Panties and Pampers Sissy (Part 2)

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Panties and Pampers blog: GONE!

Hey all. Hardly anyone follows me here but I’m letting some folks who did follow me on my old blog know about this so maybe they can reblog to let the perverted masses know. I didn’t disappear or anything from the interwebs, at least not by choice.

My blog pantiesandpamperssissy.tumblr.com got deleted by Tumblr earlier tonight, totally out of the blue. May 9, for the record. For sexual content. On Tumblr. Where cocks and pussies pass by hundreds at a time. No warning, no nothing. Just gone. 9,000 followers. 1,200 posts. I know it’s happened to others. Anyway. I originally said I wouldn’t have the energy to write again but as I think about it my horniness and need to express some of that will probably win out, lol. Otherwise I’ll also try reposting my old stuff as much as possible.

Thanks to everyone for reading my little perverted stories and captions over the years. It was a great outlet for me and helped me cope with my own sissy and diaper desires and was always fun hearing from others. I really appreciated that so many folks seemed to enjoy them and would let me know as well or send pics of just write about their kinky lives or desires. Made life a lot more interesting! And it sucks that the blog is gone.

But, such is life online. But feel free to drop a line here! And keep living your fun, kinky lives! And keep writing about them! Tumblr can’t delete everything. Well...

My parents always had high hopes for me. Bless them. Athletic hopes. Academic hopes. Career hopes. And in many ways I've fulfilled many if not most of their expectations.

But they also were always convinced--and even as they near 80 years of age remain convinced--that I was going to be a world-famous writer. People would know my name. My fans would number in the millions, as would my bank account. I would have folks dedicating fan pages to my way with words. Creepy stalkers--like Annie from Misery, but hotter--would track me down because they needed to be closer to the man who wrote so beautifully and powerfully.

Instead I have superfans like this. These are my people. An obese, diaper-wearing, exposure-addicted, Pampers-pissing, crinkling, waddling, pacifier-sucking mess of a human being. You've seen him online, I've seen him online and people in public have probably seen him parading around in the thickest of diapers and the dumbest of looks. This is a man who has devoted his life to becoming one of the most exposed diaper fags on the entire world wide web. Really, that's his goal. He wants to be like, I don't know, the next Christopher John Ryan, another world renowned diaper fag. And I do mean worldwide. From Mexico--his home--to the United States and points around the globe, people have probably jerked off to his diaper-wearing antics and theatrics.

And he credits many of his adventures to me. Yeah. My stories over the years--you've read them, so you know they're always about pathetic diaper freaks whose lives are ruined--turned him on so much that pretty much everyone in his life now knows he's a diaper fetishist with no hope for a normal life. His employers know, for god's sake. The characters in my tales made him want to get out there and experience humiliation just like them. My own tales of diaper sissy patheticness also turned him on and inspired him. Every time he shows his deer-in-the-headlights face online--which is frequently--he's thinking of something I wrote or experienced and wondering if I'll next use his travails in another story.

My god. THIS is not what my parents had in mind, nor did I. But here we are.

But wait! Wait, wait, wait. You thought this couldn't get worse, didn't you? Well, it can. Because here's another twist on this twisted tale: I LOVE when this fag in turn humiliates me. Many times he's turned me on to the point of madness by talking about how I should let him expose me to the world as a diaper sissy so I can be forced into a life of permanent Pampers prison. No more escape, my face plastered everywhere just like his mug. I dream of serving him, a successful white dude serving an overweight Mexican diaper sissy. I'm sure a psychologist could do a lot of work with this, right before forcing me into an institution. Maybe my life will be so ruined by him I'll be forced to move in with him and live in some small Mexican town and sleep in a dirty room on a filthy mattress in my messy diapers as this fag rules over me. All the while he makes me keep writing stories to turn him on and force him into more extreme moments....Jesus, it would be our very own Misery script.

Okay, so that last part probably isn't gonna happen but you never know. You never know. I mean, did you ever expect that someone's words on Tumblr could force a young man like this to throw away his life for the cheap thrills that come with pooping your Pampers in public and then creaming them from the exquisite embarrassment? No, right? Yeah, neither did I.

And I bet my poor parents never expected this out of their writer son either. Oh well.

man2maiden

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"Be meaner. Really. He doesn't mind. And if he does ever mind, he'll pay for it."

Brenda sat on the loveseat, staring at her co-worker Jenny's husband Paul, who had just served them some grilled cheese sandwiches and coffee and was now toddling away back to the kitchen, thong'd ass on display. Brenda hadn't really been impressed with the sandwich--a bit burned--and had lightly commented on the quality when Jenny said she should stop holding back her feelings.

"See, you have to say something like this. Sissy?"

Paul stopped his walk and turned to face the ladies, tears coming down his face. "Yes, mistress."

"Brenda thinks you're a horrible cook and if you can't do that what use are you as a faggot?"

"Jenny!" Brenda exclaimed.

