Becoming their diaper slave

[Deewet_]

This is one of my favorite stories I wrote.  I wanted to get this back on the betty board and I plan to right a sequel.   Enjoy

Deewet

I felt almost faint as we walked into her apartment. I couldn't
believe this was happening and at the same time I was weak in the
knees in anticipation. The cool fall air made me think of being
back in school and my long fantasies of being helplessly
submissive

Sandy had approached me as I had left the department store and
told me about how she had watched me for weeks come in and wonder
around the woman's department taking nervous glances at the silky
underwear and nightgowns. How she had worked her way over to
block my way out the door so we could talk.

She told me that she loved small young men and that we could have
lots of fun together.

Now I was going to her place to play for the weekend. My parents
thought I was going to a friend's house, but instead, I was
spending the weekend with a thirty year old knockout, who
promised two nights of fantasy for me dressed as a girl. Directly
she led me to a bedroom and told me to sit on the bed.

"Do you want to be my baby?" Sandy asked as she walked over to a
large dresser in her bedroom.

I nodded yes, not knowing exactly what she meant.

Opening one of the drawers she pulled out several items and
carried them over and laid them on the bed next to me. Without a
word she smiled and turned back toward the dresser. I looked down
and saw what looked like a fluffy folded diaper and large pink
plastic pants on the bed. The diaper was pink.

My stomach fluttered as I thought about what the diaper and baby
pants meant.

This was almost too much for me, but I didn't think to run out of
her place. I had always been a submissive boy and very small for
my age, but never had I thought about being dressed in diapers
and plastic pants.

"You will play for me?" she asked. "No one else will know our
secret."

My small coc-k was rigid in my shorts. Of course I would play for
her.

"I need to get you out of those boring clothes."

I didn't look to see what else she had brought to the bed as
Sandy pulled my shirt over my head and took off my shorts.
Instinctively, my hands went down to stop her from pulling off my
underwear.

"You silly little girl," she said with a laugh. "Let me take off
these ugly panties."

Her use of the word girl for me made me even more excited and I
passively let her finish undressing me.

"How wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I was right in thinking that you
haven't even started growing much hair down there yet."

My face must have turned red. I had always been embarrassed about
my size down there.

"Don't worry, I love how cute you look," she said as she gently
pushed me backward to lie on the bed. Next she went over and
started holding up the things she had brought from the dresser.

"We're going to play baby girl tonight. These diapers and plastic
panties will keep you dry because for this weekend you won't be
permitted to use the bathroom. I'll be your mommy and do
everything for you."

My fantasy had always been to be dressed as a girl by an older
woman but it never included diapers. I thought about this new
wonderful feeling of helplessness as I watched her fold the
diapers and then slide them under my raised bottom. The thought
of being locked in diapers and using them made my head feel light
with excitement and my dic-k seemed to be pulsing with
anticipation.

"These are seven layers with several inserts so you'll have to
waddle as you walk, but don't worry you won't be doing much
walking."

She told me to lift my bottom as she put the thick diaper under
me. Next she rubbed baby oil around my hard pen-is and finished
with baby powder. The diapers were incredibly thick as she pulled
them up and pinned them with large pink diaper pins. I found that
the bunched material in between my legs felt erotic.

After patting my diaper front, she started humming as she shook
out the plastic pants. "These are so wonderfully noisy," she
said. "They're Jim's favorite."

I should have asked then who Jim was, but I was too lost in my
fantasy world coming true that I didn't care about anything else
except being her baby girl. As she pulled the plastic pants over
my diaper I moaned with pleasure.

"Well, aren't we excited about being a little girl," she replied.
"You are so little and cute. These clothes are actually a little
big on you."

After that she stood me up and made me waddle around the room for
her. The diaper forced my legs apart and the plastic pants
rustled loudly. I could feel the wetness from my come.

"Let's finish getting you ready," said Sandy.

The next thirty minutes were dream-like as she continued to turn
me into a little girl. Sandy had a closet full of satin dresses
that were made to fit someone my size. She chose a pink dress for
me that, with the petticoat I also wore, was not long enough to
cover my diapered bottom. I was also forced to wear ruffled socks
with black little girl type shoes.

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[Anonymous]

While she fixed my hair, I suc-ked on a large baby bottle of milk

she had brought back from the kitchen.



"Now I'm going to put you down while I get ready for tonight."



She led me to the living room where she had spread out a shower

curtain on the floor in front of the TV. She took the bottle from

me and pushed me down to my knees. I felt suddenly very relaxed

and almost sleepy.



"Open your mouth," she said as she walked around to stand behind

me.



I did what she asked and found a large rubber pen-is gag being

forced into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was

stronger as she pulled and buckled the strap behind me.



