Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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My story started almost a year ago, quite by accident on my part because
not in my wildest dream would I think I 'd be sitting here, thickly
diapered in my feet pajama's writing about my regression into being an
helpless, and quite content baby girl.
I was a little man, standing only five feet tall and 90 pounds. I use
the past tense here because it is hard to think of myself as a man now.
Even in my dreams at night, safely tucked into my crib, I'm only a
little diapered girl. Sometimes I do have nightmares where I'm thrust
back into the real world and am lost like a child. I try to act like a
man in those nightmares, but people treat me as a child.
Before I get started in my story, I want to apologize if my writing
isn't the best and for any typos. My mind has not worked this hard in a
while and my fingers are stiff, being most times they are cocooned in
thumbless mittens.
Everything started innocently between me and Gloria, neighbors in a very
exclusive row of townhouses along the lake. Both of us single for
different reason, me for being so little and not someone women are
attracted to for a husband and she was so big that most men were afraid
of her size.
My days were very long, a surprise to me since I no longer had to work
after making millions on the sale of my software consulting firm. I use
the word firm loosely since it was only me developing a cute bit of
software that a big company wanted for their own.
One evening Gloria was getting home the same time as me. She had
groceries and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner. I said yes,
knowing that with our size difference, meant this wouldn't go farther
than just dinner.
Was I ever wrong?
The food was fantastic and we got along very well, in fact so well, I
was getting vibes that something more may be in line that night. This
scared the hell out of me. I was a twenty-six year old virgin with a
very small pen-is. No way would that satisfy this woman.
Things got friendly on the couch. We watched a movie and she reached
around and started messaging my neck, telling me what a cute little
thing I was. Her tone was as if she was talking to a little boy instead
of a man, and I would usually be insulted, but it felt so nice and safe
with her. Also, years of loneliness made me vulnerable.
I'm not sure how it happened, but sometime during the movie I ended up
with my head in her lap, her fingers playing with my thick hair, which
since I basically stopped working after the buy-off, I'd let grow kind-
of long.
Besides, a small pen-is, I have a small bladder. Soon, I needed to go pee
badly, but didn't want to get up and possibly spoil the mood. Her
fingers felt so strong and caring in my hair.
Finally, close to bursting, I had to get up from my spot in her lap. I
mean to say, that I'd never had to go this bad. What happened next,
would set a wild set of things in motion that ends with me in my current
state as I tell this tale.
I might have made it if I didn't fumble with my zipper, but I did and
before I could pull out my little pen-is, my bladder let loose. I managed
to get most into the toilet, but still, the front of my pants were
soaked.
"Are you okay?" she called out to me.
This was extremely embarrassing. I needed to get out without her seeing
my accident. "I need to go over to my place," I told her from inside the
bathroom. "I'll be right back."
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
My plans were gone, as she stood right outside the door.
"I was afraid you might have waited too long," she said, looking down at
my wet pants.
"This has never happened to me," I explained.
She took my hand. "Don't be embarrassed. I understand," she said to me.
"Don't go home. I've got some pajamas you can wear."
I still wanted to leave, but she held my hand tightly. "Please stay."
I nodded yes and she shooed me back into the bathroom. Several minutes
later, she knocked on the door. "My stuff would be too big for you, but
this was something I bought for my niece when she stayed with me."
Her niece? I wonder to myself. Would she want me to wear girl pajama?
My question was answered when she handed me the pajamas. They were
definitely girls, made from satin and pink. Lace went around the sleeves
and leg openings. Worse were the panties she gave me. They were like
boxers, but satin with lots of lace.
"I know they are a little feminine, but it's just you and me," she said
from the other side of the door.
"I don't know," I replied.
She was silent for a moment. "We can have fun."
The way she said that, left no doubt, where this night headed. I took
off my wet pants and underwear and replaced them with the panties and
pajamas. Because the pajamas and panties added no support, my little
hard pen-is tented the front. I couldn't go out like this.
"Come on out, chicken," she said.
I complied, not looking her in the eyes as she silently led me back to
the couch. She said nothing about my condition. We laid on the couch
watching the rest of the movie until her hand left my hair and strayed
to the front of the satin pajamas. As she softly stroked me with one
hand, the other pulled off her tee shirt leaving her ample breast
exposed. Like a baby, I moved to the right breast and began to suc-kle on
the nipple.
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She moaned and applied more pressure to her stoking of me. I suc-ked as
my mind was lost somewhere else, experience the first time someone
touched me down there.
I didn't last long. In a wave of pleasure, I grew ready to come. Sensing
this, she quickly pulled my pajama bottoms and panties down to my
calves. I moaned around her nipple as I came into her working hand.
After I finished, she would let me stop suc-kling. As she pulled my
pajamas and panties back up, she said, "You keep wanting to spoil your
clothes, I'm going to have to put you into diapers."
At that point, I was ready to wear anything for her.
That night was so good, I stayed until she had to get up for work at
eight in the morning. She had washed my wet pants and they were ready
for me to wear back home. I actually felt sad to be taking off the
panties and wearing my usual boring underwear. Never before had I
thought about underwear, but as I walked home and for the next three
days, I was keenly aware of my underwear. My attention was drawn toward
anything about women's underwear on TV or in magazines.
I heard nothing from Gloria for three days, but she filled my mind. I
couldn't do anything constructive, just worrying if she was waiting for
me to make a move or had that night just been a fluke and she was
embarrassed to see me. I was almost into a depression when she finally
called.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight," she
said.
The sound of her voice made me almost cry. I told I would love to come
over.
Dinner was good but awkward. We didn't mention anything about the
panties and pajamas of the other night, even though it was so much on my
mind.
It was while drinking coffee that she hesitantly brought it up.
"I was afraid you might not want to come over again," she said.
I put down my coffee, search for the right words. "It's all I though
about the last few days."
She smiled and took my hand. "I've never done something like that
before, but you looked so cute in those pajamas."
"Because, I'm so little."
She squeezed my hand. "Being little really isn't so bad, you should try
being my size as a woman."
I'd never thought of that, but she probably had problems getting into a
relationship as me.
"Listen," she continued, "you can leave if this makes you uncomfortable,
but I have a proposal."
My heart was beating so loud she had to hear. I couldn't find my voice,
so I just nodded.
"I didn't call you or anything for the last few days because I wasn't
sure of my feelings. Seeing you in those panties and pajamas brought
something out in me I never experienced before. I felt both protective
of you and excited. Maybe it is our size difference, but I would like to
go farther with you in this direction."
I didn't know what to say.
"Would you be willing to let this fantasy go forward to explore a
possible special relationship? I promise not to make you do anything you
don't want to do."
"Okay," I managed to say.
She smiled widely. "Are you willing to be submissive to me?"
I agreed.
"If at anytime you don't want to go forward, you just tell me the
special word. This word will be grown-up."
We held hands for a few quiet minutes. I never answered in words, but
when she stood and I allowed her to lead me to her bedroom, I had
answered.
A new nightie was laid out on her bed. This one was very short, but I
didn't get a chance to look closer because she pulled me across the
bedroom into the bathroom. While the water poured into her large
bathtub, she peeled my clothes off, all the while, caressing my skin,
telling me how cute I was. Of course, when she finished stripping me, my
little pen-is was at attention, but she ignored it for now.
The bath was wonderful, filled with bath oils and bubbles. Very
delicately, she shaved my legs and other areas until I was as hairless
as a baby. The oils softened my skin, so much that I couldn't stop
touching my legs.
She would let me do anything. I stood there naked, the cold making my
small pen-is shrink to the point it almost disappeared, as she dried me
with a puffy towel.
