Pretty In Plastic by DeeWet

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By request, this is a repost of the original, posted at our site in May, 2008. Enjoy!

Part 1

Glenn is all man, macho to the point I felt like a little girl around him. Six-five, he towered over my five foot height, weighing more than two of me. When he comes into the pizza place where I bus tables, he is in charge of the room and the waitresses swoon over the guy. I even found myself attracted to him, not that I’m gay or anything, it’s just that he eludes maleness and is, for some reason, nice to me, a rare thing for someone so little like me. Women think I’m cute and guys push me around since I’m sometimes mistaken for a girl. Probably my long hair doesn’t help, but it is the only thing that makes me feel good about myself, that and my blue eyes.

When the owner came in one day and fired me, Glenn was picking up a pizza. Seems that a few of the guys had complained I was flirting with them and the owner had always been suspicious about me, because of my feminine features. Of course I wasn’t flirting, they had made the advances and were p-ssed when I turned down their offers to let me go down on them in the parking lot.

This wasn’t good since I was barely making it on my salary as it was and I owed back rent already. My landlady would surely kick me out on the streets. This is where Glenn was my knight. He said he was just going to eat the pizza alone that night and watch some TV. Maybe I wanted to come over and hang out. The thing is with Glenn, even if I was suspicious of his reasons, and I wasn’t, I couldn’t say no. No one as cool as him ever treated me like he did.

Nothing weird happened that night and I had a good time, just hanging out with someone. Most every night after work I usually spent alone, so when he asked if I wanted to move in until I got my feet on the ground, I didn’t hesitate. His place was huge with plenty of room for me and was in the country, something I needed. Life in the city is not easy for someone my size. I felt protected knowing Glenn was around.

Looking back, I should have realized the roles being developed, but I was just happy for the first time in my life. This blinded me to the manipulating by Glenn. I’d begun to take on the feminine role in cooking and cleaning up the place. I started doing his laundry when I did mine. At night, I actually began to wonder what it would be like to be a woman with Glenn, thoughts I had never had before this time.

Things changed the evening I came out of the bathroom after a shower and found the clothes waiting for me on the bed. At first I was confused, picking up the pink plastic pants. There was a diaper with ducky diaper pins. Did he want me to wear these adult size baby clothes? My heart raced as I saw the pink shirt with ruffled sleeves.

Part 2
By Deewet

I hesitated; well actually I stood there for almost twenty minutes, dressed only in a towel, staring down at the diaper, holding the plastic pants, feeling more little and scared than I ever had as an adult. Was this a test of some sort? If I came downstairs wearing this would he beat the hell out of me and throw me out into the night. Possibly it was a bet or a gag. If not, then what would Glenn expect from me.

In the end, I put on my own clothes and went downstairs. Glenn was sitting in the great room and watched me come down the stairs. It was obvious from the disappointment in his face, that this wasn’t a joke or test. He really wanted me to dress in the diaper and plastic pants. I almost ran back upstairs to change, but I knew the moment had passed.

We never said anything about the baby clothes, both of us pretending the elephant wasn’t in the room, but there was a coldness afterward. The next two nights he didn’t even come home, and I wondered if I’d better be looking for a place to live. But, I truly didn’t want to leave Glenn. I surfed the web and read the adult baby sights, finding out about a lifestyle I never dreamed existed. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to put on the pink clothes for him. I didn’t know if I was ready to take that step.

It eventually didn’t matter what I wanted to do. The third night, Glenn did come home, drunk. Without warning, he stormed over and pulled me up from the couch. The way he effortlessly slung me over his shoulder was terrifying. I was completely helpless, my legs kicking like a little girl.

“I can’t stand this anymore,” he bellowed, carrying me up the stairs. “You know what I want.”

Inside my room, he tossed me on the bed. I tried to get up and run, but he easily grabbed me and threw me back on the bed. “You get off that bed again and I’ll blister your a-s.”

This was horrifying. I should have known something was wrong when he was nice to me, no one as cool looking as Glenn was nice to me. There was nothing I could do.

“I’ll be waiting downstairs,” he said, taking the clothes from the dresser and tossing then at my feet. I cringed away from him, so help me, holding my knees like a scared little girl.

Tears ran down my face has I took off my pants. I laid out the pink diaper, the thick flannel material looking enormous. My small hands shook as I pulled it between my legs. I wrestled with getting it pinned tightly and had to try several times. The material was so thick that when I stood to put on the plastic pants, my legs couldn’t close.

There was something final about those plastic pants when I pulled them over the diaper. I was disgusted with how easily I was submitting. Putting the pants dissolved my manhood; the pink showing the world what I was inside.

Part 3
By Deewet

The shirt was ultra feminine and short, leaving no doubt of me being a sissy and leaving my pink plastic pants fully exposed. A loud crinkling nose followed me as I waddled – normal walking was impossible – to the full-length mirror. I fully expected to look ridicules, and I probably would have if I were a regular sized man, but with my petite build and long hair, I looked cute. On impulse, I took my hair out of its ponytail and brushed it out to rest on my thin shoulders. A little make-up and I would have passed as a girl.

The hair on my legs wasn’t much but I decided that if he wanted me to be a little girl for him, I might has well go down there with bare, hairless legs. It didn’t take long to remove all the hair.

At the top of the stairs, I stopped. I could hear the TV playing downstairs. My thoughts were full of what might happen to me once I got down there. I had no doubts that Glenn would want me to do things and still I wasn’t sure if I could.

He was sitting on the couch, and smiled widely at me. I felt shy and didn’t join him on the couch, instead taking a seat on the leather lounge chair. The mood was definitely Glenn as the grown-up, me as his little one. He wore nice pants and a dress shirt. It was unbutton at the neck and showing his dark chest hairs. Me, on the other hand, was a picture of submission, sitting there in pink, diapered to show my weakness. His eyes never left me as he sipped scotch. Never had I ever been looked at like that before, the lust for me like a fire in his eyes. It started to excite me that Glenn was getting so turned on.

On the TV was porn. A man, dressed as a girl, was kneeling before a big man, servicing him nosily with his mouth. I was memorized by the action, thinking it was surely going to be my fate very soon.

The meanest was gone, but a paddle did sit on the coffee table, reminding me of the consequences of being bad. There was also a baby bottle next to the paddle and after the man on the TV exploded into the sissy’s mouth, Glenn picked up the bottle and motioned to the couch.

I saw no choice in the matter. I got on the couch, my head in his lap as he fed me my bottle. The warm milk tasted funny and I had to su-k noisily to get the milk to flow. Glenn talked nicely to me, telling me how he loved me and would protect his little girl. While I suc-kled, he stroked my long hair. Under my head, I could feel his hard pen-s, trying to burst from the confines on his pants. Slowly I moved my head a little, rubbing his hardness. He moaned.

Before I finished the bottle he pulled it from my lips. I knew what he wanted.
“I don’t know if I can?” I pleaded.

He pushed me to kneel on the floor. “Does daddy need to get the paddle,” he said, his voice musky with lust.

The thought of those muscle arms wailing me with the paddle was enough to get me going. I scrambled for his pants, managing to unbuckle him and pull down the zipper. His c-ck looked huge inside his boxers.

“Take daddy’s pants all the way off,” he said. “They’re expensive.”

I did as ordered, folding them on the table. When I turned back I saw he had slid off his boxers. What waited for me was huge; three times the size of my baby pen-s. I shook with fear as I knelt back down on the floor between his hairy legs. “I’ve never done this before.” And since I had never gotten a blow job myself, I wasn’t sure at all what to do.

He said nothing as his eyes watched. First I wrapped my little hands, it took both, around him and started stroking. He smiled and moaned. Then I leaned over and started licking, the heat surprising me. From watching the TV, I knew the sissy had been noisy with his mouth so I did the same, making lots of wet sounds with my tongue. He seemed to like this and started rocking on the couch.

“Take daddy,” he commanded. “Take him all it that sweet mouth.”

I made sure I pulled my lips over my teeth, making my mouth into an “O” shape. With that I push my lips down on the head until it popped into my mouth. The shaft was already wet from my licking and filled me. My mouth felt so stretched and I thought I might choke. For a minute I rested, my face impaled on his monster member. Then I began to slowly bob, moving up and down the shaft. I can’t describe the mixture of feelings at that moment, thick diapers and plastic pants reminding me on my place as I took him in my mouth. I knew soon I would have a mouth full of his c-m but I wasn’t ready for when he came. I had not been doing him long when he exploded.

Part 4

Afterward, I felt so ashamed I couldn’t look at Glenn. He made me lick his pecker clean and blow dry it with my breath. Then, I just rested my head in his lap and he watched TV, me still on my knees, the taste of him strong in my mouth Sounds of more blow jobs could be heard and I thought of how I was now like the sissy’s in the movie.

When I got up to go the bathroom, he stopped me. “What do you think that diaper is for,” he said.

I couldn’t believe it, he wanted me to use the diaper. Even after doing a blowjob, the thought of using this diaper was too much. “No way,” I said.

“On your stomach, on the floor,” he shouted.

His voice was so commanding I dropped to my knees, and so help me, maybe because of what I had just done to him, I began to cry. “Don’t hurt me.”

Glenn pulled on his pants. “On your stomach and don’t move.”