"Now, lay down on you stomach and put your hands behind you," she

demanded.



Things were changing fast and I became very scared. Quickly I did

what she wanted and felt her begin to wrap a soft rope many times

around my wrists. Then she wrapped the rope between my wrists and

pulled tight leaving me secured and helpless. Next, she did the

same to my ankles and then pulled them up to be tied to the rope

at my wrists.



"That should keep you in one place while I get ready."



I had never felt so helpless and little as I looked up at her

with a large pen-is gag filling my mouth. Droll ran around the gag

and on to the shower curtain. Despite being eighteen, I found

myself starting to cry.



"Don't worry," she said. "Mommy isn't going to hurt you. This is

what you wanted as you lusted to wear the girl's things in the

store."



I could only moan around the gag. She was right. This is

something that I would daydream about as I sat through the long

days of school.



She left me helpless alone on the floor. Before too long I needed

to pee. Slowly I relaxed and let a slow stream fill my diaper.

The warmth spreading across my abdomen and crotch area felt so

good that after only several rubs against the rubber shower

curtain, I came in a hot rush.



"Did we have fun?"



I opened my eyes and saw that Sandy had been filming me.



"Now that you wet your diapers, let me help you do something

else."



She reached into the back of my diaper and I felt something cold

being forced up my ass. I grunted around my gag.



She left me again and that familiar feeling of guilt I get after

masturbating came over me and I was ready to quit the game.

Except being bound and gagged with a rubber pen-is didn't give me

that option.



I'm not sure how long I was on the floor, but I did fall asleep.



I jolted awake to hear Sandy talking to someone in the hallway

near the front door.



"Close your eyes big boy," I heard her say. "I've got a big

surprise for you."



I started squirming to get untied as I saw Sandy leading a large

black man into the room with his eyes closed.



"You can open them now."



He opened his eyes and saw me. A big smile came to his face.



"That the kid from the store?" he asked.



"He came to play for the weekend."



"Does he like to suc-k."



She laughed, "He's been practicing on a rubber dic-k for several

hours now."



I didn't know if I liked where this seemed to be headed. My

fantasies never included another man.



"Well we'll have to give the little girl some milk to drink," he

said as he pulled off his trousers and walked over to stand above

me with his large coc-k standing straight out.



"She fill those diaper yet?" he asked.



Sandy came over and put her hand up on his shoulder. "It

shouldn't be long."



While they went and sat on the couch to watch me. Sandy again had

her video camera.



"Move around little girl and try to get untied."



I had become a complete submissive baby and did what she asked. I

struggled with my bound legs and wrist causing my petticoat and

plastic pants to rustle loudly. I tried to cry and scream with my

filled mouth and heard only muffled moans. Then, I felt something

stirring in my bowels and before I could stop it I felt a rush of

shit fill my diaper. I whimpered around my full mouth as several

waves of cramps shook my body and I continued to fill my diaper.



"Bring her over here," said the man.



Sandy untied the rope connecting my ankles to my wrists and led

me over on my knees to where the monster waited with his long

pole standing out for me.



She reached to remove my gag. "Now suc-k on daddy's bottle like a

good girl. Remember that I have you on film already and could

show that around on the Internet to your friends."



I stared at his coc-k as she removed my gag, wondering if I could

do this without being sick.



Slowly she forced my head down toward the glistening purple head

of his coc-k. I saw a white bubble of pre-c-um on the end.



I opened my mouth and she continued to force me down until his

coc-k head pushed through my parted lips. The pre-c-um tasted salty

and his shaft was hot.



"suc-k daddy's big bottle," grunted the man.



Never had I believed that suc-king a man's coc-k would be so

exciting, but as I knelt there in a full diaper, plastic pants

and pink dress, my hands and feet bound together, I began to lick

and suc-k the head as if it were a bottle. I wanted him to fill me

with his sweet milk and as he breathed louder, I worked him

deeper into my wet mouth.



I could hear my plastic pants crackle as I moved up and down on

his coc-k.



The man was now rocking on the couch. It felt wonderful to be the

source of his pleasure. Saliva started flowing from my mouth and

dripping down my chin as he fuc-ked my lips. I felt the head come

out to my lips and I would plunge back down driving it almost to

my throat.



"Oh man, is she good!" he yelled as he exploded and filled my

mouth with his hot c-um.



I worked to swallow it all, but it was too much and some ran down

my chin. He pulled out and I sat back on my legs. My arms were

still helplessly tied behind my back



Sandy reached over to me and wiped my chin with the rubber pen-is

gag and then stuffed it back into my mouth.



"Is baby happy with her full belly?"



