Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@sissyfairy123
"That tiny little thing will stay caged, we dont want you dribbling that sticky mess everywhere so I'm going to keep you all wrapped up. Maybe we go pink next time"
What a wonderfully thoughtful & kind Mistress!! 💗 If I was ’Sissy Michael’, I would be hoping that Mistress would push the lovely ’cock-shaped’ dildo ALL of the way in… and secure it very tightly so it wouldn’t come out, for several hours!! 💗 Then… as I was wearing my pretty maids uniform… I’d hope Mistress would give my a lovely long list of menial chores to do!!! 💞
Michael should be given a nice warm enema first, then that nice big dildo can go in so he can hold it all in for a couple of hours.
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Mummy thinks I should spend the day like this doing my chores. Tiffany 🦋 xx
Your girlfriend pulls the top of the crib down, clicking into its lock.
“Now you stay here and take a nap while I do some chores. I’ll be back in later to check on you.” She smirks as she taps the side of the oversized crib.
You’re on your back, surrounded by the tall bars of a crib with its top fully enclosed, locking you in. Around you are a variety of stuffed animals and plush decorations. You’re wearing barely anything, just a small navy-blue t-shirt and tightly wrapped, thick plastic diaper covered in an array of colorful shapes and patterns. You squirm, kicking your legs against the wall of the crib. You try to shout, “I don’t want to be in here! I’m not a baby, I don’t want to wear diapers!”, but all that escapes is a muffled grunt. Inside your mouth is an oversized pacifier, strapped around your head preventing you from talking.
Grinning, your girlfriend coos, “Aw, its ok baby, Mommy will be back soon.”
It was the second day of you being in this situation. You had admitted your diaper fetish to your girlfriend and her response was more than you could have expected. She immediately assumed the role as your mommy and began transitioning you back to a toddler. Diapers, high chairs, breastfeeding, spankings and nap times were all now a normal part of your life.
The nursery door closes as your girlfriend leaves. Immediately you sit up, pressing your arms up against the top of the crib. The fixture moves slightly but seems stuck. You try again as tears began running down your eyes. You always had a diaper fetish and loved casually wearing them. You never expected your girlfriend to be accepting of it, let alone this. She had a nursery built into her basement, filled with diapers, oversized baby furniture and toys. She had coaxed you the night before into wearing a diaper, and you’d been stuck in them since.
You press your arms against the top of the crib again as a new feeling arises. A hot gurgling sound emerges from your stomach, signaling an impending disaster - you were going to poop. Panicking, you shake at the bars desperately looking around the warmly lit nursery. Looking back at you are the eyes of stuffed teddy bears, tigers, and turtles, almost smirking at your predicament.
Your stomach gurgles again, causing your gut to cramp. Cradling your belly, the pain forces you to bend forward onto your knees. Clinching your butt cheeks, the cramping subsides. You had to get of this crib quickly or you would be pooping your diaper like an actual toddler.
Looking up, your eyes catch sight of the lock for the crib. Astonished, you realize it isn’t completely closed. Smirking behind your spit covered pacifier, you wedge your finger into the contraption, unlocking it. Instantly you push the top of the crib open, standing up. You begin to lean over the waist high wall of the crib when another stomach cramp hits. It’s much more painful than last time and you involuntarily stand straight up, clenching again. Moaning into your gag, a loud fart erupts into your diaper, causing it to puff out. Your eyes are wide open, this wasn’t normal. Had your girlfriend given you laxatives? She’d already fed you several times, so it was possible. Furious, you relax as the cramping subsides.
You lift your leg over top of the crib, throwing yourself over and onto the floor. With a soft thump, you land on your bare feet, immediately sprinting for the door. Once you got out of the room, you would make a run for it. You’d have to ditch the diaper first - no, that would take too long, just run. This was your only chance to get back to your life and get away from your insane girlfriend.
You reach the door and begin to open it. Your hopeful grin slowly fades as you turn the door knob.
It was locked.
You let out a muffled cry as more tears began streaming down your face. Panicking, you look around the room for any options when your stomach begins to cramp again. This time the pain wasn’t as bad, and you feel like you have to fart. Your stomach feels like it is going to burst, so trying to relieve the pain you push, slowly releasing the pressure. Immediately a gush of hot mush burps into the back of your diaper. Standing there in just a t-shirt and a diaper, you had pooped yourself, like a baby.
Taking in the shock of losing the last bit of remaining dignity, another cramp hits, much worse than any of the others. With no control, your knees bend, and you cry into your pacifier as you begin pushing a huge load into the back of your Pampers. Several spurts of mushy poop, followed by a series of loud farts erupt into your diaper, causing it to expand. "NOO!“ you wail into your pacifier, grunting as you push more poop into the diaper. You can feel the soft plastic sag against your legs as more and more mess spreads into it. Finally, the pressure fades, and the last of mess pushes into your soiled diaper.
The smell is horrible, and you begin to feel dizzy. Blinking, you stumble slightly trying to regain your balance. In a daze you fall backwards on to the floor, landing directly on your loaded diaper. Poop shifts in every direction covering your crotch and backside. You began to wail, “MOMMY!” crying, now resigned to your situation. You feel so small, so out of control. Sobbing, you lean forward grabbing a teddy bear laying the floor. You grip into the toy, holding it hard as you can.
A slight creak from the door reveals your girlfriend, with a concerned look on her face.
“What’s wrong sweeti-” she stops, her face twisting into a disgusting smile as the abhorrent smell of your diaper hits her nose.
