Ryan wanted to cry. The sound of the locks of the door told him that he had no escape, and he knew he only had himself to blame.
He had always wanted to be dominated, and Daddy John had promised him that. He arrived at what was likely his new home that morning, telling no one since his fetish was his secret to share with very few. And Daddy had promised that he would show him all the fun a diaper loving sissy like him could have. His past visits with others had been great, why expect this to be any different?
Well Daddy John had quickly shown what could change when he took charge immediately. Ryan was barely in the door before he found himself lying on the carpet, naked, with three extremely thick diapers being secured around his waist. A short red dress, a pair of heels, and a long wig were put on him quickly afterwards, and his head spun with just how dominant John was. Ryan sat on the floor, legs apart, as John stood and told him that Ryan was to never say no to John, lest there be consequences. Horny, the thick padding turning him on, Ryan agreed, and was helped up by John. His bag was taken away, though Ryan barely noticed, the thick padding muting the situation around him.
The day had started great. John was a bit rough but Ryan didn't mind. He was shown John's bondage toys, which were used when Ryan was fed several bottles of various liquids. Milks, juices, and some sweet tasting waters. It was a simple handcuff behind the back setup for lunch time, where a huge bowl of what John called "A fiber rich baby Ryan meal" was fed to him, leaving him bloated. John had told him that he could use his diapers however he wanted, and that he would have to earn his changes. This excited Ryan as the large amount of liquids and mush churned in his stomach. About an hour later it became too much, and his stomach found relief as he squatted, sweating and his face red as his diaper expanded, the bulk of it causing the mess to expand and his now releasing bladder soaking his thick diapers. Despite the first usage taking several minutes to complete, the outsides were still pristine.
"You like being a sissy diaper filling slut, don't you?" John asked him, watching the entire time from the couch as Ryan was hunched over on the floor. Ryan nodded, as John flipped him onto his back and started rubbing his diapers. "I bet you want to stay here forever, don't you?" John asked. Ryan couldn't even form the proper words, his mind spinning as he moaned a garbled mess of confirmations. "Well lucky for you, you are going to. You get to be my diaper packing bitch forever, do you like that?" John said. Ryan was slightly confused, but the situation was too much, and he released into his just used diapers, spasming until he was completed, his body relaxing to the floor. He was in bliss, until he heard the sound of a camera click. He looked up and saw Daddy taking pictures of him.
Ryan attempted to stand up, when he was pushed down by Daddy. "Stay on the floor slut" he said, the action causing him to sit directly on his hot, gooey mess. Now with post-release clarity, the action he had taken was less orgasmic and more gross, and he tried to move when John pushed him again, holding him down as John felt his body weight mushing the poop in his diapers further. "I told you that you're going to stay, and I meant it. I have the photos to prove you're just a diaper wearing sissy, and I could send it to all your friends and family. But I won't, so long as you listen to every word I say." John smiled as the words rattled in Ryan's head. He was forced to agree, and commanded to crawl down the hall.
When he first arrived, it was seen but didn't click that the door at the end of the hall had several locks attached on the outside. They were set at this moment, and looking up, he saw Daddy undo them, and open the door exclaiming "Take a look at your new room!" It was a mixture of a nursey, featuring pink and girly decor, but all sized for an adult, and the childish outfits next to the multitude of differently sized and shaped sex toys wasn't lost on Ryan.
He was still looking around when Daddy quickly had a collar around his neck, and when he attempted to stop Daddy from latching it, he felt his hands swatted away. Once done, a leash was clipped to the hook on the front, and John pulled it to get him to look at him.
"From now on, you're my sissy diapered slut. You'll do whatever I say and want. And you'll do it with a smile and enthusiasm and in diapers." Ryan listened and slightly quivered. He had no phone, it was in his bag, and with the photos combined with no one knowing he was here, how could he not agree.
"From now on, your name is Rachel Mushtush. You will be treated, and expected to act like a sissy girl. Do you understand?" Ry-Rachel, nodded. "You are not an equal, you are not an actual woman. You are a sissy bitch who will do what I say, when I say it. You will have to prove your worth daily. Prove you deserve to stay here and not be dropped off in an alleyway. Prove you deserve to stay with me in my home, and not sold overseas. Prove you are dedicated to pleasing me, by submitting your body for my use. Prove that the stock of diapers in there should be used to change you, and not sold to fix your fuck ups and repair your messes." Rachel was almost sobbing now. This isn't what he wanted. He just wanted to have some fun.
John looked down, Rachel's eyes starting to well up. John smiled, knowing what he was set to say next would begin to break the sissy girl. "You will be expected to develop your feminine body for me. Keeping your sissy clit but growing a pair of breasts that will be played with. Your hair grown out. And your excess body hair shaved daily, eventually laser removal when you earn the right to have it done. Plus..." John said, pulling on the leash to strain the sissy's neck as he circled his finger around Rachel's lips, "You'll learn to be a cock sleeve for a real man." Rachel's eyes widened at this statement, and she paniced, scrambling slightly forgetting about the leash around her neck. She barely crawled a foot before John yanked it, causing her to sprawl to the floor. John flipped her over, unbuttoning his pants and he told her it was time for her first lesson...
Rachel had went numb, after several minutes of gagging and choking as the thick member worked her virgin throat, eyes teary and John's final thrust quickly followed by him pulling out quickly and splattering her face with a hot, sticky mess. She was exhausted, the gravity of the situation set in as seed dripped down her face. Daddy John tapped his small head on her cheeks, a few extra splatterings left where it met skin. Once complete, he put it away and produced Pacifier, oversized and filling Rachel's mouth again, but with less girth and length than had just been in it. John removed the collar, and using a towel, rubbed her face, leaving a film on her face and barely cleaning it.
With no words, none were needed or changed anything, John led the stunned sissy by the arm, dressing her in some girly, child like designed pajamas, her thick, swollen diapers still just as visible as when she'd started the day as Ryan. Once dressed, John walked to the door, smiling at Rachel. "That outburst cost you. A full 24 hour sentence to get acquainted with your new room. There are bottles under the bed. They're liquid supplements I've created to be your new diet. Plus some have a few extra surprises to help clean out that attitude of yours. I would also suggest not trying to take off or change you diapers. I have a 24/7 camera feed around the room and if you push me, you'll find yourself streaming online. Welcome to your new home Rachel Mushtush. Daddy is so glad you decided to visit!" With that, John closed the door, and the stunned Rachel realized her new life was set to begin
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