James gripped my short pigtails tightly in his strong, rough hands as he rammed his massive, hard cock deeper into my mouth, causing me to chock and gag helplessly.
“Take my cock, sissy-boi,” he demanded gruffly.
He seemed to like the sound of me struggling and he loved nothing more than to see my lips against the base of his big, slippery tool as he forced it down my throat. My jaws ached painfully from trying to accommodate the gargantuan battery ram in my mouth and I impatiently waited for him to finish.
Drool was dribbling down my chin, to drip on the bodice of my pink baby dress and from time to time, I caught a waft of my wet diapers.
"Get ready sissy," he said breathlessly through gritted teeth.
He pulled his cock out just enough to keep the big, fat head inside my mouth and I felt it swell in anticipation of a mighty orgasm.
Suddenly, James bellowed out loudly as he blasted a huge load of warm, creamy semen into my mouth, quickly filling it to capacity. I gulped it down, just as another jet of goo exploded against the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow as quickly as possible.
"What a good cocksucker you are," he said gratefully, his voice heavy with condescension as he caught his breath.
Finally, his fat cock began to subside and the sticky loads of semen became manageable. He pulled it out and smeared his glistening head across my lips to further humiliate me, if that was even possible.
"What do you say, sissy," he goaded me.
"Th-thank you, S-Sir, for allowing me to suck your cock," I quivered shamefully.
Without another word, he pulled his underwear and pants back up, buckling his belt as he looked down on my kneeling form.
"Be happy that I'm running late today. Otherwise, you'd be taking a trip over my lap for those wet diapers," he warned me.
"Yes Sir," I replied as I unconsciously licked the cream coating my lips.
"But you can be sure I'll rectify that tomorrow, you little bedwetter--you've got an appointment with my paddle and your bottom's going to pay the price."
I winced and shuddered at the thought. James made a point of spanking me at least twice a week for my bedwetting. It was his way of 'helping to correct my behavior', and he never failed to bring me to tears. I often had difficulty sitting for the two days afterwards and I feared his hard wooden paddle like nothing else.
As he slammed the door on his way out of my house, I reflected on how I had come to this sorry, shameful state of affairs...
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Three months ago, I watched as a new neighbor moved in next door to me. He was a single man, imposing in stature, and about ten years my senior. I soon learned that he worked in the construction business, as a foreman, and he seemed used to getting his way. After I met him, whenever he needed something, he was more likely to tell me, than to ask me. He was good looking, although very rough in both manner and appearance--so completely opposite of my own delicate nature. With a half-shaved, square jaw and strong, broad shoulders, he was the hunky sort of man every woman dreams of.
Conversely, I guess if I were to be completely honest, I would say I'm something of a sissy. My light blond hair is on the long side, and my face has soft, somewhat feminine features to it. To my chagrin, I've been called 'Miss' at the retail store I work at more times than I can count.
In high school, I was pushed around and bullied by not just the guys, but also by the girls too. I think that's what may have started my problem with bedwetting, something I thought I'd put behind me when I moved out of my mom's house. I really thought the diapers and plastic pants were a thing of the past for me, as I was determined to make a fresh start and put my mother's draconian methods behind me. It had been so humiliating, having to submit to her powdering and pinning me into triple thick cloth diapers and waterproof pants every night.
And it wasn't like I was wetting every night. Maybe just once a week, but she insisted on putting me into the babyish underwear regardless.
And she kept my diapering supplies in plain sight--stacked on the top of my dresser so anyone coming into my room would know exactly what I wore every night. There was no way I could bring friends over to visit for fear of risking they would see my shameful diapering supplies.
When I unexpectedly got a part of an inheritance, I was able to move out and get a place of my own. Nothing fancy, just a small one bedroom house in a not-so-great neighborhood. But at least it was all mine.
It allowed me to indulge in my pervy fetish for panties and dressing up as a little girl, my long held, secret fantasy. Now I could finally wear the girly dresses and shoes I had kept stashed away from my mother's prying eyes. The one time she'd discovered my secret collection of panties, she'd paddled my bare bottom good and hard but that was all behind me now.
One thing that hadn't changed, was my bedwetting, and it still happened about once a week, despite my best intentions. And even though I washed the sheets in the morning, my room still tended to smell like stale pee.
I was determined to keep that dark secret locked away, but I knew I'd have some explaining to do in the unlikely event I ever got a date.
Not like that was likely to happen anytime soon. Nature had cursed me with an unusually tiny penis, and even when I stroked it in the silky panties I wore every night, it never measured more than two inches (if I was being generous), even when rock hard. In my heart of hearts, I knew I'd never be able to satisfy a woman with it. On top of that, I had very little stamina. It normally took me about sixty seconds to achieve an orgasm when I was dressed in my little girl outfits. It was hard to imagine how I would ever be able to please a real woman, even if I were somehow lucky enough to get her in the sack.
I was deeply ashamed to still be a virgin at the age of 25 but that status seemed unlikely to change.
On my days off, I liked to dress up in my outfits, modeling them before the full-length mirror in my room. I was also something of an exhibitionist, and I got a secret thrill of going into my backyard and twirling about, imagining I was on a fashion show runway. My yard was surrounded on all sides by a high wooden fence, so I knew no one would be able to see me in my compromising attire. At least--that was what I thought.
My whole world came crashing down one day when I heard someone loudly and rudely knocking at my front door. I wasn't used to visitors, so I tip-toed quietly to the door, hoping the person would just go away.
At the moment, I was wearing one of my favorite outfits; a frilly pink girl's dress and sheer, matching panties. Glossy pink Mary Janes and lacy anklets completed my look and I was reluctant to change out of it when I was sure that if I simply waited long enough--the person on the other side of the door would go away.
I was holding my breath in silence, when to my utter shock and horror--I saw the doorknob turning.
I hadn't thought to lock it!!
Before I could turn and run down the hallway, the door burst open and I saw my neighbor James barge into my home.
His rugged face held a lascivious grin as he stared down at me, apparently unsurprised at my attire.
“Wha-what a-are you doing here??” I quaked foolishly as I trembled in fear.
In his huge hand, he held his cellphone, and he raised it up to show me what was on the screen. Looking at it, I gasped as I saw the picture he’d snapped from through a knothole in the wooden fence at the back of my property. It clearly showed me in my pink little girl dress, holding a dainty pose and smiling in blissful ignorance of my neighbor’s interest.
