Today you look like a cute baby boy.
If someone walked in, he would see a perfect little baby boy, that knows his place around real men. A submissive precious tyke who is happily playing with his new favorite stuffed animal, while he waits for his man to change his wet diaper into a fresh one.
You gave your regressors a good fight at first. You hated the way they had begun to treat you. Like you are a boy who needed their special treatment. You tried to argue, you tried to yell, you tried to cry. All led to a firm bare bottom spanking. But they knew how to manipulate you, even how to turn you on, getting you to think you wanted to be treated as a boy. At some point, they made you come to the changing mat all by yourself.
They used sexual pleasure as a tool, one thing led to the other, and you found yourself sexually excited by the baby treatment. Eventually, you loved it all. The diapers, the toys, the bottle, the pacifier, the clothing.
But most of all, the way the treated you, how they teased you.
One day, after you’ve been played with all day long, as a baby, and as a toy, they let you hump your diaper and make stickies while they watched a game. After they saw you came, one of them opened the diaper, cleaned you up, and while you were still hazed, he locked you in chastity.
I took you by a total surprise.
When you tried to protest, a pacifier was shoved into your mouth, and you were told to keep quiet or else. You knew better, and went silent, while your caged little penis was diapered again.
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