You remembered how awkward it was the first time they made you kiss, back when the two of you were just in panties. It seems like so long ago, so much has happened since then.
Maeve and Kim were lifetime best friends. They always liked bossing boys around. It's no surprise that as they got older, they both found themselves attracted to submissive, effeminate men. Maeve married you, and Kim married Charlie.
Charlie was always such a douche. Coming from a frat and thinking he was better than you. Charlie didn't like you from the getgo. It couldn't have been that he was intimidated, it wasn't like you brought much to the table. But every interaction was so awkward. You'd always attempt to make small talk, but it never really went elsewhere. Until you brought up something political. That got Charlie going. It was immediately apparent that both of you were on opposite ends of the spectrum. One thing lead to another, things escalated, things got heated, and you even came to blows. Such is the political climate we live in.
But Maeve and Kim couldn't have their husbands in such a quandry. It was awkward enough before the altercation. How would Maeve and Kim even hang out if their two husbands couldn't even be in the same room together??
That day, Maeve had practically jerked you by the ear into the living room. Your ass was still bright red, burning with remorse from the paddling you'd just received. You didn't want to face Charlie, you didn't want to even look at him. But Maeve had other plans. You squeaked as she yanked your thong up as far as you could handle before stumbling forward. Charlie was just the same. Kim had apparently insisted on purple panties for her husband.
"The two of you are going to kiss and make up," she said sternly, shoving you to the floor.
You wanted to fight back, to tell her off, but you were too much of a pantywaist (literally) to do anything about it. She'd had you in her iron claws since the day ya'll met.
Charlie was crying, he was actually sobbing into the floor before Kim smacked his ass several times, enough to make him wail and lift his head up. His longer hair was tugged to the sides into little pigtails. The panties and bra made him look ridiculous, but you didn't look much better.
"Apologize!" Maeve barked at you, kicking you in the ass for good measure.
You squeaked out something, you can't even remember, but it sounded so pathetic. You felt like a bitch, like a little bitch, but you said sorry as best you could so as to not suffer Maeve's wrath.
Charlie did the same, though with much less prodding. You were relieved that he seemed just as helpless and pitiful as you did.
"I'm sorry!" you whimpered again.
"I'm sorry too!" Charlie echoed.
And that was the end of it. Or, at least, you thought it would be, but the girls weren't satisfied.
"We said you need to kiss!" Kim reminded the two of you.
Both of you looked back to your respective wives to see if they were serious. Their stern nods told you they very much were.
More smacks on the ass. More kicks in the butt.
The two of you slowly inched closer, staring into each others' eyes, breathing each others' breath, but also trying to not do either of those things.
It took another wedgie from Maeve to really get you yelping. When she finally released you from feeling like you were being split in half by the string of a thong, you leaned forward, making the first move.
Charlie recoiled at first, but smacks on his ass told him to remain firm. His lip was quivering as it came closer, and closer. You shut your eyes, trying to block it out, but there was no denying that your lips were touching another man.
A quick peck and you both bounced back, but the girls were nowhere close to satisfied.
"What the fuck was that?"
God it was fucking awkward. You felt sick to your stomach as you locked lips with Charlie. His tongue felt like an alien invader as it poked into your mouth, swirling about. The two of you fumbled about with your tongues as you tried to calibrate all the things that come with a first kiss. But it felt like the very first time for both of you. When you were first learning how to kiss--with anyone.
"Wrap you arms around each other!"
You both straightened up on your knees, terrified of what would come if you disobeyed, both girls were very fond of corporal punishment. You wrapped your arms around Charlie, and he did the same while ya'll continued to make-out and rub each others' backs.
"Oh my God!" Kim exclaimed, watching closely with intrigue. She peeked between the both of you. "My husband's getting hard in his panties!"
"Not as hard as mine is!" Maeve gasped.
"Maybe they should rub each other?" Kim suggested, "Really show them how much they love each other!"
It only took 12 lashes with the cane to get your hand on Charlie's penis. You could feel it throbbing through his panties. His lips broke from yours as he gasped. Soon, Maeve had him doing the exact same to your own cock.
That seemed to light a fire under you. Both of you started eagerly rubbing each other's pokey panties. Awkwardness forgotten, your brain immediately switched to the possibility of cumming. Maeve hadn't touched your dick for a while.
Charlie seemed just as desperate. The front of his panties were getting wet. Sticky. He was leaking precum almost as much as you were.
"Cum in his panties!" The girls beckoned.
You were a bit ashamed that you squirted first. You pumped your load into the pink satin, a snail trail of goo soaking your front. The impact of what you were doing immediately hit you. Clarity rushing in.
But Maeve saw you slowing. "Get him off, you little faggot! He has to cum too! You boys have to be square!"
Charlie sounded like an absolute bitch as he came in his panties. You didn't think a man could make such a high-pitched, pathetic noise, but you also made yourself forget how you sounded when he stroked you into one of the best orgasms of your life.
Everything changed from there.
Maeve and Kim were incredibly entertained by ya'lls little antics. When they got you together again, they made ya'll play 'tummy sticks'. You had to hold each others' pantied asses while you rubbed your dicks against each other until you both came.
Maeve threw out all your underwear. Well, at least the male ones.
"Panties from now on, sissy bitch." She told you.
That led to bras, and dresses, and make-up, and wigs. Eventually, Maeve found out about a little thing called a 'chastity device'. She kept you locked up for weeks, until you, her, Kim, and Charlie could get together again.