I did as ordered, waiting for the paddle. It never came. He left the room and returned with rope. This really scared me but he was too strong. In a few minutes, my hands were bound securely behind my back and my ankles tied and then roped to the binds on my wrist, leaving me hogtied in the middle of his floor.

“Don’t hurt me,” I continued to plead, helpless at his feet.

“Open up,” he said and pushed a ball gag between my lips, securing it behind my head. “Now you will have to use your diaper.”

The enormity of what I had gotten myself into came rushing home as I struggled against the ropes. I was dressed in diapers, bound and gagged, in a huge house in the middle of nowhere. Glenn could do anything to me and I was helpless to stop him. I cried for myself, for being so little and weak, putting on this diaper when I should have left.

He changed movies and I was treated to one where this time the sissy was bent over, his head on a pillow, while a huge guy rammed his cute little behind. I cried as I thought about Glenn doing that to me.

Soon I really had to go the bathroom and couldn’t hold it any longer. It seemed as if another step was taken as I filled my diaper with warm pee.

The problem was that Glenn was snoring, having passed out on the couch from his drinking, and there I was gagged with no way to wake him up. I lost totally track of time, bound as I was on the floor. Several more times I wetted my diaper.

Part 5
By Deewet

By the time he awoke, I was soaked, but my plastic pants seemed to be keeping everything outside dry. My mouth ached from the ball gag and my arms had gone numb. There was a pool on the carpet where I had drooled. Unbelievably he didn’t release me right away. He patted me on the head and said,” stay right there honey, Daddy needs to go p-ss.” Well, I moaned around my gag but there wasn’t anything I could do. I was at his mercy.

Finally he untied me and released the strap holding in the ball gag. I said nothing, avoiding his eyes, ashamed of what happen last night. I could still taste him. Like a toddler I waddled up the stairs, my soaked diaper sagging between my legs.
I wanted to forget what I had done and planned on packing and moving out. Unfortunately, Glenn had other plans. After showering and putting on jeans and a shirt, I went downstairs to tell him I was leaving.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he shouted at me. He wore sweatpants and a tank top, showing all his muscles. Those and his voice scared the hell out of me. “No one told you to put on men’s clothes. You’re not a man. A man doesn’t wear diapers and su-k a d-ck as good as you did last night.”

All my plans on telling him that last night was a mistake, that it would be best if I left, flew out the window. Like a sissy, I cowered. “You want me to be wearing diapers still,” I said, my voice sounding so tiny and weak compared to his.

His eyes flared and he grabbed my arm, dragging me up the stairs and into my room. “Take off your clothes and throw them in the trash.”

I didn’t hesitate knowing he meant business. In seconds I stood in front of him, naked. He opened the lock on the bottom drawer of the dresser and pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants. Knowing what he wanted, I took them from him. They were lined with soft flannel and the elastic hugged my legs and waist tightly when I slid them on, all the while under his watchful gaze.

“Now, go downstairs and get daddy’s paddle.”

I stumbled back from him. “I’m sorry.’

“Get my paddle,” he said, his voice a growl. “You need to understand who is the man around here.”

The walk down the stairs in my noisy plastic pants was humiliating, but worse was coming back up holding the heavy wooden paddle, knowing it would be soon used on my butt. I would have ran out the front door, except how far would I get wearing only plastic pants..

He had me pulled the plastic pants down around my ankles and lay over a padded chair, leaving my butt fully exposed to his strikes. I began to whimper in anticipation of the first blow.

“Open up,” he said as his pushed a rubber pen-s gag into my mouth. “Hold on to the chair.”

I’d never been spanked in my life and was not ready for the searing pain from the first strike. It was a good thing I had the pen-s filling my mouth for my screams might have been heard in the little town of Jonesburg, twenty miles away. After five strikes I lost control of my bladder, another humiliating moment.

His cell phone rang and I thought maybe I had been saved. But no, he said hello and put the person on mute. Quickly he tied my wrist to the chair, using shoestrings.

“Don’t move,” he commanded as he left the room to take his call, leaving me tied to a chair, gagged with a runner pen-s, plastic pants at my ankles and a butt on fire, to wait for his to return to resume this torture.

Part 6

He returned and resumed, sending me into a crying fit, muffled to whimpering with the pen-s jammed in my mouth. When he finished, I was spent and knew I never wanted him to spank me again.

Lying there, bound to the chair, I lowered my eyes as he came around to stand in front of me. Using the end of the paddle, he pushed up my chin until I was looking at him, my checks bulging from the pen-s filling my mouth.

“Are you ready to be daddy’s baby girl?”

All I could do was nod to answer him.

“You will use your diapers for everything. The potty is not for daddy’s little baby.”

Again I nodded, scared to death on the direction my life was headed. To never be allowed to use the bathroom except in diapers.

“You will always have something filling your mouth. I don’t want to catch it empty.”

From this position I was at his crotch level. I glanced down and saw the bulge in his sweat pants. He noticed my glance. “You want that don’t you sweetie? You want a real one instead of the rubber?”

I looked up at him. All I wanted was to turn back time to before I pulled on those plastic pants last night, before I suc-ked him off.

“Does baby want some more paddle?”

I shook my head.

“Does baby want to su-k daddy?”

I quickly nodded, even though I didn’t want to do that humiliating thing again, but I surely could not take anymore paddling.

First he went behind me and pulled up my lined plastic pants. Then he came around took out my gag. “Oh no, your mouth is empty,” he said as he quickly pulled down his pants and rammed his huge, rock hard pen-s into my mouth. I really couldn’t move, bound to the chair, so he did all the moving, slowly moving his c-ck inside my mouth. When he exploded, I could barely swallow it all. I never felt so degraded.

He left me tied to the chair for a bit, then he released me, but not before replacing the pen-s gag. On the bed a new pink diaper waited. It also had two inserts, or doublers I would soon learn. Patted the diapers for me. I waddled over, the plastic pants still bound at my ankles.

Part 7

Tears ran down my cheeks from the paddling and the humiliation of submissively climbing up on the bed and the waiting diapers. My pen-s seemed to have shriveled up inside me and I looked away, helplessly su-king on my gag, as he rubbed baby powder into me. When he pulled the diaper up between my legs I couldn’t believe the thickness. My legs were forced apart and I knew there was no way to hide my condition with pants.

It took Glenn several times to pin my diaper tightly, but when he finished, they fit perfectly. He exchanged my lined plastic pants with a pink pair with snaps.

He had me stand and gave me a hug, my head pressed against his hard chest. I happened to glance to the side and saw myself in a full-length mirror. My diapered butt seemed huge, making the rest of me look even smaller then I really was. The view also reminded me how much I looked like a child compared to Glenn.

“Daddy’s sorry he had to spank you but you need to know your old life is gone. “ He patted my plastic covered behind as he talked. Luckily the thick diaper protected my red skin. “You’ll learn that this is better for you. Daddy will protect you and take care of everything. You don’t even have to worry about going to the bathroom. “

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. This wasn’t some quirky game we played last night? He was going to make this a way of life for me, against my will. I should have known it was my size he wanted, but then I didn’t know until now that adults could be made into babies.

He released me and went to the closet. “I don’t have many little girl clothes yet.” He held out a pink satin blouse. I slide my arms in the sleeves and he buttoned up the back for me. The collar was Peter Pan and the length fell barely over the waist of my plastic pants. It reminded me of what a girl would wear to school. The satin felt nice against my skin and Glenn playfully pinched my nipples through the material.

Another demonstration of Glenn’s dominance was he didn’t let me walk downstairs. With ease, he lifted and carried me.

For breakfast he feed me a bottle of a milk drink. My jaws were sore from the gags, so su-king the bottle down was hard work. While I was suc-kling my breakfast, Glenn went into his first floor office to talk on the phone.

I should have made a run for it at that moment, but I didn’t. It was almost as if the diaper I wore had bound me to him.

Part 8

As Glenn talked in the other room, I couldn’t keep my hand from rubbing across the huge mound from plastic covered diaper. Hidden under that softness was my little pen-s, so buried I couldn’t feel my hand on the diaper. The only comfortable way for my legs was bending them at the knees and spread wide. I marveled at the amount of plastic between the leg holes and how the thick diaper was contained.

The su-king on the bottle made me drowsy and without even thinking to stop myself, I released my bladder, the warmth spreading and little streams running around my balls to puddle in the seat of the cloth. I had to admit it was kind of nice not having to bother to get up and go to the toilet, yet my calmness disappeared when Glenn came back into the room. He told me to hurry and finish my bottle, that we were going out.

I sat up, dropping my bottle. Okay, playing at this in the privacy of his home was humiliating enough, but I wasn’t going outside looking like some sissy wearing diapers. I’d probably get locked up and then a frightening thought came; what would happen to me dressed like this in jail.

I pleaded. I begged. Don’t take me outside. He said nothing, just walked over and picked up the wooden paddle. Now I really lost it. Like a child, I plumped to the floor, landing on my well-padded backside. I hung my head. My legs spread in front of me. The huge pink plastic pants billowing, that and my wet diaper reminding me of my submissive state. They made it hard for me to take a rebellious stand and I surely didn’t think I could take the paddling.

Like a child, I cried, tears splashing onto my plastic pants. Glenn tossed the paddle on the couch and squatted in front of me. He took his beefy hand and lifted my chin. “There is no reason to be afraid,” he told me. “We are going to someone who knows all about you. She’ll love the way you look and can help us move forward.”