Now, it was the time to get into the new clothes waiting for me on her
bed.
"Don't look," she told me back in the bedroom. "I want this to be a
surprise."
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From behind me she slid the nylon baby doll length nightie over my head
and down on my smooth shoulders. It was really little girl stuff with a
baby and pacifier print. The edge trims with wide lace.
I started to say that she didn't have to do this, but she plugged my
mouth with a pacifier.
"No more talking for my baby," she said.
Next was something I didn't expect at all. On the bed, waiting for me
was a disposable diaper. "This will keep baby from worrying about
messing up her clothes or mommy's furniture."
If I hadn't gone this far already and was so lonely, I wouldn't have let
her put the diaper on me. Completely submissively, I laid on my back
while she powdered me and pulled the diaper up around me and taped it
tightly. It felt even better that the satin panties for some freaky
reason.
As I wrote before, I'd let my hair grow long. Now being diapered, she
treated me as a mommy and put my hair in ribbons without asking. "We'll
have to get those ears pierced," she commented when she showed me how
cute my hair looked after she finished.
She didn't have a bottom for me to cover the diaper, so I spent the rest
of the evening like a baby with my noisy pampers exposed, suc-king on my
pacifier as we watched a movie. On the front of my diaper was a color
strip and I kept catching her glancing at it, no doubt wanting me to wet
myself.
With my small bladder, she didn't have to wait long. At first, I worried
that I wouldn't be able to pee lying down on the couch, but I hardly
thought about it before the front of my diaper grew warm and wet. This
seemed to be another step in my regression.
As I sit here writing in my wet diapers, I realize that even if I wanted
to stop, it would be impossible. Just in these few word thus far, I've
uncontrollably wet my diaper several times and by the rumbles in my
stomach, I'll soon be soiling myself.
Since it was a Friday night, I stayed over in her bed. She came hard
several times as I orally pleasured her, but I never came, nor did I
really want to. For some strange reason I was content to be mothered by
her.
The next morning, I climbed from bed to head to the bathroom.
"Don't you dare," she commanded me. "I bought a whole box of diapers."
I turned and saw sternness in her eyes, something that made me a little
scared. Come back to bed and mommy will change you later.
"But, I have more pressing business than peeing," I pleaded.
I stood speechless as she came to me and plugged my mouth with the large
rubber teat. "I found this at the drug store," she said, directing me
back to the bed. "It's for bigger kids."
The pacifier brought back memories. I'd used one until a late toddler
and missed it dearly when my mother threw it in the garbage in a rage.
She snuggled me back into her huge bed and brought her laptop computer
over.
"I've been thinking about us," she said. "We have something special here
I'd like to explore farther."
With the pacifier in my mouth, I remained silent.
"Yesterday, on the internet, I found a neat world for us." She opened
her web browser. "You would not believe all the cute stuff on eBay."
I watched as she went to eBay and type "Adult Baby" in the search
engine. I was stunned by the pages of baby clothes, dresses, diapers and
plastic pants, styled for babies, but in adult sizes. "Can you believe
this?" she asked me.
I suc-ked harder on my pacifier, my heart racing as I thought about where
this was headed.
"All my life, I've loved little girl dresses," she said," but at my
size, I never got a chance to play in ruffles, lace and petticoats. I so
much want to make you my little girl."
A silence hung over the bedroom after she spoke, me suc-king on my
pacifier, her, rubbing the front of my diaper as she scrolled across all
the items in eBay.
In the end, she selected four expensive, beautiful dresses, a romper,
cloth diapers, pins, plastic pants in a colors and patterns - some of
them that snap on the sides, bottles, lacy socks and a black pair of
Mary Jane shoes. My silence was taken as an acceptance of my new role.
One thing I have always had is a spastic colon. When I have to go, I
have to go. She had just made her last purchase when I could wait no
longer. "I really have to go," I pleaded, taking out my pacifier to
speak.
"Then go," she said, holding tightly on my arm, telling me to poop in my
diaper.
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Of course, I'd never gone while lying on my back, but that didn't cause
any problems. When I had to go this bad in the past, I'd actually had
little leaks as I hurried to find a bathroom. It felt nice to not fit
the urge as I relaxed and fill my diaper with the hot liquid.
It was quite noisy and I would have died in shame a few days ago, but
now I just hugged my new mommy.
"Don't worry," she comforted me. "Mommy will clean baby."
I then decided to never go out without a thin diaper on for protection
against these attacks.
Having my dirty diaper changed was another step in my regression. While
now, having my diaper changed by Gloria or her friends seemed natural,
that morning; it was life-changing experience, a feeling of giving
yourself completely over to someone else. A bond grew between us as she
removed my messy diaper and put me in the shower to clean the mess stuck
to my behind.
After the quick shower, she filled the bath with hot soapy water,
telling me all the while, how she would take care of her new little
girl. As if taking its new role, my little pen-is actually seemed more
withdrawn and tiny. The bath was as good as the night before and when we
finished, she put me in a new diaper and a little pink shirt she had
worn when she was a teenager.
I spent the remainder of the weekend in diapers, using up most of her
box. Meals were fed to me and all my liquids came from a baby bottle. We
watched movies and cartoons, with me pleasuring her many times. Saturday
night, I feel asleep while nursing on her large nipple.
The next two days, I was completely worthless, my mind not able to let
go of what happened with Gloria and the stuff she had on order. I found
myself on the Internet for hours reading adult baby stories and looking
at pictures of women wearing thick diapers and plastic pants. Never
before had I thought about being a woman, but as I stared at the cute
girls with the heavily padded buts and big plastic pants, I went into
deep fantasies about being one, loved and pampered by Gloria. Sleep also
didn't come easily as I found myself missing the pacifier. I also didn't
eat much and lost a few more pounds, dropping me below one hundred.
It was Wednesday afternoon, when Gloria called me, excited. "The plastic
pants and diapers arrived today. You have to get over here right now."
Luckily, I'd shaved everything that morning and was smooth as a baby. I
almost ran to her place.
"Look at these," she said, holding up a pair of pink plastic pants with
little stars. "Aren't they so cute?"
Her face glowed with excitement. Before I could respond, she placed the
pacifier in my mouth. I hungrily started suc-king. "Did Melinda miss her
pacifier?" She pulled me toward the bedroom. "We got to get you into
these."
The diaper was fluffy and pink. She also had purchased a liner for the
diaper. She almost ripped my clothes off and soon had me lying on the
diaper. In a cloud of powder, she got me ready for the diaper, all the
while breathing hard. She seemed about to c-um from the excitement.
She had also purchased diaper liners and when the diaper was pulled up
and pinned, the thickness made it impossible for me to close my legs.
While the disposable diaper was exciting, there was something special
about being pinned into a cloth diaper. Many older adults wore the
disposable diapers, but none wore pink cloth diapers and plastic pants
like a little baby. Flashes of those pretty girls on the Internet,
diapers and plastic pants, went through my mind. I felt like a baby girl
and gladly let her put a little pink shirt on me. She had bought it
today in the girls department at Sears.
Since then, I only wear disposables when we go out, but that is later in
my story.
"I want to do your hair," she said.
My hair was down to my shoulders, but not cut as a girl's would be. She
did the best she could by putting it in short pigtails.
By then, she was in a frenzy of horniness. She put me on the bed and
motioned me to move around in my diaper and noisy plastic pants, while
she watched, her hand down her pants.
Any inhibitions I had on where this was all headed, didn't seem
important. I found that I loved being the focus of Gloria's attention
and excitement. I moved my legs like a babies, making the pants sound
even louder. The thick material between my legs felt so good as did the
plastic of my pants.