I smiled around the pen-is gag. Daddy sure looked happy.



"Come on," she said. "Let's go change your stinky diaper."

[Anonymous]

For the first time I noticed that she had changed into a short,

white rubber nurses uniform. I could see the top of her white

stockings.



She took me into the bathroom and pulled down my plastic pants.

Shit has leaked around the diaper and smeared the pants.



"Don't worry, I have plenty more pairs of plastic panties for you

in all colors and styles."



I should have been embarrassed that I had wet and pooped my pants

in front of such a beautiful woman. Instead I felt secured in

knowing that she would be taking care of me for the next three

nights.



After she cleaned me up we went back to her bedroom for a clean

diaper.



"I don't want you making any more messes for awhile," she said

before she put on the diaper. She told me to lie on my back with

my legs bent spread in the air.



Sandy lifted up a rubber butt plug in the air for me to see as

she smeared Vaseline on the shaft. I cried out as she lowered it

to my butt and gently pushed it home. My butt muscles clamped

down hard and she quickly pinned on my diapers.



This time the plastic pants were crystal clear.



"You won't be able to hide the littlest accident from me with

these on you," she said while she made sure that my thick diapers

were tucked into the leg openings of the plastic pants. Again

these plastic pants were as noisy as the pink pair.



"Daddy probably has another bottle for you, but first it's

mommy's turn to play with baby." She climbed onto the bed and

position herself over my face. She had no panties covering her

pussy. "Now it's time to eat something."



I ate her until my face was slick from her juices and she came

twice, but I found that I didn't enjoy that as much as Jim

filling my mouth with his hot shaft. As I worked on her I

wondered how it would feel if he filled my ass with that monster

coc-k instead of the plug. I hope I would find out before the

weekend was over.



She fell off my face and laid on her back on the bed. "Damn, he

was right. Baby does have a great set of lips and tongue."



I hoped that she was going to take me out for another suc-k on

Daddy's bottle, but she started unbuttoning my dress. "Time to

get you into bed for a nap."



She removed my dress and petticoat, but not before putting a

pacifier in my mouth. Not as good as Jim in my mouth, but at

least the rubber end of the pacifier was shaped like a coc-k. I

suc-ked hungrily as she pulled some other clothes out of the

bottom drawer of the dresser.



"This is a romper suit," she said as she started putting another

clear pair of plastic pants over the pants I already wore. A

plastic shirt was attached to the pants and I saw several snaps

at crotch. "This will keep you from leaking at the waistband."



When she pulled up the shirt on me and zippered up the back I

could feel my body heat being trapped and knew that it would soon

be uncomfortable.



She had me stand and led me to the living room again. Jim was

asleep on the couch.



After putting me on my back on the plastic shower curtain, she

left for several minutes to get some other things from the

bedroom. While she was away, I flooded my new diaper with hot

pee. It felt good to relax and let it flow, knowing that I was

safe in the shield of plastic.



Sandy returned with another bottle for me to drink. "This will

help you sleep and get some rest before we play some more

tonight."



After drinking the bottle I began to feel very sleepy. It was a

wonderful feeling being trapped in the warm wet diaper and being

kept dry on the outside by my plastic coverings. Soon I fell

asleep.



She and Jim had also been tired and we didn't play anymore that

night. I woke up with my feet bound and weird mittens on my

hands. With the mittens on I could not untie my ankles or remove

the pacifier strapped to my mouth.



My diapers felt already soaked, but I had to go again so I

released my bladder as I waited for Sandy to come out of the

bedroom.



Sandy told me an hour later as she untied me that today we would

go out shopping. "Don't worry," she laughed. "With your shortness

and then body, no one will know that you are a boy."



Instead of a thick cloth diaper she put a white disposable under

me. "We don't want to carry around wet diapers do we?" she said

with a grin. "And we don't want a dirty messes."



Sandy held up the purple rubber butt plug again. This time it

felt good as she pushed it home.



To help me look like a teenage girl she put a small purple lace

bra on me, which she stuffed with two rubber breast with nipples.

We finished my purple look with tights and a long sweater that

went almost to my knees.



Joe came out of the bedroom as Sandy finished my make-up.



"Does my little girl want something for breakfast," he said.



I looked down at his silk shorts and smiled at the tent his big

coc-k was making. I wished I wasn't diapered because what I really

wanted was for him to fuc-k my ass.



Sandy had glued long red nails to my fingers and I hesitated at

his waistband. It felt so feminine and slutty to be reaching for

him with those nails.



This time no one had to force my waiting lips to his dic-k. I

knelt down and started licking the underside of the shaft and

teasing the tip of the head. As I finally parted my lipstick

coated lips around the head, I let out a warn stream of pee into

my diaper.