I didn’t like the sound of moving forward. How long did he plan to keep up this play-acting?

“Are you going to stop crying and do what daddy says?” he asked.

Despite my wanting to be free, I nodded. It was just that dressed the way I was and him being so much stronger, I really felt like a child, like his little girl dressed in pink.

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Part 9

It was a little windy outside, and for a fleeting moment I hoped maybe he would let me wear a jacket or a sweatshirt over my pink blouse, maybe something to hide my plastic pants, but no, I had to walk outside with my pink plastic pants in full view.

I walked out the front door holding his hand; so glad he lived in the country with no houses and eyes nearby. He drove a huge pickup truck and helped me in by lifting me easily onto the front seat. Then he reached in and did something surprising. He tied a yellow rope around one of my ankles and then feed it under the seat, tying it of on something. Any thoughts I had of escaping at a stoplight were dashed. Not that I would dressed as I was.

Being so high off the road in the truck made things a little less frightening. People couldn’t look down and see a man wearing pink plastic pants. Still, as we drove, I cringed as each car passed us and closed my eyes when we drove through the little towns.

It’s hard how to describe how I felt in that truck, with Glenn dressed real manly in jeans and flannel shirt and me, wearing only a diaper, plastic pants and a pink blouse. Something weird came over me and I felt as if the old me was gone and I could be someone else. Country music played on the stereo and Glenn talked real nice to me. Telling me how pretty I was and that the person we were going to see he had met on the Internet. That she had a little one like me she had transformed and would help us. I felt so little in the truck, my feet not touching the floor. I could barely see over the dash. As he talked, my little left hand strayed to his lap. I could feel him straining his jeans.

We both glanced at each other as my fingers played with the zipper. We were way out on a country road with little traffic. I told myself I didn’t want to be doing this, that it only was to make sure he was happy and wouldn’t use the paddle on me. Numb with myself, I pulled down the zipper of his jeans. I had a little trouble, fumbling to work his pen-s out of his underwear and into view. Again, I marveled at the size of him compared to me and cringed at the thought of him putting it into me someday. My little hand was dwarfed as I began to stroke him. His breathing became deeper and I worried we might go off the road.

I played with him as we sped down the road, running my fingers around the head and then down the shaft. He spoke softly, his voice a deep husky sound. He told me how he would protect me, how he loved me. I’d always dreamt of a women telling me that, but long ago I’d given up on that happening, so when he said it to me, I melted. Almost involuntarily, I began to wet my diaper. With my right hand, not letting go of him with my left, I unbuckled my seat belt. Glenn pushed back his seat to give me room. I climbed across the console, moving under his arms to his waiting gearshift. I hovered above it.

Part 10

With my little hand wrapped around the massive shaft, and the huge head on the top, I thought of an ice cream cone. Instead of just trying to swallow the thing, I held it as I began to lick it like I had an ice cream cone, working my tongue around the sides, working it as if it were melting down the sides. Glenn moaned loudly and arched his back, bringing his prick to me. I guess it was too much for him and he pulled the truck off the road.

As I worked on his ice cream cone, my right leg still roped to the truck, his hand rubbed my plastic covered diaper. Sounds of the plastic rustling and Glenn moaning turned me on and I worked harder, adding my own wet sounds to the truck cab. He was now slick from my saliva, so I stopped licking and began to fill my mouth with him, working my way down slowly. He was so big I felt my lips had to stretch and my cheeks bulge. I then pulled back up slowly until he plopped back out. This was driving him wild. His hand gripped hard on my diapered behind and the shaft swelled under my hand. “I’m coming,” he screamed and before I could react the first shot hit me in the face. I plunged down and sealed him off, the next shots filling my mouth. He rocked on the seat as I tried to contain it all, not wanting any to drip on his jeans. It felt as if I’d swallowed a garden hose.

Soon, he fell back in the seat, spent, wasted, and for some reason, I was satisfied that I’d done that to him. I swallowed everything and licked him clean, then blew it dry before putting the monster back in his jeans.

“That was incredible,” he said, breathlessly.

We continued on our way. I mentioned being thirsty and from the bag in the back he gave me a baby bottle to nurse. I slid down low in the seat to not be seen drinking it.

It took another hour to get to our destination, a nondescript house in a bigger town. We had to stop once for Glenn to hit the restroom, but of course, I didn’t need to go since I was wearing my restroom. It was a good thing I was wearing a thick diaper because I peed quite a bit. I kept feeling under me for leakage but the plastic pants did the job.

Glenn left me in the truck as he went to the front door. Now would be the moment to escape, but I was still tied at the ankle. A tall lady, dressed like you would expect a mom in old black and white sitcoms to be dressed, answered the door. They talked for a moment, then she hurried out to the truck, her high heels clattering on the sidewalk.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed, looking in the window at me. I wanted to disappear, having a woman seeing me dressed like a baby. “Look at how cute she is! Where is the world did you find this wonderful creature.”

I felt my face blush.

“Oh, I bet your soaked under those adorable plastic pants,” she said, opening the door. “Aunt Diane will change you into a dry diaper, don’t you worry.”

She looked down at my ankle. “I see you aren’t trained.”

Glenn untied me and carried me into the house.

The first thing I saw inside the house floored me. In the middle of the room was a huge wooden playpen. Looking up at us was a man wearing the most sissy looking yellow dress.

Part 10

With my little hand wrapped around the massive shaft, and the huge head on the top, I thought of an ice cream cone. Instead of just trying to swallow the thing, I held it as I began to lick it like I had an ice cream cone, working my tongue around the sides, working it as if it were melting down the sides. Glenn moaned loudly and arched his back, bringing his prick to me. I guess it was too much for him and he pulled the truck off the road.

As I worked on his ice cream cone, my right leg still roped to the truck, his hand rubbed my plastic covered diaper. Sounds of the plastic rustling and Glenn moaning turned me on and I worked harder, adding my own wet sounds to the truck cab. He was now slick from my saliva, so I stopped licking and began to fill my mouth with him, working my way down slowly. He was so big I felt my lips had to stretch and my cheeks bulge. I then pulled back up slowly until he plopped back out. This was driving him wild. His hand gripped hard on my diapered behind and the shaft swelled under my hand. “I’m coming,” he screamed and before I could react the first shot hit me in the face. I plunged down and sealed him off, the next shots filling my mouth. He rocked on the seat as I tried to contain it all, not wanting any to drip on his jeans. It felt as if I’d swallowed a garden hose.

Soon, he fell back in the seat, spent, wasted, and for some reason, I was satisfied that I’d done that to him. I swallowed everything and licked him clean, then blew it dry before putting the monster back in his jeans.

“That was incredible,” he said, breathlessly.

We continued on our way. I mentioned being thirsty and from the bag in the back he gave me a baby bottle to nurse. I slid down low in the seat to not be seen drinking it.

It took another hour to get to our destination, a nondescript house in a bigger town. We had to stop once for Glenn to hit the restroom, but of course, I didn’t need to go since I was wearing my restroom. It was a good thing I was wearing a thick diaper because I peed quite a bit. I kept feeling under me for leakage but the plastic pants did the job.

Glenn left me in the truck as he went to the front door. Now would be the moment to escape, but I was still tied at the ankle. A tall lady, dressed like you would expect a mom in old black and white sitcoms to be dressed, answered the door. They talked for a moment, then she hurried out to the truck, her high heels clattering on the sidewalk.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed, looking in the window at me. I wanted to disappear, having a woman seeing me dressed like a baby. “Look at how cute she is! Where is the world did you find this wonderful creature.”

I felt my face blush.

“Oh, I bet your soaked under those adorable plastic pants,” she said, opening the door. “Aunt Diane will change you into a dry diaper, don’t you worry.”

She looked down at my ankle. “I see you aren’t trained.”

Glenn untied me and carried me into the house.

The first thing I saw inside the house floored me. In the middle of the room was a huge wooden playpen. Looking up at us was a man wearing the most sissy looking yellow dress.

Part 11

“Where did you get this darling creature,” the woman asked. Glenn stood just inside the doorway, and like me, was transfixed by the person in the playpen staring up at us. Her – and I knew it was a man, but it was impossible to think of the person su-king on a pacifier as a he -- hair was a mass of curls and yellow bows. His dress was – and I was surprised the word came into my mind – stunning. It was what you would expect to see on a little girl, but made to fit a grown-up. Underneath it was a petticoat and the way she sat, you got a glimpse of yellow plastic pants.


The woman continued to fawn over me. “You’re what other sissies can only dream. So little and cute.” She ran fingers through my long dark hair and then looked at my little feet. “Are you sure this isn’t really a girl,” she said with a smile.

Glenn seemed as unsure as I about things. Without even realizing it I hugged him tight as my mind whirled. It was one thing to play out Glenn’s fantasy; it was another to see someone living the life 24/7.

“Is she a newborn?” the woman asked Glenn.

“This is the first time for both of us.” That answered one question for me. I had wondered if Glenn had done this with someone else before me.

“Well, we have lot to talk about, don’t we?” She patted my diapered behind. “Let’s go get her changed. Did you bring a diaper bag?”

“I don’t have one,” replied Glenn.