“Maybe I should show this to your co-workers at that store you work at?” he grinned at me with a smug look on his craggy face.
I shook my head in terror.
“Please--please don’t!” I begged of him.
“Or maybe your boss? What’s her name again…?”
Clearly, he was immensely enjoying the power he now held over me.
“No-no-no!” I cried, holding my hands up in protest before me. I felt my eyes moisten and I feared a flow of tears threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. This was an absolute catastrophe!
James lowered the phone and shoved it in his back pocket.
“I’ve always known you were nothing but a little sissy pantywaist,” he stated dismissively, “So I wasn’t that surprised when I saw you prancing around your backyard like a fairy.”
“Please-please, can we—I mean—make some sort of…um, arrangement?” I quivered. I didn’t have much money, but I was prepared to give him whatever I had to keep this a secret.
The evil smile returned to his hard face as he looked down on me with what appeared to be lust in his eyes.
“Yes…I think we can,” he replied, his ulterior motives only now becoming clear.
I watched in fearful anticipation as he slowly unbuckled his belt and undid the clasp of his trousers. Unzipping the fly, I watched in horror as he lowered his pants to expose his briefs which were already tented by the massive erection starting to form.
“This should come as second nature to a sissy like you,” he told me as he slowly lowered his briefs down his huge, muscular thighs. With his big hand on my shoulder, he forced me to kneel before him.
“Bu-but—I’m not gay!” I cried desperately.
“Neither am I,” he guffawed heartily, “But today, you’re going to suck my cock or I’ll make sure everyone in your store sees the pictures I took of you.”
He knew he had me right where he wanted me. If he were to make good on his threat—my job would be history. And given my poor social skills, finding another job would be a frightening undertaking. Not to mention that there was nothing preventing him from repeating himself at any future place of employment.
Like it or not—I was going to have to do his bidding.
Oh, how dearly my kinky sexual fetish was now costing me, I rued to myself.
Staring at his gigantic cock before my face, I gaped at its incredible size. Like everything else about him, James’s cock was titanic. Even partially limp, it looked to be about seven inches long.
“Better get to work sissy—it won’t suck itself,” he chuckled throatily.
With a gulp of resignation, I licked my dry lips and opened my mouth. Hesitantly, I inched forward but he grew impatient and grabbing his stiffening cock, he thrust it forcefully past my lips.
The flesh was warm and completely filled my mouth, the throbbing vein pulsing on my tongue. I could feel his thick shaft expanding in my mouth and he pushed urgently with need against the back of my throat. I had to open my jaws as wide as possible to get him in, his cock was so huge.
Taking hold of my head in his big, rough hands, James began pushing his massive tool in and out, slowly at first, as he savored the feel of my warm, wet mouth. With every deep thrust, I gagged helplessly and my cheeks bulged to the limit as I strained to accommodate the fat girth of his member. My jaws were already becoming sore at the effort to fit this baseball bat in my mouth.
Kneeling before him in my pink girly dress, anklets and Mary Janes, I felt so utterly ashamed to be servicing his gargantuan cock. And it said nothing for my lack of experience that this was the first act of sex I’d ever had in my entire life.
“This is right where a pantywaist like you belongs,” James said breathing heavily, “On your knees before a real man, with your mouth full of cock.”
I squealed as he rammed it in hard, aggressively face-fucking me now, as I struggled to breathe. His grip on my head was like steel and I was completely helpless to resist him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his phone clicking away—digitally recording for posterity, my utter shame and degradation.
“Get ready sissy—I’m about to fill your mouth with cum,” he said through his gritted teeth.
My lips and jaws were stretched to the limit as I felt his member suddenly swell in my mouth. With a violent spasm, he blasted the back of my throat with a huge load of warm, creamy semen, coating it in a slick layer as I gasped and fought to swallow it all. He moaned loudly as another copious batch sprayed into my mouth right behind the first—this was indeed the price for playing sissy dress-up in my back yard!
I gagged and struggled to swallow it all but I felt like I was drowning. I started to panic but his iron grip on my head preventing me from escaping. I gulped again and again, only to be rewarded with yet another gooey blast of warm, sticky semen.
At long last, he pulled his pulsing cock slowly from my sore, aching mouth. I gasped and fought to regain my breath as he gazed down at me with a look a vast superiority.
“Lick it clean, sissy,” he ordered me.
With a sob of defeat, I did as I was told, licking the big, shiny slick head and slurping up the last bead of white cum dribbling out of the tip.
“Good job, pansy,” he sneered, “You can count on a lot more of that in the future.”
“No please,” I begged him piteously, “Please—I did what you told me.”
He snickered as he showed me a few shots taken of my face, my cheeks stretched wide by his massive cock.
“That’s right sissy-boi, and from now on, you’ll suck my cock whenever I want.”
Zipping up his pants, he turned and left me, but not before grabbing a set of my house keys I had left on the counter.
For the rest of the day, I re-lived the humiliating scene over and over in my head, struggling to think of how I could get myself out of it, but in the end—I knew he had me right where he wanted and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. And even though I brushed my teeth twice afterwards, I couldn’t seem to get the slick taste of his semen out of my mouth. I tried to fool myself into believing that this was a one-off incident, and he would just leave me alone in the future. But that night, as I tossed and turned in my bed, I knew it was only a matter of time before he’d be wanting to use my mouth again.
The stress of the day’s events must have affected me because the next morning, I woke up to sodden sheets and the strong smell of pee in the room. After getting up, I was just in the middle of stripping them off, when I heard the front door close unexpectedly.
I froze in place, terrified to be caught in yet another compromising position.
“Oh sissy!” I heard James sing heartily from the hallway as he approached my bedroom, “Time for another lesson in cocksucking.”
I stood there in my pink nighty and soaking wet panties, rigid in fear, just as he burst through my doorway. Looking up at James’s 6’ 3” form, I watched as his eyebrows furrowed in disapproval.
“Is that pee I smell??” he demanded.
I swallowed hard and stared at the floor in mute silence.
“Are you a fucking bedwetter??” he barked.
Suddenly, he grabbed my skinny arm and turned me while his other hand swooped down and smacked my pantied bottom harshly. I cried out in pain, sounding like a little girl as his hard eyes drilled down into me.
“I asked you a question, sissy-boi,” he snapped angrily.
“Y-yes,” I bleated, my bottom still stinging from the swat of his hand.
“Yes Sir,” he corrected me, “--You are always to address me as Sir.”