"What? It's true, right? Like you know he can't fuck me with his one-inch clit. You know he was addicted to internet porn until I caught him. You know he makes 25,000 thousand a year as a freelance writer. If he can't fulfill the simple duties of making a goddamn sandwich for us, wouldn't you say he's kind of useless? And knowing he wears those pretty panties and stockings when he sucks cock, he is a faggot, right? So he's a useless faggot. Right?"

"Well," Brenda started, still a bit freaked out by this whole arrangement she had learned about last week and was now experiencing in person for the first time. "Yes, I suppose so."

"Yeah! So tell him what you really think. About his food. About him."

Brenda cleared her throat. Well then, she was just going to tell the truth. And judging by the way his ridiculously tiny cock was twitching in the thong--was it actually a clit that Jenny called it?--maybe the poor pathetic thing did want to have women be mean to him. Him...her? Anyway.

"Sissy," Brenda now said. "I know you're worthless as a man and judging by the burnt pieces of bread I just tried chewing on, you're not any better as a sissy maid. You're utterly useless, aren't you?"

Silence.

"Answer me!" Whoa. Where did that come from, Brenda thought, while seeing Jenny grin and feeling a little bit of a pulse.

"Yes, ma'am. I am worthless."

Wow, she thought. What a creature.

"So if you're worthless around the house and in bed and in life in general, maybe Jenny should just get rid of you. Sell your ass to some man far away who can fuck you till you cry and make some use of you. Make you suck his cock and call him daddy."

Uh, whoa. Now Brenda giggled and muttered, "I'm so sorry. Sorry. That was too much." The dumb pansy was really bawling now while Jenny clapped and whooped it up. "Brenda, you tasty bitch. That's a good idea. Hear that, sissy? Shape up or ship out."

Now the sissy curtsied--actually curtsied--and asked if he could remake the sandwiches.

"No, I don't think so," Jenny said. "They really were awful. Order us some Doordash. Panera. And yes you will answer the door like that."

womansbitch

pantiesandpamperssissypart2

There have been two big occasions when I stared in awe at something kinky and bizarre happening in front of me and I regret not following the people.

20 years old and I'm prancing around a YMCA in my Speedo, attracting smirks from girls and longing looks from horny men. I'm done for the day but still in my skimpy bikini when five feet away an elderly man and a guy my age are getting dressed to go to the pool. The younger guy is wearing a pink Speedo and the elderly man tells him "Good boy" and takes him by the arm toward the pool. I quickly went over to a sink I knew would be in their path and the older guy smiled at me approvingly while the younger fairy had his head bowed as he was about to be led out into the main swimming area in his ridiculous bikini bottom. I so wanted that to be me. I wanted to follow them but was suddenly scared of being seen as a voyeur so just watched them go.

Standing in line at a bank with about six people in front of me, including a man and woman in their 30s. The guy is wearing a yellow shirt and very obviously has a bra underneath it. The woman kept rubbing his back and the bra and at one point snapped it. He never said a word, seemed very meek, and she was grinning the whole time. They got served and then left and I wish I would have just given up my spot in line and followed them out for a bit as she never stopped rubbing his bra, seemingly reminding him at every moment of what he was wearing. --My own favorite bra moments include the fitting when the salesgirl assumed I was going to wear it out of the store and I couldn't help but nod yes while she smiled. And walking down the street in a white shirt with a black bra under it. I had a sweatshirt on to cover it and finally got the guts to take it off and the first thing a younger woman behind me told her friend was, "What a fucking pervert." I nearly came in my panties right there.

Jodi and her mom had finally convinced Jodi's sister Katie to sit down on the couch and watch the video. They'd warned her that it was going to be very, very difficult and they should watch it while Katie's hubby, Steven, was at work.

Was it easier to explain the video and then play it or play it and then explain it? Jodi finally decided they should just play it. Get it out there. So she clicked play.

And there, on the screen, was Steven sitting in a hotel room. Wearing thick diapers with the words "No pussy, only Pampers." Wearing a ludicrous-looking, short, midriff-baring Barbie T-shirt. Sucking a pink pacifier? His eyes looked terrified and yet he spoke directly into the camera. Jodi looked at the screen--she'd probably watched it 20 times already--but watched Katie out of the corner of her eye as well.

"Hello. My name is Steven James," Jodi's brother-in-law now said on camera, while rubbing the front of his obscenely thick diapers. "I am 50 years old and I am a married virgin. I have never fucked my wife, Katie. I only cum in my Pampers or my wife's panties. I also enjoy pooping and peeing in my diapers, in private and also in public. On numerous occasions I have waddled in public at the mall and pooped my Pampers and been laughed at by hot girls who make fun of me or point at me and when that happens I have cum on the spot without even touching my clitty. My penis is only 1 inch long which is why I call it a clitty. I have given money to women in person and online to dominate and humiliate me and make me do dirty diaper things like the pervert I am."