After she came loudly several times, she came over and easily picked me
up as you would a toddler. "I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,
"she said breathlessly.
She had been busy the last few days and had found an oversized
highchair, which my little body fit into nicely, only my legs a little
too long for the bottom.
"Oh my," she whispered as she tied on a plastic bib. For a second, I
though she would start playing with herself again.
For dinner, she fed me some peas, little bites of hot dogs and a jar of
baby food carrots. We had just finished when the doorbell rang.
She looked at me frightened. "Who could that be," she whispered.
I actually got so scared I wetted my diaper without trying.
"You've got to hide," she said, working to get me out of the highchair,
her face worried.
Again, the doorbell rang.
We hurried into her bedroom, my plastic pants loudly crinkling with my
steps. "In here," she commanded, pushing me into the walk in closet.
Before closing the door and leaving me in the dark, she pushed the
pacifier in my mouth.
I sat with my knees to my chest, the thick diaper feeling heaving from
my wetting, listening to see whom it might be.
Everything had been a fantasy game of being her baby, but the thought of
anyone else finding out about our secret scared me to death. The voices
were muffled from the living room, although I could place that the new
voice was a woman's. Well, at least I thought it was a woman's. It was
one of those deep woman voices that could go with either sex.
They seemed to be talking a long time until things fell quiet. I
wondered if the visitor had left, but didn't want to take the chance by
opening the closet. I felt around in the closet, wondering if I should
take off this diaper and change into something else. The problems with
that was the darkness and the fact of her being so much bigger than me,
even if I found something that could pass as male clothes.
My stomach fluttered when I heard them come into the bedroom. I wasn't
sure at that moment, but I thought they were on the bed. Wet noises and
pillow talk came through the closed closet door. Oh no, I worried. She
was on the bed making out with a man. Was this her boyfriend? What would
he do to me if he found me in the closet?
I shuffled back into the corner of the closet, hoping to be hidden under
the hanging clothes. Gloria had started to moan and the bed squeaked.
As I said before, I have weak bowels and my stomach began to churn.
Pressure began building and I knew it would be useless to fight off the
coming storm. I knelt and relaxed, letting the hot liquid fill the back
of my waiting diaper, hoping the smell would not be noticeable in the
bedroom.
I kept kneeing after I finished, not wanting to sit in my mess. The
noise from the bedroom got louder as Gloria's moans grew in intensity. I
wished I was man enough to do her like that. I was scared, knowing this
had to be a big man to satisfy such a big woman.
Suddenly, the noise stopped. So did my heart, when I heard the other
person say something about smelling crap. The door flew opened and I
would have cried out if not for my pacifier.
"What the hell is this?"
"My little play toy," said Gloria.
"Is that the guy from next store?"
I was frozen in place. Instead of a man, it was a woman larger than
Gloria. She wore only a tee shirt and a huge strap on, the rubber pen-is
glistening from screwing Gloria.
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"Crawl on out of there," said the huge woman, her pen-is pointing at me
like a rod, huge compared to my own pen-is, shrunken and hidden in a wet,
smelly diaper.
I crawled past her, whimpering around my pacifier in shame. "Not much of
a man, is she?"
Gloria knelt on the floor, with her arms opened to hug and comfort me.
"He hasn't been screwing you?" asked the huge woman.
"If you saw his little toy, you'd know the answer to that question,"
said Gloria. "We just started playing together. Isn't she so cute in her
diapers?"
The huge woman sat on the bed. "Get back up here," she commanded. "She
can watch how to satisfy a woman."
Gloria obeyed, leaving me on the floor.
I was shocked to see Gloria passively being screwed by this huge woman.
I'd never thought about her being a lesbian, but I guess it made sense
with her getting excited about me being dressed as a little baby girl. I
slowly backed from the bed, wanting to escape back to my place, although
it would be risky, dressed in a diaper. I figured I'd grab a blanket
from the couch to wrap around me.
They were not paying attention to me and I almost got to the bedroom
door, when the huge woman shouted. "Now, where in the hell are you
going?"
She pulled out of Gloria and descended on me with her giant dic-k waving
as she walked. With iron hands, she grabbed me by the arm, dragging me
back to the bed. "We can't have a baby wondering around by herself while
I screw mommy."
The woman commanded me to kneel and not move. I heard her open a drawer
behind me. She pulled my arms back and bound my wrists with a thin rope.
Sometimes late at night, alone in bed, I fantasized about being tied up,
but reality was much more frightening. I could tell she had done this
before, since when she finished, I couldn't escape the ropes.
While she tied me, the rubber dil-do caressed my head, making me cringe.
She came around and it pointed at my face. "Spit out that pacifier," she
commanded, holding out her hand.
I looked to Gloria for help, but saw her submissiveness with this brute
offered no help. With my hand tied securely, I was helpless to resist
anything.
I spat out the pacifier.
Kneeling there at the feet of this big woman made me feel so little and
insignificant. The pain of my life being such a little man welled up in
me and for the first time since I child, I started crying. Even sitting
here in my dress, typing this story, the memory of that moment is making
me cry. Women might not understand how hard it is to be a little man,
ignored by woman and taller men. I only made the money I did was because
of my brains and talent, but at the end of the day, I was overlooked as
insignificant because of my size.
"Look up at me you sissy," she said.
My eyes rose up to meet her eyes, looking down at me from her six-foot
four body.
"Don't make him do that, Sammy," pleaded Gloria.
"Shut-up, bitch," Sammy said as she pushed the rubber dil-do to my closed
mouth. "Open that pretty mouth or I'll beat your ass."
Her commanding voice scared the hell out me, especially since I was
helpless with my wrists bound behind my back. I obeyed and opened my
mouth to take in her rubber dic-k.
An invisible line was crossed when the pen-is slid past my parted lips.
"That's it little baby," growled Sammy, "suc-k daddy's big bottle."
The pen-is completely filled my small mouth, making my cheeks bulge. I'm
not gay and never thought of giving a blow job, nor been ever given one
from any woman, but I'd seen porn and knew what to do. I slowly began to
move my head, sliding up and down on the shaft.
The only sounds in the bedroom were my crinkling plastic pants and the
wet noise from my mouth around the pen-is. This went on for a long time,
sending me into a trance, my whole world shrunken to surviving her tool,
no wanting to make her angry.
I glanced over to Gloria and saw her sitting on the bed, on her knees,
rubbing madly on herself as she watched me services this brute of a
woman. Her mouth was opened and she breathed heavily.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, I came in my diaper. It was a violent thing, but
something more different than when I masturbated. I'm not even sure if I
was hard when the waves of gentle pleasure swept through me and I nicely
wet my diaper with my c-um. I must have moaned because Sammy laughed and
said, "Looks like your sissy enjoys her mouth being full."
She pulled out of me and I settled back on my legs, tired and confused.
Did I c-um because I liked giving the blowjob or was it because of
Gloria's excitement.
Sammy climbed back onto the bed and began screwing Gloria, the two of
them leaving me bound on the floor, a diaper full of smelly poop, urine
and my c-um.
Twenty minutes later, they were finished and Sammy went into the
bathroom. Gloria crawled across the bed and helped me off the floor.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered to me. "She's leaving and I'll untie you
then and get you out of that diaper."
Sammy did leave and Gloria untied my wrists. My diaper was a mess and
she showered me down in hot water. Afterward, she gently dried me in a
soft towel, neither of us saying anything about what had happened to me
with Sammy.