“Yes Sir,” I whispered as my cheeks flushed with shame.
“Yes sir—what?” he pushed me.
“Yes sir, I’m a bedwetter,” I shamefully admitted.
“You’re a sissy bedwetter. Say it all,” he corrected me.
“Yes s-sir, I’m a…a sissy bedwetter.”
He shook his head in disgust.
“Obviously, your father must have been a big pantywaist like you. Clearly, you never got the discipline you needed. Looks like it’s going to fall upon me to take care of that.”
With his hand still gripping my arm, he took a seat on the edge of the bed and without warning, roughly hauled me over his lap.
“Wha-wait! What are you doing??” I cried.
I howled in pain as I felt his big hand slap my bottom again and again. I couldn’t believe how hard it was and I kicked helplessly, wailing as his palm smacked my soft, tender cheeks over and over. The pain was unbelievable and I burst into tears, crying like a baby as he blistered my pantied bottom. My desperate pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears and he continued to spank me viciously, turning my lily-white bottom into a crimson red, blazing inferno.
James stopped from time to time to scold me like a child;
“A bedwetting sissy like you should be wearing diapers—not panties,” a point he emphasized by smacking my hot, swollen bottom especially hard. I wailed and kicked again, my red face wet with tears.
Finally, he dumped me off his lap as he stood and began unzipping his pants.
“There are going to be some changes around here,” he announced as he fished his big cock out of his boxers.
“But first, it’s time for you to suck on Daddy’s cock,” he said as he grabbed me and positioned me before his swelling member. The act of spanking me apparently seemed to have aroused him because his cock sprang to its nine inches of fat glory in no time.
Still crying uncontrollably, I rubbed my stinging cheeks with my hands as he positioned his big beast before my trembling lips.
“Open wide, sissy-boi,” he commanded as she shoved it deep into my mouth.
“UMMPPHH!!” I cried as my jaws were stretched to the limit.
He was even more forceful today as he jammed his monster down my throat. I gagged over and over and he seemed to revel in my plight, making me slobber and slurp like his personal whore. However, to my immense relief, he came sooner than he had the day previous. After several minutes, he blasted load after thick load into my waiting mouth, forcing me to swallow what seemed like a gallon of his creamy seed.
Without another word, he left me to lick my cum-coated lips and contemplate a sissy's life of living under my neighbor’s thumb and servicing his big cock.
I didn’t see James the next day but the day after, he came barging into my house like he owned it. In his hands, he carried two large sacks, filled with something I couldn’t make out. I was wearing a short, white and pink little girl’s dress, matching panties, knee high school girl socks and my glossy pink Mary Janes.
Taking me into my bedroom, the first thing he pulled out was an oval shaped wooden paddle with holes and putting his hands on his hips, he turned to face me. Staring down on me with a hard look on his chiseled face, he made me tremble with intimidation.
“Sissy--it’s obvious that you need discipline. Your parents may have tolerated your bedwetting but it’s time I put a stop to it. From now on, every time you wet your bed, you’ll be taking a trip over my lap for a good, hard paddling. Maybe that will help to give you incentive to stop your childish bedwetting.”
I swallowed hard, gulping with fear. And it was so humiliating getting scolded by another man for my shameful habit.
“As I said before, there are going to be some changes around here. Since it’s obvious that you’re not mature enough to keep your panties dry--instead, you’ll be wearing diapers and rubber panties—and not just for bed but all the time when you’re at home. And when I find you’ve wet them—you’ll be getting spanked—got it?”
I could only too easily imagine myself over his firm lap, my bare bottom being spanked to a hot, cherry red with his fearsome new paddle.
In response, I bit my quivering lip and nervously nodded my head.
Grabbing my arm, he swung me around and swatted my bottom as hard as he could.
I howled in agony, clutching my stinging buns as I pathetically danced in place.
That paddle really had a nasty bite!!
“What did I tell you about answering me?” he snapped angrily.
“Y-yes sir, I understand!” I bleated between tears.
“Now let’s get you into your sissy diapers where you belong,” he said as he began pulling out a trio of thick, fluffy white cotton rectangles. He laid them on the bed, one over the other, placing a soaker pad down the center between each layer.
He pushed me down on top of them and thoroughly powdered me with Johnson’s baby powder. Memories of my mom diapering me at night came flooding back to me and I blushed beet red with shame. It looked like her bedwetting solution was coming back to haunt me and I shook my fists in shameful frustration.
I watched helplessly as he pulled up the fluffy thick cotton cloth and tightly pinned the fat diapers around my hips with pink duckie pins. He followed these with stretchy pink rubber panties, pulling the latex underwear up and pulling it over my diapers.
“There you are, little bedwetter boy—your very own baby diapers. How does it feel to be dressed like an incontinent toddler?”
My cheeks flushed brightly as I caught my reflection in the wall mounted mirror.
“And you better remember—if I ever catch you without these on—your bottom will pay the price,” he warned me menacingly.
“Y-yes sir,” I replied weakly.
“And now it’s time for you to put that sissy mouth to use and do some cocksucking,” he said with a grin as he began unzipping his pants.
In seconds, I found myself in the all-too familiar position of kneeling before James, his monstrous cock buried deep in my mouth, as he took his time stretching my jaws for his daily blowjob.
After James left, I felt defeated and humiliated. My new diapers felt both familiar and shameful. I wanted to rip them off but the oak paddle he’d left on my dresser top made me think otherwise. If he could make me cry from a hand spanking, I could only imagine how it would feel with a hard wooden paddle.
No, like it or not, the babyish underwear was going to a be a part of my daily clothing from now on. I was simply going to have to get used to them.
The diapers felt thick and imposing, albeit very soft, between my legs and it forced me to waddle around my house like a toddler. Going back to my bedroom, I emptied the bags out and began organizing my diapering supplies. He had bought ten pairs of rubber and plastic panties, all in sissyish colors and patterns. And I could see that there were enough diapers to keep me dressed like a baby indefinitely. After stacking them neatly, I placed the baby powder, pins, and diaper rash cream on the dresser top, just as my mom had done. My cheeks flushed at my submissive, cooperative acquiescence, getting my bedroom prepared as if it were an infant’s nursery.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took a moment to feel the buttery smooth front of my bulky diapers. I had to admit, they felt wonderful against my tiny little nub and with a few strokes, I felt it growing inside the bunny soft folds. The stress, frustration and shame of the last few days drove me to start masturbating furiously and in less than a minute, I came explosively in my new diapers.
