it was some kind of joke.
At least until you saw the police officer. He warned you not to struggle. That you could go willingly or in handcuffsâbut you were going no matter what.
The whole time, your wife smiled at you.
When you asked why, she said, âYou didnât think I knew about Rebecca? This is what cheaters deserve, honey.â
Once you arrived at the Littleâs Center, a stern woman explained the processâthe last time anyone spoke to you as an adult.
Your eyes went wide in terror as she went down the list. Your wife bought the complete package. You were going to lose your continence, all sexual function, the majority of your motor skills, your ability to talk like an adult, your ability to read, and finally, your ability to eat anything but breastmilk and formula.
If you thought they were joking, the next few days proved you wrong as you lost more and more abilities.
âBut silly boy, you are a baby now! Mommaâs itty bitty baby boy! Yes you are! Yes you are! You couldnât be a big boy even if you tried! You belong right here in your nursery, honey.â
Youâve only been back from the Littleâs Center for two daysâtwo grueling, humiliating daysâyet it already felt like an eternity.
You thought she would be angry when you got back, wanting to chastise you for cheating on her.
Yet she never once acknowledged itâor anything about your past life. From the moment she picked you up, she was nothing but a loving, doting Momma.
She immediately immersed you in your new world of pastels, diapers, and early bedtimes. You learned how humiliating it is to be fully, utterly reliant on your wife for your sustenanceâbreastfeeding every mealâfollowed by those horrible burps once you finish.
âAll you have to do is let go, baby. Youâre gonna be my diapered prince forever and ever! Donât fight it. Be the happy baby youâre meant to be!â
As if you could fight it.
You can barely walk, barely talk, and letters might as well be written in Chinese for all you understand them.
Yet she thinks your silly, uncoordinated gait and new high-pitched, lispy voice is just the cutest thing ever.
âAww, still feeling shy? Thatâs okay, baby. Itâs hard having big feelings, isnât it? Iâll get that diapie changed in a flash, and then itâs nap time!â
Youâre not even tired, but itâs not like she gives you any say anymore.
As you feel the cold air rush onto your useless private parts, you try not to think about the future. Or all the things you lost.
Not when youâre here in your pastel prison, getting your diaper changed.
âDoesnât a dry diapie feel better, baby? No more icky peepee diapie. All dry and powdered! Yes you are!â
She tickles your tummy.
âCâmon mister, letâs get you all snuggled in your crib. Maybe you wonât be so pouty after a nappy poo, hmm?â
You toddle to your crib, earning more giggles from her, and get under the blanket.
âIsnât this so much better, honey? No more big boy worries? Just a lifetime of cuddles and diapers, snuggles and Momma. What more can a baby like you ask for?â
She kisses your forehead.
âSleep tight, baby. Momma will come get you in an hour. And baby, youâre gonna love your new lifeâI promise.â
I was mortified beyond any fantasy that my horny little mind could conjure as I stood before him dressed like an overgrown toddler in a soaked diaper and pink plastic pants covered in baby cartoon designs. The only thing offering me any modesty was the oversized baby bib covering my little boobs.
Iâm living out my fantasies for the next three weeks as a submissive to a DaddyDom that I met on tumblr. We had been chatting back and forth for the past year and became quite good friends so I jumped at the opportunity to visit during my vacation.
Heâs a very old fashioned Daddy type but he wonât allow me to call him Daddy but rather Sir; yes Sir and no Sir is what he considers respectful and proper. I was well informed that this was an adventure into learning about Domination and submission and not about intercourse and sexual games. The words âbaby cuckâ sent exhilarating shivers through me the very first time he said it even though the idea was just a passing thought in a few fantasies.
I gained a lot of respect for him when he was adamant about no sexual intercourse which is the polar opposite of so many of the DaddyDoms that Iâve encountered. With sex completely off the table, I was allowed to feel safe in my submission to him and, as he puts it, able to concentrate and focus purely on my submission as we embarked on bringing my fantasies to life.
