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MR. AND MRS. CAGE
by Deewet, 2003
“I’m not sure,” I told Mr. Cage, my face lowered so I didn’t have to look in his eyes and see the sure contempt. His question caught me off guard, coming so unexpectedly as we ate in Goodies Diner. He wanted to know if I ever thought about dressing as a girl. It was if he could see through my jeans to my pink panties. So sudden was his question that I answered, “I’m not sure” before I could stop myself. Now all I wanted was to get out of this booth and forget about working on his farm for the summer.
“I embarrassed you,” he said. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you are so little for a high school senior that I wondered if you might have experimented with girl’s clothes. They would fit you much better than boys.”
My head grew hot and I didn’t respond. Instead, I played with my fries that were growing cold on my plate. Did I ever experiment with girl’s clothes? If he only knew how many times I fantasies about being dressed completely like a girl. When I looked at girls in their skirts and dresses, I wish so hard to be them.
I finally looked up at him, wondering where this was headed.
He leaned forward, his warm eyes looking safe. “I can make your dreams come true.”
Not being a complete fool, I knew he was coming on to me, but I also knew that he was married to a very good-looking woman. What was he offering me?
“Let’s go out to the house,” he continued. “If you find you are uncomfortable I’ll bring you back.” He smiled. “But, I’m sure you will be more comfortable than you can imagine.”
My voice was gone. I could only nod.
His smiled grew. He tossed the keys to his truck to me. “You go on out in the Blazer while I take care of the bill.” He leaned across the table and whispered. “There’s a bag in the back seat. You slid out of those clothes and put what’s in there on for the ride home. Mrs. Cage put those in there for you to wear home.”
I numbly rose from the booth and headed for his Blazer, wondering if I should run to the nearest phone booth and call for my older sister to come and take me home. Except she wouldn’t be home since we didn’t have a place to live anymore.
The Blazer was on the far end of the parking lot, thankfully away from other cars. My heat beat fast as I wondered about what clothes were waiting in the bag for me.
What ever I thought would be waiting for me in the bag, wasn’t at all what I expected. Mr. Cage’s talk about girl’s clothes made me figure a dress or something might be in there. Instead, when I climbed into the Blazer, looked in the bag, I found two thick pink diapers, a pair of plastic pants with side snaps, diaper pins, ruffled socks and a pink shirt. Everything looked to be sized to fit me.
I couldn’t believe it. He wanted me to dress up as a baby girl.
For a few moments, I sat stunned, wondering what this meant, fingering the plastic pants. They were very soft, but crackled loudly.
“Come on now,” Mr. Cage said as he arrived at the truck. “Get on back there and change.”
“I can’t wear those,” I cried.
“Of course you can.” Mr. Cage closed the door. “Mrs. Cage picked those for you.”
“But, they’re baby clothes.”
“That’s right,” he replied. “You’re going to be our baby girl for the summer.”
I didn’t know what to say. Never had I thought about wearing baby clothes in my fantasies, but somehow this intrigued me. I’d lived a hard life with no one ever taking care of me. The thought of being babied for the summer sounded not so bad.
“Someone will see me,” I said, telling him with my unspoken words that I wasn’t freaked out by the idea of being their baby.
“No one will,” he pushed me gently. “You take off those clothes and I’ll get your diaper ready.”
The word diaper made my stomach jump. Did he expect me to use the diaper also for stuff. I was afraid to ask and too submissive to not follow his orders to take off my clothes. I glanced around for anyone in the parking lot, and knelt on the floor, unbuttoning my shirt. I hesitated at my jeans because of the pink panties I wore.
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Mr. and Mrs Cage part 2
Author: Deewet, Nov/10/2003 12:13:10 [-04]
I think I put the first part two not a response to original.
He glanced over at me. “Come on. Let’s see what’s hiding in those jeans.”
This would be it. He’d not only see my panties but that I shaved everything including my legs. Slowly I wiggled out of my jeans, hoping to stay low enough from prying eyes outside the SUV.
“Well, look at that,” he said, chuckling at my panties. They were satin tap pants with lace around the legs. I had stolen them from a store a few months ago and loved the feel of them. “It’s almost a shame you have to take them pretty things off, but we need to get you in your diapers.”
Again, that word sends my head spinning and my eyes fall on the diaper spread out on the leather seat, waiting for me to lie down on it. More than a piece of pink cloth, to me it represented a doorway to something I wasn’t sure about. What will they expect from me after he pins me in that diaper?
I had to make up my mind. I couldn’t stay kneeling here on my knees clad only in pink panties. I don’t really make up my mind, but when he held out his big hand for me, his eyes said that everything would be fine and he guided me to the waiting diaper.
I slipped out of my panties and close my eyes when he pulled the diaper up between my legs and I was enveloped in thick softness. It feels so strange to have the thick material between my legs. He pined me in securely and next he pilled up my plastic pants and snapped them in place.
My head swirled with emotions as I finally opened my eyes and could only stare at the hugeness of the bulge from the diaper. There was no way I could wear pants over the diaper.
He lifted my arms up and pulled the pink shirt over my head. Last were the ruffled socks.
“Why don’t you stay lying down so people can’t see you,” he said to me.
I surely agreed, feeling so exposed in my diaper and plastic pants. No way did I want anyone to see me dressed like this.
He left me for a second. He returned with a baby bottle. “It’s just easier to drink from a bottle in that position,” he told me. I took the bottle from him and began to drink the cold milk.
Mr. Cage started the truck and pulled out of the diner parking lot. I wondered where their farm was since we hadn’t gotten to that in the interview at the diner. He had called me at our cheap hotel room where we lived in this year. One of my teachers recommended me to him for working on his farm. This had surprised me since I’m not exactly farm hand size being barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds.
Now, I realized why they wanted me and I’m sure I wouldn’t be doing any farm chores dressed like this.
The ride took a long time. It was dark and I was asleep when we arrived. The gentle rocking of the road and my tired state made it impossible to stay awake. One time, I awoke to a full bladder from the milk and the iced teas at the dinner. I really
needed to go pee and I told Mr. Cage. He laughed and asked me what I thought the diaper was for.
It took me a few minutes to relax enough but in the end, I really had to go and was able to pee. It felt so strange and weirdly comforting to feel the warmth spreading across my front and it tickled a little when some pee trickled between my legs to pool at my butt.
The door opened and Mr. Cage lifted me out of the back seat. He carried me like a child and the crunch of gravel from his boots sounded familiar. It made me feel young and helpless.
Mrs. Cage came running out to me us. She shrieked with pleasure. “He’s so perfect.”