Jodi kept waiting for Katie to yell to shut it off but all she heard was her sister breathing. Steven continued onscreen: "I want to apologize to my wife Katie who should not be stuck with a pencil-dick pansy who dreams of sucking cock and being incontinent 24-7. She deserves a real man who could fuck her and make her happy and also make a decent living and not spend all his money secretly buying Pampers and pacifiers and slutty clothes. I also want to apologize to my sister-in-law Jodi and my mother-in-law Judy. I have cum in my diapers while thinking of both of you seeing me and laughing at me and I apologize for defiling you like that. I am a failure as a man. I need to be laughed at. I need to be outed. I need to be in diapers forever. Thank you."

The video ended. No one said anything for a minute and finally Katie looked at Jodi who explained. "So I got this in an email the other day from a woman named Mistress Melissa. All it said was 'your brother-in-law has a confession to make.' I exchanged some more emails and apparently Steven has been talking to this woman for months and training with her but somehow he fucked up and so she outed him to me. And now to you. And to mom. It's nuts. I'm so sorry Katie."

Now the tears came. Jodi hugged Katie. Their mom hugged Katie.

"He's a diaper faggot," Katie finally said and the use of the f-word startled Jodi. They had been raised to not call people retards or fags or anything and now suddenly Katie blurted that out. But, well, he was, right? Steven right there on the screen was proving to be a diaper, yes, faggot. A diaper fag. Jesus.

"It explains so much," Katie said now.

"Like how he couldn't give me grandkids," their mom butted in, though that seemed, to Jodi, like the least of the issues.

Katie's phone rang and she held it up to Jodi. Caller ID showed Steven. Katie refused to pick it up. Apparently she wasn't prepared to talk to her diaper fag hubby yet.

"So......" Jodi said...

"Post this now. On his Facebook. He's logged into our computer. He wants to confess to what he is. Let everyone know."

Jodi wasn't expecting that but this was Katie's choice. So they got Steven's laptop, found his Facebook, went to post, uploaded the video and clicked post.

And now everyone would know the real Steven.

cuteabgirls

Diaper punishment

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"Don't fucking move, sweetie. You guys are fucked enough, I wouldn't want to have to spank you now too in addition to what I'm going to do to your deadbeat boyfriend."

Kayla sniffled and nodded her head in agreement as sweaty Italian greaser held her head and guided her to the apartment corner like a naughty little girl.

Naughty girl. Two words that usually thrilled her, as they had, oh, 20 minutes earlier when her and her boyfriend Rich were engaging in some of their regular diaper fun. Each of them liked dressing up in diapers and each enjoyed punishing the other and getting punished. They'd take turns--switching, if you will---being mommy or daddy or naughty girl or naughty sissy, both of them in their thick Pampers. Teasing each other. Spanking each other. Rubbing each other's diapers until they were on the verge of squirting all over, only to pull back at the last second and warn the other to not dare cum in their Pampers. Just good old-fashioned fun for a pair of sexually experimental 25-year-olds.

Then a pair of 350-pound Tony Soprano look-alikes had come bursting through their apartment door, looking to collect on Rich's unpaid debt to their gangster boss. Yep, Rich's gambling habit had not been cured as he claimed to Kayla months earlier and he was in deep shit with the wrong people. Both of the diapered sluts squealed when the real men came in, grinning, one of them smoking a cigar, both of them caked in sweat, as if they'd already spent half their day breaking legs.

One of the Sopranos marched over and bitch slapped Rich and then started kicking him while the other took Kayla by the hair and the rear of her diaper and frogmarched her to the corner, telling her to be a good girl or else.

Rich wasn't so lucky. No warnings. Only beatings. With Kayla now anchored to the corner both men went to work on Rich. One of them put him on his knees while the other slapped him with his hand and then the back of it. Back and forth till his lips bled. One of them yanked him back by his hair and said, "Want my partner here to face fuck you, diaper faggot? Or maybe we should do that to your little girlfriend?"

Rich moaned and Kayla sobbed.

They propped Rich over the knees of one of them and he delivered a 10-minute spanking that brought total sobs and submission and cries that he would pay back Mr. Antonelli soon. Each spank was punctuated with a taunt about Rich's thick diapers, now filling with piss out of fear. Kayla could only kneel in the corner and pray that she didn't become collateral damage.

Finally, after a few more kicks to his ribs, the men left with one warning.

"One week. 8500 bucks. Or we drag the two of you out of here in your fucking Pampers and bring you out onto the street and into our car and drive you right to Mr. Antonelli's house. Where you'll get to meet his dogs."

Even now, a year into this whole new....adventure, Susan still wondered if she did the right thing. After all, her sister Barbara wasn't a trained psychologist. She had zero medical background. She didn't have any kids of her own so what could she possibly know about raising a son in 2026?

Yet Susan had indeed listened to the advice of her older sister and the results were now lying on one of the two queen beds in her hotel room. There he was: Tyler, her 19-year-old son. Former 3-sport star who seemingly lost his mind a bit in college, majoring in parties and pussy while hardly ever going to class. He apparently did drugs too. The bad kind. Reefer and such. Barbara told Susan once boys start in on that the next step is usually heroin and then he's gone forever.