Being acknowledged as a baby cuck twisted my insides with humiliation and sent sparks to my very frustrated princess parts. He constantly reminds me that sexual frustration is a key component to obedience and submissiveness and it makes me very eager to do whatâs necessary to earn the reward of a climax which has only been allowed once so far. Edging and denial is part of the daily routine that he firmly believes in. Iâve tried to experiment with edging by myself but it never lasts more than a day before I break down and give in to the calling to hump myself sillyâŠ.then there is the let down of failure and the thought of what it might be like under someone elseâs supervision.
Iâve never been constantly horny to this degree without even the slightest mention of sex. My list of kinks is varied and they all get me going down the path to eventually humping my pillow or stuffy whether itâs humiliation, soft degradation, spanking, forced diapering, wetting, etc. My fantasies revolve around me being treated like a naughty little girl that isnât responsible enough to make her own decisions and needs to be kept in her place with forced toddler treatment and diapers.
There hasnât been a single day so far that Iâm not a quivering, horny and frustrated mess by bedtime. I always imagined that diaper changes would be a benefit that I looked forward to since it brings comfort, cleansing washes, baby powder pats and fresh diapers but they have turned into anything but that and altered my perception of what fantasy verses reality can be. My body divers and I almost instantly get wet when he takes my hand and announces that itâs time for a diaper change. Itâs a shiver of anticipation like a deer in the headlights or the butterflies in your tummy while waiting in the corner for an awaited spanking.
âLetâs go little potty pants.â Is what he says as he leads me to the changing table. Iâm given either a bottle to hold with both hands or a pacifier and a stuffy so that my hands are kept busy during the process. I learned quickly after a sound spanking that little girls donât touch their diapers or interfere with that diaper changing process at all and the threat of wrist restraints was mentioned if it happened again.
He always spends time reminding me how ridiculous I look dressed like a big baby and how pathetic it is that I allow myself to be kept in soggy diapers like an overgrown toddler. My face goes red and the butterflies churn when he says, âWhat a complete shame that such a beautiful woman doesnât deserve to have sexual pleasures like an adult. No grown man is going to want to have sex with a little potty pants that smells like pee and spends her days sitting in soiled diapers.â Then he continues, âYouâre getting exactly what you deserve little girl because we both know that this is what you need and this is what you want even if you donât admit it.â I silently nod and reply âYes, Sirâ as he rubs my soaked diaper through the plastic pants and starts massaging the front of my diaper with the Magic Wand. My body betrays and overwhelms my humiliation and my hips start gyrating against the wand as I melt into the feelings of the vibrations. âShould we let the big baby make cummies for being a good girl and learning her place as a little baby cuck?â I canât help but beg and say âYes Sir, please.â The sounds of the wand, the loud crinkling of my baby pants and the soft moans emanating from behind my pacifier are all too much and I can feel the pressure of an arriving climax. My eyes got instantly teary when he suddenly turned off the wand and left me writhing on the table in utter frustration and denial.
He stood back and admired his work as my body slowly absorbed the shivers of excitement and the near climax subsided. I was taken off balance when he said, âWe will let the little potty pants make cummies before your bedtime diapering but only if you can prove how pathetic you are by making a messy diaper.â My eyes grew wide with the thought of crinkling and writhing on the changing table in a stinky mess sticking to my skin. âThatâs right little girl, no quick changes when you make a poopy in your pants. Youâre going to fill the back of that diaper and youâre going to stay in it until I think your bottom is properly messy like a dirty little baby. Maybe we can practice some knee bouncing or perhaps weâll just let you crawl around the floor and sit in your mess until you stink like a dirty baby. Would you like that little miss poopy pants?â
Iâve never messed my diapers but the thought was always there. Iâve read about others doing it but could never bring myself to experiment because the cleanup just didnât seem worth any benefit that might come. Heâs changed a few of my dirty diapers and it was all fairly matter of fact but he never talked about making me spend any amount of time stuck in a dirty diaper and the idea was overwhelming my senses. âGood girls donât cum and since you want to be a dirty little girl to make cummies then we are going to teach you what a truly dirty little girl feels like.â
I went back to suckling my bottle as he continued to change me out of my wet diapers and felt myself pressing my hips into his hand as he wiped my princess parts and bottom. The first few days, my body was rigid with shock and embarrassment when he changed my diapers. The embarrassment and humiliation of having someone actually go through the process of diapering you like a big baby and seeing all of you and your intimate bits was shocking to the system but his expertise let my mind and body relax. I donât think that Iâll ever get over the humiliation of having someone change my messy diaper, itâs just a vulnerable process to have your legs lifted while a grown man cleans your poopy bottom. Having my poopy diaper changed might be a little easier if he wasnât constantly reminding me of how pathetic I am for being such a stinky baby.