"Now's your chance to cum!" They said, unlocking both of your cages. Even though your hands were each handcuffed behind your backs, you still found a way to get off. Charlie even put your dick in his mouth! As long as you agreed to do the same to him. You can still remember what that first load tasted like.
They kept ramping up ya'lls humiliation. It was like they got off to the shit. Rubber dicks pounding in and out of your ass while they pegged you, ordering you to keep your tongues in each others' mouths the whole time.
Then, much to your chagrin, Kim got the idea of diapers.
You don't think you'll ever get used to the feeling of pissing and shitting yourself.
But this was your chance to cum. It had been 6 weeks. SIX weeks! It wasn't even like you hadn't seen Charlie in that time. The two of you met almost every day now, if only to change each others' dirty diapers. They made you suck each others' balls, finger each others' wholes, but they never let you cum.
But today? Today was the day. At least, you hoped so.
It's weird, because now you look forward to your time with Charlie. What once was two polar opposites, are now two attracted to each other if only for the chance at an orgasm. Also, having another sissy bitch around helps promote bonding.
The girls were almost bored watching the two of you kiss this time. Your wigs and outfits rustling as you swirled your tongues in each others' mouths.
"Did you unlock her?" Maeve asked, referring to Charlie.
"Yes...but I'm not happy about it." Kim sighed.
"We have to let them cum sometime!" Maeve reminded her, "Otherwise they'll forget what they're missing!"
"I guess you're right," Kim conceded, then snapped her fingers, "Charlotte? Did you make poo poo's in your diaper yet?"
"Yes Ma'ams'!" Charlie mewed, even though the smell was a putrid giveaway.
"Mine's been in hers for the past two hours," Maeve giggled at her own cruelty.
"I think they're ready." Kim grinned.
"Oh yea!" Maeve said, laughing wickedly. She snapped her fingers at you. "Get on all fours, faggot! You're gonna be the bottom bitch for now!"
You whimpered but obeyed. Her spankings had gotten harder and higher in number over the past few months.
Kim made another snapping command to Charlie that you couldn't see. But sure enough, you felt his diaper smushing against your mush only seconds later.
"Get after it, girlies!" Maeve giggled, pulling out her phone to capture the 'romantic' video.
You cringed as Charlie ground his diaper into your mushy mound. He spread your filth around with every hump against you. As much as you hated it, you knew the only way to end this ordeal was to get him off as soon as possible. You worked yourself back into him, swaying your hips back and forth. If you weren't mistaken, you could pinpoint his hard cock inside his pissy, poopy Pampers.
"Listen to them moan!" Kim cackled.
Charlie was pounding you now, grasping you by the hips and giving long, deep strokes, making a foot or so of a gap between your two diapers before smashing it back in with force. It probably didn't do much. You both came in your diapers easier when you just made side-to-side humpies. But it seemed like Charlie was out to prove a point, almost like he was trying to be a man. Trying to show the two giggling girls that he could fuck like an alpha male. It only made him look more pathetic, swishing his skirt back and forth while his pigtails bounced.
"Switch!" Maeve ordered, and both of you flipped around.
You tried to give Charlie the business. But between the two of your plump pampers, you weren't getting much sensation. Your cock was screaming for the chance to cum, but it was like trying to break a pillow with a pool noodle.
It felt like they didn't give you much time at all. You had only shoved him down flat on the floor and ground against him for maybe 45 seconds before they made you stop.
"I think it's time for a 69." Kim pondered, putting a finger to her lips in 'contemplation', "watta you think??"
Maeve eagerly agreed. Luckily, Charlie's diaper wasn't as wet as yours, so even when he took the initiative to be on top, the padding pushing against your chin was relatively dry. It still wreaked of stench though.
"OMmphhpPHH!" You managed to get out, but it probably didn't make much sense.
"Charlotte, be considerate." Kim intoned, "Use your chin on your lady friend's princess parts!"
You felt his bony face pressing against your crotch.
"Have at it, gurls!" Maeve cheered.
And off you both went, furiously rubbing your heads into each others' crotches, trying to make the other one cum.
Charlie ground his diaper against your face, making your nose feel like it was on the edge of breaking.
Thankfully, it didn't take him long. Charlie was soon convulsing on top of you, squeezing your temples as his legs clenched, quaked, and then deflated.
He only had a short reprieve before Kim was smacking his thighs into his ears to remind him of his obligation.
Charlie's chin dug into your pampers again, pressing down and wriggling back and forth around your covered cock.
You lifted your hips, wriggled into the right arrangement, only for him to move and make you chase him with your waist.
Finally, you both locked in, finding a spot that got your diapered dick right where he wanted it.
Charlie gave short little undulations back and forth, over and over, while you felt yourself spasming beneath him.
"Right there!" You breathed into his squishy padding. "Harder!"
And harder he did. You could hear the girls giggling, but you didn't care. You humped into his face as much as you could from the bottom, and Charlie kept his head locked to help you find your rhythm.
Your legs kicked, you gasped for air--or what little you had--squeezing your arms around him to hold him still while you pumped a load into your pampers.
"Pathetic." Kim said, snobly.
"Fucking losers." Maeve emphasized.
Kim pulled a bag from the side and plopped it down next to you.
"Get those disgusting diapers changed." She said, "and put each others' cages back on!"
"How long are you thinking this time?" Maeve asked.
"With good behavior?" Kim considered, "I'd say at least 3 months. But we should make them edge each other every week!"
Maeve smiled with a triumphant glow, "Perfect!"
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