Both Mr. and Mrs. Cage were tall. She towered over me. I figured she was over six feet tall. When he sat me down on a couch, she quickly pulled away my plastic pants from my diaper. Again, she shrieked. “He’s wet,” she exclaimed. “Pick him up and will take him or I should say her, to the nursery and get her some dry diapers.”
Again, I was lift as easy as a child and taken up the stairs to an incredible room. It was totally decorated for a little girl expect everything including the crib and changing table were oversized to fit an adult – me!
Before I could protest, Mrs. Cage placed an oversized pacifier in my mouth and Mr. Cage laid me on the changing table. Cooing all the while, Mrs. Cage pulled off my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. Without thought, I began suc-king on the pacifier in my mouth as she wiped me and placed another thick diaper under my bottom. This time, I was liberally powdered before she tightly pinned my diaper closed. Instead of snap on plastic pants, she pulled out a pair made of nylon on the outside with rows of ruffles on the butt. They were also lined with plastic to keep things dry.
She worked my feet through the leg openings and I had to lift my diapered butt so she could work them over my thick diapers. Everything came in a blur. Soon I was out of my pink shirt and wearing a short dress. The dress was a satin pink bodice and full skirt with pink Minnie Mouse’s. Under the skirt, she put me in a full, pink lined petticoat. I was wearing black Mary Jane shoes. All my fantasies were coming to true life and I worried that I might just be dreaming. After she fixed my long hair in bows and a brushed a little makeup on my face and eyes, she started crying. “You’re so perfect,” she said, confusing and embarrassing me.
When she took me to a full-length mirror and when I saw how cute I was, I also cried and wet my diaper a little.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage Part 3
Author: Deewet, Nov/13/2003 13:02:36 [-04]
My mind and emotions swirled with confusion as I looked in the mirror. It was as if I had gone back in time to something I missed in my neglected childhood. Many times, as I was left out of being picked for sports on the playground because of my size, I would look over at the girls in their skirts and flowing hair and wish I’d been born one of them. Now as I stand in my wet diaper, wearing a dress and all the frills, I wanted this to never end.
Mrs. Cage took my little hand in her hand and we walked out of the room, or I should say she walked, I waddled because of the thick diaper between my legs. I hesitated at the top of the stairs. The house was huge and didn’t look like a farm house. Large two-story windows in the atrium scared me. People could look right in and see me dressed this way.
“Come on dear,” Mrs. Cage said, pulling me toward the steps. “Daddy is waiting downstairs for his new little girl.”
There was no point in resisting after I’d let things get this far. At the bottom of the stairs was Mr. Cage with a video camera. I searched to see out the windows, but it was dark outside and all I saw was the reflection of me dressed as a little girl with my rumba pants peaking out below my hemline and my hair in pink bows.
Both of the Cage’s had wide smiles, but deep inside me a voice was wondering were this was headed. I’d never done anything gay before, but being dressed like this made me worry about Mr. Cage’s expectations.
Nothing seemed sinister as they took some pictures of me posing in the atrium. After the photographs, they led me into a family room. Mr. Cage lifted me up to sit on a chair high from the floor. My feet did not touch the ground.
Mrs. Cage knelt in front of me and told me what they expected for the summer. I would be paid well in September for playing house with them. During the summer, I would have no control over what I wore or did. Since I was to be their baby girl, I would always be diapered and have no use of the toilet.
I swung my legs like a little kid as she continued. So far, it sounded odd, but I surprisingly wasn’t freaked out by the notion of being in diapers all summer. It sounded serene to not worry about going to the bathroom. Whenever I felt the urge, I could relieve myself and as if a conformation, I peed while she talked.
She always wanted to play house, but her career had gotten in the way and she wasn’t the type to have kids. She wanted someone like me who she could mother but not worry about them growing older and out of diapers. “We will have lot’s of fun,” she said, “and we won’t force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Mrs. Cage stood and did a very strange thing. She leaned over and kissed my forehead.
I looked away. Embarrassed and confused about the love I was feeling from them. Why did they feel this way toward me? I was a stranger to them. Someone who would allow himself to be diapered and dressed like a sissy. What could I do when they asked if I would stay but nod yes.
Dinner was fed to me while I sat in a highchair. I wore a large plastic bib with animal print to protect my pretty dress. While they ate fish, I was feed cut up hot dogs and milk from a bottle. All the while Mrs. Cage feed me, they talked about the fun things I would do being their sissy baby. I would have all types of wonderful girly clothes to wear. They would never want to embarrass me in public, but Mrs. Cage wanted to take me out to get my hair done and shop. In those times I would be dressed a little older but still be in diapers. “You’ll easily pass for a teenager,” she said as she finished feeding me.
After dinner, it was time for me to be changed and be put into my pajamas but before the night diapers, I was given a wonderful, hot bubble bath. It should have embarrassed or excited me to be bathed by this hot woman, but with her being so much bigger than me, I just let my mind believe she was my mommy. My blond hair made my beard very light, but she put something on it to keep my face smooth for weeks.
She had me stand as she dried me with a pink towel. In my new bedroom, my nighttime diapers and plastic pants waited. She picked me up and sat my naked butt on the diaper. While I thought the other diapers were thick, this nighttime diaper was huge. I couldn’t close my legs at all and the pink plastic pants had to be wide at the crotch to cover the cloth.
She put me into cotton, footed pajamas that zipped in the back, making it hard for me to remove it on my own. When I looked down, the pink material of my pajamas ballooned out from my thick diaper.
This time I couldn’t walk in the diapers so Mr. Cage carried me to the upstairs TV room. Soon I was on the couch, my head resting in Mrs. Cage’s lap, drinking from a bottle. She wore only a teddy and the silk felt wonderful on my neck. It was more relaxing then anything I’d ever known and I drifted off to sleep as her fingers played with my long hair.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 4
Author: Deewet, Nov/17/2003 12:42:13 [-04]
I awoke some time later in the night. At first, I couldn’t make out where I was, but then my eyes adjusted to the dim pink light in the room. I turned over on my side and heard plastic crinkling, making me realize I was lying on a plastic covered mattress. I was in my footed sleeper and by the thickness in between my legs; I knew I was also in thick diapers.
The pink light was coming from a ballerina nightlight plugged into the far wall. I reached my hand out to feel the wooden bars surrounding my bed. It was then that I found that I wore strange mittens on my hands. These mittens had no thumbs and wouldn’t let me grip anything, effectively making me helpless. This scared me and I flopped back on the mattress, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I might have cried a little.
I really needed to get an idea of where this house was, so I climbed out of my crib to walk over to the windows. It wasn’t easy with the mitten and my feet pajamas, but I got over the bars without killing myself. I crept over to the windows, trying to be quiet, but my noisy plastic pants made stealth impossible. Each step I took, they sounded loud enough to wake the dead.