After coming down from my high, I sighed with shameful resignation. There really was no getting around the fact that I was a true, dyed-in-the-wool, sissy pantywaist.
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Standing in place, I stamped my feet in frustration, bawling my eyes out and trying without success to sooth my scorched, blazing bottom. Hot, salty tears streamed down my wet face and I struggled to get my breathing under control. My stinging, spanked cheeks were hot and swollen in my hands and I couldn’t stop crying like a baby.
Last night, I’d managed to wet the bed again, soaking my new diapers, and true to his word, James took me over his lap for a long and painful session with his hard wooden paddle.
And as if that couldn’t possibly be any more humiliating, he had brought over his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, Stacey, to watch me receive my childish punishment. She was tall and buxom, stunningly beautiful with long, brunette hair.
Now, after watching me be brought to tears like a naughty toddler girl in my sissy dress, she was laying a fresh set of diapers out on my bed to replace the sopping wet ones I had kicked away during my spanking.
“I think this little pantywaist needs a diaper pail,” she remarked with a smug smile as she stood up and looked down at me. In her high heels, Stacey was just over 6 foot and with my short stature, I was forced to gaze up into her superior expression. Her luxuriant, dark hair framed a pretty face with fine features, and her incredible beauty made me all the more intimidated, humiliated and ashamed.
“I believe it’s time we introduced this bedwetting sissy to our little gift,” she said with a coy smile.
I was still crying hard as she sat me down gently on the stack of waiting diapers, not knowing what she had in mind. Beyond the fact that I was sobbing like a baby, I was ashamed for her to see my embarrassing little package, which wiggled unimpressively like a cornichon--those mini pickles you get in a French bakery.
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small, pink, cage-like device, with a larger ring attached behind it. Inserting a long narrow key, she separated the cage from the ring and began feeding my quivering genitals through it. I squirmed and whimpered, not knowing what she was doing but also mortified for this beautiful woman to see and handle my child-sized penis. How completely pathetic she must think that I was. It retreated in her smooth, warm hands and she had to apply some baby lotion to get it to become stiff enough to place the chastity tube over it.
“I think we both know that a sissy like you who is still peeing his diapers like a bedwetting toddler doesn’t deserve to have access to his willie,” she said firmly as she mated the two parts, compressing my little member frustratingly and impotently inside the cage. The cap-shaped tube was less than an inch long and I could feel my short nub filling it entirely, even as limp as it was.
This was going to spell the end to my chronic masturbation habit—that was for sure!
“No more erections for you, sweetie, from now on, this will keep your little wee-wee nice and sissy soft—just as it should be,” she said smiling as she re-inserted the key and rotated it, irrevocably locking the cruel device in place.
With a satisfied grin, she handed over the keys to James who quickly pocketed them with a chuckle.
“It-it’s not fair!” I pouted angrily as I shook my fists, my face still wet from tears. I hated being so powerless to stop them from doing anything they wanted to do to me!
“Guess you’ll just have to get used to doing without orgasms, sweetie," she giggled as she shook baby powder over me and began pulling up the soft, fluffy layers of diapers between my legs to pin them snugly around my hips.
“This is just what a sissy pantywaist deserves,” James said as he stood over me with his hands on his hips, “Now you can concentrate on your cocksucking skills, and how fast you can get me to blow my load down your throat instead of the next pathetic orgasm in your diapers.”
Stacey positioned a pink pair of rubber baby panties at my feet and I sniffled, feeling sorry for myself as she began working them up my smooth, skinny legs. At the same time, James was loosely fondling his crotch and I could see by his growing erection that I would soon be finding myself on my knees before him.
Sure enough, as soon as my waterproof panties were in place and my diapers all tucked in, I was made to kneel before him and his gargantuan tool was unceremoniously shoved in my mouth. His massive shaft was harder than ever, and I slobbered and drooled as my head bobbed obediently in the rhythm that I hoped would make him cum as soon as possible. I hated the control and power he had over me but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
At the same time, Stacey began snapping close-up pictures with her cell phone, showing James’s giant cock stretching my cheeks wide and his big, hairy balls slapping my chin as he plunged it deeply into my throat.
Just as I thought I was making progress, he suddenly and unexpectedly popped it out of my mouth, forcibly turning me around and pushing me down to bend over the edge of the bed. Stacey moved around to the opposite side and she quickly took a hold of my wrists, preventing my escape.
“Wha-what-are you going to d-do?” I quaked like a frightened mouse.
Stacy smiled with an evil grin as I felt my diapers being taken down again by James behind me. I squirmed around but in no time, my stinging, spanked red bottom lay bared and without warning, I felt some KY lube being squeezed into my back hole.
Just as I was contending with this unexpected development, I felt the fat, mushroom-shaped head of James’s huge, hard cock pushing determinedly against my virgin anus.
“NOOOO!!” I cried, trying again unsuccessfully to wrench my wrists from Stacey’s steely grip.
My eyes went as wide as saucers as I felt his fat member punch forcefully past my puckering sphincter.
Stacey grinned lasciviously at my compromising situation as my tight, sissy hole was quickly stuffed and stretched beyond capacity with James’s massive, meaty shaft. I squealed loudly and renewed my efforts to escape Stacey’s grip but she was far too strong.
James slid his fat, hard cock slowly but inexorably deeper, making me cry like a little girl as I struggled in vain beneath him. My caged nub was mashed against my soft diapers and a frustrated part of me was vaguely conscious that while James was free to give me a gooey, cum-filled enema, there would be no satisfaction whatsoever for me.
Deeply...in and out, he made long, lazy strokes, ensuring I got all nine inches of his slippery, hard man-meat. It felt like a baseball bat was being forced inside of me and I moaned helplessly, ashamed to think that finally, after all these years, this was how I was losing my virginity.
After a while, his pace quickened and he began pumping me with hard, hammer-like thrusts. I cried and squealed, my tight sissy hole sore and aching from his punishing rape. Everytime he pushed that monster to the hilt, I let out another loud squeal, as Stacey looked me directly in the eyes and enjoying every bit of my anguish. Behind me, my Mary Janes kicked desperately as I struggled against him while at the same time—my tiny little penis was throbbing with desperate need. It flexed and fought impotently inside the restrictive confines of my diminutive chastity cage but even the smallest erection was now out of the question.