“No bother,” she said as she went over to the playpen. “Sally has plenty of diapers to share.” The woman opened a gate on the playpen and Sally stood. She was about five-four, when is much taller than me. The woman fluffed out the yellow dress around Sally, who still suc-ked on her pacifier, staring at me. There was merriment in her eyes as if she enjoyed being a little girl.

“Let’s take,” the women hesitated,” What is your little girl’s name?”

“Melinda,” replied Glenn.

The woman smiled. “What a lovely name. Well, let’s take Melinda back to the nursery.”

The nursery was unbelievable. It was done in pink and had everything a baby would need; a large crib, changing table, rocking chair and an open closet full of dresses. It smelled of baby powder and the faint hint of urine. There were also some items you would never find in a normal nursery. On one wall were restraints, paddles and gags hanging from hooks. The crib had a top that could be locked and leather restraints hung from the rails. My stomach tightened. Despite the warm pink colors and ballerinas on the lampshades, the room scared me.

“Let’s change Sally first,” said the woman. “I can show you how to diaper correctly then you can do it to your little princess.” She easily lifted Sally onto the table. To clear the area for the changing, Sally had to pull up her dress and petticoats to her chin. She wore yellow plastic pants with snaps down the sides. “I find side snaps easier for changing during the day when they are all dressed up pretty.

The woman undid the snaps, each one very loud. The diaper was also yellow and very wet. “Sally is completely diaper dependant. Poor thing can’t even hold out for a minute.”

She turned to Glenn. “Do you plan to make your newborn diaper dependent?”

“Totally,” he replied, making me start to panic. I didn’t want loss control.

“Both ways?”

“Totally.”

I started to squirm in his arms. “This has gone far enough,” I said. “I don’t want to be dependant on diapers.”

She stopped from removing a diaper pin. “I see you have some training to do.” I stopped when I thought about the paddles on the wall. The woman walked over to them, but took a leather strapped gag from a peg. “This will quiet her.”

I turned my head not wanting to be gagged, but against these two large adults, I was helpless. Glenn turned my face to her and she plunged the rubber gag between my lips. Quickly she strapped it tightly. On the front of the gag, dangled a short hose and what looked like a ball. I next found what it was for when she squeezed the ball. The gag inside my mouth grew. The ball was an air pump.

She pumped only a few times and the thick rubber bladder in my mouth swelled to completely fill me. For a moment I felt as I was going to suffocate. “Easy, Melinda, breathe through your nose.” She patted me on the head. “Try to say something.”

I decided to scream, but all that could be heard was a soft whimper. This was so scary but not a frightening as what came next. The women suggested that Glenn put me in the swing chair so he could learn how to diaper a baby. I hadn’t noticed it. On the ceiling was a swing. She lowered it for Glenn. The seat of the swing was like you see toddlers be put into except this on was large enough for an adult. The robes to the swing were actually bands one finds for bungee jumping.

“Isn’t this the best?” she exclaimed. “I had a carpenter friend put supports in the attic.”

She stopped Glenn from lifting me into the seat. “Oops. I forgot something. Unless…”

I turned to look at the seat. In the middle of it was a rubber pen-s.

“I can take it off,” she said.

I turned to Glenn, pleading with my eyes, for the gag kept me silent. The sissy on the changing table clapped her approval.

“Why not,” he said to my despair.

“Wonderful,” said the woman.

Of course for me there was nothing wonderful about the whole things. My legs shook as she pulled down my wet plastic pants, making me step out of them. She next unpinned my diaper and dropped it into a pail. My pen-s is tiny but standing there, gagged and exposed, about to be impaled on a rubber pen-s, it practically disappeared.

“She is almost a girl,” commented the woman, adding to my embarrassment. Then she pushed me lower in humiliation. “Either she has been eating glazed donuts.” She wiped my cheek. “Or you two had a little fun on the way over here.”

Glenn laughed. “It was a long drive. We did take care of some business.”

I lowered my eyes as Sally on the changing table clapped louder.

“Bend her over.”

Bent over, my a--hole was invaded by her gloved finger. I could feel the cold Vasoline. My whimpers filled my ears. I wanted so much to not be there.

I was a virgin. Nothing had ever been in me. As Glenn held me up, the woman positioned my tight hole of the rubber monster. I felt panic again as the tip touched me. I screamed for them to stop, but of course, to them, I just whimpered.

“Ready?” she asked me as if I could say anything.

I held on tight to Glenn, pleading with him to not do this to me, but of course he didn’t hear my begging, all he heard was my muffled moans. I shifted away from the intruder, causing the woman to smack me hard on my already bruised butt cheeks.

Suddenly, Glenn stepped away. “Let’s not do this to her right now,” he said. I cried and hugged him tightly.

“Your choice,” said the woman. “She would learn to love the chair.”

I loved Glenn for not making me sit in the chair.

The woman lowered the chair farther and went over to the changing table to finish taking off Sally’s diaper. She then took out a pair of blue plastic cover training pants. I could see an opening sewed in the back. Sally grew excited and suc-ked hard on her pacifier. “Let’s show Melinda how fun the chair is to ride.”

Sally held out her arms and the woman easily picked her up and put her on the floor. I watched in total fascination as the sissy hurried to the chair, position her butt over the huge rubber pen-s, and then sat down. There was a wet sound as it went into her. The woman raised the seat and Sally’s legs swung in the air. Before coming back to us, the women pulled down on the chair a bit, causing it to begin bouncing on the rubber band straps. No doubt the bouncing caused the pen-s to move inside Sally.

The sissy was all smiles.

“See what you’re missing,” said the woman. “Sally can ride that for hours as she messes in her training pants. Now, let’s get Melinda diapered correctly. I could see by the way you diapered her, you haven’t done this before.” She pulled out a pink diaper and laid it out on the table. “You need to first fold it length wise three times. Next, take the back and pull it out on both sides.”

She patted the waiting diaper. “Sit her down here.”

Glenn obeyed and I was soon looking up at the ceiling. The woman strapped me down across the chest.

“I like to powder the diaper and the baby,” she said as I felt the coolness of the powder falling on me. The smell brought back memories of a happier time, when I was a baby and people actually cared about me. A time before it became evident of my lack of growth.

Sally squealed.

“Look’s like mommy’s girl did a squirty, said the woman as she continued diapering me. Her hands felt like silk as she rubbed the diaper powder on me. I didn’t dare look, but I knew I’d grown excited down there from her touch. “I’ll show you a good way to get rid of that,” she said as she held my little hard pen-s. Being handled this way was so emasculating, but this was the first time another person had held my pen-s. “Roll her over to her side.”

I didn’t resist as Glenn rolled me over. Now I was looking right at Sally as she bounced on the rubber c-ck. I jumped a little at the snap of latex gloves. A moan escaped when she inserted a finger in me. “There, she is lubed,” said the woman. “Hold this over her little toy.”

Glenn held a real baby disposable diaper over my hard pen-s.
“This usually only takes a few seconds,” she warned. Her finger left to be replaced by something long. I want to cry for her to stop as the thing invaded me. Then it touched my prostate and I came in the diaper held by Glenn. It happened with any buildup and felt wonderful.

“We like that don’t we little one,” cooed the woman in my ear. “Now back to proper diapering.”

They rolled me back over and the woman finished the lesson. “You pull the diaper up between her legs, then open the front and pin.”

The diaper was much softer than the one Glenn had me wear and I could tell the difference in the fit. “Let’s put on plastic pants with snaps for her trip to the beauty shop.” She pulled out a pink pair. “I do believe you like pink, don’t you dear,” she said to Glenn.

Part 13

Glenn smiled. Pink was surely his color, a color he liked to see me dressed in from him. I felt weird after the orgasm, probably because it was my first one in front of anyone. In fact, it was my first one done by a woman, although, I never thought of it being by a woman being up my rear end. My body felt numb, a strange lightness and I wasn’t so freaked out about what was happening to me. A strange feeling of security washed over me as she snapped me up in the pink plastic pants.

“Put her in the crib while I get my little darling ready.”

Glenn took me over and placed me in the white crib. The thing was huge and the top of the bars came to almost my shoulders when I stood, looking over the rail as she diapered Sally. She was completely shaven down there and her pen-s, although small, was bigger than mine. She kept staring over at me, su-king on her pacifier. The woman held up a big butt plug. It was blue. “I always have to plug Sally when we are going out. If I don’t I’m sure to be changing a messy diaper in the ladies room.” A high squeal came from Sally as the woman pushed the plug home.

“It’s nap time,” explained the woman to Glenn. “We can talk while the little babies dream of satin and plastic.” After diapering Sally in a thick one with yellow plastic pants, she had the adult baby stand to remove her yellow dress and petticoat. She replaced it with a short yellow shirt adorned with kittens. I assumed correctly that we would both be sleeping in the crib. What I didn’t assume was how we would be sleeping.

The woman had a real bent streak. She told Glenn how she loves bondage and this would be a chance to help their little babies get closer acquainted. Both of us were made to lie down, facing each other, her su-king on a pacifier, me gagged silent. She lowered the rail and had Glenn help her buckle purple cuffs around our wrists and ankles. I tried to not panic, but whimpers did come out around my gag.