He lasted longer than the night before so I got to enjoy the

taste of him. There was a mirror on the wall and I looked so good

suc-king him.



Sandy moved up behind me and started rubbing her hand across my

plugged butt. Waves of pleasure rolled across me and I was able

to time my orgasm to when he shot salty c-um down my throat. This

time I was able to swallow everything.



We fixed my smeared makeup and she put on a fresh diaper on me.

It was time to leave on our shopping trip. My heart felt like it

would beat out of my chest as she opened the front door. It was

one thing to play at being a girl behind closed doors; it was

another thing to be actually going out in public.



I stopped at the door.



"Don't be afraid baby," she cooed. "This is what you have always

dreamed about."



"What if I see someone I know."



"No body will recognize you as anything but a cute girl."



A cute girl wearing a diaper and a plug up her ass, I wanted to

say.

[Anonymous]

Sandy grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the cool fall

morning air. Luckily the street was empty and I made it to the

car without anyone seeing me.



We drove to a part of town unfamiliar to me and I felt better

that I wouldn't see anyone I knew.



I thought about the little girl dresses hanging in her closet and

the diaper and plastic pants she owned. "How many other boys have

you made into little girls?" I asked.



She smiled as we stopped at a red light. "You're the fourth, but

none have been as small and submissive as you. We have to get you

some new clothes in a smaller size."



She turned into a strip mall and parked in front of a little

store called Special Fantasy.



"Look what you have there Sandy," said a tall woman behind the

counter in the shop. "We're going to have some fun. She is so

petite. I bet your man loves this one. "



"She is real good at suc-king."



My disposable diaper was very noisy against my tights as I

followed Sandy into the shop.



I looked around the shop in a daze. Plastic and leather clothes

hung from numerous clothes racks. On one wall were bondage toys

and dil-dos.



"Let's take her back to the baby shop."



They led me to a closed door in the back of the shop. I was

embarrassed because I was sure that the two other woman shoppers

in the store heard her and the crinkling of my diaper. I was

still dry, but felt pressure building in my bladder.



We followed the woman to a room that had all types of clothing on

hangers and shelves. Pink and purple seemed to be the most

prominent colors and everything looked to be little girl dresses

and things in grown-up sizes.



"Take off her sweater," said the woman to Sandy.



As Sandy pulled off my sweater I let myself pee into the diaper.

She smiled knowingly at my diaper. Warmth spread to my butt and I

thought about the plug still firmly in place.



"I don't think she'll be wearing a bra with these clothes," said

the woman to Sandy.



"Of course not," replied Sandy as she took off my bra and rubber

breasts.



"Are you only using disposable or are these just for going out?"

asked the woman.



"Most of the time she'll be wearing very think cloth diapers and

plastic pants, except when she poops." Sandy walked over to a

shelf of diapers. "I do need some inserts."



"I recommend the 6 ply."



It felt so odd being talked about as if I wasn't I the room or

that my opinion didn't matter.



"We should put her into some real diapers for the fittings."



The woman took out a plastic covered changing pad and put it on

the floor. Next Sandy guided me onto my back and pulled off my

purple tights. She pulled off the tape from my disposable and

threw it away.



"I see you have her plugged against emergencies," said the woman

as she lifted by plugged butt to slid a diaper under me.



The diaper with the insert made it unbelievable thick between my

legs. I could not put my knees together. She then pulled on a

pair of plastic pants in case I had to wet again before they were

finished.



I suc-ked on a pacifier as they put me into a variety of dresses

and bubble rompers. All of them very sissy looking with ruffles.

When we finished I was again put into a disposable diaper but

this time she kept a pair of plastic pants on me. She also took

out my butt plug.



"You know there is something else you must get for her," said the

woman.



I couldn't see what they pulled off the shelf. But they looked

back at me and laughed.



Our next stop was a beauty shop. The place was luckily part of a

woman's house so I was the only customer. It did feel a little

humiliating because she was young and seemed to already know that

I wasn't really a girl.



"His hair is just perfect for curls," she said to Sandy.



As she started a permanent on my hair I started to protest to

Sandy. How could I go home looking like this?



"You'll just have to stay with us for awhile." she said as she

pulled out a ball gag from her purse and plugged my mouth. To

keep me in place they tied my wrist to the chair with yellow

ribbons.



It hurt as she worked my hair into tight curls. This was becoming

more than I wanted. Now I couldn't go out as anything but a girl.



Suddenly I felt a 'BM' coming on strong. There was no way I

wanted to shit my diaper in this chair for this girl to smell. As

she and Sandy talked, I concentrated on not loosing control of my

bowels, but the butt plug seemed to have weakened my control. I

couldn't believe how far this had gone in such a short time. Two

days ago I would have never thought that I would be sitting here

getting my hair permed while I tried not to mess my diaper.