So what was a mother supposed to do, especially after the college gave Tyler the boot and he had to move back in with her, where the partying, drugs and sleeping with anyone with a vagina continued? Right under her roof! Drove her insane.

Over coffee and biscuits in Barbara's house, Babs explained step by step how she would reform Susan's wayward son "but just be warned and I'll only say this once: If I save him from a wretched future that probably ends with him like his loser father, you need to accept that the son you knew for 19 years will be gone. For good."

What in the world did that mean? He wouldn't be a man anymore?

"He'll have his man parts but his mind will be in pieces and replaced by something compliant, pliable, softer, agreeable. More feminine yes, but still a male. But not a son like you had."

Susan said she had to sleep on it and then when she walked in and found Tyler and some whore smoking dope in the basement she called her sister and said, yes, we need to do this. For his own good.

And now, well, there were the results. 200 pounds of diapered sissy. Feminized. Sissified, was the word Barbara used. Back into Pampers "and never getting out of them" in more of Barbara's words. "He'll be lisping and mincing the rest of his life," in yet more of Barbara's words. "You don't ever have to worry about him doing drugs again. Or drinking anything outside of his baba. No more girls in his life. No more pussy. In fact he'll barely have anymore cummies." Cummies. That's what Barbara called them that first day when her humbled and humiliated son was returned to the house by Barbara, who brought him in on a leash and his diapers on obvious display under a short skirt.

It had taken some adjustments, sure, but she had finally been convinced it was all for the best and it was nice having her baby back. She worried about what would happen as she aged. Like, Tyler at 45...what's that looking like? Barbara assured her she would set something up for him to be taken care of by a kindly woman or a cruel man and not to worry. For now, in the sissified present, Barbara had also helped by setting up a lot of babysitters to help Susan. Usually girls around Tyler's age who didn't mind the extra cash for the very odd babysitting job. Ugly sitters, cute sitters, they all enjoyed embarrassing Susan’s boy.

No babysitter on this trip to Niagara Falls, though, a spot Susan had always wanted to see. Just her and her thickly diapered son, who was currently passed out after a busy day on the boat. Yes, people looked at them a bit strangely--the mom holding her 19-year-old son's hand as he toddled and waddled around while wearing pink shorts--but folks accept pretty much any lifestyle these days.

Susan went over to her sleeping son and patted his thick rump and he stirred slightly. She rubbed the rear of it and he practically mewled in his sleep and she had to admit handling her diapered pansy of a son like this....stirred some feelings in her soul. And her body. Something about his utter submission made her tingle in a way no man had since she herself was back in college. Was that sinful? She'd have ask to Barbara. Barbara would know.

She rubbed his back a bit, feeling his ever-present bra and remembering the cries he released the first time he got fitted for one of those by a pretty salesgirl who had apparently never seen a diapered sissy.

Susan decided to order a bit of room service. Tyler would get his baba and baby food and maybe, just maybe, depending on Susan's mood, perhaps he'd get a bit of her breast too before she put him down for the night.

Her little diaper sissy. Brought to her by her big sister.

If he could just go back in time. Not a long time. Just an hour. One hour. When he was home safe and sound and watching basketball. Then he got the horny idea to go to the mall bookstore in his diapers and strip down in the bathroom to his diapers and bra and crawl around a bit while making a video for his domme. He'd done it dozens of times and it was always safe because no one ever caught him. So many outstanding cummies followed from those adventures.

But there's always that first time, right? When things go wrong and life is never the same?

And so it was that as the sissy crawled on all fours in a mall bathroom, thick diapered ass in the air, a store employee walked in at that very moment to take a piss. What horrible luck, huh? The sissy heard the door opening and scrambled to his feet, sort of pulling his shorts up halfway but only then realizing how futile it all was since he was, of course, also still wearing a bra. And sucking a pink pacifier. Oh yeah, the sissy had forgotten that in his terror. The stupid sucking sounds reverberated throughout the tiny restroom.

The man took it all in and then noticed the sissy's camera on the floor recording all of it. Well, of course things are going to escalate from there! The sissy went to grab his phone and put his shirt on but the employee wasn't having any of it and got to them first and held his ground, opening the door to yell for a coworker to call security.

The sissy pleaded with the man that it was just a prank, a stupid prank. No, it was a bet. With a friend! The man told him not to move and the sissy, despite outweighing the man by 100 pounds, obeyed and bawled. Security showed up two minutes later and two burly guys held him in place and he eventually gave up on thrashing like a pathetic fish tossed into a boat. He accepted his doomed fate.

Ten minutes later real-live police came in the form of a 30-year-old female cop who slapped her handcuffs on the now-bawling, diapered pansy and read him his rights and then told him to stand there while she took statements and looked at the recording on his phone. Pretty incriminating! The sissy stood there on display as various employees came back, at first shocked, then smirking and shaking their head and taking pics of their own. Hey, he wanted this outing documented, right? No, he just wanted to rewind the clock and stay in his house watching hoops. But the call of the perverted thrill of the diapered wild had been too much.

