“And what are we going to do about this? What have I said, hmm? What have I said? What have I told you and what have I told Jenny? If you can’t control it, then you’ll have to lose it, right? Right?”
It was obvious that the sissy was expected to answer. There his mother-in-law sat, examining his diaper and, more crucially, his hard cock inside his diaper. He was crying now, the crazed woman’s previous threats ringing in his head.
“Yeth, gwanny,” the wimp finally responded. Yes -- yeth -- it was true: Janet had told Steven and her daughter Jenny that if the faggot who decided to waste tens of thousands of dollars on dominatrixes to satisfy his perverse sissy desires until his betrayal was discovered couldn’t control his pathetic cock -- which had never produced the grandchild Janet so desired -- then she was absolutely going to march him to a friend of hers who performed surgeries on trans folks all the time and they’d get him clipped nice and good.
"So. Here we are. Even after I've told you over and over and over and over again that if your cock is so worthless it can't stay hard to fuck my daughter and give her a kid, I sure as hell better not see it hard when you're in your goddamn Pampers."
But it was so unfair, the sissy thought! They knew he had a crippling diaper fetish, one he'd hid from his beloved for eight years. A sexual fetish. And now that they kept him trapped in his diapers 24/7 and only allowed him one cum a month, of course he was going to get hard in them. Even though they'd also followed through on their threat to use his diapers against him and ruin his fucking life. That's why his own parents never spoke to him anymore. Nor did his two sisters. Nor did his former coworkers. All he had now was mommy and granny, or, gwanny. He'd be out on the streets without them, no money, no job, no prospects. Instead they kept him safe and humiliated and full of cocks, which had never been a desire of his but gwanny made sure some of her older homosexual friends made full use of the fruit. He took it, because what was the alternative?
But he couldn't lose his cock. No, no, no, no, no. Even though he so rarely got to squirt his sissy sludge these days, it still filled him with so much joy, even when he had to consume every last drip while gwanny filmed it for his PornHub channel. She wouldn't dare, would she?
"Tell you what, princess. You get one more strike, k? But if anytime this week while Jenny's on vacay and gwanny's sitting I have to see a hard cock in your diapers or during a change, you will sit and listen as I call my friend and set up an appointment to get you fixed once and for all. So be a good girl and stay soft in your diapers, k, sweetums? Or gwanny's getting it clipped and put in a jar to put by your crib."
The sissy just cried. He accepted the terms but he already knew his fate. He'd be cockless soon enough. But at least thanks to gwanny, he'd never be diaperless.
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