“Did you have a boom boom in your diaper?” She asks in a playful voice.
You can’t respond, cradling the teddy bear, sitting on the floor in a completely full diaper. You look up at her with tear filled eyes sucking quickly on the pacifier.
“Let’s have a look” she says as she walks around you. You can feel her lift the back of your shirt as she pulls the back of the diaper out.
“Oh my, this little boy made a big poopy in his diaper, didn’t he?” Giggling, she turns towards you.
“Do you need your mommy to change your stinky diaper?” She asks, locking eyes with you as she undoes the pacifier.
Immediately you blurt out, “I’m sorry mommy! I couldn’t hold it!”
“Aw, you’re adorable. Just a little while ago you didn’t want to be a baby. Are you ready to be my baby boy?”
You quickly nod. Something had happened - this woman had brought something out of you.
“OK, let’s get you some food first and I’ll get you into a clean diaper. Come here sweetie.”
Grabbing your hand, she helps you up, walking you to a large chair in the corner of the room. She sits down, pulling you into the chair. Unclasping her bra, she lets her large breast slip out. Instinctively you let the erect nipple into your mouth as you begin sucking. A hot stream of thick milk gushes into your mouth and you can’t help but swallow it. You feel your girlfriends soft hand brush over your hair as she begins humming a soft melody.
“You will always be my baby.”
Sunshine ☀️ and Pink Diaper! 💖
This is your outfit for the day sissy 😏.... I know you'll love it💖
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“You can do this. It’s going to be okay. They’re your family. They love you. They will never abandon you. Go out there. Be brave. Be strong.”
David gave himself the pep talk as he stared into the mirror. It was a sight. His long hair, newly done up at the salon by his laughing, tattooed hairdresser. The feminine, lacy top. And his diapers and pink, frilly plastic panties covering them. It was quite the look for a 22-year-old.
Six months earlier he’d started his first job out of college as a newspaper reporter and had rented a room from a 60-year-old widow. Quickly she took control of the formerly sporty male, reducing him through maternal love, discipline and humiliation into a feminized, diaper-wearing sissy. Eventually she’d made him quit his job. “No need to make money. Granny will buy you all the diapers and dresses and girlie stuff you need, sweetie.” She had locked away his cock, releasing him once every few weeks to spurt into his Pampers while he sucked a dildo and laid on the floor in front of his tormentor and her friends. She had hired sitters for him, old ones, young ones, cruel ones, sweet ones. When he tried rebelling she simply said it was too late. “Look at you,” she said one night, holding him by the rear waistband of his plastic panties in front of this very mirror, easily controlling him. “You are far too gone. Gonna be a male again? The hormones have taken you too far. The hypnosis has done the trick as well. Your clit has been trained to ooze sperm into Pampers, not pussy. What girl would take you now? And what about the fact you now wear your toilet, sweetie? It would take the top toilet training experts in the world years to retrain your bladder and sphincter.” As if to emphasize her point, his sphincter took that moment to fill his diapers with another messy load, bringing tears down his face while she lovingly rubbed her hands through his long hair. “My sissy,” she added.
And now the next step. Meeting his family. he had held them off for months, telling them he was too busy with his job. When they asked why they didn’t see his byline in the paper he said he had become an editor already. But now his granny – his fake one, his owner – had called his parents and invited them all over for a big weekend dinner. His folks were coming. His younger sister and brother. His actual blood grandparents. In fact, they were all now in the living room. He could hear them chatting, wondering where he was. Granny had just left the bedroom after telling him he had two minutes to come into the living room, or “I will come in here and drag you out by your hair, darling. Come on. It’s time to show off our diapered princess to his family.”
So he stood there, giving himself courage. “You CAN do this. They won’t laugh. They won’t disown you. They will still love you.” At that moment he again felt his bowels release a load into his diaper. Oh, god, not now. But what difference did it make. He was about to be outed. Exposed. Exposed to his family as a feminized, sissified, diaper-dependent pansy. Did it really matter if the diapers were poopy or not?
“Stand still or I’ll have my mom put you over her knee again. You want that? No, didn’t think so. Now stand there for this cute pic for Facebook.
Oh, sweetie, that little tushy really is so cute. The diaper sticking out, the leotard riding up your butt, all framed by your cute tutu. What do you think Marsha is going to say when I march you into her studio, huh? Will she be shocked that the stud she’s been fucking for six months has been reduced to a limp-wristed, sashaying, feminized, diaper-wearing ballerina? Do you think she’ll take me up on the offer to train you in the fine arts for a few weeks? What do you think her students will say? will they accept you or do you think there’s going to be some cruel taunts tossed at you by the girls? I know they are going to make fun of your poopy Pampers but wait till they see you try and dance! That will really set them off when they see you are such a klutz. Was the affair worth it, baby? Sticking your pee-pee in her fun hole all those nights behind my back while I worked, would you do it all over again? ARe you sad that now your pee pee will only be making pee in your diapers? And no more squirties now that you’re locked up? Oh, sweetie, it’s adorable how you’re trying to adjust your leo to cover up your diaper. Oh gosh. But no it’s not working, it’s still protruding obscenely. All the girls and Marsha are going to see your diaper, I’m afraid. And hear it of course too. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, my little ballerina. Can hear you coming from a mile away. You know you really are pale on top, aren’t you? Gotta get you a bikini and get to the beach for a nice tan too. Maybe Marsha will want to come along for that as well?
Okay, hon. Tippy toe over here and let’s get going to the studio.”
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