The cop finally wrapped things up and stuffed his shorts and shirt into a bag and marched him out just like that out the door and past onlookers and into her car. Should she have covered him up? Yeah maybe. And maybe her boss would have something to say about that. But she hated pervs like this and wanted this one to FEEL every eye on him and to realize he was now and forever going to be known as a diaper pervert. He wasn't going to be out in public for awhile so might as well let him enjoy the walk of shame. He'd be in all the local papers and on the local news the next day. He bawled from the second the cuffs locked on to the second she pulled into the precinct. He was now diapered and exposed as a true freak.

No going back in time on this one.

Michael had been certain his grandfather was going to murder him when he found him prancing around in his grandma's panties. Grandma was at church and grandpa was supposed to be out fishing but apparently he'd forgotten something and when he came back in he found his 19-year-old grandson mincing about in a silky pair of his grandmother's Vanity Fair panties. Michael wasn't sure who was more shocked but he was sure he was more mortified. And probably more dead.

Grandpa was an old-fashioned guy. Strict. Man's man. Had raised 7 kids, worked in a factory, been in Vietnam, tough guy.

And yet that's not what had happened at all. No, not at all.

Instead the first thing grandpa did was sit down in his recliner, call Michael over, grab him by the wrist and put him over his knee and spank him what felt like 100 times, on each cheek. Right over the panty and all while Michael cried "like a little sissy" in his grandpa's words. Okay maybe that wasn't surprising. Michael should have expected a beating. But it was a bit strange that grandpa was...hard while he delivered the corporal punishment. Michael could feel his grandpa's hardening cock with each blow and each time he fondled Michael's, well, his grandma's, panty.

Then grandpa stood him up in front of him and said a lot of VERY weird things. Like...

"Look at you, never seen such a sweet little thing. Goodness. Not even a cock in those panties, is there? Just an itty bitty little clitty. No wonder you've never been with a girl, have you? Say yes grandpa if I'm right. Good. But say it with a lisp. Say yeth grandpa. There we go. Good. Yeah, you've never been with a girl that's for sure, little panty slut like yourself. Look at you. Like how those feel, little sissy? Huh? What do you think your grandmother would say if she found you like this? She'd spank you harder than I did, believe me. Turn you into a prissy little girl if that's how you wanted to show off. My oh my, yeah."

The whole time grandpa kept rubbing Michael's pantied ass or pantied cock, er, clit. Or snapping the waistband of the panty and leering at the sound and the sight of Michael flinching.

"Just a scared little thing, aren't you. Well I know how to tame nervous does like you, hon. Don't worry. Get all that nervous seed out of you soon enough, right there into your panties. Mmmm. As cute as you are we have to get you some cuter ones, right? Some ones that are cheeky, riding up that sweet ass. Or maybe a thong for a panty thief like you? Naughty thong for a naughty girl? Yeah. I'll take you to the store myself and make the salesgirls get the right size panties for my new cute granddaughter. And I can't wait to show you off to my friends. Oh yeah. Old Walter and Mark and Steve they'll really like seeing you prancing around in your cute panties. Even Judge Williams. Wonder what you'd look like in these panties and on your knees, mouth open. Huh? Ever think about that? Of course you have, little pantygirl like yourself probably thinks about it all the time. What do you think your basketball teammates would say seeing you all pantied up, huh? Think you're still starting? Or maybe I should hand you over to the cheerleaders. Yeah, they know what to do with naughty panty sluts. Haze you real good."

Michael finally started crying and that just encouraged his grandpa to rub some more.

That's when the door opened again. Michael nearly died of terror a second time. This time grandpa didn't react at all. Just slowly stood up, turned Michael around and made him face his grandma. Who shook her head and laughed.

"Another little panty slut in the family, huh? Just like his father."

And then grandma did indeed give her spanking and provide her own look into Michael's future.

abpunished

Diaper Punishment

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“Mom! He pooped his panties! Oh god it’s so gross.”

Shane stood there frozen as his cousin held up his skirt to see that, yes, he had pooped his panties.

“I told you he was a pantry pooper, mom. And you know what that means?”

Shane bawled in response as now his aunt Mary walked in, smirking. “Pampers. Pampers for Shane.”

“Pampers!” Emily yelled.

How had it gotten to this point? How?!

Well, he had dropped out of college. Or, more accurately, been booted. Which is what happens when you don't ever go to class, get drunk basically every other day and twice on the weekends and fuck any college skank who comes within a foot of your twitchy cock

His single mom, overwhelmed already at home with Shane's five younger siblings and no man at home since Shane's worthless father had walked out--a move that didn't make her a very fan of man, including of her oldest son--took up an offer from her former husband's wack job of a sister. "Send him to me. I'll turn him into a proper member of society and a proper girl."