James suddenly slapped the red side of my bottom and he plunged his massive cock in as far as it would go, bottoming out and grinding himself against me. He came explosively and loudly, blasting his hot man-seed deep inside my rectum. I squealed again and wriggled beneath him as I felt his warm, creamy enema filling my bowels.
I could feel his hard, ragged breathing on my back as he slowly came down, winded by his efforts. Squirming beneath him, I was completely focused on the fact that his fat cock was still hard and rammed to the hilt inside my poor, punished and aching hole.
“You just got ass-fucked, sissy-boi,” Stacey said smugly, stating the obvious, “And that’s the only kind of sex a pansy like you will ever get.
“Let’s check to see if he drained you.”
As James pulled out and I groaned with relief, Stacey rolled me over and wiped up a gooey blob of semen from the front of my diapers. I hadn’t experienced any kind of orgasm, but there was nevertheless a sizable load of cum that had been drained out of me.
“Open wide, sissy,” she said gaily as she pushed the creamy spunk into my mouth.
Submissively, I swallowed it down as she began putting me back in my diapers and pinning the sides together.
“From now on—you are to address me as ‘Mommy’,” she instructed me firmly.
“Yes Mommy,” I replied obediently as she pulled my rubber panties back up.
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A week later, James came over with one of his construction buddies and some power tools, and they set to work transforming my bedroom into a proper baby girl’s nursery. I was forced to watch, wearing my lemon-yellow sissy dress and fat, embarrassing diapers, as a pink frame was put around my bed, converting it into a crib with padded bars and then a playpen and highchair were soon completed thereafter. Stacey joined them and after painting the walls pink and white, nursery print appliques were added.
My growing collection of diapers and plastic panties were arranged around a new raised changing table with a padded, waterproof cover in a nursery print design.
I watched them with growing humiliation as my room was inexorably converted into a baby’s nursery, my new, shameful home. How could I ever explain this if someone came over?
Needless to say, I was made to thank both men by giving them long, sloppy blowjobs while Stacey watched and coached my technique. My mouth was slick with the taste of their semen while my jaws were sore and aching when the two of them finally left.
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I sat at my vanity, gazing at my feminine reflection in the mirror as Stacey stood behind me, brushing my shoulder-length blonde hair into two sassy pigtails and securing them with pink satin bows. This morning, she had brought over a new dress for me to wear, a short, toddler-style ensemble of virgin white with pink accents, and cropped, puffy sleeves with an even shorter hem which ended in frilly pink lace. As I looked from my freshly painted glossy pink nails, to my pink lipstick coated lips and the blusher Stacey had added to my cheeks, a buzz of anxious butterflies swirled in my stomach. I had been told that we were going to a Halloween costume party at a nearby fetish club and I trembled with nervous anticipation.
So far, my babyish outfits and diapers had only been seen by James, Stacey and his friend, but tonight, that was all about to change. I absolutely dreaded walking out the door and into public, dressed as a prissy little girl in diapers. To be sure, my present outfit did nothing to hide them, and I knew the first thing people would see would be my fat, humiliating pampers and shiny plastic panties. Stacey had bought a glittery pair of pink tights for me to wear and over that, she'd chosen satiny rumba panties with three rows of playful ruffles.
Looking away from my own sissyish reflection, I took a moment to gaze hungrily at Stacey who was dressed as a sexy nurse for this evening’s party. Her uniform (what little there was of it) was unbuttoned to reveal her nearly sheer undershirt that stretched maddeningly over her big, round breasts. Her deep cleavage plunged downward and in between the two shiny white cups of her bra. My little penis, locked away and neglected as it was, throbbed in bitter frustration and urgent need. She made me absolutely crazy with horny, sexual desire! Nevertheless, the steel cage imprisoning my tiny nub prevented even the smallest bit of growth and tears of precum dribbled out of the tip, slowly dampening my thick, fluffy diapers.
I was so envious of James, having a total babe like Stacey as his girlfriend. She was, without a doubt, a total knockout and I had never been in the close company of a woman like her in my entire life. Of course, much as I lusted over her and her succulent, curvy body, she looked at me with no more respect or desire than she would an incontinent three year-old.
And even though she had given me a long, soapy enema this morning, which had drained some of my pent-up cum, I was still horny as hell and wishing for an orgasm that I knew would never happen.
The bottle of warm milk Stacey had given me earlier had finally washed away the taste of James’ semen that had left a slick coating in my mouth and throat but after I finished it, she immediately replaced it with another.
Finally, her preparations were finished and she stood me up before the full length mirror. I had to admit, I looked very much the cute, doe-eyed toddler girl she wanted me to be. Only my height (all five foot, five inches of me) gave me away as an adult. Smiling down at me with obvious satisfaction over her efforts, she turned me around and slapped the fat, ruffled seat of my diapers playfully.
“Look at you, you big sissy,” she said, flashing her gorgeous smile at me, “Now everyone's going to see you for your true self.”
Biting my lip nervously, I quivered at the thought of being exposed like this.
“P-please, Mommy,” I begged her, “Please—can't we just stay home tonight?”
“Ha ha! No chance of that, sissy-boi,” she laughed, “We're going to make sure everyone sees just what a big pantywaist you really are.”
We stood in line outside the Fetish club where the three of us—James, Stacey and I, were waiting to get inside the club. It was estimated that there would be a couple hundred people coming, and it was easy to believe it when I looked at the line going down the street outside.
Stacey had put my new cock-shaped pacifier around my neck, which made me cringe at the thought of what people would think when they saw it. Now that we were in line, people passing by would look me up and down, see the pacifier and smirk, knowing full well what this pantywaist liked to have in his mouth.
Waiting nervously in line (which thankfully, was moving fairly quickly), I noticed that I was the only one dressed as an overgrown baby girl. Yes, there were a number of cross-dressers and people dressed in BDSM gear, but I definitely stood out in the prissiness of my childish outfit, to say nothing of my fat, humiliating diapers.
One particularly attractive woman dressed in black leather came up to me and after looking me up and down, chuckled with amusement.
“I hope your little dicklet is locked in some kind of chastity device,” she said with a smug attitude.
“Oh—absolutely,” Stacey answered for me, “Don't worry—his tiny clittie stays locked 24/7, in hard, stainless steel.”
“Right where it belongs,” the woman quipped as she moved to take her place at the back of the line.
I shuddered with shame and blushed hotly—this was so mortifying!
