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"Hey Diaper Sissy Queer Fairy Fag.

Nice pics. Nice indeed. Love the wedding ring. Lol. If only your wife knew what she was married to. Or does she have some sense? She must. You said you never have sex so yeah she probably knows you're a diaper-wearing cum bucket. Or at least you will be very soon.

Yep. Yep if you keep talking to me that's exactly what I'm going to turn you into, you mincing Mary. You'll be in diapers the rest of your fucking life, sissy. No escape. No wearing them only when you're horny and wanna cum. In fact you might never cum again and just be trapped in diaper sissy hell.

I'll take you out in this very outfit. Maybe take you around to all your family and friends, pulling you out at each stop kicking and screaming through your paci and introducing them to the new you. You'll be outed, exposed and shunned. You'll be a joke, your name a tragedy whose tale will be passed down to generations.

After I've shown your wife what you are I'm also going to take you around to every girl you've ever had a crush on or who ever had a crush on you. Show them your Pampers, spank your ass, slap your face, tell them you're in a shitty diaper right then and there.

I'm going to keep you in a crib and playpen in my house, whore you out to friends. I'm gonna make you dumb, college boy. Your IQ is going to plummet. You won't speak words, just make noises as you suck and get fucked, you pansy. You'll be a public joke, a warning to other sissies who fantasize about this life. Impotent, incontinent, brain-dead for all practical purposes, though a tiny part of you will still know what's going on so you can cry at the degradation and destruction of your once immaculate life. Fucking faggot.

Yeah. Gonna hire a bunch of hot girls to babysit you. Gonna bring in a bunch of old men to fuck you. Gonna have the hot girls watch the old men fuck you and then put you back into your Pampers and then take you to McDonalds. Gonna sissify you right up. Hair, body, everything. Mmmmm.

So...you want this? Just send me your face pics. And your full name. And I'll do the rest."

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“Bu….but Mommy…..chu thaid I could make googoo’s on my birfday,” he pouted incoherently.

James had been diapered, sissified, and locked in chastity for the last year without even a milking to relieve his sexual tension, let alone an actual orgasm.

“Awwww, my widdle Jamie,” his wife, Cynthia, replied. “I said you could make googoos on your birthday if I felt you were mature enough, and little girl I don’t think you’re nearly there yet”

“How am I thupposed to be matuwe, mommy?”

“Well sweetie, for starters, can you even call me by my name? Sound it out cutie, Cyn-thi-a. And for seconds, nobody using a pacifier is close to being big enough for a big girl, adult orgasm. So I’ll cut you a deal, my widdle cupcake, if you can spit out your pacifier and say my name; I will let you out of your frilly, little frock right now, and I’ll give you the best sex of your life.”

James wriggled his diapered bottom in excitement, giggling behind his paci. Little did he know, the phrase “Widdle Cupcake” was one of his hypnotic, trigger phrases to keep him locked in his most extreme, sissybaby state.

He mustered up all his might and began to spit his pacifier out, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. A bead of sweat began to form on his brow, as he tried over and over again to let go of his binky, but the harder he tried, the harder he instinctively suckled on it.

He whimpered behind his paci before looking up at his former wife, now mommy, trying to say, “Cynthia, why can’t I spit it out?” But all that came out was “Mommy I wuv my paci mowe tan anyfing!”

“Aww, my little baby girl, that’s okay,” She said while patting his head. “Anybody your age would love their paci more than big girl cummies”

James began to break down into tears, crying vehemently as he felt his body betraying him, culminating in his bladder releasing as he flooded his fluffy, pink diaper, causing him to cry even harder.

Cynthia stroked his curly, pink hair before feeling the crotch of his diaper. “Shhhh…It’s okay baby girl, let’s go get that diaper changed then get you off to beddy byes for tonight. We’ll see if you’re ready to give up your paci and stop calling me ‘mommy’ next year.”

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The shackled, diapered, bibbed college baby listened intently as he heard footsteps above. He was in heaven: In the basement of a dominant man he’d met online; his roommates thought he’d gone home for the weekend; he had just drank a bottle of the man’s piss, which, okay, that was a bit much but still made him feel like a real submissive diaper baby. He’d already been here for three days, surrounded by hundreds of diapers. He’d been treated like a real baby in this man’s home. Peeing and pooping his Pampers, being spanked, fed, regressed, plugged and forced to suck cock while wearing stinky diapers. Finally a chance to privately engage in the fetish he’d had for so long. At 19, this was as good as it got. He had one more night, then he’d go back to his normal college life, where everyone thought he was a straight guy with a girlfriend. But then the doorbell. And the footsteps. And now the voices.

“So where’s this one? Downstairs?” A woman’s voice. An older woman’s voice.

“Yep, in his high chair, had his baba, sitting in his wet diaper, shackled in.”

Now the footsteps were coming down the steps into the basement nursery. The baby stared shocked as a woman about 65 took the final step and then stood in front of him.

“My, my, my, my. Look at you. Diapered, captured. Drinking daddy’s piss. Real diaper faggot, ain’t ya?” The woman was smoking a cigarette and holding her camera up, recording all of this. Oh no.

“Had a good weekend, huh? Well, we’ll see if you enjoy the rest of your life everyone knowing you’re a diaper queer. Jackson Thompson of Boulder, Colorado. Right? That you? Parents Mary and Patrick. Siblings Greg, Tara, Lisa and Bobby? Girlfriend Samantha. Girlfriend. Ha! So my son has been secretly taking pics of you all week and now I just want to get in on the fun. We’ll be emailing them to everyone.”

Now the baby started writhing in his high chair, wanting out. Not that it’d matter much. The pics of him being a diapered, Pampers-pooping cocksucker were already being emailed to everyone in his life. This would be the 6th college boy mother and son had done this too. They didn’t do it for money or anything, just the joy of wrecking college boys. Exposing them for what they were. Each one always got an offer: Since your life is ruined, you can move in with daddy and granny and be a permanent baby slave. None of them ever did it, instead just trying to pick up the shambles of their life. Maybe this one would be different. Would return crawling back to be permanently diapered and regressed. To become an ass-fucked, cocksucking diaper whore for life. There’d be pussy in it for him too. Elderly pussy he’d learn to please with his faggy mouth. His life as a normal man was ruined. Everyone would now label him a diaper faggot. No coming back from that. But he could always come back to daddy and granny.