"Let's put you over here to wait while this sets." said the woman

as she untied my wrists.



They led me to a playpen in the corner. Unfortunately when I

stood I lost some of my control. I felt it squirt into my diaper

and as I walked over to the playpen more pushed out to fill the

back of my diaper.



When I sat down in the playpen I felt it squish around my balls.



I waited for the smell to give me away.



It didn't take long.



"Does she have a diaper on?" asked the young woman. "Because I

think she has had a accident."



Sandy bent down to me. "Did you go potty in your DeDe?"



I slowly nodded.



"You bad girl. I see that I shouldn't have removed the plug."



"This is really something," said the young woman. "He lets you

dress him up like a little girl and also lets you put him in

diapers."



"That's not all she lets me do," said Sandy. "She's totally

submissive."



The young woman walked over a locked her front door. "I have no

more appointments today."



Sandy smiled. "You want to play with Cindy?"



They took me out of the playpen and finished with my hair. Since

I already smelled I finished messing my diaper.



The young woman was named Daisy.



She was not as nice as she looked. After they finally took off my

diaper and cleaned me up she wanted to give me an enema. They

bent me over a stool in the bathroom and inserted a balloon type

nozzle into my rear hole and filled me with enough soapy water

that my stomach looked bloated. They pumped up the nozzle so it

was locked tight in my hole. All this time I still had the ball

gag in my mouth and my hand were tied to the legs of the stool.



They left me alone for a few minutes as the enema cramped my

insides. When they returned, Daisy started spanking me with a

wooden flat paddle.



My butt felt as if it was on fire and I cried into the rubber

ball gag. The only sounds were the loud smack of the paddle

followed by my muffled cries from the pain.



When she tired they took out the enema nozzle and let me crawl to

the toilet to relieve the pressure.



"She still might have an accident," said Daisy. She pulled out a

tampon for me to see. They both laughed as she inserted it into

me.



"Now, to make it swell up and hold tight," said Daisy as she

worked the nozzle of the enema around the tampon. She then let

some water in to swell the tampon. I could feel the size grow.



They then put me in a bulky cloth diaper and plastic pants. This

was all I wore as they led me back to the chair to finish my

hair.



I couldn't believe how cute I looked when she finished with my

hair. At that point I didn't care to ever look like a boy again.



"I really don't want to dress him as a teenager again," said

Sally. "He is so cute as a little girl.



"Pull your van into my garage," said the beautician. "You can

take her out without anyone seeing you."



Sally smiled and left to pull the van into the garage. I waited,

tied to the chair with my mouth filled with the ball gag.



Sally returned with a box from the baby store.



"Let's put her in this for the ride home."



She pulled what looked like a large pink satin sack from the box.

They untied my wrist again as Sally unzipped the sack. I could

see that there were sleeves that ended in mittens.



The pushed my arms into the sleeves, then pulled tight the

strings at the wrist. The mittens were actually very small and I

had to ball my hands into fist for them to fit. After they tied

off the wrist I could see that my hand were useless. Sally pulled

pushed the rest of me into the sack and pulled up a zipper on the

back. The back fit very tightly across my legs and when she was

finished I was totally helpless in the bag.



"How do you like your new travel sack?" asked Sally.



Of course I couldn't answer.



"If you ever need a babysitter..." said the beautician.



Sally pulled a bottle out from her bag. She pulled off my ball

gag and gave me the bottle. I could barely hold it in between my

balled fists of satin. It was filled with warm juice and I drank

it on the floor while she had her hair trimmed. They talked about

me as if I weren't there and soon I fell asleep.



I awoke in the back of the van still locked in my satin travel

bag. The ball gag was now a pen-is gag filling my mouth. I smelt

food and realized how hungry I felt.



"Is baby awake?" said Sandy as she looked in the mirror. The

smell of food was coming from the bags she was been handed from

the drive-through window. I hoped that no one could see me tied

up across the back seat in my travel sack. I could feel the

tampon still firmly plugging my hole. It made me feel as if I had

an urgent poop.



"None of this for you," she said. "Only bottles until we get your

waist down to a twenty-six."



The smell of the food drove me crazy the rest of the way home.

She pulled the van into the garage and had Jim come out and carry

me into the house. As she promised I was feed a bottle while they

ate the carryout food. I was so hungry that I nosily suc-ked down

the chocolate flavored diet drink formula. She then gave me a

bottle of apple juice. All the time she kept me in the travel

sack.