“Now hug each other,” commanded the woman. Sally smiled around his pacifier as my wrists cuff were buckled behind his back. In turn, his were buckled behind me. The obvious next thing was buckling our ankles together. As she did this I thought about how easily I was becoming helpless to change the strange direction my life was taking. Would I ever have thought a week ago, that I’d be wearing a diaper and plastic pants, strapped to another adult wear the same. Our filled plastic pants touched each other. The last step was she put a collar around each of us and latched together the steel rings in the front. Now I could help but stare into the face of Sally. I noticed her eyes were blue and hints of eye shadow was on the lids. Her lashes were long and thick.

“Let’s go have something to drink and talk about training,” the woman said to Glenn. She pulled up the rail and then locked down a railed cover over the crib. “They won’t be going anywhere.”

They left us bound in the crib, staring at each other. The room was very quiet with the talking adults gone, the only sounds being Sally su-king on her pacifier and the noisy plastic sheet when we moved.

After a few long minutes, Sally began to rub his plastic pants against mine. Our diapers were too thick for me to feel his pen-s, but the slow movement of the soft diaper around mine got me excited again. Of course, we could say nothing, but his eyes told me he was enjoying the feeling. Sounds of crinkling plastic filled the crib as we moved slowly, forcibly hugging, staring into our eyes. I’d never been this close to another human and definitely not another man. I could smell a hint of perfume but mostly baby powder.

Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry. After a few minutes, I felt his plastic pants grow hot, obviously from wetting his diaper. I did the same. The pee ran down the side of my diaper.

This really got Sally excited and she pressed harder against me. She was breathing heavily around her pacifier and I thought about the plug she wore, knowing deep in my mind that one was probably in my future. It must be moving with each of her small thrusts against my diaper.

Suddenly she cried out, losing her pacifier. I could feel her shudder.

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Part 14

I didn’t think I could come again so soon after being milked, but I immediately followed Sally. Waves rushed across my body as she held me tight. I’m sure I would have cried out if not for my fully gagged mouth. Time slipped away as we forcibly embraced, both of us in wet diapers and plastic. Sally suc-ked slowly on her pacifier as her bound hands massaged my back. Our smooth faces touched as my eyes grew heavy. Soon I feel into a soft sleep, but not before I released more pee into my waiting diaper. There was something so nice and familiar about being able to release myself at whim.

A bright flash woke me. The woman was taking pictures of the sleeping baby girls.

“Wake up sleepy heads,” she said, snapping more pictures. “We need to get Melinda to her appointment.”

I didn’t see Glenn and for some reason this scared me. I seemed to be dependent on him being around, like a baby and her daddy.

For the first time I was really dressed as a baby girl. After releasing us from our embrace, the woman, who now told me she was my Aunt Diana, dressed me in a pink dress. Despite not really wanting to be dressed as a little girl, I was entranced by the dress. Of course it was a soft pink color with little tiny hearts, each having a purple flower inside of them. There was also some white floral swirled into its pinky peach color. The peter pan color also matched the design of the dress. My eyes took it all in, knowing I’d be wearing the dress. The collar was trimmed in gathered lace and adorned in a white satin bow. The big ruffle on the bottom of the dress was also trimmed in gathered white lace. It had big poofy sleeves.

Aunt Diana laughed. “Don’t try to hid it from me. I can tell that Melinda likes her new dress.”

You might wonder why I didn’t make a run for it at that moment. Glenn wasn’t around and I was untied, but remember, a gag was still locked on me and I was not dressed so normal. Would you go running out into the streets dressed as I was in a wet diaper? Most likely I would be arrested and how could I explain being dressed this way. Plus, I’m not what you call a brave person.

So, I passively let Aunt Diana put me in the dress. The waist was at my chest and right away. I could see it was too short to hide my bulging plastic pants. These plastic pants became more visible when Aunt Diana had me step into a fluffy petticoat. It was trimmed in pink.

Pink trimmed socks and pink Mary Jane shoes finished off my outfit, well at least I thought they did until she tied a pink plastic bonnet on my head. It stuck so far out on the sides it was like wearing blinders. My world became only what was directly in front of my face.

She pushed me to a full-length mirror. “What do you think?” she asked me. “Your daddy won’t be able to keep his eyes off you when we are done today.”

I moaned around my gag. Staring back at me was a little girl It worse than I thought with the diapers. No one would miss the bulging pink plastic pants and what it meant. I felt so humiliated and this in itself made me want to hide deeper in this new identity. I wanted to forget who I really was and be this baby staring back at me.

Part 15

I really couldn’t take my eyes off my image in the mirror.

“Come on, Melinda,” said Aunt Diana, handing me a baby bottle. “Take this and go sit in that rocking chair while I get little Sally ready.”

I started to waddle over to the chair when she stopped me. “You silly baby,” she said. “How can you drink your bottle with that gag?”

She went to the bulb hanging off the front of my gag and turned a little valve. The bulb filling my mouth deflated and she undid the buckle on the back. My jaw ached, but my mouth felt oddly empty without the gag.

The rocking chair was pink with little bunnies across the back. It was the biggest chair I’ve ever seen. I had to climb up on it. My feet didn’t touch the floor. The warm formula in the bottle was gross, but I hadn’t eaten anything so I forced it down. The hole in the nipple was small so I had to su-k hard to get anything to flow. I was very noisy.

Sally was put into a yellow sailor dress with matching plastic lined pants. Unlike mine, his dress looked more for a toddler and was longer. His hair was already a very feminine cut and very thick, so Aunt Diana tied it in a yellow ribbon. I saw that Sally had both ears pierced with two studs in each. I’d love to get a chance to talk to him.

As I suc-kled, I worried about what was going to happen next. I was sure we were being dressed to go out and Aunt Diana, funny how quickly I thought of her that way, had said something about getting my hair done.

“Okay, girls,” said Aunt Diana after Sally was diapered and dressed. “Times a wasting and we need to get Melinda nice and cute for her daddy. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you when we're finished.”

She made me hold Sally’s hand as we walk together out to the car. Unfortunately, she didn’t trust me and had replaced the gag after my bottle. Sally suc-ked on his ever-present pacifier. A slight breeze blew, raising my already short hem and exposing my plastic covered diaper to the world. With my bonnet on, I could only see in front of me, thus I didn’t know if anyone had noticed these two strangely dressed sissies waddling toward the car. I use the word waddle because that is precisely all we could do with such thick diapers between our thighs. We couldn’t get to the car fast enough.

Part 16

Both of us were still wearing the purple leather cuffs around our ankles and wrists, so when we got into the back seat, Aunt Diana reached across me and snapped a little padlock through the o-rings on my left wrist and Sally’s right. She patted my smooth thigh – I should stop and tell you that my legs are naturally almost hairless. “This is in case you decide to be a bad girl and run away.”

Because of our petticoats, we were almost lost in the back seat. There just wasn’t any way to hold our skirts down. So for me, my world had shrunk down to the vinyl walls of my bonnet, my dress and petticoat, and Sally’s soft hand in mine. My anxieties melted as she caressed my fingers, then she lifted my hand to her mouth and lovingly suc-ked and licked them. I’ve always been a touch sensitive person and longed to be touched by someone. I’d savor the trips to get my long hair trimmed and washed by the girls at the Cut and Save, which was a sad indication of the loneliness of my life.

I really couldn’t see where Aunt Diana was taking us, not that it made any difference. Like a child, I didn’t need to know. Somewhere along the short drive we hit a speed bump and Sally squealed, no doubt from the plug in him. I shuddered, hoping I would never have to be plugged, but deep in side of me, I knew it was a fruitless wish. Again, I had visions of what it will be like when Glenn takes me back there. My fear was he would pound me like the little sissies were by the men in the porn movies we had watched at his place.

Too soon, we stopped. Aunt Diana came around to let us out of the back seat. Because of our bound wrists, I had to slide across to follow Sally out of her side, which made my dress ride up, giving the parking lot a full view of my plastic covered diaper. The wind felt cool on my legs.

I heard women giggle, but couldn’t see them because of the bonnet restriction, and I had no desire to see their faces. I was already so humiliated, dressed this way. That and my focus was on something else. My lower bowels were grumbling and moving. I felt pressure building and dreaded the meaning. I looked to Aunt Diana and moaned, but with my full mouth, she had no idea of the problem and just patted me on the head. “Don’t be afraid. This is will be your special day. They’ll love working with your hair.”

My special day turned out to be in a Full Service Beauty shop. Everyone in the place stopped when we walked in the door and I really wanted to die. All these women looking at me in a dress, wearing a diaper I would soon mess if Aunt Diana didn’t let me go to the bathroom. And since I was wearing my toilet, I figured fat chance, even If I could tell her I desperately had to go. “She adorable,” said a tall, thin woman. She held a pink plastic cover. “Let’s put this on so we don’t mess up her pretty dress.”

Everyone gathered around Sally and I. “Is it a boy or a man under that dress?”

“Oh, he supposed to be twenty, but as you can see, he’s no taller than a eight year old girl.”

“And look at their thick diapers.”

“I always use cloth diapers on my little girls,” said Aunt Diana. “Sally is mine and this one is named Melinda. She and her daddy are new at this so we want to make her irresistible to him.”

A huge woman, made up in garish makeup and big hair, patted the booster seat on her chair. “She probably already is irresistible to him. When I’m finished, he will be spellbound.”

Everyone laughed.

“Do they use their diapers?” asked a woman.