Looking out the window did me no good. It looked like we were deep in a forest or something. I could see nothing.
Next, I walked to the door and slowly tried the doorknob, but my slippery mittens made it impossible for me to turn the knob. Then, I thought I heard someone in the hallway. Like a little kid, I got scared to be caught out of my bed, even though both Cage’s said I was free to leave. I hurried back to my crib, silently cursing my loud plastic pants.
Then, I panicked when I found it impossible to climb back in my crib with those mittens and feet pajamas. I turned toward the door when I heard someone stop. I waited for the door to open, but whoever it was moved away.
After several minutes more of trying, I gave up on the crib and crawled over to the wall. I don’t know how long I laid there, wishing that I hadn’t let Mr. Cage put that first diaper on me. This time I did cry, alone in a pink room, thinking about the shame of being so little and now letting myself be dressed like a baby. I wished so much to be able to act like a grownup, but I realized my whole life, I had just been a wimp, destined to be submissive to others.
I feel asleep sometime in the night. I awoke, stiff from lying on the floor. I started to move, but froze, realizing that someone else was in the room. I scanned the room, trying not to move my head.
Against the wall by the door, I saw a shadowy figure. I knew it was Mr. Cage by his size. Mr. Cage was easy more than a foot and a half taller than me and in the pink light; he made me feel more like a child.
I wondered how long he’d been in here and feared what he wanted. My movement had told him I was awake. I almost cried out as he moved to me.
“What are you doing out of your bed?” he said, his voice almost a whisper. I knew that even without these mittens on, I’d be helpless to stop him from raping me. I must have let out a little whimper, because he told me not to be afraid. His voice faltered a little as he said, “I’m not that kind of person. Let’s just get you back in your baby bed.” I raised my arms for him to lift me. He was so strong and I’m so little, that he lifted me effortlessly. I was so relieved that he was going to put me back into bed, but when he held me, I felt the huge erection straining his boxer shorts. This made my head spin. I’d never thought about a man getting excited about me and what should have disgusted me, left me awake for a long time after he left the room. I couldn’t believe it but I was aroused by the thought of putting my lips around his manhood and I rubbed noisily on the plastic mattress until I came in a hot flash.
The next morning Mrs. Cage woke me up as she lowered one side of my bed. She was smiling with a bottle in her hand. She gave it for me to nurse while she busied getting my clothes together for the day. I had to pee badly and let it go as I drank my bottle. Remembering what I did last night in my diaper, I hoped the pee would make it so Mrs. Cage would know when she changed me.
Everything was lavender for me this morning. My dress was Lavender with while polka dots. Mrs. Cage told me that the collar of the dress was a peter pan style. The dress buttoned in the back and over the front she put me into a light lavender plastic pinafore. She put a white diaper with lavender stars on me followed by transparent plastic pants. She told me they were so she could see my pretty diaper. Of course, the diaper was thick.
When she had taken off my nighttime diaper she smiled and I knew my ejaculation during the night was evident to her. She said nothing as she cleaned me with wipes, followed by baby oil around my little pen-is and lots of baby powder all over me. She also told me that I didn’t have to wear the mittens during the day but at night she wanted them on me to keep me out of trouble.
I was ready to go downstairs after she put purple line ruffle socks and black Mary Jane shoes on me. My hair was tied in purple ribbons.
“Mr. Cage is going to be so excited when he sees you.”
I thought about his boner last night and wondered if she knew how excited he would be to see me in this dress.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 5
Author: Deewet, Nov/18/2003 12:39:41 [-04]
She was correct. Mr. Cage opened his arms wide for me to give him a big hug. I felt the bulge in his pants through my dress as he pulled me close to squeeze my padded butt.
I was very hungry and the mushy cereal and fruit she feed me as I sat in my oversize highchair did little to fill my stomach. Before feeding me, a large bib was snapped around my neck to protect my pretty dress.
After being feed, I was given another bottle while the Cages ate their breakfast. To keep me entertained, Mr. Cage turned on cartoons for me to watch.
“Time to take pictures,” Mrs. Cage said after breakfast. I pulled back from her. No way did I want more pictures. She pulled hard and I almost fell. “Don’t make me spank you.”
Mr. Cage came up from behind me and lifted me into the air. He carried me to another part of the house and into a room equipped as a photo studio. He sat me down on a wooden chair at a table set for a tea party. Mrs. Cage left the studio and Mr. Cage starting telling me about the photo shoot. A few years ago, they teamed up with some other people to tap into the big market for Sissy pictures. I was perfect for modeling the adult baby wear for their web site and I would be a star for photo and video sales.
“So, you’re not farmers?”
He laughed warmly. “You’re so sweet and innocent.” He moved away from me and started messing with camera and lights. “Just relax while I get things ready. This is going to be so much fun for you.
I thought about him saying I was perfect. Never in my life had I been perfect for anything. As I looked at the mirror across the room, I had to admit, that I was so cute in my lavender clothes. Unfortunately, while I waited, something was stirring in my stomach. With dread, I realized I had to go badly. “Mr. Cage,” I pleaded. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
He moved over to me and popped a pacifier in my mouth. “You’re wearing a diaper, remember?”
What a silly question? How could I forget my bulky diaper? The thing was, I didn’t want to poop in a diaper. The mess it would make sent my stomach into more spasms.
Whatever it was in my stomach, it soon pressed against my ass, make it tremble as I tried to hold back. I’d never felt this type of pressure before back there and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold. This would ruin the photo shoot.
I lost my struggle when Mrs. Cage returned, dressed in a mid length dress just like you see moms wear in old television shows. She wore a wig with a hairstyle to match. This caught me so off guard that I forgot about my problem and my bowels emptied into my diaper in a rush of heat and sound.
Nothing was more embarrassing than doing this in my diaper, in front of these two people, both looking so much older and mature than me in my sissy girl clothes. I lowered my eyes and began to cry.
“This is perfect! Mr. Cage shouted. “Hurry Debbie and lets shoot this.”
I looked up as Debbie gently helped me stand. She was holding a big lavender petticoat for me to step into so she could pull it up under my dress. She fluffed it out and my dress now stood away from me, surely exposing my plastic pants. I still could not look into her eyes as I felt the mess in my diapers work around my little balls.
“Okay, listen to me Mandy,” Mr. Cage said.
I must have looked puzzled because Mrs. Cage informed me that my new name was Mandy.
“In these pictures, you have done a bad thing. Your mommy had told you not to mess in your diaper, but you did. Keep crying as we shoot. Just listen to me.