[Anonymous]

After dinner they made crawl around in the sack while Sandy took

pictures. When she finished I again had to give a blowjob to Jim,

but we wouldn't let me make him come because they said he was

saving it for later.



Sandy took me out of my sack after I suc-ked on Jim's coc-k for

awhile. She then changed my wet diaper. I was really starting to

like this baby thing. No more worries about going to the

bathroom. When I had to go I just let it go into my waiting

diaper. I lay on my back as Sally cleaned and powdered me. She

pulled a pink soft diaper between my legs and pinned me in

tightly, followed by pulling on a pair of clear plastic pants

with a pink ribbon. She hummed, as she made sure the diaper was

tucked into the plastic.



For the hour I rested on the floor only wearing the diaper and

plastic pants. It was neat to glance down at my hairless body to

see my thick diaper ballooning out my plastic pants, the pink

diaper and pins showing through the pants.



I heard the doorbell ring, followed by both men and women voices.



Sandy came into the bedroom and pulled me up to a kneeing

position. She put two rubber cuffs on my wrist and then pulled my

arms around to my back. I heard a metallic click as she locked

the cuffs together. She then tied a large vinyl bib around my

neck.



I had a good idea what the bib was for as she walked me out into

the living room. Several couples sat on the couches together. The

men had their pants off with their large coc-ks sticking into the

air as the women pumped them slowly with their hands.



"Who's got dinner almost ready for the little baby?" asked Sandy.



"We're ready," replied one of the women.



Sandy led me to a big hairy guy. Sandy pushed me down to my knees

and the woman stopped stroking the man and grabbed my curls to

pull my face to the head of his purple coc-k. I first started

licking his coc-k as if it were an ice cream cone then as he

started groaning I plunged the whole length down my throat.

Instantly, he yelled and started filling my mouth with hot come.

It came out so fast that some did leak out around my lips to

dribble onto my plastic bib.



After that I was moved around to satisfy all the other men. None

came as quickly as the first one so I need to work harder. By the

time the last one shot his load in my mouth, my bib was smeared

with a lot of come and my mouth was quite tired. Also I had wet

my diaper and needed a change.



My hands were freed from behind my back and gently the ladies

took me into the bedroom and stood around to watch my changing.

Several were rooting through the closet to select a dress for me

to wear. They were all quite nice to me and a very good-looking,

tall blond woman asked to be the one to change my diaper.



"She doesn't get a new diaper just yet," said Sally.



All the ladies laughed.



The blond lady first took off my bib and then was handed a pair

of yellow panties to put on me. They were nylon and felt strange

since this was my first time out of diapers since I first

submitted to Sally. This was followed by a white, billowing

petticoat trimmed in yellow. Over the petticoat they put me in

flowery yellow dress followed with white gloves, lacy socks and

black Mary Jane shoes. The dress zipped in the back and had a

Peter Pan collar. The last thing added was a yellow ribbon in my

hair and a touch of make-up to my eyes.



After they finished I was paraded around the room so everyone

could see how cute I was in my little girl clothes. Sally warned

me that I didn't have a diaper on so I needed to be careful.



Also one of the women had been filming my transformation.



Before I was lead back out into the living room another lady fed

me a bottle of milk.



In the living room the lights had been lowered and in the center

of the room was a comforter and three pillows stacked in the

center. Sally attached my wrist cuffs to the front of me and then

asked Jim if he was ready to deflower me.



My heart began to race. Finally I was going to be fuc-ked by Jim.

Although this is what I want badly, I was also becoming very

frightened and started to shake.



"Isn't that darling. She is shaking with fear," said someone.



Sally pushed the pen-is gag back into my mouth and strapped it

tight behind my neck. I was then place on the pillows so my

pantied butt rose into the air and my face was on the comforter.



They didn't need to pull my panties down because there was a slit

in them to make it easy. I felt cold jelly being rubbed into my

asshole.



Nothing happen for a minute after the jelly application was

completed. The only sound seemed to my breathing. Then I felt his

pen-is at my butt. Slowly we started spreading me, stretching me

farther than any of the butt plugs. I was glad for the pen-is gag

so that I could scream out in silence as he pushed deeper and

deeper.



When he had what had to be the entire shaft in me he didn't move.

Slowly I could feel it pulsating against the walls of my colon.

Things went from being painful to being wonderful. It felt so

good to have him filling me with his manhood.



Deliberately he started pumping into me, rocking me forward and

back. My ass started rising to meet his thrusts and I heard

several of the women start clapping.



"Go girl," coached someone.



His pumping became faster and harder. I could feel it growing

hotter inside me from the friction. My own pen-is was hard inside

my panties.



This was better than anything I had imagined. I was his toy and I

loved giving him such pleasure.