At last we reached the door and a pretty young woman was taking people's money for admission. Taking in James' muscular build, she smiled in admiration but when she saw me, her dismissive look said everything and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
“Aww, did mommy dwess her wittle baby girl?” she asked in a syrupy voice intended for toddlers.
Before I could answer, Stacey took the fat cock pacifier around my neck and stuffed it into my mouth. My cheeks bulged and they blazed scarlet in embarrassment as I sucked submissively on the rubbery dildo filling my mouth.
“It's his latest outfit. And of course, he's very well protected against the inevitable accidents,” Stacey said as she patted the fat, ruffled seat of my diapers.
Handing our tickets to James, the girl giggled and we went inside.
The large room was filled with many attendees but despite the wide variation of outfits, people still tended to stare at me more than the rest, or so it seemed to me. I felt so exposed and humiliated, sucking the big rubber cock in my mouth with its babyish, pink plastic guard. I could only imagine what people must be thinking.
A waitress came by to take our drink order; James ordered a double bourbon, Stacey a glass of champagne, and for me, she ordered warm milk for my baby bottle. Before our drinks arrived, James left us for a bit but soon returned after a few minutes. When he came back, he winked at Stacey who asked “if it was all set”.
“Yep—this should be fun,” he replied cryptically.
When our drinks showed up, Stacey filled up my baby bottle and let me take out my pacifier which was a relief to my jaws, which were starting to become sore. No sooner did she put the nipple to my lips to encourage me to drink when a woman I instantly recognized approached us. I gasped with shock as I saw the sexy witch before us who I knew as Mrs. Rosen—my boss from the retail store I worked at!
Looking me from my sassy pigtails to my glossy Mary Janes, she burst out laughing and my cheeks and neck flushed red. This was the worst possible development! I was so overwhelmed that in a sudden panic, my bladder let go and a strong, hot stream of pee immediately began flooding my diapers.
“Well, well, well, Francis—I had no idea you liked to dress as a big baby,” she said after she finally stopped giggling at me.
I looked around frantically, hoping for some kind of escape but it was already too late. Worse yet, I could feel the warm pee seeping between my legs, surrounding my tiny, caged penis and up into the fat, bulging seat of my diapers. It made me feel incredibly immature.
“Didn't you know? Little Francis is a chronic bedwetter,” Stacey explained with a smile, “Always has been. His mommy used to pin him into his diapers and plastic panties every night, but now that he's moved out, the poor dear has to do it himself.”
My boss burst out laughing as she looked me up and down again, clearly both shocked and amused at this new revelation.
“Aww, well, at least you get to wear some pretty panties, Francis...or should I say, 'Baby Francis',” she giggled.
I sobbed with shame and Stacey put my baby bottle back to my lips.
“Drink up, Sissykins,” she told me.
We were suddenly distracted by an announcement being made over the venue's sound system.
“Okay folks, let me have your attention please!” a woman's voice boomed loudly, “It's that time for the audience participation event to begin!”
I saw James grin knowingly at Stacey and she clapped her hands with glee. Not knowing what was going on, I looked up at the stage to see a statuesque brunette standing on stage, wearing a black leather bustier and and short leather micro skirt. Looking like a fierce but beautiful dominatrix, her big breasts were nearly spilling out of her top and she wore fishnet stockings that disappeared into sexy, thigh-high boots.
“Okay, I'm going to call out the names of the contestants. If you hear your name, please come up on stage and join me here.”
I didn't know what they were contestants for, but as she began calling up the names of people around me, I saw a number of attendees climb the short set of steps up to the stage. So far, five guys and one woman had their names called and were either standing up to the stage, or making their way up when I suddenly froze with fear.
“Francis Westerhoff,” the busty domme said in her loud, bold voice.
I felt another strong squirt of panic-induced pee re-warm my diapers as James put his big hand in my lower back and began pushing me none too gently towards the stage.
“N-no—no—no!” I squealed as Stacey smiled down at me and removed the diaper bag slung from over my shoulder.
I stumbled along, unsure how to escape being led up to the stage like a lamb to the slaughter. People cheered as they saw me stagger up the steps, my fat diapers making my progress even clumsier. I looked around frantically as the domme took my arm firmly and brusquely led me over to a position next to a crossdresser already in line.
With my fat diapers, shiny, glittery tights, Mary Janes and the sissy baby dress I was wearing, I felt like everyone's eyes were upon me.
I still didn't understand what this was all about when the woman went to stand in front of us, facing the audience, her free hand resting on her curvy thigh.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me as Mistress Jana. Today, you have the honor of selecting who gets his or her bottom spanked.”
The crowd cheered loudly with enthusiasm.
“I'll put my hand over the contestant, and based on your response, the lucky contestant will be taking a trip over my lap,” she explained.
Striding over to a lone chair that had been set up off to one side, she picked up a wooden Spencer paddle with numerous air holes along its face and slapped it hard against her palm to the roar of approval from the crowd. My heart skipped a beat and began pounding in my chest as I contemplated the possibility of a very public and humiliating spanking, witnessed by hundreds of onlookers.
Raising the paddle over the first person's head, a rotund man wearing an ill-fitting dress, the crowd responded with murmurs and mixed clapping.
Moving to the next person, a cute woman wearing a naughty schoolgirl outfit, the applause was markedly louder. The woman blushed and grinned back at the audience.
As Mistress Jana moved to the next person, a crossdresser in his twenties, the audience yelled and hooted, although not quite as loudly as they had for the woman before him.
Standing behind me, I nearly wet myself again as she held the paddle above my head. The crowd yelled and screamed, loud and long whistles filling the air. I blushed hotly, both shocked and ashamed at their obvious enthusiasm to see me get my bottom paddled.
Going down the line of “contestants”, the others received various responses, some loud and eager but clearly, none like I had received. After dismissing the others, she stood before me and waved her paddle at me, looking me in the eye with stern conviction.
“Looks like you're going to be taking a trip over my knee, baby-boi,” she grinned smugly.
“No--please--I didn't want this!” I wailed piteously, even as she took hold of my wrist and began authoritatively leading me over to the armless chair on stage. Turning to face the audience one more, she stopped just short of the chair.
“Who wants to see this sissy baby get his bare bottom paddled hard?”
The audience went wild and loud cheering filled the hall.
Bending down to speak in my ear, she simultaneously spoke into the mic; “Well Francis,” she said looking down at my name tag, “You're obviously a big sissy—and I'm going to make sure you get your money's worth today.”