The camera started clicking. Mrs. Cage started yelling at me. Telling me what a bad girl I was messing up my pretty diaper.
“Look at me,” shouted Mr. Cage.
I did and he shouted encouragement as he shot the pictures. It was like those model shoots on TV. For the next fifteen minutes, we acted out the scenario. Mrs. Cage made me sit back in the chair and wiggle my butt, smearing the mess everywhere under my plastic pants. I was then made to bend over to the camera so the picture could catch the mess I had made.
We took a ten-minute break as Mr. Cage changed to lights to focus on anoversize changing table. Next to the table was a leather chair where Mrs. Cage sat me on her lap and fed me another bottle. “You did wonderful,” she said as I suc-ked on the bottle. “Now in this next shoot I’m going to change you and then do something you might not like. For pooping your diaper, I’m going to need to spank you.”
I choked on my milk. She patted me reassuringly. “It will hurt and surely make you cry, but you’ll also be surprised on how much you like it. “
Was she crazy? How could you like being spanked? I wanted to tell her that, but she wouldn’t let me spit out the bottle. She was so much stronger than me that I knew if she wanted to spank me, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop her.
I shook with dread as we started the next segment. Mrs. Cage put on a rubber apron and gloves before she lowered my plastic pants. My dress was pushed up over my face and I was blinded by satin and lace while my bottom was exposed for the camera. I felt her remove the pins from my diaper and wipe the cloth against my dirty behind as she slid the diaper away. The smell made me feel so humiliated, but over everything, all I could think about was my coming spanking. I’d never been spanked before, not even while growing up.
She didn’t put another diaper on me. Instead, I felt something rubbery and very tight being pulled up my legs. She had to work hard to get it on me and when finished it felt like a second skin. The camera clicked wildly.
Mr. Cage helped me off the table. Mrs. Cage was sitting in the leather chair, holding a flat paddle, She also held what looked like a ball gag. I was made to kneel on the floor while she dramatically pushed the gag into my mouth and pulled the strap tight. My arms were then pulled back and bound. Mr. Cage told me to look at the camera and look fearful, something I didn’t need to fake since I was terrified.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 6
Author: Deewet, Nov/19/2003 15:40:07 [-04]
He shot several photos of me bound and gagged, waiting to be put me over Mrs. Cage’s knees to be spanked with the paddle. I was so scared that some pee leaked out into my tight rubber pants. Mr. Cage noticed that and took some close-up pictures of my yellow shame.
Before doing anything else, he moved a microphone near the chair, obviously to catch the sounds from my coming spanking.
After a few more shots, he helped me lay face down across her lap, my rubber clad bottom helpless in the air waiting for the first strike of the paddle. I didn’t have to wait long and no way did I expect the pain to be so sharp and hot. I screamed around my ball gag and my legs flailed to escape the next spank. Three more quick spanks came from her, with each I heard the swish of the paddle through the air and then the loud slap of the paddle connecting to my exposed cheeks, the rubber pants amplifying the sound.
She scolded me for being a bad girl and pooping in my pretty diapers. She told me that her mommy didn’t want me doing it again but I wondered how I couldn’t since I would be wearing diapers and not allowed to use the bathroom.
I lost track of the number of spanks but when she finished, I felt on fire.
“You did so wonderful,” Mr. Cage said to me as he helped me over to the changing table. My hands were still bound as they peeled off my wet rubber pants. Mrs. Cage put some cool lotion on my red ass. “I’m so sorry, Mandy,” she softly said as she gently rubbed the lotion across my ass. The change from being punished and loved was having a weird effect on me. I felt as if I was slowly regressing into being a baby. The size difference between me and them, and the tenderness they showed had a lot to do with it.
Although it was only around one in the afternoon, I was put into bed for a nap. Of course, after I was diapered and put into plastic pants. My lavender dress and accessories were removed and I was put to bed in just my diaper, plastic pants, and a pink cotton shirt.
I wasn’t sleepy, so I laid on my back, suc-king my pacifier, wondering if I was losing my mind in this game. It had only been 24 hours and already my old life seems so distance. Not wearing a thick diaper didn’t seem right to me anymore and I wondered if I could go back to underwear and using the bathroom. It felt comforting to relieve myself at the slightest pressure, feeling the pee dribble into my diaper.
That afternoon, Mrs. Cage went out and Mr. Cage babysat me. Most of the time, I relaxed in a large playpen watching cartoons and then the news with him. I kept thinking about last night in my room and then earlier in the photo studio. I knew he was excited by me, but I finally figured he something was holding him back. Maybe it was Mrs. Cage.
When he changed my diaper, he made no moves to rub my pen-is beside a little powder. It felt so odd having a man see my little pen-is and each time I hoped it wouldn’t get hard. He feed me several bottles, but all the time he seemed to be distant, as if something was on his mind.
I had never said yes to the summer proposal of being their baby, but I’m sure they took my actions as a yes. It was easier for me to let things just flow.
Mrs. Cage came home late in the evening with a bunch of new baby clothes for me. I wondered where she got them. She told me that tomorrow a lady would be coming to measure me for new dresses and rompers. I didn’t like the idea of someone else seeing me like this, but I didn’t think I was in any position to complain.
The evening was nice as we watched a movie. For night time I was not put in my feet pajamas, but kept in my pink shirt and exposed plastic pants. That made me feel small as the grownups wore adult clothes while I was exposed in my puffy diapers.
After my last bottle, which I dozed while suc-king, Mr. Cage carried me to bed. Later that night I awoke again to find him in my darken room. He was standing, pressed against my crib, looking down at me.
He had been so nice to me all day that I decided to do something I never really thought I could do. I turned to my side so my face was facing his tented boxers.
“I can’t,” he whispered, his voice sounding strain.
I spit out my pacifier and asked him why.
“You’re a baby,” he said. “I’m not that sick.”
I reached out with my mitten hand. “No I’m not. Under these diapers, I’m a consenting adult.”
He didn’t say anything for several minutes and he didn’t move away. I softly rubbed his boxers. His breathing became loud.
“I can’t get it out with these on,” I said.
He reached down and pulled his dic-k out through the hole in his boxers. It so much bigger than mine. Now that I’d gone this far, I wondered if I could actually put it in my mouth.