“For everything,” replied Aunt Diana. “They’re babies. Mine can’t hold anything and someday, Melinda will not be able to either. “

As she mentioned that, my sphincter lost the battle and hot diarrhea rushed noisily into my diaper. All conversation stopped and despite my horror, I couldn’t contain more poo from flowing from me. I wanted to die as I filled my diaper in front of all these women. My stature in this world came to me hard, standing there in dirty diapers, wearing little baby girl clothes, surrounded by adults, dressed as adults who used the bathroom, not their pants.

“See what I mean,” said Aunt Diana. “She couldn’t even wait until she got her hair done.”

“Take that nasty little girl in the back,” said the huge woman. “You can change her back there.”

Aunt Diana tugged me toward the back with Sally trailing at my wrist.

Part 17

My humiliation had reached a new low at that moment. What kind of man lets himself be dressed that way and then not have enough control to stop from dirtying his diapers in front of grown women? What must they be thinking of me? Even as Aunt Diana pulled me across the room, more poop escaped into my full diaper. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but of course, my humiliation wasn’t near over. One of the girls working at the place went for the diaper bag in the car. She was so cute and nice. I so much wished I’d met her before my recent transformation. But, now she would never see me as anything different than this strange little guy dressed as a little girl.

There was a big conference table in the back room. Sally and I stood there, me smelling ripe, as Aunt Diana laid out a folded up plastic changing mat on the table. Next, from the diaper bag, she took out a box of wipes, a large pink washrag, a thick cloth diaper and printed plastic pants. These were very babyish with circus animals on a pink background. Last were latex gloves, baby powder and oil.

She patted the pad. “Come on, little one, up on the table so Aunt Diana can get you out of that stinky diaper.”

I so wanted the cute girl to leave, but to my shame, she stayed to watch. I was on my back, knees in the air while Aunt Diana snapped on the latex gloves. While she got ready, she continued baby talk to me, which made the girl giggle and me want to die. “Don’t worry, sugar plum,” she said, “We’ll get you out of that diaper and ready for Gwen to make you look pretty. Won’t that be fun, getting all girly for your daddy? Now pull up your skirts so Aunt Diana can get you changed.”

Sally stood by me, his wrist still bound to mine. He helped me pull up my dress and petticoat to my shoulders. Luckily, I was now lost in the sea of my clothes and my bonnet, so I couldn’t see the cute girl’s face.

“He’ll just love seeing your new hair and painted nails. “ She unsnapped my plastic pants. “Oh my, looks like Melinda made a big mess in her diaper.”

Without the plastic pants, I smelled up the room. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend I was somewhere else, but as I said earlier, I’m very sensitive to touch. I felt everything magnified as Aunt Diana peeled off my dirty diaper and began cleaning me with a damp rag and wipes. “Lift up so Aunt Diana can get all that mess around your bottom. That’s it up we go. My, my, but don’t worry, Aunt Diana will get you clean.” I felt her washing around my pen-s. She chuckled. “Can you see why it’s best he’s a sissy? What woman would be satisfied with something no bigger than a finger.”

“It’s so cute,” said the girl.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I was so confused. Why did I let them put me in diapers? I felt as if the cute girl could look into me and see what I had done with Glenn.

The air felt cold as Aunt Diana finished cleaning me. I felt her slid a new diaper under me. “Down on your diaper,” she commanded. Like a good little girl I obeyed.

“Now we need to make sure this doesn’t happen again,” she said. “Melinda, you need to grab under your knees and pull you legs up as high as they will go.”

I looked around my skirts and saw her greasing up a flesh colored butt plug. This sent me over the edge for I wanted no part of being penetrated with it. I screamed wildly at my gag and started to get up. A searing pain shot up from my butt cheek. The bigger woman from the shop had come into the room. The wooden paddle sung through the air as it struck my other cheek.

“Don’t hit him,” pleaded the cute girl. She came around to my head and stoked my face. “Melinda will be good.”
My butt cheeks were on fire from the two spankings. My chest heaved as I fought to not sob into my gag. My pathetic moans filled the room. “It’s okay, little one,” the cute girl said. “Aunt Diana will be gentle.”

“Yes, I will,” commented Aunt Diana as I felt the end of the rubber plug push against my sphincter. The thing was tapered and when she pushed the pain became unbearable.

“Relax,” cooed the girl. “It will be easier that way.”

I couldn’t believe it when Aunt Diana said we were only half way. I felt as if a telephone pole was stuck up my a-s.

The girl continued to stroke my face as I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t easy with my butt hole being stretched.

“Here we go,” warned Aunt Diana.

I screamed into my gag as she pushed the butt plug into me, the taper of it stretching until I thought I would rip. Then I was past the widest part and it popped into me.

“There,” comment Aunt Diana, proudly. “That will keep things from getting messy again.”

The girl wiped away the tears running down my face.

My body involuntarily worked to expel the invader.

“She’s trying to push it back out,” said the larger woman.

A loud smack came to my thigh. “Stop that,” commanded Aunt Diana. “It really doesn’t matter how hard she tries, it isn’t coming out. And, to make sure, I have these special panties.”

I couldn’t see down there with all my petticoats, but I didn’t like the sound of that. I felt something being worked over my feet. It felt tight and Aunt Diana had to work it up my legs.

“She has almost no hair,” said the big woman, “but do you want me to get rid of it before you get the panties on her. “

“Oh, what a splendid idea.”

The big woman commanded the girl by my head, “Get down here you little bitch and make our baby girl smooth.”

I wasn’t sure how I could be excited, but as she removed my hair, they all laughed at my little prick. “Looks like she likes her little brown pu-sy filled,” said the big woman.

“They always do,” answered Aunt Diana. “Even being such a pathetic little thing, I need it down so I can tuck it between her legs in these panties.”

“Take care of it, bitch,” shouted the big woman to the girl.

It made me sad to think my first blowjob was going to happen as I lay on a table, petticoats pulled to my chest, wearing little girl shoes, plugged and about to be diapered. Because of my size, she had no problem swallowing me down to my tiny, now hairless, balls. I could feel her lips pulling on me as her little head bobbed. It was the greatest thing I ever felt and as such, I only lasted a few minutes.

“Don’t swallow it,” commended the bigger woman. She brought the girl over to my side. She then began to untie my bonnet. “Turn your head,” she said to me. After that orgasm, I was completely placid and did what she wanted. It felt nice to have the bonnet removed and even better when they released me from the mouth-stretching gag.

“Kiss him,” demanded the large woman and the girl leaned over and kissed me. Her full mouth of my sperm flowed into mine. Her tongue swished the c-m around in my mouth until I wanted to gag. I had no choice but to swallow.

When she pulled away, her eyes were wet. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

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Part 18

Now spent, Aunt Diana had no trouble pushing my little pen-s between my legs. I had to lift up as she pulled the extremely tight fitting pants on me. The tightness pushed my plug deeper into me making it impossible to expel. Next she pulled the folded thick diaper up between my smooth legs and pinned them tightly. Last were the plastic pants. These were pulled under me and then snapped to fit everything in a safe plastic cocoon.

I was helped off the table and told to stand still as Aunt Diana insured that my skirts were positioned. The diaper felt thick between my legs and I felt so full in my rear hole from the intruder. It was like a constant feel of going to the bathroom.

“Did you notice how full his lips are?” said the girl. “Women would kill for lips like those.”

For some reason she was making me feel good about myself, something I never would have thought possible, dressed the way I was like a oversize little girl. Sally and I walked back into the main shop, holding hands, and were greeted by a crowd of women, all waiting for us. I looked down at the floor, unable to look into their judging eyes.

Aunt Diana unhooked me from Sally so I could get my hair washed. Never had I ever been treated to a hair wash and it was wonderful. The girl’s strong fingers worked into my scalp and I peed in my waiting diaper as she rinsed it in warm water. I was starting to grow used to the convenience of wetting myself whenever the slightness pressure built. All the while she washed my hair, she complemented my full black hair and how much she was going to enjoy styling it for me.

I now understand how women have it great in going to a beauty shop. Just the act of getting my hair brushed before the styling was ecstasy. I didn’t even care that I was the center of attraction. I even took my pacifier hungrily when Aunt Diana offered.

While Gwen worked on my hair, the girl did my nails. Of course, they were done in pink with little bunny appliqués. She kept commenting on how little and cute my hands were and when she finished, they were also baby-soft.

My intruder was always on my mind. I had to sit on a buster in the beauty chair, so my feet swung in the air, leaving all my body weight on the plug. The only time I forgot about it was when Sally was fed.

It really caught me by surprised when one of the ladies, with huge br.east, sat down on the couch and exposed them. I’d never seen anything so big and the nipples were massive. I thought about how nice it would be to su-k on them when Aunt Diana led Sally over to the woman. He didn’t seem pleased and was whining around his pacifier.

“Stop that Sally,” demanded Aunt Sally. She pushed Sally into the woman’s outstretched arms. Even the girl stopped doing my hands to watch as the woman took out Sally’s pacifier and pulled him to her right brast.

Sally moaned as his mouth was sealed around the nipple. Soon loud su-king noises filled the room as he began to breastfeed. I couldn’t get over the vision of his face pressed against that massive br.east, his dress riding up to expose his plastic pants. His smooth legs moved against the pants, adding their crinkling sound to the suc-kling.