Wrapped in the towel, I followed her to the bedroom, where she gave me
my clothes. She seemed very sad. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was
gay," she said, "but Sammy had left me months ago and had moved out of
town. I never expected her to come back. I liked what we had started,
but if you don't ever want to come back over here and play, I
understand."
I put on my clothes and walked to the door.
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That night was very long. I never felt so lonely as I tried to sleep in
my empty bedroom, my mind turning over with everything that had happened
at Gloria's place. I missed her terribly and started to call her several
times but didn't. She'd seen me suc-k on a rubber dic-k, how could I look
her in the eye. No doubt, she thought of me as gay, which wasn't a big
thing since she had dressed me in diapers and plastic pants, but it
seemed to have ruined our mommy/baby game.
I didn't hear from her for three days. During that time, missing being
in diapers was driving me crazy. I couldn't even look at anything
plastic without thinking about plastic pants. Never before had I had any
fetish about clothing, but this was like being a drug addict. I had to
get back into those diapers. I had to feel the protective plastic of the
pants.
For hours I cruised the adult baby web sites and my need for Gloria only
got worse. Without hearing from her, I figured we were through and
started thinking about buying my own adult baby clothes, although doing
this by myself was a downer.
By the third day, I was ready to call Gloria when the doorbell rang, an
odd thing since I never get visitors. I ran to the door and found nobody
there but sitting on the front step was a huge basket of flowers. I took
the flowers inside, hoping they might be from Gloria.
They were.
Besides the flowers, there were plastic baby blocks, a pacifier, a baby
bottle, diaper pins, two pair of plastic pants - one of those that snap
up the sides, a pair of disposable diapers and two jars of baby food. A
note read: "I miss my little baby girl more than ever. All the stuff and
a few surprises have arrived. Won't you come over to play? Love Mommy."
As I read the note, my hand drifted to the plastic pants. They were so
soft and well, babyish. What a sweet and girly thing, receiving flowers.
I sat down on my couch, looking at the flowers, wondering what is
happening to me. My whole body wanted to be back in her arms, safe in my
diapers and plastic pants.
Despite my fear of Sammy, I couldn't resist any longer. I hurried to the
bathroom and pulled off my sweat pants. I replaced my underwear with the
disposable diaper and the plastic pants that snapped down the sides.
Just having those on me, made my knees weak. Over the plastic pants, I
put on a pair of gym shorts.
I hurried back to the basket of flowers and found a pair of very girly
socks.
I decided to take a risk and put those on before putting on gym shoes. I
figured no one would notice the lace around the top of the socks before
I got to Gloria's.
In my excitement, I didn't check outside before leaving my house. For a
moment, I almost died of embarrassment. Coming up my driveway was the
mailman. I didn't dare move because of my noisy disposable diaper. He
handed me my mail and my prayers that he wouldn't look down at my sock
went unanswered. A gust of wind blew and I dropped one of my letters. He
glanced down and surely noticed my socks.
He looked back up at me and grinned. I didn't say a thing nor dared pick
up the letter, worried he would hear my diaper.
"You have a nice day," he said, suppressing a laugh.
I hesitated at Gloria's door for a moment, knowing that by coming to
her, I was giving up my old self of being a man. Could I ever go back
after she puts me in a dress?
Nothing about being a man had been good to me so far, alone in my house,
no prospects of meeting anyone in my future.
I rang the bell.
She had to have been watching through the window, because she
immediately opened the door. Without a word, she hugged me tightly,
lifting me from the ground and pulling me into her place.
"Are you going to be my little girl?" she whispered in my ear, squeezing
my butt, hearing the crinkle of the disposable diaper.
I nodded, afraid my voice might crack.
She carried me like a toddler into her bedroom.
"What do you think?" she asked, turning me around so I could see the
additions.
Even sitting here, writing my story in that room, I still get the
shivers looking at everything. She had to have spent a fortune, this in
itself telling me how serious she was in our special relationship.
Against the wall was a beautiful white crib, big enough for me. Matching
it was a changing table, stacks of diapers and plastic pants visible on
the shelves. In the opened white cabinet next to the changing table,
hung a bunch of wonderful dresses and rompers, so much lace and ruffles
that my eyes were overwhelmed. I started to say something, overwhelmed
by the money she spent, but a pacifier being stuck in my mouth stopped
my words.
I hugged her neck as she continued to carry me to the bathroom, where
the tub waited for me. This bath was something I'll always remember. The
bubbles and frequent oils filled the room with soft girl smells. The
last bits of my old identity fell away as she took off my clothes.
Clothes that never wanted to wear again. Before taking off my disposable
diaper, she sat down on a stool, holding me in her lap, rubbing the
plastic as she softly talked.
"Once, I put you in this tub you're mine," she said. "Everything in your
life will be controlled by mommy: what you wear, eat, when you sleep,
when your diaper is changed. After this you'll never use a toilet again,
unless mommy says you can, but even then, it will only be because you
have to act grownup for a reason."
I hugged her tightly, listening to her soft voice telling me how much
she loved me, how she would protect me, how all my worries were gone and
how mommy would take care of everything.
After a few minutes, she took off my diaper and lowered me into the hot,
fragrant bath. It felt wonderful, as if I'd slipped into a new world of
softness and comfort. My old life washed away in the water.
Gloria left me in the tub for a few minutes as she left the bathroom. I
leaned back, letting the warmth cover me. When she returned I opened my
eyes to a nice surprise.
"This will keep mommy from ruining her dress while giving her baby a
bath," she said. The only thing she wore was a transparent, pink apron.
It was long, like the old fashioned ones from the fifties. I couldn't
take me eyes of her large breast, pressed against the vinyl as she knelt
next to the tub, leaning over me, scrubbing me with a pink sponge. The
nipples pressed teased against my smooth skin. I wanted badly to nurse
them, but she kept pushing my mouth away. "You bad little girl," she
said. "Mommy will feed you after your bath."
To keep my mouth out of trouble, she filled it with a pacifier, which I
suc-kled with passion as she finished my bath.
She finally took me from the tub and dried me. She then rubbed lotion
into my skin to keep me baby soft. I wasn't allowed to walk, so she
carried me into the nursery corner of her bedroom and put me up on the
plastic covered changing table. I was on my back, naked, suc-king on a
pacifier, watching her get my diaper and plastic pants ready. Her body
was in complete view, only covered by the apron. It was nothing I ever
dreamed of in my fantasies.
I could see that she also was very excited. Her hands shook as she
pinned the fluffy new pink diaper tightly around my waist. After she
pulled my plastic pants on, she was almost in a frenzy. On the bed, I
saw a pink satin dress, petticoat, and black Mary Jane shoes waiting for
me. My heart fluttered in anticipation.
Gloria couldn't wait any longer. She took me to the bed, only clad in my
bulky diaper and plastic pants, and sat down, holding me like a baby,
one arm around my shoulders. She reached up and pulled the plastic strap
down from one shoulder, and pulled the apron down, exposing a wonderful
breast for me.
I spat out the pacifier and suc-ked earnestly on the enlarged nipple,
listening to her moan with pleasure as she rubbed my plastic pants.
Somehow, my right hand worked around the plastic apron and I started
playing with her mommy stuff. A loud moan came from mommy and her
breathing became hard. "You bad little girl," she panted. "Mommy might
have to spank you."
Suddenly, she cried out and arched her back, driving the nipple deeper
in my mouth and her mommy stuff at my hand. She came in shuddering
spasms and I came in my diaper.
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For almost a half of an hour, she held me as we laid together on the
bed, her in just the plastic apron, me in my diaper and plastic pants. I
drifted in and out of sleep, never wanting to leave this spot, thankful
to be diapered so I didn't have to get up to pee. I just let it dribble
from me whenever the slightest urge occurred.