I scooted closer. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward until the head touched my lips. He suc-ked in a sharp breath. Smoothly, I suc-ked it past my lips. I kept going as far as I could down the shaft, letting it push my tongue down, feeling it fill me. It was so hot, hard, and smooth in my mouth as I began to move up down the shaft. I couldn’t believe how good it was and with sudden realization I knew I was suc-king a real coc-k and loving it. Before, when I thought about doing this to Mr. Cage, I wondered if I could swallow his c-um without gagging, but now I couldn’t wait until he started shooting his juices into me. I worked hard on making this good for him. The plastic sheets and my plastic pants rustled loudly as I rocked to take his coc-k in and hot of my hungry mouth. He let out a low moaned and before I was ready, hot sperm shot against the back of my throat. He pulsated and continued filling my mouth as I tried to suc-k his c-um down. After he finished, I continued to suc-k on his coc-k, getting everything into me.
He finally pulled out and left without a word to me. I flopped back on the bed, my jaw sore from staying opened so wide and the taste and smell of him still thick. I felt a little used and wondered if he was angry at me for doing this. Did he know that he was my first or did he think I was a whore?
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 7
Author: Deewet, Nov/24/2003 11:03:41 [-04]
“Rise and shine sweetheart.” Mrs. Cage was lowering the side of my baby bed. Her faced radiated with happiness to see me. I wondered about my encounter with Mr. Cage, I could still taste him, and whether she knew he had been in my room. I worried that she might not want me anymore if she knew that I suc-ked him off.
My diaper was surprising wet. I’d wet myself while I slept and this worried me. Was I losing control so soon?
Before being dressed, Mrs. Cage gave me a wonderful hot bath full of pink bubbles. I swooned as she gently washed every part of me while I absently played with a rubber ducky. After the bath, she wrapped me in a huge pink towel and dried me. Then she rubbed lotion down my smooth legs and chest.
Back at the changing table, I was powdered and pinned into a thick pink diaper. Where yesterday was a purple day, today the pink diaper was followed by pink plastic pant with little kids pattern of blocks, and a pink dress. The dress was satin and short. Again, under the skirt of the dress, she slid on a petticoat that puffed the hemline up higher, exposing my plastic covered bottom. Instead of ruffled socks, I wore pink tights. The tights pressed my diaper closer and actually make my plastic pants rustle louder as the plastic and nylon of the tights rubbed. Instead of Mary Jane shoes, she tied ballerina slipper on my feet.
I wanted to ask about another photo shoot, but couldn’t since my mouth was always full with either a bottle or my pacifier. Mr. Cage wasn’t at breakfast and when he passed me sitting in my playpen later, he looked away. He seemed embarrassed about last night, which for some reason seemed sweet to me. Without thinking, I suc-ked harder on my pacifier.
A strange thing was happening to me. During the morning, Mrs. Cage would check to find my diaper wet and I couldn’t remember actually going in them. I was starting to wet them without trying or even knowing that I was going. The pacifier seemed right in my mouth and I grew anxious when she removed it to feed me.
Late in the morning, near noon, the doorbell rang. I grew anxious as I heard Mrs. Cage talking to another woman. I wanted to craw from my playpen and hide. I heard heels clanking across the wood floor of the atrium and headed my way.
“Oh my,” said a woman in a high voice. “She’s so cute!”
The woman was much shorted, older and rounder than Mrs. Cage. She carried clothes bags which she laid on the couch so she could come over to my play pen.
I so much wanted to hide. I’d grown used to the Cages seeing me this way, but having another person seeing me diapered and dressed as a girl. I rustled loudly as Mrs. Cage lifted me from the playpen.
The older woman’s eyes sparked as they made me stand in the middle of the room and twirl. “My word, were did you find her?”
“She’s staying with us for the summer,” Mrs. Cage said. “Poor thing is so starved to be mothered and treated right.”
“I know you are going to make this a wonderful summer for her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she wants to stay longer.” She took my hands and pulled my arms up. “She must weigh under a hundred. I hope these dresses aren’t too big.”
Inside the bags, the older woman had brought a wide assortment of dresses, all of them short except one that went to floor. This one was for a special party, Mrs. Cage told me. For the next two hours, they changed me into every dress. Unfortunately, I soiled my diaper half way through the session and had to be changed. Nobody seemed to mind, as if it was expected from a helpless, diapered sissy.
At the end, I was put into a romper, given a bottle and put down for a nap.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 8
Author: Deewet, Dec/17/2003 12:16:44 [-04]
I woke up confused and afraid. Falling asleep had been so easy in my thick diapers and suc-king on my pacifier. The problem was the vivid, unsettling dream. I was wondering the streets of a city, dressed in only a diaper and plastic pants. People were stopping and laughing, most of them familiar faces, although after awaking I couldn’t recall who they were. I was holding a pair of jeans so I ducked in an alley to pull them on. Unfortunately, my diaper was so large than I couldn’t pull the jeans over them. I tried and tried, whimpering with embarrassment. The diaper pins wouldn’t unlock, so I was stuck in my diapers for everyone to see that I was a sissy baby. Then I started peeing uncontrollably and everyone knew.
Awake in my baby bed, trapped by the bars, I wanted to go back to my life before the Cages. It was like after masturbating in my sister’s panties; I was ashamed and wanted nothing to do with my offending fetish.
I could hear Mrs. Cage talking downstairs, her voice light and somewhat reassuring. I’d tell her that I have had enough of this game and wished to go home.
While I waited, I tried to calm myself and stop the tears running down my cheeks. What kind of man was I: My romper bulging from thick wet diapers and plastic pants, ruffled socks on my feet, my hands helpless in thumb less mittens.
Finally, Mrs. Cage came to get me up from my nap. When she saw my tears, she rushed over. “What’s the matter, Mandy? Did you have a bad dream?”
I nodded and let the pacifier drop from my mouth. “I want to go home. I don’t want to be dressed as a baby girl anymore.”
She lowered my crib bars and held out her arms for a hug. I felt so lost that I rushed to her arms. I felt a little better as she lifted me out of the crib and over to the changing table.
“It’s just a dream, mommy’s here to make you fell better.”
I started to tell her more, but she stuck the pacifier back in my mouth. It wasn’t as if I were being forced to stay, but her soothing voice made my resolute melt. “Let’s get you into a dry diaper, you’ll feel much better.” She unsnapped the crotch of my romper. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about being my baby. It’s so much better than being alone.” My plastic pants were noisy as she pulled them down my smooth, hairless legs. I lifted my feet in the air so she could pull them over my feet. “Besides, where would you go? Is being homeless better than sleeping in a warm bed with no worries, everything being taken care of for you?”
She unpinned my soaked pink diaper. Cool air flowed around my bottom. It felt strange after the trapped heat of my wet diaper. I had to admit she was right. As she powdered me and pinned me in a new fluffy diaper, the anxiety after my dream faded. By the time she pulled my plastic pants back up my legs, she was telling me that most men would love to be small like me and to be babied. “Isn’t it so nice to not worry about going to the bathroom?” she asked me.