I realized just how serious he was about making a dirty diaper when he inserted a suppository up my bottom before adding two stuffers to the already thick diaper and taping them in place. He announced, âOk, we have some errands to run and a quick shop at the grocery so get yourself dressed and meet me down stairs.â I felt the fullness of the diaper between my legs as I slid off the changing table. My first thought was that itâs going to make me waddle but then I felt a weight in the bottom of my stomach as I realized that I donât have anything to wear that would conceal a diaper this thick. I was a little frantic as I looked through my clothes and tried on a few different things all the while worried that he was actually going to take me out in public looking like this. I was hurried as I was trying to pull up my jeans and almost crying at the prospect of being noticed and then he walked in and said, âThose clothes wonât fit over that big diapered bottom silly girl. Here is a pair of overalls that will fit you so put them on and come down stairs.â
He said that big babies need overalls in their wardrobe because itâs one of the few clothing choices that will always fit no matter how thickly Iâm diapered. My eyes were teary as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and could see the obvious diaper bulge. I felt the sparks of humiliation as I watched myself waddle and could hear the rustling of my diapers with every step. He was all smiles as I managed my way down the stairs and the rustling sounds of my diapers became evident. âOk crinkle pants, its time for you to learn about modesty or lack there of⊠youâre a big pathetic baby thatâs kept diapered and under control and this is one of the many ways that we are going to reinforce those ideas into that little brain of yours. People will notice that youâre diapered and people will probably be staring at that big diapered bottom as you walk by. If they donât hear your loud diaper crinkling or smell the abundance of baby powder then they will certainly notice that funny diaper waddle when you walk. The more people that know about your diapers then the easier it will be for you to embrace the truth of your new reality as my diapered cucky baby.â
I actually felt it through my bones with every step towards the car, the feeling of being a pathetic diaper wearing naughty little girl. This is what I deserve, this is what I need, this is actually what I wanted but could never bring myself to do without someone else forcing me to go through with itâŠ. This was pure humiliation and I felt it to my core. âŠ
⊠if you would like me to continue telling you about the shopping trip and vacation, leave a comment.
Image Credit: This is NOT my image. All credit goes to @mommyandbabybruce for this incredible picture!
"Okay, baby, just like we practiced, ready?"
My husband swallowed audibly, extremely conscious of the other, more virile man with a possessive hand wrapped around my waist.
"P-please dear," he wavered. "I won't do it again, I swear. Just please don't make me do this."
I frowned and tutted disapprovingly. "Is that how babies talk?"
"I'm not a baby..." He dared to mutter.
I gasped and put a hand to my lips. "You're not?! Do you hear that, Daddy?" I asked, leaning in to my boyfriends chest. His arm tightened around me and my kitty started leaking. "The little guy here says he's not a baby. That means I don't have to do any more of that silly 'boobie' time stuff." I said, referring to the times when I graciously let my poor hubby suckle on my nipples while I stroked the crotch of his fat diapers. I grinned widely as he let out a long, pathetic whine.
"Wait, wait, no please. I'll do it. I'll do it, please let me do it!"
As pathetic as it was, we both knew it was the last shred of sexual activity he had with me and I knew he was desperate beyond belief to hold on to it.
I used a finger to start tracing the hard muscles of my boyfriends chest. "Mmm.. I don't know. What do you think, Daddy?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "Damn, I'll never get used to this shit. Did he really beg you for this?"
"Oh, absolutely," I replied. "He kept whining and begging to call me Mommy. It was all so sad so I decided to play along with the little tyke." It was true, at least partially. He had wanted to try some more femdom play in the bedroom, and I saw a chance to work in some of my... interests. It was a win-win, really. Plus, its not like it's my fault his little dicky never gets harder than when I'm taping him into a fresh diaper.