"Are you wet?" she said, waking me from my slumber, pulling at the waist
of my plastic pants to check my diaper. "Not too bad, you can wait. I
want to get you into your pink dress."
In a few minutes, I stood in front of the mirror, stunned at the little
girl looking back at me. The pink satin dress was actually a sailor type
dress, with the color lined in white. The waist was high, across my
chest. The puffy sleeves made my already skinny arms look even smaller.
The hem only went down a little past my waist, leaving my diapered state
exposed. A diaper cover that matched the dress was over my plastic
pants. The diaper cover has rows of lace on the back. The lacy socks and
black Mary Jane shoes finished the outfit.
I trusted her completely and didn't argue when she took a bunch of
pictures. We watched some TV until dinner, which for me was eaten in the
high chair. She feed me little hot dogs and smashed peas. For desert,
she surprised me with a birthday cake. "This is the birth of our new
life together," she said.
I said nothing, seeing that I was suc-king on my ever-present pacifier.
After the cake, she took off my dress and changed my diaper, getting me
ready for bed. It was still early, but for some reason, I was sleepy.
The diaper for bedtime was super thick, with two soakers making it
impossible for me to keep my legs from being spread apart. The diaper
was cute, being pink with little animals. I was surprised when she
didn't put any plastic pants over the diapers and was even more
surprised when I saw what I'd be wearing to bed.
Obviously, she had been busy buying stuff off the web without me. First,
she took my hands and pushed them into tight, small fist. Over my fist,
she fitted thick rubber mittens on me, securing them around my wrists
with attached straps. This made my hands useless without being bound
together. Next, she had me stand while she pulled a thick plastic bag
down over me, but it wasn't a bag. At the end was an opening and a hood.
She tied the cord for the hood tightly under my chin.
She lifted me and put me in the baby bed. The end of bag had a zipper,
which when closed, locked me in my plastic sleeping bag. Now I saw why
she didn't bother with the plastic pants. The bag would protect the bed,
plus the mattress was cover with a plastic sheet.
The plastic bag gave me some room to move my arms and legs, but it was
shorter than me, so my legs couldn't be straightened. There was no way I
could get out of bed, when she pulled up the railing.
"I'll be back with a bottle for you later," she said, turning off the
lights except for a small nightlight over the changing table.
Even now, I'm put into that sleeping bag several times a week.
I wasn't at all sleepy. Helplessly, I moved around in the bag, the
plastic and rubber making a lot of noise. I kept thinking about what I'd
submitted to and how far did Gloria planned to take this. I really
didn't know anything about her except she was a lesbian and had a mean
lover.
This made me a little frightened. What if Sammy came back and found me
in this bag? What would she do to me? It seemed clear that Gloria
couldn't help protect me.
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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 10
Author: Deewet, Mar/22/2005 12:00:02 [-04]
With no clocks, I have no idea how long it was before Gloria came back
into the room. She had to wake me since I had finally dozed off. While I
was in my bed, securely in my plastic bag, she had changed into mommy
clothes: a flower print dress, high heels and a blond wig done in a
sixties type style.
My skin was wet in the plastic bag from the trapped body heat. When she
picked me up out of the crib, the plastic clung to my wet diaper.
The wet diaper worried me a little because I didn’t remember wetting. Had
I wet while sleeping?
She sat us down in a large lounger and began feeding me a bottle of warm
milk, me still helpless with my mitten hands inside the plastic sleeping
bag. I watched her blue eyes as I suc-ked from the bottle, loving her more
with each minute. In her arms, I really felt like a child, dependent on
her mother for everything.
“I hope this is what you want?” she said to me. “This is so special to me.
I really don’t want to let you ever grow up. Is that okay with mommy’s
girl. Does she always want to by mommy’s baby all snug in her cute
diapers, wearing lovely dresses, drinking her bottles.”
I nodded my head why I suc-ked the milk from the bottle, the action of
suc-king the rubber nipple in itself being a great comfort to me. After I
finished the milk, she gave me another bottle of juice. I don’t remember
finishing that bottle since I fell asleep in her arms.
Now I know she puts muscle relaxers in my formula to make me sleep, but
that first time, I felt my arms and legs drift away as I suc-ked on the
bottle, listening to my mommy gently sing, drifting off to a deep sleep.
I awoke to a hand caressing my cheek. Slowly I open my eyes, expecting to
see my mommy, but instead, I saw Sammy.
“Wake up little one,” she cooed.
I wanted to flee, but in my bag and crib that wouldn’t happen. Sammy was
dressed in a man’s suit, with a white shirt and tie. In her hand, she held
a large wooden paddle.
With the grogginess from the drugs, I felt in a dream state, not really
awake.
“Don’t bother calling out for mommy,” she warned me, ready my mind,
because I was going to call out for her. “She’s tied up at the moment.”
I looked over to the bed and saw Gloria, lying face down on the bed, her
wrist tightly bound behind her back with white rope. Her ankles were
secured to the bedposts by white rope. The flower dress was pulled up to
expose her bare ass, her old lady pink panties pulled down.
“Mommy needs to be punished by daddy,” said Sammy. “She need to remember
who wears the pants in this relationship.”
Gloria looked over at me, a wide leather strap locked around her mouth,
holding in a gag.
I was scared to death, bound in my plastic bag. I’d never thought about
being spanked and I didn’t know if I could stand watching her get a
spanking. What a miserable excuse for a man I was, in diapers, not being
able to help my mommy.
The first slap on her cheeks made me jump and cry out, losing my pacifier.
A red mark showed brightly on her pale skin.
Gloria squirmed against the ropes after each spank, muffled moans coming
her gagged mouth. I wanted to cry for Sammy to stop, but I was too afraid
to say anything. Like a little sissy, I cried as she reddened Gloria’s
butt.
Finally finished, she staggered over to the crib, leaning on the rails,
looking down at me. “You’ll get the same if you disobey daddy,” she said,
slurry the words. I realized she was drunk.
Sammy left the room, leaving Gloria bound and gagged on the bed, her soft
cries muffled by the gag.
I had to break up your post that was several megs in size! If more than a few people would have clicked on it at the same time (this is a very high traffic board) it would have crashed the entire board & server. The server can handle large files, but cannot handle lots clicking on large files all at once. So I spead it out over NINE posts -Betty-
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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 11
Author: Deewet, Mar/24/2005 11:20:29 [-04]
Thanks for the comments on the story.
Despite being left helpless in my crib with Gloria bound to the bed,
crying from her sharp spanking and the fear of what Sammy might do to me,
the drugs in my bottle made it impossible for me to stay awake. My next
moment of being aware of anything happened when Gloria awoke me. The room
was bright with warm sunshine and she was all smiles, dressed a short
white cotton skirt, low-neck tee shirt, and protected again in a plastic
apron. It was as if last night hadn’t occurred and I really thought I
might have just been dreaming the whole spanking episode.
She carried me to the bathroom where another wonderful bath awaited me.
She unzipped the bottom of my sleeping bag and pulled it over my head.
“Oh dear,” she said, looking at the rash on the inside of my thighs. “We’d
better not go without plastic pants next time.”
The wet diaper, without the plastic pants to protect my smooth thighs, has
irritated the skin, making it a bright red. It hurt at first when she put
me in the hot bath.
After fifteen minutes of pure bliss; being washed with a soft rag, being
shaved to remove the very light growth on my face during the night, she
helped me out of the tub, the spanking a faded memory. Everything was how
I wanted it to be; Me and my mommy having a beautiful morning together.