He didn't yell when he came. Instead he pushed in one hard thrust

and kept his dic-k deep in me as he pumped me full of his come.



I came into my panties.

[Anonymous]

The next morning, Sandy undressed me, taking off my diaper.

She helped me into a warm bubble bath and washed me

completely. After that, she handed me my clean clothes for

work at the coffee shop. I really hated having to go back

into those clothes, but I needed to get to work and also go

home.



"Are you sure you don't want to wear a disposable diaper in

case you have an accident."



"No," I told her. "I don't need one." Plus, I worried that

someone would hear the crinkle of the plastic covering.



"Well, at least wear these," she said, holding out a pair

of pink satin panties. "You will come back next weekend to

play?"



Of course, I would.



There was one problem, besides my shaven body. I had to

hide my curly hair. Sandy solved that by showing me how to

push it up under my cap.



Although, I felt as if everyone was watching me, nothing

happened during my shift until around two. I was cleaning

the dishes in the sink when I felt wet. In horror, I looked

down and saw that I had wet my pants. Thinking quickly, I

spilled a pitcher of water down the front of me.



"Are you okay?" asked my manager.



I nodded and said I was sorry, but I needed to run home to

change.



My mom and three sisters were not home. Surprisingly, there

was a package on the table for me. It was from Sandy.



I took the package into my bedroom and opened it.



The note inside said, "You might need these training pants

for a little protection against leaks. Don't worry, they're

whisper quiet."



Inside were three pairs of plastic pants with flannel

linings.



How did she know?



I pulled on one of the pairs of training pants. The plastic

was a baby looking print and the inside flannel, a light

blue. I walked around and she was correct, they made only a

slight rustling sound. I pulled my jeans over them and

looked in the mirror. They didn't appear to look bulky.



I hid the other pants and hurried back to work.



The rest of the shift my little pen-is was hard, as I

couldn't forget about wearing training pants under my

jeans. Good thing, I'm small down there. It was also a good

thing I had on the training pants when I leaked without

control again that shift. I was able to get to the bathroom

before it got bad.



After finishing at the toilet, I pulled up my wet training

pants and this just excited me more. Before leaving the

bathroom, I rubbed the front of my training pants and

quickly shot my little load into the waiting wet flannel.



My sisters were home when I walked in the door. Like

always, they ignored me, which was a good thing since I

needed to change out of my wet training pants. My mom was

busy and barely waved hi from the family room where she

watched game shows.



I went into my room and changed into baggy sweatpants and

to be safe, I put on another pair of training pants. I sat

on my desk chair and thought about Sandy, wishing I were

there with her: wearing a dress, safely snuggled in a thick

diaper, being fed on her lap from a bottle.



The rest of the week dragged between work and being ignored

by my mom and sisters. No one even questioned why I wore my

hat all the time. I felt those old feeling from when I was

young in a house of women. Then I would crave some

attention from them and fantasized at night that I was a

girl instead of their dumb brother.



On Friday, a big package arrived for me. This did spark a

slight interest with my mom, but I told her it was some

books I bought on ebay.



My hands shook as I opened the package. A note in it told

me to wear the contents when I met Sandy at her clothes

shop that afternoon. It went on to tell me how much she

missed me and that they wanted me to come live with them.



Inside were three disposable diapers and a snap front pair

of pink plastic pants. I was to wear one diaper and bring

the others in the shoulder bag provided. I pulled out a

pair of black pants and moaned. I couldn't wear these

outside. They were obviously women's pants since they

zipped on the right side hip. Lucky for me, Sandy provided

a long top that didn't look too feminine and could hide the

side zipper. For my feet, I was to wear ruffled top white

socks and flat unisex shoes.



I had to hurry before my sisters got home. My bags were

already packed and in the trunk of my car, not that I'd be

using any of the clothes in there, but I needed to show

that I had moved out for a while.



First, I pulled off all my clothes and for a second, I

hesitated before dressing in the clothes from Sandy. I was

on the edge of a big change in my life. I wondered if I

would ever be back here or whether I would ever be a boy

again.



I looked around my room. There was nothing stopping me. I

wanted to go to Sandy and be lost in submissiveness. I

didn't want to make decisions.

[Anonymous]

I sat down on the disposable diaper and tightly taped it
around my waist. Next, I pulled the shirt over my still
curled hair. The paints were tight and when I moved the
plastic from my diaper crackled loudly. The length of the
pants legs was short and my ruffles socks clearly showed.

I cracked open my bedroom door to make sure the house was
empty. Taking a deep breath I hurried out, focused on
getting out the front door, down the driveway and into my
car without being seen. My diaper sounded loud enough for
anyone near to here my approach.