I felt my diapers growing warm again as another urgent, fear-filled stream of pee flowed strongly into my already saturated diapers. Fortunately, my tights were doing a wonderful job of supporting the weight but I knew that all too soon, they would be around my ankles.
Taking a seat on the chair, the crowd began murmuring amongst themselves, pointing at me and clearly looking forward to the coming spectacle. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my boss, Mrs. Rosen, making her way to the front of the crowd to get a better view of her employee's impending punishment. The broad smile on her face said everything I needed to know about how she felt about me.
Mistress Jana began by pulling the stretchy nylon rumba panties down off my hips and lowering them down around my ankles. This was followed by her nails reaching into the elastic waistband of my pink tights and wrestling them over the thick bulk of my diapers, tugging them down around my calves.
“My, my...such smooth, girly legs,” she remarked with a smile.
Standing helplessly before her, I frantically stamped my Mary Jane-clad feet in place, my half-filled baby bottle still in my hand as I squealed with fear, frustration and humiliation.
“Please don't spank me!” I wailed desperately.
Worse yet--she was about to discover I had wet my diapers like an incontinent toddler!
With my tights and panties gathered around my calves, I stood before her (and the hundreds of eager spectators) wearing my warm, soggy wet diapers and colorful, nursery print plastic panties. As she reached forward to pull them down, I pulled back in fear. Angered that I had dared to defy her, she grabbed my slim wrist in her hand, spun me around and landed a hard swat to my thickly padded rear.
“Ow!!” I cried out, as the audience laughed with enthusiastic approval.
It quickly became apparent that she was used to taking charge and the busty domme swiftly yanked my clinging plastic panties down off my pee-soaked diapers and positioned them below my knees. The pungent smell of my urine surrounded us but before I could respond, she roughly pulled me over her lap where I landed with a humiliating squish.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” she said after picking the microphone back up, “It's now apparent that this sissy wet his diapers like the big baby he's dressed as. Who thinks that should add to his spanking?”
The crowd roared loudly in response and my clammy wet cheeks twitched reflexively in fear. I started crying crocodile tears as I felt the thick, wet cotton cloth being unpinned and pulled back as cool air wafted upon my damp backside. Taking only long enough to push my soggy diapers back between my legs, Mistress Jana's paddle swooped up quickly before crashing back down to land with a thunderous, blistering impact on my soft, bare bottom.
“YEOWWW!!!” I wailed at the top of my lungs.
The audience laughed uproariously and clapped their hands with glee as my spanking began in earnest. It only took two more cruel swats of her paddle before I burst into tears, frantically and desperately kicking my legs within the tangle of my tights and panties as Jana smacked me over and over.
Utilizing her years of experience, Mistress Jana used her wrist to deliver a series of scalding, stinging swats which left me breathless even as I cried like a baby.
Through eyes blurred with hot tears, I saw Mrs. Rosen smiling up at me from ten feet away as I was forced to endure the most humiliating punishment of my entire life.
Just when I thought she couldn't or wouldn't spank me any longer, the paddle came back down with another terrific impact, flattening my soft, tender cheeks and delivering another excruciating dose of searing pain that I knew would make it impossible to sit for the next three days.
Once again, I was paying a dear price for my weak, effeminate, prissy ways.
The audience egged her on, watching in rapt attention as this sissy baby in diapers got his bottom paddled and paddled hard.
With salty tears streaming down my red face, I shook my fists and bawled helplessly until finally, Mistress Jana ended her assault on my punished fanny. Pulling the cool, soggy wet cloth of my diapers back and over my red, blotchy bottom, she re-pinned the sides around my hips and helped me to stand up on my wobbly feet. I cried and cried, keenly aware that everyone's eyes were upon me as I humiliated myself before them.
Without a trace of sympathy on her stern, beautiful face, Mistress Jana pulled my plastic panties up and over my diapers but left my tights in place, forcing me to dress myself in front of everyone as I sobbed like a baby. With an evil smirk on her face, she watched as I fled the stage and ran into the audience, their humiliating comments filling my ears as I passed them. I hadn't gone far, when I stumbled upon James and Stacey, who I saw were actively engaged in looking down at Mrs. Rosen's cell phone with interest. I saw them snickering as she scrolled through various shots she'd taken of me—my tights and plastic panties gathered around my calves as Mistress Jana paddled my red bottom. The tears streaming down my face could be clearly seen as I kicked wildly and bawled like a crybaby.
Seeing me looking from behind her, Mrs. Rosen turned and beamed down at me.
“Just wait until everyone at the store sees these,” she exclaimed excitedly, “I'm sure no one realized what a big sissy baby you really are.”
A whimper of panic escaped my lips as I burst into fresh tears and suddenly felt my diapers getting re-warmed by another strong stream of pee.
“Aww, sweetie,” Stacey said comfortingly as she hugged me and patted my fat, diapered bottom, “We should probably get you home. It's been a big night for you and it's way past your beddie-time.”
Slipping her long-nailed finger inside the waistband of my diapers, she nodded her head knowingly, “Looks like baby Francis thoroughly wet himself and is going to need a diaper change when we get home.”
Mrs. Rosen giggled and said, “I'd love to see that.”
“Why don't you come by the house?” Stacey eagerly offered, “You could see the wonderful nursery we've created for him and see him getting his pampers changed, first-hand.”
“You don't mind?” my boss asked.
“It would be great!” she replied, “And it would give us a chance to show you his chastity device too.”
Mrs. Rosen giggled again, showing her perfect smile, “Lead the way!”
We drove the twenty minutes to get back home, while I dreaded every mile that took us closer and closer to my ultimate exposure. It didn't take long before we were pulling up into my driveway and everyone exited their cars to go into my small house.
“I think chastity is perfect for little pantywaists like you, Francis,” Mrs. Rosen confided as we walked into the house, “And I'm sure all the girls at the store will agree.”
I gulped at the thought of her telling them all about what she was soon to see in my baby nursery, not to mention seeing my tiny penis locked in its steel cage.
Standing me before my changing pad, Stacey smiled smugly as she removed my glossy Mary Janes and pulled my rumba panties down off my diapers, followed by my glittery tights.
Mrs. Rosen looked around the room with awe, clearly amazed by everything she saw but her jaw dropped wide open when she stepped over to my dresser and saw the framed photo of my mouth filled to capacity with James' massive cock.
“Oh-my-god!!” she exclaimed.