Part 19

An hour later, I was led to a full-length mirror to see the new me. My head spun as I stared at the little girl looking back at me. Any trace of my maleness had vanished with the long full girl’s hair on my head. They had put it in a big pink bow and it flowed down to my shoulders. My face had been scrubbed and the shadowing around my eyes, made the blue in them shine. I never realized what beautiful eyes I had. At that moment I had become Melinda.

“Wait until your Daddy sees you,” said Aunt Diana.

Sally and I were again tethered at the wrists for the trip back to Aunt Diana’s place. The girl from the shop pulled out my pacifier and gave me another kiss before we left. I almost cried thinking how I wished things were normal and I could take her out on a real date, but dressed as I was in a wet diaper and pink clothes, that would never happen. My future didn’t look to be anything normal. Soon I’d be back in my daddy’s arms.

Now, leaving the shop were two overgrown baby girls holding hands. I started to worry about seeing Glenn. I just knew he’d go wild over the new me and I clinched around the butt plug, thinking about him taking me back there.

Glenn’s truck wasn’t there when we got to her house, and now I began to worry that he wouldn’t return. Maybe he got cold feet and decided to not come back for me. I really had no idea what I’d do then.

Back in the house, Sally was put to bed for a nap and Aunt Diana gave me a bottle and locked me into the wooden playpen. The bars of the pen were above my head and too make sure I had no plans on climbing out or opening the gate, Aunt Dina bound my hands in another of her ingenious methods. She took my hands and slid them into thumbless mittens. When she strapped them around my wrist there was no way for me to remove them and it was impossible to grasp anything. I could barely hold my bottle.

A real feeling of excitement washed over me as I suc-ked on the bottle, waiting for Glenn. I really couldn’t wait for him to see me, which was unsettling. Was I starting to enjoy being a little girl? There was comfort also in lying there, safe in the playpen, drinking my milk and wetting my diaper at the slightest urge. I enjoyed the way it felt as the pee worked its way to my bottom. I even began to forget the plug filling me.

Then, I heard him at the door and my heart leaped. I put down my bottle and stood in the playpen, my covered hands at the rails. His deep voice was comforting and when he came into the room, the look in his eyes told me everything. In my excitement I held out my arms to be lifted. His smile told me I did have some power and I never in my life felt more wanted.

He pulled me out of the playpen and I hugged him tightly.

“Looks like Melinda missed her daddy,” said Aunt Diana.

“I can’t believe how she looks,” said Glenn as he sat me down to take a full look.

Something had released inside of me and I was Melinda, a little girl ready to do anything for her daddy. I tried to look my cutest for him and I could see it was working. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me nor could we get to the truck fast enough. He had bought a lot of stuff from Aunt Diana and it took him several trips to the truck, but finally I was in the passenger seat next to him.

Part 20

Something had released inside of me and I was Melinda, a little girl ready to do anything for her daddy. I tried to look my cutest for him and I could see it was working. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me nor could we get to the truck fast enough. He had bought a lot of stuff from Aunt Diana and it took him several trips to the truck, but finally I was in the passenger seat next to him.

We didn’t go home. It was already late and he couldn’t wait to get at me. I could also smell that he had been drinking and no way did I want us to be pulled over with me like this. Can you imagine how long I’d last behind bars? He pulled into one of those hotels with the suites like little condos.

Excitement grew in me as I sat in the truck waiting for him to check us into a room. I knew tonight would be the night and I wasn’t afraid.

Inside the suite, it was a bedroom, kitchen and living room, Glenn stood me in front of him and just stared. I suc-ked on my pacifier and moved around some, hoping the rustling noises would excite him. They did. I knelt in the middle of the room and Glenn began to strip, his huge c-ck even look bigger when he was completely nude. A stream of pee escaped me as I looked up submissively in his eyes.

Outside, I heard people going about their normal lives as I knelt before this man, my daddy. It felt wild as I waited to take this man in to my moist mouth while people walked on the other side of the curtained window. I turned and offered my cuffed wrist to him. I wanted him to bind me and make me feel more helpless, to only have my mouth to satisfy him. He rummaged in the bag on the couch and found the padlock. The click when he closed it sounded loud and was another step in our relationship. I was showing him that he was the master.

Now I knelt before my master, my arms pinned helpless behind my back, bound in diapers and plastic pants underneath my pink baby dress. His pen-s stood straight out waiting for my lips, lips they said most women would die to have. He reached down and removed my pacifier, breathing heavily. He moved closer and I bent lower, starting to lick the under part of the shaft. It bobbed as I ran my tongue along the bulging vain. I stopped at the base and gently suc-ked in one of his balls, filling my hot mouth. He stumbled back and it popped from my mouth.

“Let’s go over to the mirror,” he said, his voice raspy. “I want to watch.”

We did and again I was kneeling before his alter. I looked over in the mirror and caught my breath. I could see why he was getting so excited, here was this rock hard man about to be serviced by a soft, submissive sissy, wrists bound behind her back, long black hair tied in a pink ribbon. I watch myself slid my lips around the head of this monster. I couldn’t stop from watching my mouth swell as I moved down the shaft. I felt my butt tighten around the plug.

Slowly I pulled the rod from my mouth and then plunged it back into me. We were linked together at his member and my mouth.

I knew I was driving Glenn crazy with my su-king on him. I took as much of him as I could. With my hands bound behind my back, all my focus was on working my mouth. It was my instrument to please him and also a way for me to gain a little power back. I glanced over at the mirror and smiled around the thick rod disappearing into me, stretching my full lips. He was also looking at us in the mirror and our eyes met.

“Are you daddy’s little girl,” he said, his voice deep and full of passion.

Too full to speak, I shook my head, which looked hot with the c-ck filling me. He moaned in pleasure.

I slowly pulled back and his pen-s popped from my lips. I lowered my head to start kissing the underside, rubbing my lips down the shaft to his balls, flicking them with my tongue until I moved my soft lips back up. Saliva flowed from my mouth, coating him and running down my chin. Of course with my wrists locked, I could do nothing except let my juices flow and drip onto my bare thighs.

The outside world faded and it was just I making Glenn happy. I slurped noisily and licked him like he was a pop sickle. He rocked and grunted like a bull as I gave him the best blowjob he ever had. I wanted him to crave me. If I was going to be dressed like this for him, I wanted him to need me. Never in my life had anyone needed me, most just didn’t even notice I existed, but to Glenn, I wanted to be his obsession. If I was going to be his baby girl I wanted the best clothes, to be pampered and loved. All this was going through my mind as I su-k in his pen-s, started slowly at the head and then swallowing the shaft.

He placed his hands behind my styled hair as he moved his hips to pump his c-ck between my lips. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he filled me. But, he craved to have this last and he abruptly pulled his c-ck from my mouth.

“Not yet,” he whispered, but it was too late. I looked up at him and when he saw my wet mouth and me licking my lips, he came. Although, he tried to get it back into my mouth in time, the first shot hit my face. My lips were firmly around the shaft for the next convulsions and he filled my mouth. Because of his size pressing my tongue down I couldn’t swallow as he kept shooting into me. c-m leaked down my chin and onto the front of my pretty dress. Finally he pulled back some and I was able to swallow the seemingly gallons of semen.

“Oh god,” he moaned as I suc-ked him dry. He finally pulled out and stumbled back to fall into the bed. Helpless like I was, I just waited, my face dripping with his juices and more on the front of my dress. Until meeting Glenn, I never dreamed of being a little coc-ksuc-ker, to be the instrument of a man’s pleasure, but now I was one. In the privacy of being alone with him, I found I wasn’t ashamed. Women do this all the time and they go on with life. Maybe this is what I should be. Maybe Glenn was bringing out the real me.

I had to pee and didn’t hesitate to release it into my waiting diaper. I noticed that my rear was getting used to the plug and I had forgotten.

it was there. Now that I did notice it, I wanted it out.

“Daddy,” I said softly. “Can you change my diaper?”

Saying this out loud in the quiet room was another level of submission. I was telling that I needed him to help me, that I was helpless to control my body functions. I started to see why he wanted me in diapers and plastic pants. It made me depend on him. He had control of what I wore, ate and when I was changed.

Glenn patted the bed for me and I climbed on to the sheet and got on my back with my legs bent at the knees, waiting for him to change me. My face was still smeared with his juices. Not bothering to dress, Glenn went to the diaper bag. He came back with a disposable diaper. It was cute and looked nothing like a sterile adult diaper. It was white and had a strip of Disney characters across the waist.

There was something special about being changed by Glenn, naked as he was with his huge, hard rock, manly body. It showed me my place being so much smaller, dressed like a little girl, wearing a wet diaper, the taste of him still filling my mouth. What little power I got from giving him the blowjob of his life, paled compared to the power he had over me. I could do nothing to stop him from doing anything to me. If he wanted to strip off my diaper and take me, I was helpless. I could do nothing but cry if he turned me over a blistered my little butt.

One problem with my wrists bound behind my back was I couldn’t gather my dress and petticoat to get them out of his way for my changing. He didn’t seem to care and I think might have enjoyed having them in his way. I heard the snaps pop as he undid my plastic pants. Next he unpinned my thick, soaked diaper and stuffed it into a hotel provided plastic bag. I could smell the diaper and my shame.

“Now, what is this?” Glenn asked, obviously talking about the strange tight pants Aunt Diana had put under my diaper.

“It’s to hold in my plug, daddy,” I said, my voice sounding so small compared to his.

