You swung open the door to your room and the shock hit you. Where did your room go? Where was all your stuff? What the fuck was going on!
“Don’t you like it?” Your girlfriend giggled, “we had it redecorated while you were away!”
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“Three months is such a long time” she whined and she wasn’t wrong. You felt exactly the same, to be torn away from your comfortable home with your girlfriend to leave on a work trip on a totally different continent was not an easy decision to make. But you knew that the impact it would have on your work life would be huge. Promotions would soon open up from that experience. As you looked at your girlfriend’s rather pleading eyes, you wondered if your relationship would survive.
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When the day finally came round that you were at the airport saying goodbye, the tension between us was difficult. Every sentence turned into a tense argument. At the departure lounge it was clear that she was making some effort to make our temporary split somewhat happier. We kissed and hugged, there were a few tears before I walked out far away from her to the plane.
I can’t lie. I found the separation extremely difficult. I found myself in meeting after meeting, shaking hands with strangers and checking my phone every five minutes to see if she’d replied to one of my endless messages. I was becoming more and more desperate to hear from her and be with her as the time passed. Staring at our photos together saved on my phone and daydreaming.
For the endless stream of texts I sent, she’d occasionally send me a reply. It felt like I wasn’t missed quite as much as she was.
“Sorry, I was out with friends! Damian gave me a lift home! X”
Did I know her friend Damian? The name didn’t ring a bell but in a way I was glad she was out with friends rather than sitting around at home being unhappy. A couple of times I even got photos of her on nights out that’s she’d send, surrounded by her friends and often hanging off the arm of this big black guy. Was that Damian? It didn’t feel like a good idea to ask.
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After a while it was a struggle to get any replies to my texts at all, even when the date of my return grew closer. I tried ringing and texting to no avail to the point where I was worried. Something couldn’t have happened to her otherwise someone else would have let me know? Surely!
There was no happy girlfriend waiting for me at the airport with a huge hug and a smile. I felt humiliated getting in a taxi all alone on the way home knowing how desperate I was just to see her, to kiss her and yet she had rejected me so clearly.
The taxi pulled up at our house and I saw with my horror that there was a car parked outside that I didn’t recognise. I hauled my bags out of the taxi and strode up to the door, knocking fairly angrily. Damian opened the door. He stood over me with his shirt off, revealing his incredibly toned muscles and his glistening black skin to anyone who looked.
“Yeah?” He asked like you were nothing to him.
“Who the fuck are you?” I said, “what are you doing in our house?” He smiled at this, as if he was expecting to see me.
“Oh, my bad! You must be David! Come on in, I was just chilling with Becky!”
Becky’s voice echoed down the hallway calling out “who is it, babe?”
Damian shouted back, “it’s David! He’s back!”
I heard Becky’s footsteps running through the house. Perhaps I had been too suspicious, she was clearly happy if she was running to see me. I was shocked when he came round the corner to the front door wearing just a black lace bra and a pair of black satin panties. I barely noticed at the time but there was also an ace of spades tattoo on her upper thigh. I should’ve been angry but more than anything I was just too stunned to speak.
“David” she said with a smile like nothing was wrong, “it’s been so long! Come in!” I stepped inside and Damian closed the door. “We’ve got a couple of surprises for you!”
Damian put his arm around Becky’s bare shoulders and she flung her arms around his chest. Smiling as they told you about how they first met, when they moved in together and how much in love they are. A flash of excitement came from Damian’s eyes as he explained how they both had some ideas for you too.
His hand reach out and grabbed the front of your shirt. With no effort at all he tore it from you, the buttons flew off in wild directions revealing your flabby physique compared to him. Next his whipped of your pants leaving you shocked holding your bags and wearing only your shoes and socks. Damian reached for the bags, one he held them you tried to grab them back from him but his black hand pushed you in the chest and you felt just how strong and powerful he was.
“You should see what an animal he is in bed too” Becky giggled as I stood there trying to cover my cock. Damian’s hands rummaged through my bad and pulled out my wallet.
“This’ll help pay your rent while you’re staying here! Not that you have much of a choice anymore!”
They both grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me up the stairs. the house was basically the same. All the photos of me had gone, replaced by explicit photos of Becky and Damian. Where once hung a photo of us smiling on a beach was now a crude photo of Becky on all fours with Damian’s cock in her mouth. Over the mantelpiece hung a huge blown up print of Becky with her face nuzzled deep between Damian’s ass cheeks.
“Remember this room? Where we used to keep all your stuff? Why don’t you have a look at it now!”
You swung open the door to your room and the shock hit you. Where did your room go? Where was all your stuff? What the fuck was going on!
Everything was a mass of pink. The words Sissy and Bedwetter were plastered obviously near the stash of diapers, plastic panties and over the adult sized crib.
“Now this room has everything you need! Aren’t you excited to become Mommy and Daddy’s little bedwetting, pansy, cuckie, sissy?”
“Sure it may look strange now but it won’t be long before you’ll be constantly dribbling into your princess pants. Humping the sexy body pillow which is the closest you’ll ever get to proper sex… unless Daddy Damian wants to play with you! I’m sure you’ll be creaming your padded panties looking up at those Disney princesses which you’ll have a huge embarrassing crush on. Trying to hide how stiff they make your clitty every time we change your dirty diapers in here!”
“Best of all you’ll hear us fucking all the time in our grown up bedroom next door and know that all the savings in your bank account are paying for us to have fun!”
“Now let’s just lock you in here while you calm down. Daddy and I are going to have some fun and by the time we’re finished I want you to have picked out a cute little dress to wear and be ready to lie down for your first diaper change!”
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