Ten minutes later, I was in a new outfit and so in love with Mrs. Cage. A baby love and trust that she would protect and care for me. My outfit was a pink sweater with white snowflakes, a plastic skirt that was pink and decorated with baby animals and balloons. Under the vinyl skirt, she put me in a fluffy petticoat. While she brushed out my hair, I started to actually worry about the end of the summer and about that lady earlier saying something about me want to stay longer.
“Let’s go see Daddy,” she said as she tied a ribbon in my hair.
Mr. Cage was in the television room, watching a basketball game. I was sat down on a blanket on the floor with several dolls. I loved basketball, but dressed like this I was retreating into another world and wished that he would switch to some cartoons. There was a long awkward silence when Mrs. Cage left, saying she was going to take a long bath. “Mandy’s just been changed,” she said as she left.
I didn’t look at Mr. Cage, instead I looked around the room. This was my first time in here. I suc-ked harder on my pacifier when I saw the wooden rocking horse in the corner. In the middle of the saddle protruded a rubber dil-do. I looked away quickly, but the image stayed with me. Would I be able to handle something like that?
Mr. Cage closed the door and sat back down on the couch. My heart raced. Was he expect another blow job or would I be riding that horse soon.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 9
Author: Deewet, Dec/18/2003 12:07:05 [-04]
He didn’t say or do anything for a while. I was so scared as I kept glancing over to the horse while the basketball game continued on the TV.
“We’re getting a lot of new subscriber on the web site,” he finally said.
I couldn’t look at him, so I lowered my head. My stomach fluttered as I thought about the thousands of people seeing me in my lavender dress. Then my face grew red at the thought of being seen getting my diaper changed and then spanked.
“We need to do another shoot tomorrow.”
I suc-ked silently on my pacifier, wondering if he didn’t plan to do anything to me.
The next second, I found that I didn’t have to wait any longer.
“Did you enjoy last night,” he said very softly.
I nodded slowly, still not looking at him.
He came over to me and told me lie back. I obeyed and he lifted my skirts. I suc-ked hard on the pacifier as he pulled down my plastic pants. As he unpinned my diaper, I glanced over to the riding horse, knowing that I’d be riding it soon. The dil-do looked huge, standing up waiting to invade me. I’d never had anything larger than my sister’s tampons in me before and I worried that I could get this in me.
Mr. Cage left me for a second, naked under my petticoat and dress, as he went over to open a drawer in one of the end tables. He took out a pair of rubber gloves and a jar of Vaseline, all the time glancing toward the closed door, probably worried that Mrs. Cage would come back.
He came back and pushed my knees up, telling me to hold my legs as he invaded my anus with his greased fingers. I suc-ked so hard on my pacifier, becoming so scared that I shook. I was also very excited, but a most different kind of excited. My pen-is was still soft and little, something that surprised me because I was so excited in my stomach.
Mr. Cage pulled a pair of satin panties on me and then helped me to my feet to carry me over to the horse. “We’ll do this slowly and it will feel so good. Just relax. This is something you’ll love so much that you will feel empty when you don’t have something in you.
I held on tightly to his neck when we got to the horse. He straddled the horse and positioned my waiting hole over the rubber dil-do. At first, it seemed that it wouldn’t go into me, then he pushed me down and the hole thing slide into me.
At first, I couldn’t breath and I lost my pacifier as I cried out. “Let me off,” I begged. “It’s too big.”
The horse was too high and my short legs couldn’t reach the carpet. I felt impaled on the dic-k and kept crying for him to let me off the horse.
He quickly moved away, leaving me on the horse as he picked up a camera and started filming me on the horse. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I knew that my lost of virginity would be watched by thousands.
I tried to relax, hoping that would help the pain. My butt muscles seemed to be gripping the rubber dil-do as if trying to expel the invader.
He reached over and pushed the horse to get it rocking. I held on tightly with my mitten cover hands, my little legs flailing, my shoes were noisy against the wood. He kept filming me as I moaned and cried with first pain and then slowly pleasure as the dil-do started to feel so good in me.
I was in my own world of pleasure now as I wiggled to feel the dil-do rub the sides of my butt hole. When I looked over at Mr. Cage he had put the camera on a tripod and was masturbating as he watched. He looked at me and I licked my lips. This brought him over the edge and he started spurting into his hand.
At that same moment, Mrs. Cage returned!
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage Part 10
Author: Deewet , Feb/19/2004 15:34:58 [-04]
Mrs. Cage held her hands to her mouth in silent surprise. Although it wasn’t my fault to be riding this horse, I felt guilty and ashamed, as if my mother caught me doing something bad.
Without a word, she strode over and smacked Mr. Cage in the face. Her lowered his head and she hit him again. I was terrified on what she might do to me.
Mr. Cage hurried from the room and I closed my eyes as Mrs. Cage came over to my horse. I opened my eyes when I heard a drawer open and was caught by surprise when she took my wrist and clamped them behind my back in handcuffs.
“This should keep you from trouble while I deal with your father,” she said.
She left the room. With my hands bound, I was completely helpless to remove myself from the dil-do lodged in me. Despite my shame and fear, while I waited for her to return and release me, I became focused on the dil-do filling and trapping me.
I leaned back on the horse, trying to relieve some of the pressure from the dil-do. When I did, the horse rocked forward and the dil-do moved in me, caressing something inside me I never knew existed. I swooned with pleasure and began to rock the horse more, moving my body opposite the motion of the horse. My little pen-is grew excited from the anal stimulation and the rubbing against the front of my shiny pink satin panties.
My face and hands grew numb and I felt as if I were floating when the soft waves of an orgasm flowed out of my pen-is and across the pen-is in my butt. This wasn’t an explosive orgasm of a man, but something so different that tears flowed down my cheeks. I came so softly that my c-um oozed from me to fill my panties not shot out in the usual manner.
Not long after I finished, Mrs. Cage came back in the room, alone without Mr. Cage. Silently she released my cuffed wrists and helped me off the horse. I don’t think she noticed my wet panties, but I’d know she’d see them when I was put back into diapers.
She took me back to the nursery and up on the changing table. I felt the heat of embarrassment – wearing little girl clothes, it was a wonder I could still be embarrassed -- when she saw my wet panties.
“It’s not you fault,” she said softly. “You’re just a sissy baby who can’t control her body.”
I was so relieved she wasn’t mad at me that I fell more into submission to her. She replaced my soiled panties with a fluffy diaper and plastic pants with baby block print. I think I actually cooed when she pushed the pacifier in my mouth.