No idea what that meant, his mom thought, but bon voyage. Did Shane refuse to go? Of course. No 19-year-old boy will willingly go live with his weirdo aunt and his weirdo 25-year-old cousin who as far as Shane could tell had never dated or done much of anything in her life. Very weird family. And he was now going to be the centerpiece and showpiece of that family. Because while cousin Emily was indeed homely and unfuckable and undateable, she was quite skilled at computers and so quite easily planted some things on Shane's computer that would attract the attention of the authorities if the time ever came for that. Or, he could be a good boy and come live with them.

Soon he was spanked, perfumed, taken to a salon, sissified, plugged, taught to curtsy and prance and preen and parade. Was he pantied? Oh yeah. Pantied with his cousin's panties and his aunt's and soon enough his own. Whole assortment of panties for a good pantygirl. Auntie and cousin told folks around town that their nephew/cousin was emotionally fragile and transitioning and who was he to disagree, what with the computer threat hanging over him. But auntie warned him from the first time she pulled a pair of panties up his legs and situated them just so on his hips and clitty: "I don't put up with panty poopers. I never have and never will. So if you poop your panties you will be going into Pampers. And you will never come out of them. Not in a day, not in a week, not in a month, not ever. Ever. Not in five years or 10. Or 20. And if auntie ever died well, Emily, was only a few years older and she and Shane could be in their 60s together and she would make sure he was still in his Pampers sucking his pacifiers.

And now, just as they were about to go out shopping, lo and behold Shane felt his stomach churning and soon enough a revolting load was filling his panties. Perhaps auntie had helped out with a little something in his breakfast but the fact he remained he pooped his panties.

Emily would get the chance to put him into his first thick, crinkly, humiliating diaper. Shane waited for his cousin to take him and lay him down and remove his filthy undergarments and stick him into diapers for good.

"No, not yet," auntie said. "We'll still go to the mall and he will go in his poopy panties so everyone who smells him or sees him will know why he's going to be in Pampers for good. So come on, panty pooper, off we go."

And off they went, for the next stage of Shane's now wretched existence.

acutiepatootie

The start of this reminds me of an older story, but upgraded. Just a real strong vibe.

The terror of radical self-acceptance through the control from a trusted, idolized, or feared female, on occasion a strong, dominant, older, taller, slightly evil, slightly chaotic good, and mysterious sorts of male antagonist. None of them caring for back talk or rebuttal. That's what you'll find with @pantiesandpamperssissypart2

always realistic, but with enough 1980's-television-level: "Will Johnny make the canyon jump? find out next time on.." narration. As well as a Looney Toons, or Jim Carreys, The Mask level of sequence of event and finding fortunately unfortunate fates. like that cartoon of the droopy-eyed-dog where the expectation is always subverted a certain direction.

This author, in my humble opinion, should be considered a staple of a generation of padded losers. Like, on your bookshelf, you've got The Odyssey, Of Mice and Men, 1984, Where the Sidewalk End's, The Illustrated Man, and a collection of 1,001 of pantiedandpamperedsissy's short stories.

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Thank you to acutiepatootie for the way-too-kind words. But any writer likes to hear compliments so I will take them!

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Diaper Punishment

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“Mom! He pooped his panties! Oh god it’s so gross.”

Shane stood there frozen as his cousin held up his skirt to see that, yes, he had pooped his panties.

“I told you he was a pantry pooper, mom. And you know what that means?”

Shane bawled in response as now his aunt Mary walked in, smirking. “Pampers. Pampers for Shane.”

“Pampers!” Emily yelled.

How had it gotten to this point? How?!

And if auntie ever died well, Emily, was only a few years older and she and Shane could be in their 60s together and she would make sure he was still in his Pampers sucking his pacifiers.

And off they went, for the next stage of Shane's now wretched existence.

Six months ago I drafted an email to a kink-aware therapist near me to help me deal with my sissy and diaper addictions. I never sent and it's still in drafts. Maybe I'll send one day. Anyway, that made me think of this scenario.

************ "So, tell me about your relationship with women. Broad strokes." That's what the therapist said.

And I just started talking.

"Any woman I see. Any woman. I think about them laughing at me or humiliating me or spanking me or punishing me or slapping me or smirking at me or talking about me or telling their friends about me. Every. One.

Like, my mom. My dear, sweet mom. I picture her learning her 50-year-old son is a diaper fag and she's confused and disappointed and sad but does her best to help after my wife throws me out and agrees to diaper me sometimes. Feed me a bottle. Call me a bad girl. Fucked up, huh?

My older sister. Real black sheep of the family while I'm the star. I imagine her finding out my secret and blackmailing me into Pampers or she tells everyone. Her daughter is 25 and a domme on OnlyFans. I want to submit to her and send her my diaper fag pics and have her find out her favorite uncle is a sissy diaper slut.

I was walking down the street earlier today and two black girls, probably 20ish, were sitting there laughing and I thought about one of them just draping me over their lap and spanking me until I bawled, right there in public.