“Do you have to go home for anything?” she asked me.
It felt funny using my voice after the long hours of being silent. Yes, I
told her, I did have a few things to take care off – mainly taking care of
some paperwork and calling my real mother.
I was surprised when she put a disposable diaper on me instead of a thick
cloth one. I was even more surprised when I saw what she had out for me to
wear.
Instead of baby wear, she had older clothes for me, clothes that a girl of
maybe thirteen or fourteen would wear to a catholic school. The skirt was
a red plaid and the cotton white blouse had a wide Peter Pan collar lines
in the same red plaid. The blouse buttoned up the back.
“We’re going out today,” she said. “I don’t think you could get away with
one of your lovely baby dresses so today you’ll be a young teenager,” she
said, patting my disposable diaper, “except most girls don’t have a diaper
hidden under their skirt.”
I wasn’t ready to go out in public with this. “I’ll never get away with
it.”
She laughed, holding up a training bra. “You’re as little as a thirteen
year old. No one will notice, in fact, I bet you attract some boy’s eyes.”
The whole thought of going out in public dressed as a girl made my stomach
flutter and I swear, I felt my pen-is and balls shrink as she put the
training bra on me. “I’m not sure how big we should make your breast. I’m
thinking just little girl buds.”
In a few minutes, I was dressed in a plaid skirt, white blouse, white
tights over my diaper and saddle shoes. She wouldn’t let me look in the
mirror until she brushed out my hair and put it in a ponytail, tied with a
red ribbon.
I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was right. I looked like a young girl
in schoolgirl clothes. The only thing was my noisy diaper under my tights
might tell someone that something was different about me.
“We have a busy day,” Gloria told me. “Let’s get you some breakfast, you
go over to your place and take care of things, and then we can go get your
hair done and ears pierced.”
My eyes must have opened wide with fear for she hugged me. “Don’t worry,
this will be a wonderful day for us. I’ll treat you like the most
wonderful mommy.”
I almost cried out when we got to the kitchen. Sitting at the table was
Sammy, wearing man’s pajamas, reading a newspaper. Everything last night
had really happened.
She lowered the paper and smiled. “Good morning, Amanda,” she said.
“She named you, Amanda, last night,” said Gloria.
Although I was dressed older, Gloria put me in the high chair and tied a
bib around my neck.
‘I can’t believe how cute you are,” said Sammy, her voice deep, but not
menacing.
I couldn’t look at her, she scared me so much.
Sammy seemed nice, but not doubt, the one who wore the pants. Gloria made
sure Sammy’s coffee was fresh and was quiet as she fed me oatmeal. She
cleaned up while I drank juice from my bottle.
The whole scene made me feel like a little girl with my mom and dad.
Later, going over to my house, in a skirt and tights, terrified me. I
stood at the Gloria’s door for a few moments, until she whispered to me.
“Just hurry over there. No one will know it’s really you.”
I really didn’t agree with her. I might not look like my male self, but I
was still the same little size.
The walk down her steps and back up mine, seemed like miles. Two cars
drove by while I fumbled with the lock on my front door. I almost fell in
the doorway, and quickly closed the door. I leaned against the door,
catching my breath.
It felt so strange being in my house in a skirt. This was a big turning
point in my submission. My male clothes were waiting in my bedroom. I
could change from these schoolgirl clothes and go back to my old life.
I didn’t.
My place has big windows with no curtains since I loved sunlight. This
made it a problem, since I was clearly visible to the outside world,
dressed like a little girl.
I decided not to care. I sat at the kitchen table and called my real
mother. Out conversation is a blur to me now, since I could keep from
looking at my legs and skirt, or playing with my ponytail. Mother did get
excited when I told her I met someone. I’m sure that excitement would have
been more subdued if she new that someone was my new mommy.
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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 12
Author: Deewet, Mar/28/2005 08:24:58 [-04]
Gloria couldn’t stand me being out her sight for long and I’d just hung up
the phone when my doorbell rang.
“Are you ready to go?” she asked me, carrying a large bag that left no
doubt it was a diaper bag. “Mommy’s got everything we need for our special
day pack in here.”
I nodded yes and she took my hand, leading me out of my place to a nice
BMW, where Sammy waited behind the wheel. From the sidewalk, she looked
like a man driving the car.
Gloria helped me into the backseat and made sure my seatbelt was secured.
Before leaving me to get in her seat in the front, next to daddy, she
lifted my skirt and pulled out my tights in the front to check the color
strip on the diaper. It was blue, showing I had wet myself.
“I’ll change you after the beauty shop.”
She got in the front seat and gave Sammy a kiss. I couldn’t believe how
much they looked like a couple and me their daughter in the back seat. As
Sammy pulled away from the curb, Gloria reached back and put a pacifier in
my mouth. “You can’t have that outside the car,” she said to me, using a
voice mothers used when talking to their baby’s, “but inside, it will help
baby relax.”
I tried to look away from the windows so no one would see me suc-king on a
pacifier like a baby – I know, a silly worry seeing I was a man dressed as
a little girl, wearing a wet diaper – but then this was all new to me and
very scary.
The beauty shop was not one of those in a strip mall, but a renovated old
house in the artsy district.
“Do they know I’m not a girl?” I asked Gloria.
She didn’t answer me and Sammy turned to glower. “Amanda has earn a
spanking later,” said Gloria. “She knows that little girls don’t ask
grownups questions.”
The word spanking and the look on her face as I was scolded, frightened me
enough that I peed in my diaper.
A group of teenage guys were hanging outside a video store when we got of
the car. For the first time, I experience what it feels like to be a girl
stared at by boys. I didn’t dare look at them as I walked by, hoping they
couldn’t hear the plastic sounds coming from my tights rubbing against my
diaper.
The shop was crowded with women and their daughters. This was a place
specializing in little girls. Gloria gave them my name and we sat on a
nice soft couch. The only problem was the way the couch was made I
couldn’t touch the floor when I sat back. Gloria gave me a teen magazine
to look at, which I pressed on my lap to help keep my short schoolgirl
skirt flat, hoping no one could look up the skirt and see my diaper. I
also sat as still as possible because of the noise any movement made.
I worried what would happen if any of these mothers realized I was a
twenty-eight year old man. Probably I’d be arrested, my life ruined. My
stomach felt sick at the thought of being put in a jail cell looking like
this. I’d get beaten up or raped by the others in my cell.
I flipped the pages of the magazine, not seeing the pictures, just wishing
I wasn’t here. What would Gloria do if I walked out? How would I get home
looking like this?
“Amanda?” called out a pretty girl from behind the counter.
“Right here,” said Gloria.
I got up from the couch, carefully, trying to minimize the noise from the
plastic. The walk back to the chair seemed forever, my diaper sounding
magnified.
The pretty girl put a pink plastic cover over me, snapping it around my
neck. While Gloria and her talked about my hair, the girl’s fingers played
with my hair, fluffy it out.
“We usually don’t like to die hair this young,” said the girl.
Gloria motioned the girl away from me and whispered something in her ear.
I saw money exchange hands and when the girl glanced back at me, I could
tell she now knew my secret.
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My Neighbor - My Mommy Part 13
Author: Deewet, Apr/4/2005 06:08:50 [-04]
I felt my manhood completely slip away, sitting there, dressed as a little
girl, diapered under my white tights, as Gloria talked about me. Soon an
older woman joined their discussion, the pretty younger girl continually
glancing over at me, sitting mute on the chair.
The woman owned the shop and some decision was made, without my input of
course, since I was just a child to them.