He chuckled and pulled off the pants, stuffing them in the bag with diaper. He then turned me over to see that I was plugged. He took in a breath when he saw the size of the base, the only thing showing on the outside. I glanced over and saw he was getting hard again. The man was a machine.

I moaned when he grabbed the base of the plug. I wanted it out of me but I also knew that meant it would hurt worse than going into me. Then it had a taper to push me open, now I’d get the full diameter of the plug without a build-up.

Glenn tugged but the plug stayed in me.

“How big is this thing?” He asked.

I answered with a whimper. He pulled harder and I felt as if I was being ripped apart as the plug opened me up. It made a loud popping noise to go with my little girl squeal as Glenn pulled it out.

He turned me back over to finish the diapering. I cringed when I saw the size of the butt plug as he tossed on the bed next. I couldn’t believe I had walked around with that monster in me.

His large, strong hands felt reassuring as he pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it tightly around my waist. After the thick diapers and plastic pants, it felt as if I wasn’t wearing anything. He lingered a long time on the front of my diaper, rubbing the plastic, which was much louder than the plastic pants. My little pen-s grew hard with his massage.

“Does daddy’s little girl want to have fun in her diaper.”

I moaned and nodded.

He continued stroking me through the noisy diaper. “Will, she make daddy happy later?”

Again, I nodded.

“Tell daddy in your little girl voice that you like su-king on him.”

His strong hands felt so good on my diaper. Reflexively, I raised my legs, bent at the knees. “I like su-king on my daddy and making him fill me.”

He liked that and rubbed harder.

“Do, you want daddy to be your plug tonight?”

I swallowed hard, staring at the massive rod sticking from my daddy, wondering if I could actually take it inside of me. “Yes, I want to have all of my daddy,” I said right before I came into my waiting diaper. He held his hand tightly against my diaper as the waves swept over me. I cried like a little girl.

I really thought Glenn was going to want me to service him again, but after I finished he got dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. He was hungry and I realized I was starving. He ordered pizza to be delivered.

While we waited for the pizza, I sat on my knees at his feet, hands bound, while he watched a baseball game. I think he liked the power my bound wrists gave him over me, not that I was going anywhere dressed like this. I jumped when the delivery guy knocked.

In a few moments he paid the delivery boy and brought the pizza over the coffee table, the smells overwhelming me with hunger. I wanted him to undo my wrist bindings so I could have some but I should have known better.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said and laughed. “You know baby’s don’t get big people food.”

I lowered my head, not being able to look at the pizza he ate. I was again reminded of the place I’d let myself be brought to. The front of my diaper grew warm as I involuntarily wet myself, another reminder of my regression. By letting myself be diapered and dressed like a little baby girl, I’d given up my right to ask for anything. Glenn had complete power over me.

When he finally finished the pizza he stood and reached behind the couch to the diaper bag packed by Aunt Diana. He pulled out several jars of baby food and a little bunny spoon. Before feeding me he tied a plastic bib around my neck to protect my pretty dress.

The food was awful but I was very hungry and with my arms bound, I had little choice but to take the spoonfuls as Glenn fed me. Glenn got distracted by the game several times and missed my mouth, making a mess around my face and dribbling some on my plastic bib.

Next, after the food came two bottles. My arms were growing tired from being bound behind my back, yet I got no relief from Glenn as he had me lie on his lap to be fed my bottles. By the time I finally suc-ked down the last of the second bottle, I felt bloated and exhausted. Despite the soreness in my bound arms, I feel sound asleep in his lap, so much that I didn’t remember changing me out of my dress and into a short Powderpuff girls top and pink plastic pants.

I awoke sometime in the night next to a sleeping Glenn. Blue light spilled in through the crack in the curtains and I slowly suc-ked on my pacifier, wondering if I would ever be out of diapers again. Everything pointed to Glenn wanting me like this for a long time.

Not that it was the worst deal for someone so little like me. I felt warm and protected as this big man snuggled against me as we slept as spoons. I didn’t have to worry about the world that treated me so badly and it felt, I don’t know, nice to be wanted, to be the object of his obsession.

Then I thought about the manly hood pressed against the back of my plastic pants. I wondered if tonight would be when he took my virginity. Would I be able to handle something like that? Having him f--k me would be the last step to my being gay, which I know is a silly thought after as many times I had him in my mouth. But, at three in the morning, in bed with a man at a hotel, wearing nothing but a little girl shirt, thick diapers and pink plastic pants, your mind isn’t working so clearly.

When I moved the slightestm my plastic pants crinkled loudly in the quiet room. They must have awoken Glenn, because he began to kiss the back of my neck. His hand came around and began to play with my nipples through the shiny nylon of my Powderpuff girls shirt. I tried to relax, to let his powerful hands explore me.

His breathing became harder and he whispered in my ear. “Go take off your diapers and come back. Leave the plastic pant on.”

I felt fear in my chest. This was it. I went to the bathroom and removed my soaked diapers. The plastic pants felt huge without being filled with the soft cloth. When I got back in the room, I could see Glenn’s huge c-ck in the blue light from outside, waiting for me. I stood there, afraid to climb back into bed.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, seeing my hesitation. “Daddy will be gentle.”

I had no idea what to do next, so I let my daddy be the guide. He pulled me down and then had me roll over on my stomach. “Pull your legs underneath you,” he instructed and I did. I found head pressed into a pillow with my butt in the air, waiting for him.

He was very gentle as he slid his lubricated fingers through the leg band of my plastic pants.

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Where the butt plug felt cold and impersonal, his fingers were warm and gentle as he slipped on into me. Of course, after wearing the butt plug for so long, his finger didn’t stretch me at all. Even when he slipped in two, I had no problem.

I moaned softly into the pillow as he massaged me back there, but I gasp when he pulled them out, knowing what was coming next. he pulled his hand out of my plastic pant, snapping the leg elastic.

“Are you going to wear protection,” I whimpered, for some reason worried about STDs after I had swallowed so much of his juices the last two days.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy is clean,” he replied, his voice sounding more deep than before. “I’m going to fill my baby up back here.”

I tried to relax, figuring it would be easier that way, but when I felt him tear a hole in the back of my plastic pants, I clinched and let out a little girl cry.

“Don’t worry baby,” he reassured me. “You’ll learn to love this gift from daddy.”

My eyes felt wet with tears, thinking that this is the final step. With the loss of my virginity I figured my future was sealed, which the way I had let them dress me was silly to be thinking at that point, but I was about to let a man take me like a woman.

Despite that I was able to relax some as I felt him push against my opening. The heat of his pen-s surprised me. It was on fire.

“Ready, baby,” he asked.

His breath drew short when I responded in a soft voice. “Yes, daddy. Melinda wants you to fill her up.”

Maybe because of the butt plug or the lubrication from his fingers, but he didn’t have to work hard to ram his rod into me. I tried to hold in my cries but I couldn’t help myself. I cried out loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Where the butt plug stretched me at first until my hole clamped down on the skinner part of the plug, there wasn’t any skinny part on his massive rod. Also the heat of his c-ck seared me back there.

“Are you okay?” he asked, which was sweet and made me love him a little bit more. Here I was helplessly impaled with his spike and he cared about me.

“Its so big, daddy,” I cried, trying to catch my breath.

“Baby likes it big?”

“Baby loves it big,” I replied.

Then he started moving, pulling his hot shaft along the walls of my sensitive hole. It was almost as if there was someone else in the dark hotel room. Someone cried out with each thrust, although I know it was me. I had no control of my cries and finally daddy muffled me with a pacifier.

I lost all track of time and space as he fuc-ked me on that bed. My whole being was focused on our connection and the first seconds of pain turned to unbearable pleasure. The outside world didn’t matter anymore, just this pleasure and the feeling of being wanted. His breathing was loud and animal like as I began moving my body to meet his thrust. I clinched my behind and he almost growled.

I glanced over and could barely see us in the mirror on the wall. Pulling out my pacifier I asked for Glenn to turn on the light.

“What? Now?”

“I want to see you giving it to me.”

He stopped pounding me for a second as he reached across and turned on the bed lamp. There we were in the mirror, me with my black hair cascading across delicate shoulders. My shoulders and chest had always been an embarrassment to me, but now they looked perfect. My pink powder puff girls shirt had ridden up past my belly button and the pink plastic pant ballooned at my waist. And then there was my daddy, on his knees behind me, ramming his meat into his little princess.

Then I felt myself coming, exploding into my plastic pants, and as I did, the muscles around his c-ck pulsated and he rammed it home, sending waves of hot lava into my waiting body.

I felt so empty when he pulled out from and flopped down on the bed. I remained with my knees under me, my pretty plastic covered butt in the air, crying softly into my pacifier. After Glenn caught his breath he gently put my on my back and pulled off my plastic pants. He returned with a disposable diaper and I passively waited, my shaven legs spread for him to diaper me. I closed my eyes and loved the feeling of his big strong hands lifting me to slid the diaper under my still warm behind, the sound of the plastic as he pulled the diaper between my legs and securely pulled the elastic waist to tape the diapers closed.

He laid down on his back and I snuggled up to him, my plastic diaper pressed against his hip. In two minutes I was sound asleep.

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What happened to the sequel to "Pretty In Plastic" by DeeWet? I thought it used to be on this site but appears to have disappeared.

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What happened to the sequel to Pretty In Plastic by DeeWet?