I lived with my grandma for like two months when I was 22 and I wanted to wet the bed and have her enact petticoat discipline like I would read about online. For real.

Women with tattoos? They intimidate the hell out of me and anyone I see with one I want them to slap me in the face and call me a little bitch.

I go to the doctor's office for my regular checkup and I want the nurses to see on my chart that I''m incontinent and know that I wear and wet and mess my diapers and have them pity me. Aw, poor guy. In Pampers for life. And I would cry about it in front of them.

Girls in tights? Hot, right? Those great asses? I don't think about fucking them. I want those tights over my thick diapers and to waddle into a mall while I suck a pacifier.

College cheerleaders at basketball games? I picture them learning that I once played college basketball and now I make cummies only in Pampers and because they learn I'm not a real man they force me into their outfits and trot me out in front of the crowd while I bawl.

I see a woman walking their dog down the street? I want her to collar and leash me and lead me around on all fours.

One of my aunts has always intimidated me and I always wondered what it might be like if she found out I used to steal her panties and wear them. Would she panty punish me? Take me with a strap on? Make me suck off her husband while she watches and grades me?

I want to be arrested by a female cop who sees me making a public spectacle in diapers and cuffs me behind my back and marches me through the mall and to my fate in jail.

My dental hygienist is so hot and I dream of her seeing my diaper waistband and treating me like an imbecile.

I am submissive and docile to any woman at work as I know they are smarter than me and they all love working with me as I know what i'm doing and I always support them and I sometimes wish they would lecture me or put me over a desk and slap my ass with a ruler.

I want my former crush to know I wear Pampers and poop in them in public. Can you tell her? Or that's a confidentiality thing?

One time years ago I wore white pants, women's pants, with floral underwear under and two teen girls followed me around the entire mall laughing at me and calling me a sissy and taking pictures and I took it.

At the beach I lay in front of hot girls who laugh when they see me in a bikini bottom. It makes my clit leak. By the way my penis has never been inside a vagina, not even my wife's. I make cummies in panties or diapers only. You can treat that?

I can't walk by a salon without wanting to be diapered and sissified and sitting in the chair as a stylist gives me a faggy perm and forces me to trot out into the real world looking ludicrous.

I want my wife to hire the college girl next door as my babysitter.

My wife, if she finds out I'm a diaper fag she will tell everyone and leave me and ruin me. And that makes my clit leak.

Um, well. That's off the top of my head right now. I can keep going."

That's what I would want to say to a therapist. Think I can be cured?

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At 20 I thought there was no way I'd be 25 and still wanting to be in diapers and frills.

At 25 I knew I'd be done with this hideous curse of diaper and sissy fetishism once I got married and would just be a normal man with a normal man and normal wife.

At 30 I knew if I just squirted a few more times when my wife is out of town and I can sneak my Pampers and skirts and dresses and bras that I would ejaculate all the sissy desires out of me for good.

At 35 I thought if I just got my thrill of pooping my Pampers in public and enjoying the humiliation of being mocked in public that that would rid me forever of this addiction and I could return to boxers and a normal life forever.

At 40 I thought my midlife crisis would lead to me maybe figuring out it was time to move on from the fetish that has controlled me since my teenage years and has haunted me and destroyed my sexuality and led to me being a virgin for all my years.

At 45 I said I would stop looking at diaper and sissy porn and just look at regular intercourse videos and learn how to fuck my wife like a real man should.

Now at 50 I see a picture like this of an elderly, diapered sissy fag and realize I will one day be 60 and then 70 and then 80 and I will never, ever escape my Pampers. I will be in them forever. No escape. Ever. And it's only a matter of time until I'm totally exposed and outed and am stuck in these types of outfits just like this sissy forever.

So this picture of this sissy makes me leak. And cry.

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"Daddy and I are going to be a while, so let's put on your panties to protect you from leakies!"

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"Good girl, letting Miss Missy put your panties on you. See, you can behave. I knew you could! But I still have to tell your mommy and daddy about this, right?"

Ethan shook his head and muttered a pathetic no through his pacified-plugged lips. No Miss Missy didn't have to tell his mommy and daddy about the fit he'd thrown when his babysitter had said she was bringing over a few of her college friends for the night. Pretty girls just like her who were curious about this VERY strange babysitting job she had. Girls who would take pictures of her diaper sissy charge and laugh when she told them how his wife cucked him with his boss and now the two of them kept him in Pampers for good. No more work--his pitiful freelance salary was not missed--no more golf, no more nights out with the guys. Just diapers and humiliation and a pretty babysitter earning some extra cash.

The idea of not just Missy but her gorgeous and mean friends seeing him had broken something in Ethan and boy had he thrown a tantrum. Naughty girl! Missy had used her expert spanking technique to tame him and gotten him back into his crib and that's when the begging and pleading had started to not tell mommy and daddy about his outburst. He knew their punishment would hurt. And be utterly humiliating. Please, Miss Missy, don't tell.