My husband started to protest. "But that's no-"
"Shush!" I said fiercely, giving his toddler harness a warning tug. "The adults are talking."
Daddy chuckled at my husband's meek compliance and grabbed my ass. "Ok, fine. You got me interested. Go ahead and let him do whatever fucked up thing you thought up." He laughed again.
I grinned sweetly and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, sir."
I stepped forward and bent down. "Come on, honeybunny. Show-time. Can you be a big boy and scoot around to face Mommy? Can you do dat? Hmm?" I patted my legs for effect, the way you do to get the attention of a distracted toddler.
His diapers crinkled loudly as he turned around and sat back, studiously avoiding any eye contact with the superior man in the room.
"Good boy!" I cooed approvingly, leaning forward just a bit more and patting his head.
His eyes were locked on my cleavage and I knew his little nubby would be hard and compressed as a diamond in his inch-long baby cage.
"Okay, sweetie. Just like we practiced. On three."
He nodded and looked away. "Yes, Mommy..."
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"If you're a baby and you know it, pee your pants."
I watched with glee as my hubby scrunched his face in concentration. He was soaking his pampers. Just liked we'd practiced.
*Psss psss...* Came his hushed reply.
"If you're a baby and you know it, pee your pants." I continued.
*Psss psss*
"If you're a baby and you know it, with a wet dipee to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man"
*Psss Psss*
"If you're cranky and you know it, stomp your feet."
*stomp stomp*
"If you're cranky and you know it, stomp your feet."
*stomp stomp*
"If you're cranky and you know it, with a frowny face to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man"
*stomp stomp*
"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."
...*clap clap*
"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."
*clap clap*
"If you're a cucky and you know it, with a tiny dick to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man."
*clap clap*
...
Except for my husband's quiet sniffles of shame, the room was quiet until my boyfriend let out a bark of laughter and pulled me back into his arms.
"Ok, you got me. I guess I'm a little fucked up too cause for some reason that turned me on."
I leaned in to put my lips against his ear while reaching down to grab at his thick cock through his jeans. "Mmm, good."
We started kissing and pawing at each other, movements getting more and more frantic until a plaintive whine cut through the haze.
I rolled my eyes and gently pushed my lover away. "You head upstairs, I need to take care of the little-guy real quick."
He snorted in annoyance and glared at my husband, who in turn cringed and began to suck on his thumb. Daddy looked back at me. "Fine, but unless you want a spanking you'd better hurry the fuck up."
As he stomped upstairs I reached for my phone and pulled up the app I was looking for.
My husband's eyes went wide as saucers. "Mommy NO!" He cried.
I tapped the screen.
Signals from my phone zipped through the air to connect with the two tiny receivers inside my husband's diaper. The first one set the head of his chastity cage buzzing, relentlessly stimulating the sensitive head of his baby dick. The other caused the hollow-inflatable plug filling his pansy-pussy to rapidly deflate.
The back of his diaper rapidly ballooned outwards with a day's worth of "smushies" even as he had a #3 accident in the front, his cucky clit dribbling its mess all over the interior of the diaper. He was wailing and crying as he lost control over seemingly every bodily function and I stopped the vibrator to shove a fat paci-bulb between his lips and locked it tight around his head.
He looked at me, teary eyed, and weak, and adorably muted.
I smiled and cupped his cheek in one hand. "Mommy needs to go play wrestle with Daddy now. You be a good boy and enjoy making squirt-squirts in your pampies. Mommy will come change you when Daddy is done making his squirt-squirts inside her, kay?"
I switched the glans-vibrator back on before he could respond and rushed upstairs. Taking care of such a big baby is hard work after all. I deserved a little reward.
The interactive sissy story The Special Game (Special Place II) is nowhere near finished, but due to it being too popular to ignore - and also me not having enough time to dedicate to it - I've paused the Patreon site that was hosting it.
The good news is I've posted it to here so everyone can now try it in it's unfinished glory! Ignore the bugs and the abrupt end and you might enjoy it. :)
Hope you like. Would love some feedback. Who knows, it might prompt me to write more!