She took off my dress and replaced it with a flowery bubble romper.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 11
Author: deewet , Mar/16/2004 13:06:09 [-04]
My cooing brought a big smile to Mrs. Cage’s face and she kissed me on the forehead. I was so glad she wasn’t mad at me for the horse incident and hoped she wouldn’t find out about the oral sex I performed on Mr. Cage at night. I also wondered what to do if he showed up at my crib again.
The romper was plastic lined and very noisy as she carried me out of the room. Underneath the top of the romper, she has put me in a pink shirt adorned with little kittens. The sleeves to the shirt were short and puffy. She had put my feet in pink lined ruffled socks and shiny black Mary-Jane shoes. I felt so girlish.
I was hungry and was very delighted when she carried me into the kitchen and put me in the large high chair. Before she went to get my breakfast, she secured my wrist with straps attached to the seat of the chair, making sure I was helpless and needed to be fed.
The food consisted of almost tasteless baby food, but I was so hungry, I took the spoons of food as fast as she fed them to me. Luckily, she had put a large plastic bib on me, because things became a little messy. For some reason, my mouth seemed to be clumsy and I kept trying to suc-k at the food as if I were suc-king a bottle.
While she fed me, I noticed for the first time the web cam on the counter. She saw my eyes and smiled. “Everything is being shown live on our web site,” she whispered. “You are becoming quite a hit.”
This made me uneasy and at the same time excited. I wondered about the people paying to see a small man, dressed as a little girl, being fed by a hot woman. Deep inside, a nagging fear chewed at me. This was going very fast and my past life seemed so far away already. I worried about my being trapped as an adult baby.
Then something happened to make me worry more. I’d just felt a few cramps and nothing more, except when Mrs. B lifted me from the highchair after cleaning me off, I felt something wet and squishy in the back of my diaper. The slight odor told me that I’d soiled my diaper without knowing it. Somehow, my control had left me to such an extent that the wet poop had come out while I ate.
This scared me. What if I was loosing all control and could never be without diapers and plastic pants. I’d be totally dependent on the Cages.
My soiled diaper didn’t seem to offend or surprise Mrs. Cage. She took me to my nursery and replaced my smelly cloth diaper with a large disposable diaper that looked just like Pampers. She taped me tightly in the diaper and pulled up my noisy plastic pants and snapped closed the crotch of my romper.
I wondered about the disposable diaper until she put a pink little sweater over my romper and carried me out the front door. The cool air and my fear of being seen outside made me pee my diaper. I squirmed to go back inside, but a sharp slap to my thigh made me stop.
“Now stop that,” Mrs. Cage said. “I need to take you to the doctor and I want to show you off to my girlfriends.”
I started protesting around my pacifier.
“If you don’t behave, I have a nice travel bag that you can travel in.”
I should have headed her warning but I didn’t want to visit a doctor or anyone else dressed as a baby girl.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage Part 12
Author: Deewet, Apr/5/2004 14:19:33 [-04]
I have seven new installents. Sorry about the delay in this story.
I still held my pacifier out of my mouth as I protested more, but I should have realized that standing in thick wet diapers ballooning out my yellow plastic lined romper didn’t give me much presence to argue.
Without saying another word, Mrs. Cage took my hand and pulled me back in the house, her face red with anger. I grew scared. She had never been angry with me before and I was afraid of what she might do to me. I quickly put the pacifier back in my mouth, hoping that would appease her anger.
Roughly she took me down the steps and into a place I hadn’t been to before. It was a heavy paneled room with benches and other padded things on the floor. On the paneled walls hung leather straps and other items I didn’t recognize. What I did recognized was Mr. Cage bound in a tight vinyl bag on a table, his mouth stuffed with a huge ball gag, and his eyes blindfolded.
“Does baby want to grow up and spend time in here?” Mrs. Cage shouted to me. “Would you like if I took Mr. Cage out of his hot bag and put you in it for our trip.”
I could believe myself, but I started crying. The tears came so easily and I wanted so much to stay a baby and not be punished in this cruel looking place. Mr. Cage had to have heard us. He began squirming in his bag, moaning around the cruel gag in his mouth. No doubt, he was being punished for what he did to me on the horse.
I shook my head as I continued sobbing. Her face softened and she hugged me. “Don’t worry, you’re my little baby girl and this place is for daddy when he is bad. Would you like to punish daddy for making you sit on that mean horse.”
She placed a remote control device in my little hand. “Turn the knob,” she instructed me. I obeyed and a buzzing sound came from Mr. Cage bagged body. His moaning grew louder and he squirmed like a worm on the table.
“He’s enjoying a little toy up his hole.” Mrs. Cage smiled. “Well, not exactly a little toy.” She wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Would it be better if I let you dress like an older girl?”
I nodded. At least I’d have a chance of not standing out like I would in a diapered romper.
“You’ll still need to be diapered,” she reminded me. “Your control doesn’t seem to be very good and we don’t want any accidents.”
Mrs. Cage took me upstairs to her bedroom. I laid on her giant bed as she removed my sweater, blouse and romper, leaving me with just my plastic covered diapers and ever present pacifier. I hoped I wouldn’t have to suc-k on this while we were out.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, leaving the bedroom. While she was gone, I thought about the dungeon and Mr. Cage. How did the Cage’s get started doing on these strange things and I wondered how many other people out there in the world had hidden places in their houses.
Then I began to worry about her saying something about a doctor. What was happening to me? Was I falling deeper into a world I could never escape?
She returned with a pink tee shirt and pleated skirt, not unlike I remember cheerleaders wearing. She also had a bra and black tights for me to wear.
I sat up while she put the bra on me. It felt strange with the thin straps on my shoulders. In the cups of the bra she stuff two small jelly filled sacs. “We don’t want you too big since you’ll be pretending your fourteen,” she said. When she finished dressing me, I looked like a fourteen year-old girl, except most fourteen year-old aren’t wearing a wet disposable diaper and plastic pants under their skirts.
She put my hair into a ponytail, one of those that stick up from the back of your head and bounces when you walk. I wore flat shoes.
I felt so strange going outside to her BMW, but I wasn’t scared. I let myself become a girl in my mind and forget that I was twenty and male. Without the pacifier in my mouth I could talk, but I was scared to try.
She pulled the car from the driveway and we were off.
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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 13
Author: Deewet , Apr/7/2004 12:21:09 [-04]
Since the first time I came through here, I was bound and blindfolded, I tried to get a feel about where the house was. We drove down a long gravel driveway that wound through thick trees, making me realize the privacy of the Cage’s place and the uselessness of me ever thinking to escape.
The main road was a four-lane highway busy with lot’s of trucks. I glanced over at cars as we passed them, trying to see if anyone seemed suspicious of me being a real girl. I got no surprised looks and several second glances and smiles from boys and men in the cars. I couldn’t believe how good I felt about getting the attention from men.