During their lady talk about me, a rumbling had started low in my stomach
and I felt pressure on my bowels, a pressure unlike I’d felt before. It
took on my focus at that point to not soil my diapers, which would
complete my humiliation.
The girl came back to me and helped my from the chair, leaving the pink
plastic apron over me. She smiled at me and told me how cute I was.
“You’re so cute, you make me jealous,” she said.
Her attention produced a combination of humiliation and excitement. I was
usually invisible to girls like her. They were on the look out for big
jocks, not guys shorter than them.
She lead me and Gloria to another room, all the while, each step --besides
being noisy because of my plastic diaper – threatened to make me loose
control and soil my diaper.
I almost made it down the short flight of steps to another part of the
beauty parlor, when I lost the battle. Loudly, I uncontrollably filled my
diaper, making the girl stop in disbelief. The poop was completely runny,
like I was peeing out the back.
“Amanda!” said Gloria in a scolding tone.
“Did she just go in her diaper?”
“I’m terribly sorry,” said Gloria. “That’s why she always has to be
diapered. The poor dear can’t control herself.”
Tears of shame ran down my cheek. I really didn’t care if she saw me
crying, after all, she just heard me fill my diaper like an infant, not
the school girl I was dressed as in the stairwell. Gloria, thankfully,
hugged me tightly, telling me that everything was okay. She’d change me
and the nice girl would do my hair. She told me it wasn’t my fault, that I
should never be ashamed of losing control.
While, she hugged me, I uncontrollably wetted my diaper and I felt more
leak from my behind. I cried more for my loss of control. Had there been
something in the bottles Gloria gave me to drink? Did I really have to
wear a diaper not just for fun?
The girl, who I had to call Miss Nancy, directed Gloria to a bathroom
where I could be changed.
In the bathroom, Gloria pulled out a rubber sheet from the diaper bag and
laid it out of the floor. I obediently got on the sheet, on my back, my
legs bent, ready to be have my diaper changed.
Gloria gave me a bottle to drink as she pulled down my white tights,
taking them down to my ankles to make sure they stayed clean. “Oh, good,”
she said. “Nothing leaked.”
The smell was bad, but it didn’t seem to bother Gloria as she cleaned me
up while I suc-ked on the bottle.
There was a knock on the door. It was Miss Nancy.
“Come on in,” said Gloria, whose face shined with excitement. Oh my, I
thought, this is really turning her on, humiliating me in front of a
pretty girl younger than me.
Miss Nancy came in and stared down at me, my skirt pulled up and me fully
exposed, waiting to be diapered. I felt my manhood shrivel to be invisible
when she said, “No wonder you keep him dressed as a little girl, he’s
tiny.”
Miss Nancy carried something in a bag. “I ran down the street to a special
store,” she told Gloria. “I thought this might help prevent any future
accidents while she is in my chair.”
They turned away so I didn’t see what was in the bag, but Gloria sounded
excited. “This will be perfect. I was already thinking about getting one
of these for trips outside.”
“It’s my little treat, but you have to promise that I can come baby sit
for her.”
“Get on your hands and knees,” commanded Gloria.
Submissively I did as ordered. Miss Nancy pushed my head down to the
rubber sheet, which raised my rear end toward the two females. I can’t
think of a more vulnerable position that you can find yourself in.
I cried out a little when something wet and slippery was spread into my
rear hole.
“Give her this,” said Gloria.
Miss Nancy pushed a pacifier in my mouth.
Now, having a butt plug in me, feels comforting, but I was virgin that
first time in the beauty shop bathroom and when Gloria pushed it past my
hole entrance, I cried out despite the pacifier. It felt as if I was being
ripped apart.
“Press this button and it seals,” said Miss Nancy.
I felt the plug swell.
“Try pushing it out, Amanda.”
I didn’t have to try. My body wanted to expel the invader, but nothing
happened. I was securely plugged.
“This is so wonderful,” said Gloria. “You need to thank Miss Nancy.”
I could barely catch my breath; let alone talk. It felt as if I had to
take a giant poop.
They turned me over and taped me tightly in a new diaper. Miss Nancy
pulled up my tights.
While I thought walking in thick diapers made you toddle, it was nothing
compared to walking with a butt plug jammed up you. The rubber plug teased
my colon with each step and I felt weak at the knees. Gloria helped me
walk or I’d surely had fallen.
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My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 14
Author: deewet, Apr/4/2005 17:38:28 [-04]
Miss Nancy led us back down the steps and into a different part of the
place. Although we were at a lower level, the room was at the street level
behind the shop. There were two beauty shop chairs in the bright room with
huge windows toward the street.
“This is better equipped to change Amanda’s hair,” said Miss Nancy.
My butt plug pushed up farther when she had me sit in the chair. I must
have let loose a little squeal because she and Gloria laughed. “I think
she likes having something in her,” commented Miss Nancy.
“She’s full of surprises,” said Gloria, leaving me alone in the shop as
she went to run some errands with Sammy.
I’ve always loved having someone touch my hair because my scalp is very
sensitive. Miss Nancy’s fingers were wonderful and I loved every minute of
her dying and changing my hair. It also made things easier that I could be
worked on without any interruptions to go to the bathroom.
Sometime in the long process, another pretty woman came downstairs to see
us, catching me nursing a bottle of juice while waiting for something to
set in my hair. She’d heard about a sissy being turned into a pretty
little girl.
“Look at this,” said Miss Nancy, lifting my skirt to show the girl my
diaper.
“Is it wet?”
“She’s also plugged to keep her from having any smelly accidents.”
“You put a butt plug in her?”
“Don’t believe me?” Miss Nancy lowered my skirt and started pushing me
around on the chair, making the butt plug massage me inside. “Watch her
face.”
I couldn’t help myself, it felt too erotic and I closed my eyes, moaning
around the nipple on my bottle.
The girl cried out with glee. “I can’t believe this is really a man under
those clothes.”
“No one will ever think she’s a man again after I’m done with her hair.”
“Where did her mommy go?”
Miss Nancy laughed. “She said she had some dresses to pick up at the Post
Office.”
The girl took my right hand. “Look how little her hands are. Mine are
bigger.”
“They match the midget pen-is she has.”
Like my whole life, I was being ridiculed by good looking women, but this
time it didn’t bother me like in the past. Being made into a little girl
by them seemed to change things and for the first time in my life, being
little had it’s advantages. I was being fused and made over by women
normally way out of my league.
The girl was actually a manicurist and she had come to do my nails. I was
to call her Miss Linda.
For the next thirty minutes, the two chatted, ignoring me as if it were a
child in the chair. Gloria came back carrying a dress in a plastic bag.
She had also brought shoes and a few other things. “Oh my god,” she said
at seeing me. “She’s beautiful.”
They hadn’t let me look in a mirror so I wasn’t sure how I looked, but
from Gloria’s expression, it had to be good.
“I thought you girls might like to see her in her girly dress,” said
Gloria.
“Only if we can put her in it,” said Miss Nancy.
After a few finishing touches, the girls took me to a back room.
They stripped me down, all the while, marveling about how little and
hairless I was. “I’d kill for skin this soft,” said Miss Linda.
In the bag, Gloria had packed a fluffy cloth diaper and rumba pants lined
with plastic. The girls decided to change me from disposables to the cloth
diaper and panties.
“Oh, look how cute it is,” said Miss Linda when Miss Nancy pulled down the
front on my diaper. Embarrassingly, I had a full erection and it still
looked small. “And it’s trying to act like a man. Watch this,” said Miss
Linda as she bent over and put me in her mouth. “It’s so little I can
still talk with it in my mouth.”
