Tony heard people going in and out of the bathroom, ***ing at the urinals. He never used the urinals; afraid someone would see his tiny *****.
He took the scissors and cut away his briefs, and stuffed those in the bag, not believing he was doing this. He flushed the toilet, hoping to mask the noisy plastic of the diaper as he struggled to get them into position. He taped the sides and next worked the snaps open in the plastic pants.
All the while, he worked, a strange tingling settled into his groin. The diaper felt so strange on him.
The yellow plastic pants were very soft and mercifully, quiet. He pulled those around and snapped the pants in place over the diaper.
His Dockers fit loosely like all of his clothes. He stood and pulled them up over the plastic pants and decided to wear his short out to cover and possible peaking out of the bug plastic pants.
Although, the shirt hid the bulge of the diaper, the plastic crinkled loudly with each of his steps and he swore the older man at the sink looked over at him as he walked out of the restroom.
Debra waited anxiously outside, holding the popcorn and two huge soft drinks she had bought for the movie. When he came out of the restroom, she almost dropped the cardboard tray, seeing that he had indeed put on the diaper and plastic pants. It made her feel so wonderful, knowing that hidden under his Dockers, unknown to the people walking around him, her new little sissy was diapered and wearing yellow plastic pants.
He looked so precious, trying to walk without making noise. No doubt, the rustle of the plastic sounded loud to him. She noted that he hadn't tucked in his shirt to hide his condition, an unnecessary move, since no one would really notice the slight bulge from his diaper, except her. For a moment, her eyes stayed glued on the slight bulge under his shirt and pants.
"Okay," he said softly. "They're on me. What now?"
"We go see the movie, silly," she said to him.
Debra had picked a long movie to make sure her little new baby had to use her diapers. She took his hand and led the way to screen 2. His hand was smaller than hers and was shaking.
"It's all right, Toni," she assured her new sissy, in a low voice. "Mommy's not going to make you anything you don't want to do, but I think we both know you want to be a sissy."
He pulled back. "I can't do this."
Debra felt this was a critical point. If she didn't handle this right, Tony might flee.
"Let's just play this as it goes," she said. "Remember, I make and sell dresses so I understand and approve. Just think of all the clothes waiting for you in my house."
His eyes showed his fear but they also showed his desire. Debra knew that a fetish like this could over come fear with just the right words. "I have the most frilly dresses and petticoats, little school girl uniform jumpers, rompers for play time, the cutest pink pajamas for bedtime. In fact, everything is pink, yellow or baby blue. Butterfly soft satin material or soft vinyl."
"Of course, I want to keep you in diapers and plastic pants, nice soft cloth diapers not the disposable you are wearing."
Her words had put him in a trance as his fetish took control. He resisted no longer.
About an hour in into the movie, the large drink had the desired effect. "Go ahead," she urged, whispering in his ear. "Everyone else has to leave and miss part of the movie, but you can go as you watch and no one will know. Your diapers and plastic pants will keep everything outside dry.
Tony couldn't concentrate on the movie. The diaper and plastic pants he wore were the center of his universe. If he even moved slightly in his seat, the crinkling of the plastic seemed very loud. He could feel the heat building up in the plastic prison and the elastic cut into the skin on his thighs.
The large drink was pushing his bladder to bursting point, but he had another bigger problem. Since he was little, Tony suffered from a spastic colon and stress only made it worse, and he was very stressed, sitting in the movies, wearing a diaper and plastic pants, with a woman who knew his secret. He had no idea where all this with her was leading, but he felt helpless to stop. She had touched his weakness with the talk of the clothes waiting for him in her nursery.
He squeezed hard trying to will the coming bowel movement to go away, but he also knew that uselessness in resisting. Nothing could stop this urge and the only thing to do was head to the bathroom as fast as possible.
She gripped his hand tight when he tried standing.
"You don't understand," he pleaded.
"Sit down," she hissed. "Use your diapers."
Tony froze. The people around her had to have heard her use the word diaper. He sat down and lowered his head in shame, praying no one he knew was in the theater.
"I have to go poo," he frantically whispered to her.
"You'd better not," she warned. "Mommy will have to spank her bad girl if she can't hold it. It was also tell mommy that her little girl is still a baby and must wear diapers all the time."