Mrs. Cage smiled at me and silently drove us to our first stop.
She pulled off the main road to a tree-lined street of very big older houses. We stopped in front of one of the nicest houses on the street.
“Can you grab the diaper bag from the back seat?” Mrs. Cage asked me.
“My diaper’s dry,” I said.
She smiled. “You know that you can’t control yourself and we might need a change before we leave the doctors.”
“Why do I need a doctor?”
Mrs. Cage put her finger to my mouth. “I think I need to keep that little mouth full so baby can’t asked big people questions.”
I remained quiet, and took out the heavy, full diaper bag from the bag seat and followed her to the office of Dr. Hillery.
Actually, it was more like a baby’s room than an office. I noticed a large playpen in the middle of the room and baby toys on the top of the doctor’s desk. There was a plastic mat covering a long examination table. I noticed that the windows in the room were shuddered.
I became very nervous and without warning, a warm stream of pee flowed down the front of my diaper to pool around my little balls.
“Why is she dressed as a young lady,” said a voice from behind us. I turned to see a very big, very stern looking woman in a doctor’s lab coat.
Mrs. Cage giggled. “She was afraid someone would see her.”
The woman held out her hand to me and commanded. “Come here child.”
“Go on,” nudged Mrs. Cage.
I hesitantly took the woman’s hand. It dwarfed my little hand. “Let’s get you out of those clothes and up on my table,” she said, leading me over to the examination table. My diaper crinkled loudly in the room. “Well, at least she’s still diapered.”
“Our little one has to be diapered all the time.”
“Already?” questioned the doctor. “Seems like she’ll be no problem for you two.” She turned me around to unbutton zip my skirt. “How’s Mr. Cage doing?”
“He’s tied up at the moment for some naughtiness.”
The woman laughed. A big bear sounding laugh. “I bet he was naughty with this cute little thing.”
She let my skirt slide down and then effortlessly lifted me onto the plastic covered table. It combined with my diaper, made lots of noise whenever I moved. They took off my shoes and tights, leaving me sitting there in plastic pants and blouse.
Suddenly, I smelled shit and realized I’d done it again without knowing.
“Why don’t you change her, while I get ready,” said the doctor.
Ready for what, rang through my mind, while Mrs. Cage undid my soiled diaper. I looked away at the wall, scared of what was happening.
They didn’t put a diaper back on me, instead draping a thick cloth across the front on me. The doctor came over and pushed a leather fronted, soft rubber sac in my mouth, which she pulled tight to my face with a strap around my head. At first, I thought it was a strange gag since the sac didn’t fill my mouth, but then she attached a hand pump to the front and filled the sac with air. When she was finished, the sac painfully bulged out my cheeks and no sound could come from me except very muffled moans.
Next, they took my arms and strapped them to the table. I hadn’t notice the stirrups until she took them from the side of the table and locked them in place. I couldn’t fight any of this as they put my bare feet in the stirrups.
My breathing came quickly as I grew more scared. I worried that maybe they were going to castrate me or something. I never felt so exposed and helpless, unable to stop them or even protest with the inflated gag filling my mouth.
The doctor moved to the far end of the table and I felt her rubber-gloved fingers probing my hole. Then she took a needle and began making injections around the hole. “This will now making it impossible for her to hold anything from empting into her diaper.”
I moaned. Was I bound to diapers the rest of my life? I thought about my short time dressed as an older girl and the flirtatious looks from the men driving by our car. What would they think if I always smelled like poop?
After she finished with my hole, she told Mrs. Cage that only a plug could keep me from soiling. As she talked, she reached over and pulled out two tampons from a drawer. “Let’s put these in before she has an accident.
I looked at the ceiling as I heard the paper coverings to the tampons rip. She must have put Vaseline on them because they were cold against my hole. The first went in easy, but she had to push harder for the second. “Just squirt some water in to get them to swell and she’s plugged.” I felt something wet hit the inside of me, and the tampons swelled, closing off my butt hole.
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Next, the doctor started fooling with my pen-is. This upset me and I started to rise, forgetting I was strapped tightly to the table. Mrs. Cage came over and stroked my face, telling me everything was going to be okay. That the doctor was just fixing it so I’d never have to worry about using the bathroom. She assured me how nice it will be to never need to rush to the bathroom, to feel that building pressure.
I cried out in my gag at a sharp pinch deep in my groin. “That wasn’t so bad?” Mrs. Cage softly said to me, wiping my tears as I cried. I knew then that she had made sure I was stuck in diapers. That I’d no longer be able to wear regular underwear or clothes. That I’d always be pinned or taped in thick diapers, bound to the Cages in helplessness.
They took my feet from the stirrups and I was soon pinned into a think cloth diaper. My head was in a daze over what occurred. This was no longer a summer time game. I’m never going to be able to wear regular underwear.
I spent the rest of the day and the following weeks in a daze. They decided to dress me in only my shirt after the doctor finished without the skirt, leaving the puffy diaper and plastic pants completely exposed. I didn’t care as my diaper became soaked without me being able to do anything to stop the flow.
They removed my gag and bindings, all the time, Mrs. Cage talking softly to me. I lowered my eyes and didn’t resist as she led me from the office and outside to the car where everyone could see my shame. I don’t really remember much from the next stop at the beauty shop, only the soft giggling around me and the baby bottle of milk I drank while the tight curlers in my hair set.
During the following weeks, I found myself withdrawing from the world as my universe shrank to diaper changes, pretty dresses and baby bottles. I found I didn’t miss the world, it had never been nice to me and Mrs. Cage kept me safe and fed. I didn’t feel any embarrassment as her friends stopped by and Mrs. Cage played dress up with me. I paraded out to show her friends, waddling in my thick diapers, dressed in short dresses and full petticoats.
After the next several trips to the doctor’s, I kept losing more control of my body. Soiling my diaper wasn’t an option, I wet and pooped without any ability to slow the process. My bladder would empty with the only clue to me being a warmth spreading in my diaper and then, I became so used to being a baby that I couldn’t remember how it felt to have an urge to hurry to the bathroom.
My mouth seemed to become sluggish and soon I could only eat soft baby food and drink from a bottle. If I tried to drink from a glass, the liquid spilled around my lips. I also had to be suc-king on something. A rising panic swelled in me if my mouth was empty.
My leg muscles grew soft and I found if I tried to run -- not an easy thing in thick diapers and Mary Jane shoes -- I’d stumble and fall. With my diet of baby food and bottles, my weight dropped and soon, I never bothered to walk much. Instead, Mrs. Cage or her friends would carry me.