"What are you wearing?"

I froze in the entryway and turned. My oldest sister was
sitting on the couch.

"Are you running away?"

I couldn't talk.

She stood and walked over to me. "You're gay aren't you?
The others don't think so, but I think you want to a girl
like us."

I couldn't move. She was twenty-seven and had been my
babysitter a lot as I grew up. She was the one who dressed
me in little girl clothes when I was little.

I had to get out of here. "I won't be back," I managed to
say.

"Those socks are so cute and what's under those pants?" She
reached out and rubbed my butt. The plastic crinkled loudly
under her caress. "Are you wearing a diaper?"

"Don't tell the others," I pleaded with her.

"I won't if you pull down your pants and let me see what
you're hiding."

She stood with her hands on her hips waiting for me. I
couldn't do it. This was horrible and it became worse when
she tired of waiting and when to the front of my pants
herself.

"I can't believe this," she said when realizing that my
pants had no zipper in the front. "You're wearing girls
pants." I looked away as she unzipped me and slide my pants
down, exposing my plastic pants. "Those are so cute."

When I didn't think things could be worse than standing in
the entryway with my sister finding out that I wore girls
clothes and plastic pants, my other two sister came in the
front door as my older sister pulled off my baseball cap,
exposing my girlish hair.

They stood silently with stunned looks.

I'd had enough. As fast as I could I pulled up my pants,
not bothering with the side zipper and pushed past them to
the front yard. There might have been neighbors watching,
but I didn't look around as I climbed into my car. Tears
ran down my cheeks. After today I could never go back home.

I drove away in a fog. Sandy's store was in a strip mall a
few miles away and the whole way, I cried, not caring who
saw me. All I wanted to do was get to Sandy and hide.

Unfortunately, the parking lot was full. My luck was
getting worse. There was a sale going on in her store.
Lot's of women and teenage girls were about the area, some
of them I knew from high school.

I parked away from the crowds and slinked down in my car.
How was I going to get in there to Sandy? Her note said
that if I didn't show up, dressed like this, the game would
be over and they'd search for another boy to be their
sissy. With my sisters knowing my secret, I had no other
place to go.

My diaper felt wet. I must have peed without realizing it.

After a while, I decided to go into the store. The crowd
seemed to have thinned and I remembered how I got away
looking like a teenage girl with Sandy. Hopefully, no one
would recognize me. The only problem would be my noisy
diaper.

I was wrong about the store being empty. The place was
packed with young women talking and shopping. Several
looked me over as I searched for Sandy. I probably looked
like I could be a girl, but with no makeup on, I might also
look like a boy. That and my damn diaper was so loud with
each step. All I wanted to do was crawl and hide somewhere
or run out of the store, but I'd had gone beyond the point
of return with my sisters.

"Can I help you?" asked a pretty, young salesgirl.

I stuttered about looking for Sandy.

"She's busy with customers right now, maybe I can help you
find something."

"Well, she told me to meet her." I lowered my eyes from her
sharp blue stare. She had to know that I was a boy.

"Oh," she exclaimed. "You must be Amanda, her little baby.
I should have known when I heard you walking." She said
this loudly, causing several girls to stop and look at me.
"You are wearing a diaper? She told me that you have
control problem and I wouldn't want you messing up your
nice pants."

One of the braver girls moved closer. "Is she wearing a
diaper?"

"Actually, she's really not a girl, but a sissy boy who has
to wear a diaper under her sissy clothes."

I wanted to cry with shame as the two girls giggled. "I'd
love to have a little sissy boy to dress. Does he belong to
someone?"

"The owner, but maybe you could baby sit the little sissy
sometime."

"That would be so much fun." She put her finger under my
chin and pushed my head up so I had to look in her eyes.
"Would you like that little sissy? We could play bondage
games. I like to tie up little ones like you. Wouldn't that
be so much fun?" The girl turned to the salesgirl. "Does
the sissy like girls or boys?"

"I'm told her mouth is good at both licking and suc-king."

I couldn't help it, but the shame of everything made tears
well up in my eyes.

"You poor baby," said the salesgirl. "We didn't mean to
make you cry. Come on in the back. I'll change your diaper
and get you something to drink. Will that make you feel
better?"

I started to turn for the front door. I needed to get out
of there, but she grabbed my hand in a firm grip. "Where do
you think you were going?"

She lead me through the store as I cried and my full diaper
sang its baby sissy song.

When I saw Sandy, I ran to her. She hugged me tightly and
stroked my hair. "Now, now, Amanda, it's alright. Mommy's
here to take care of you." I felt her hand slide across my
butt and squeeze, obviously making sure I was diapered as
instructed.