I blushed a deep red as she eagerly picked it up, taking in every detail of my cheeks bulging wide and the titanic shaft being thrust deeply down my throat.
“Wow. Just wow,” she uttered as she shook her head, “I didn't know you liked men,” she smiled.
“I-I don't!” I squealed in protest, “He makes me do it!”
Mrs. Rosen shook her head, clearly not believing my denials.
“Mmm, I doubt that,” she said as she set the picture back down, “I'll bet you love giving head.”
Stacey reached down and taking hold of my cock pacifier, forcefully shoved it into my mouth, stifling any further argument from me.
“I think we need to give your boss here a little demonstration of your cocksucking skills,” James said in his gruff voice.
By now, Stacey was pulling back the thick, pee-soaked layers of my diapers, and my minuscule caged penis was exposed before everyone. Mrs. Rosen burst out laughing and she bent down to take a closer look.
“Wow! That really is a tiny shrimp dick!”
Stacey chuckled. “It only made sense to lock it up so he can't play with himself anymore,” she explained.
Tears of shame trickled out of the corners of my eyes as I sucked desperately on my fat rubber pacifier. Stacey plopped my wet diapers into the bin and soon had a fresh bunch positioned underneath me. After applying a sticky coat of Desitin, she powdered me thoroughly and brought the sides of the bunny soft cotton around my hips, pinning them securely.
Mrs. Rosen was looking down at me on the floor, both literally and figuratively, as she shook her head in disbelief.
Stacey began sifting through an open drawer filled with plastic panties.
“Sissies like Francis don't need orgasms like real men do,” she told Mrs. Rosen, “And he gets so excited when he's got a nice, big cock thrusting down his throat, he needs a secure chastity device to keep him from getting hard and having an orgasm himself.”
Choosing a ruffled pink pair of rubber panties, Stacey fitted them over my feet and began pulling them up my smooth, girly legs.
“You really are a big, bedwetting sissy baby, aren't you,” Mrs. Rosen remarked with amazement.
I bleated helplessly, the fat pliable cock stuffed in my mouth preventing me from responding.
Stacey wrestled the stretchy latex panties around my bulging diapers and made sure all the voluminous cotton material was fully contained.
Meanwhile, James was smiling down on me, slowly stroking the growing bulge in his pants.
Stacey powdered between my thighs and then raised me to a kneeling position.
“Okay sissy, time to show your boss here the best use of your mouth,” she said.
James moved up and unzipped his pants, letting them fall in a curtain around his ankles. I gulped anxiously as I saw the erect monster waiting for me, huge and ominous as it tented his boxers. Lowering the waistband, James pulled his cock out and positioned it before my face.
“You know what to do, sissy,” he chuckled throatily.
Mrs. Rosen gasped and her cheeks reddened slightly as she took in the sight of his big, magnificent shaft for the first time.
My face flushing red with shame, I looked up shyly into his grinning face.
“May I please suck your cock, Daddy?” I asked timidly.
Mrs. Rosen giggled as James responded by thrusting it forcefully between my lips, immediately jamming it deep into my throat. Despite the number of times I had taken his member in my mouth, I still gagged loudly, choking on the gargantuan piece of man meat.
As best I could, I recovered quickly and began slurping and sucking on the beast filling my mouth. My cheeks bulged wide as my head bobbed up and down on his slippery tool, taking as much as I could before the fat, mushroom-shaped head bottomed out at the end of my throat. My tongue swirled around the prominent, throbbing nerve that ran the length of his veiny shaft and he moaned with pleasure.
Meanwhile, my boss had taken out her cell phone, and was filming the entire humiliating process.
“This little diapered sissy really loves cock,” she narrated.
Ignoring her humiliating comments, I used my hands to caress James' big, swinging balls, hoping to coax them to release their huge load of semen before my jaws grew too sore. Perhaps it was the act of humiliating me in front of my boss, but I could sense he was nearing the edge.
I picked up the pace, slurping and sucking more fervently now, my tongue tantalizing the warm, slick head of his mighty cock. And to my surprise, I could feel my own little nub starting to harden inside my steel chastity cage. It had been over a month since my last orgasm and by now, I was frantically horny everyday. With my mouth wrapped around James' hard cock, I felt a strange mixture of shame, envy, jealousy, and yes, arousal. My tiny penis throbbed with need and my desperation to cum drove me to suck even harder on his giant shaft.
Finally, I felt it swell in my mouth, and he abruptly jammed it down my larynx. With a loud groan, he blasted my throat with a huge, gooey batch of cum, threatening to drown me. I frantically gulped it down as he pulled his monstrous cock out slightly and sprayed the back of my mouth with another copious load. It was warm, thick and creamy, forcing me to desperately gulp down swallow after swallow.
At last, it became more manageable, and I was finally able to keep up, as the last bit of spunk dribbled out of the end of his still rock-hard shaft and on to my waiting tongue.
Mrs. Rosen and Stacey were grinning ear to ear as I submissively thanked James for the privilege of letting me suck his big, beautiful cock.
“Okay sissy, it's beddie-bye time for you,” Stacey announced as she began pulling my dress up and off me. Taking a white and pink onesie that was hanging over the edge of my crib rail, she slid the soft, stretchy garment over my head and outstretched arms, pulling it down my torso and snapping the crotch poppers together between my legs. James had gotten my baby bottle out of the warmer and I nursed submissively from the warm milk as Stacey tucked me into my crib, tucking my teddy bear under my arm and holding my baby blankets open for me.
Stacey turned on the mobile above my head and they said their goodbyes, turning out the light and closing the door behind them gently. As I lay there afterwards, listening to the infantile melodies playing above me, I stared up at the ceiling in the darkened room.
Reflecting back on today's incredibly humiliating events, I realized there would be no going back to my former life. Everyone who knew me would now forever see me as a big sissy-baby cocksucker, whether I liked it or not.
I sighed heavily as I considered my new life as a confirmed diaper-wetting pantywaist.
Maybe all this was inevitable, I mused. In my heart of hearts, I knew I'd never be able to get a girl of my own, never mind satisfy her in any conceivable sexual way. Perhaps it was better to just embrace my sissy side, knowing my mouth and boi pussy could at least make real men happy.
As I drained the last of the warm milk from my baby bottle, I reflected that some guys were born to become Alpha males and win over babes like Stacey, and some guys--like me, were born to become diapered sissies; forever chaste, but happily content.
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