But what kind of babysitter is inconsistent with her charges? What message would that send? So, yes, she would tell mommy and daddy everything. Just then the doorbell rang. "Oh, that's the girls. You gonna be a good sissy and be good for my friends and cry like the bitch you are?"

He nodded.

"Good. Then maybe I won't tell mommy and daddy."

His eyes lit up. Oh, thank god.

"Just kidding. There, diapers and panties on, cute as a bug."

"Aren't you sick of the lies?" "Yes, daddy." "Aren't you sick of hiding for 50 years?" "Yes, daddy." "Aren't you sick of lying to your poor wife? Of being a 50 year old virgin who can't even fuck his own wife or give her the pleasure she deserves?" "Yes, daddy." "Aren't you too fucking old to keep pretending you're a success? That just because you played college basketball and have a great career that it means you're a man and not a diaper-wearing sissy faggot who needs to be owned by a daddy?" "Yes, daddy." "Don't you want your wife and your boss and your sisters and your nieces and your friends at the country club to finally see you for what you really are?" "Yes, daddy." "Aren't you tired of wearing boxers? And don't you want to be incontinent and feminized and in your Pampers for good, wetting and messing them for real? And forever? With no hope of ever escaping them? Of waddling and crinkling for the rest of your life?" "Yes." "And don't you want to be daddy's sissy? And learn how to suck a cock? And get fucked and then taped back into your diapers? And used by daddy's friends? And spanked? And kept in a crib? Mittens on your hands? No cummies allowed except when daddy says? Huh?" "Yes, daddy."

"Okay. So, dressed just like that--yes, with the diapers showing and the dress tucked in--walk out of your hotel room and down to your class reunion. Pacifier in, yes. Show the world what you are. And then your new life can begin tonight when you drive to daddy in utter ruin. Right? You'll walk out now and down to the reunion?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl. See you soon."

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One play had broken him. One play and one game and one comment.

It was late in the second half of Morehead State's battle against Valdosta. It had been a tough game already for Shane. Entered it averaging 18 but had just three while Valdosta's top player D'Angelo had gone for 27 points and 11 boards. Valdosta was up 11 when Shane went back on defense on a 2 on 1 break. He challenged D'Angelo at the rim and got posterized by a thunderous dunk that brought the house down. As Shane lay on his back, also called for a foul, D'Angelo leaned down, pointed a finger at him and said, "Fucked you up and I'm gonna fuck your girl too."

Shane flipped out, slapped his hand away and got a technical for his troubles too. He refused to tell his teammates afterward what D'Angelo had said but it tore at his core.

That night he told his girlfriend Casey about it and she laughed but later that night--after she said she was going out for drinks with galpals--she sent this pic. "Better on the court, better in bed. Bye, sweetie. Oh, and D says you should put on a pair of my panties and get on your knees and maybe he'll come and stuff you off the court too."

He threw his phone. Then picked it up. And stared.

And felt his cock twitch.

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Patrick rolled into the house after his five-day business trip, ready for a beer and some hoops on the TV.

He walked into the living room and called out for his wife Kathy. No response. He'd taken a cab from the airport and just figured she was home but hadn't looked into the garage, where he'd see her car was gone.

Instantly he knew why she was gone. There they were on the living room floor. Nine of the 20 diapers that had come as a "fun pack" from an adult baby company. He'd ordered them a few weeks earlier when his wife was away and had stowed the box in the garage under a bunch of other boxes. No way she would find them. Patrick wore a few while his wife was gone and had taken three with him on this business trip so he could do some crinkling and diaper self-play in his hotel.

But..she'd found them? How? FUCK FUCK FUCK. He called out again for her though the silence confirmed what he already knew: She was gone and probably for good. She wouldn't want him to explain himself. She didn't want to hear how the diapers made him feel good or how he had had this fetish for decades or how it was harmless or how maybe she could be a mommy and it would bring them closer together. No, she was probably gone.

But she was also a very private person. A churchgoing mouse of a woman who hated airing any dirty business and hated gossip from other people. So his secret was safe at least. They would get divorced and make up some reason and it would be awful and devastating but then he could have his diapers. Just look at them!

That's when he saw the note on the kitchen table.

"I found your pictures too, by the way." What? No. No. No. Not the pics of him wearing diapers just like this. Wetting them. Messing them. Sucking a pacifier. Holding signs begging for mommies and daddies to change him. How had she found that secret file on their computer? She didn't know anything about technology.

That's when the alerts started on his phone. Facebook notifications. He was always logged into his vanilla Facebook on the home computer and his wife had....uploaded all the pictures.

"Hi everyone. It's Rhonda. But these pics are Patrick. Just wanted everyone to know why I'm getting divorced."

So this wasn't private. Not quiet. Everyone was going to know he was a diaper-wearing sissy fag. Everyone. But hey, at least he had these cute diapers to give him comfort as his life as he knew it ended and a new one as a Pampers fag began.