The rest of the movie went by in a blur as he fought to control himself. The pain in his pressure from his bladder won when Debra reached over in the dark and pressed down on his it. Warmth spread across the front of him and he felt streams run down his skin to pool around the back of his diaper. For some surprising reason, the warmth and knowing that the wetness was contained by the diapers and the plastic pants, made him relax a bit.
That was a mistake. He almost cried out when he felt the rush of hot, thin poop fill the back of his diaper. Like an infant, he couldn't stop himself. He stomach made a loud noise as his bowel expelled the steamy substance.
"It's okay, mommy knows you can't help it," whispered Debra. "We'd better go now."
Thankfully, Tony let her lead him out of the theater. Unfortunately, the lobby was packed with people coming in for the latest Star Wars movies that were slated to begin in the next hour on five screens.
With each step, more poo squirted into his already full diaper. He wanted to die and didn't dare look up as they squeezed through the mob.
Finally, they were outside and Tony breathed in with some relief.
"Oh my, you're a big wetter," said Debra, pulling him across the parking lot. "I guess it will only be thick cloth diapers for you from now on."
Tony didn't understand until he felt the back of his legs. Around the edge of the plastic pants, his Dockers were soaked. He stopped and looked down, devastated that the ring of wetness was quite visible.
He started to cry. The diaper had also swelled and the bulge quite evident. With dread, he glanced back to the front doors of the theater and saw a group of people pointing their way.
"It's okay, Toni," said Debra. "We'll get you to my house and cleaned-up. Mommy's going to make everything alright for her little baby girl."
Debra kept a tight grip on his little hand and led him to her car. She figured if she let him on his own to drive home, his shame might drive him to run and hide, and she might lose her sissy, something she was determined not to let happened.
Tony reached for the front door of the car.
"I don't think so," she replied, opening the back door. "Babies go in the back seat. We don't want to mess up mommy's front seat."
She smiled at the shame in Tony's eyes. The back seat was covered in soft plastic she had gotten as a mattress protector. "Take off your Dockers," she commanded him.
"Not here," he pleaded.
""No one is going to see, silly," she replied. "You'll be more comfortable without those wet pants on you."
Reluctantly, Tony hurried to pull down his pants, unfortunately for him, he had forgotten to remove his shoes first. Now he was stuck with his pants around his ankles and his plastic pants and diapers in full view.
"You silly little sweetheart," said Debra, as she laughed. "Sit down in the back seat and mommy will get your pants off."
She pushed Tony onto his back in the seat with his legs out the door. She undid his shoes and pulled off his pants, thinking to herself that these will be the last pair of pants Tony wears around her. For a moment, she savored the site of him in his plastic pants and full diaper, little hands covering his face in shame, before she pulled him up to a sitting position, where she buckled him in safely.
It was all part of her plan. Making Tony sit in the back seat in a dirty diaper, would hopefully make him feel like she was the adult and in charge. To top it off, she opened the glove compartment and took at a pacifier.
Tony protested.
"The heavy tint on the windows will keep anyone from noticing," she assured him.
The ride seem a lot longer to Tony than twenty minutes. He suc-ked on the pacifier hoping no one could see in the windows as she promised, the smell and wetness in his pants reminding him of his dirty-diapered state. His mind whirled about where this all might be headed with Debra. Since she made dresses, he figured she had a large collection at her house, a thought that made him suc-k harder on his pacifier and feel ashamed at his weakness. How he was ready to humiliate himself in front of this stranger for a chance to dress as a little girl.
His stomach wasn't finished and five minutes into the ride home, he felt pressure building again. With a loud squirt, he lost control and filled the already over capacity diaper.
Debra smiled, watching in the rear view mirror, hearing him fill his diaper. The poor dear was surly a mess inside her plastic pants.
Luckily, Debra's place had a garage so they could get to the house by avoiding the neighbors. She didn't want anyone to know about her little business or growing desire to sissify young men.
"I should go home," Tony said pathetically, making Debra laugh.
"Are you sure?" she said, lightly. "All the neighbors are out working on their cars or yards."
Tony lowered his head. She was right.
Debra delighted in watching Tony try to walk in his full diaper, with a few streams of brown running down his legs.
"Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up in the shower. I'll put out something for you to wear."
She had him use her bathroom to get clean, not wanting Tony to see the nursery in the basement until she was ready. Of course, there wasn't a bathroom down there anyway since Tony would be wearing his bathroom in this house.