Despite being made to be a girl, I was still excited and uncontrollably I
became coming in her mouth. “Oh no,” she said, spitting me out of her
lips. “The little baby is coming.”
Instead of a rocking orgasm, the c-um just seemed to leak from me. Miss
Nancy took my pacifier and placed it so that I coated it with my juices. I
wanted no part of what was coming next, but unfortunately, I was in no
condition to resist.
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My Neighbor -- My Mommy Part 15
Author: Deewet, Apr/6/2005 12:16:50 [-04]
“Don’t do that to her,” said Miss Linda, stopping the c-um dripping
pacifier inches from my mouth. “That’s gross.”
“Dressed like this, she’d better get used to the taste,” replied Miss
Nancy as she pushed the pacifier into my mouth.
I first started to gag, but Miss Nancy held the pacifier in place, telling
me to suc-k it off or she’d think of something worse for me. “It’s a
acquired taste,” she said, “but once you get used to it, you crave having
it shot down your throat. I know I do.”
Obeying her because I was helpless not to, I suc-ked hard on the rubber
teat of the pacifier as Miss Nancy expertly powdered me and pinned on the
thick diaper. I lifted up my hips so she could pull the ruffled, plastic
lined panties over the diaper.
They removed my bra for the baby blue dress that must have cost a fortune.
It was made of bridal satin with rows of layered ruffles along the bottom
of the short skirt. It felt like a soft cloud as I stepped into the dress
and they pulled it up for me to put in my skinny arms. When they zipped up
the back, the dress fit so perfectly, I knew it had been made for me. Next
they had me step into the petticoat and it made my dress stand out so far
I couldn’t see my feet when I stood. I was sure my diapered bottom was in
full view. A sash tied around the back into a huge bow.
After they put on my ruffled socks and black Mary Jane shoes, they paraded
me out for Gloria to see her baby, all dressed up.
“I don’t know what to say,” said Gloria, tears running down her cheeks.
They moved me over to a full length mirror. I was speechless, not just
because of the pacifier, but from looking at the girl staring out at me.
All traces of the old me were gone. I could walk up to my real mother and
she would know it was me. My hair was golden blond and cut to look like
Alice in Wonderland, which was appropriate because I was surely in
wonderland. I absolutely loved the way I looked and loved being seen by
the women in the shop.
Like a little girl, I swirled around in my dress to face my mommy. Gloria
gave me a big hug and thanked Miss Nancy.
“You have to let me baby sit,” Miss Nancy reminded Gloria.
“How about tomorrow night,” Gloria said. “I’m going out.”
Miss Linda came over and bent down to look at my ears. “She needs to get
these pierced.”
“That’s our next stop,” said Gloria.
“We could take her down to the piercing shop at the end of the block,”
said Miss Linda. “They do a great job and we could take her dressed like
this. It would blow the mind of the girl who runs the shop.”
Gloria took my chin in her hand. “You ready to go outside in your pretty
dress?”
In my current appearance, I wasn’t afraid to go outside. Who cared who saw
me? It was like being put in a totally different body, and with my little
size, no one would ever guess I was a man.
“Wait,” said Miss Nancy. “Her gloves.”
To top off my girlie outfit, Miss Nancy put lacy white gloves on my hands.
I walked out of the shop, between Miss Nancy and Miss Linda, holding their
hands, the thick diaper and butt plug making it impossible to walk fast.
The street wasn’t busy, but had enough traffic to get stares over at us,
expecially because the pacifier remained in my mouth. When we came to the
corner, Gloria picked me up to carry me across the street, her arms lost
in my petticoats, the breeze blowing around my bare thighs.
The piercing place was all leather and steel, including everyone in the
place. Me in my satin dress with ruffles stood out in the shop like a girl
in a boys locker room. Everyone stopped to look at me.
“She needs her ears pierced,” said Nancy to the overweight lady, squeezed
into a leather dress, standing behind the counter.
“I’d like to pierce more than just her ears,” said a huge man beside her.
“Is she diapered?” asked a skinny girl, pierced in every imaginable place
on her body.
Miss Nancy patted my diapered behind, making the butt plug move. “Little
thing has no control. Without the diaper she’d ruin her new dress.”
“And what a lovely dress,” commented the girl.
I could tell that no one had any idea I wasn’t a girl. Most probably, they
all thought I was Gloria’s girl lover, which excited me.
They sat me on a leather stool, too high for my short legs, so my feet
swung in the air while the woman pierced me ears. For earrings, she used
silver ones shaped as baby bottles.
All the while I sat their, three guys dressed in black leather watched,
the lust obvious in their eyes. Despite my earlier misgivings on having
Sammy’s rubber pen-is in my mouth, I began to fantasize how it would be to
kneel in front of one of them, dressed in my satin, suc-king on a big
pen-is.
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My Neighborhood -- My Mommy 16
Author: Deewet, Apr/15/2005 09:58:35 [-04]
My chances of walking around as my normal self from two days ago was
getting tougher since instead of one earring in each ear, Gloria had the
woman put in two holes in each ear. I might have explained one hole in
each ear to people but two in each ear.
Although I was small, I really hadn’t been a sissy before, but then,
wearing a little girl dress in front of everyone, wetting my diaper, tears
came from the pain of the piercing.
Missy Nancy surprised me by unzipping the back of my dress. I had no idea
what they were planning when Gloria then pulled my arms from the sleeves
and exposed my breastless chest. If the guys in leather had thought I was
a girl, it was blown by this exposure. I dared to look up at them and
surprisingly, saw they were even more excited.
I jumped when the woman rubbed alcohol on my nipples. Oh, no, I realized
what they were going to do. Endorphins rushed through my blood and I tried
to stand. Gloria nodded to two of the leather guys and they came over to
hold me down. I started protesting, begging Gloria not to do this to me.
“We have something on the bondage wall to help you,” the woman said to
Gloria.
Miss Nancy hurried away and came back with purple vinyl wrist restraints.
The hands of the men were extremely strong and I was helpless to resist
Miss Nancy as she strapped the restraints around my thin wrists. They fit
like a second skin, the vinyl tight on my wrists as she connected the
restraints in front on me with a short chain.
“I don’t want this,” I cried. Someone reached over and pushed a pen-is gag
in my opened mouth, muffling my whining.
The pain was quick but my embarrassment was extreme. One of the guys
messaged my shoulder as silent tears rolled down my cheeks. Pee leaked
into my diaper.
One thing I really like about wearing diapers is the ability to wet at
anytime, around people standing around you, but didn’t know you were going
to the bathroom.
They finished with my nipples and pulled the top of my dress back up.
After I was zipped up, they removed the gag but left my wrist bounded in
front of me. When Gloria paid for everything, I saw that she was taking
the pen-is gag. No doubt, I’d be wearing it again, probably that night.
The walk back to the beauty shop seemed to take forever, me trying to not
let people see the wrist restraints.
Back in the shop, they removed the restraints and I was changed back into
my schoolgirl clothes, but kept in the thick cloth diapers. The bulk of
the diapers made it impossible to put on the tights so I was kept in the
ruffled socks. While before, it was possible for people not to know I was
diapered under the skirt, the cloth diaper bulkiness left no doubt. I
could also see how I could sit down without exposing my ruffled panties.
Everything was set for Miss Nancy to baby-sit me “We’ll do something
special,” she said, making me cringe
The reaction of Sammy when we stepped out of the shop to her waiting car
was priceless. She seemed speechless at my transformation. I felt like a
pretty girl and loved the admiration in her eyes.
We got carryout food and headed to the lake for a picnic. Of course, my
picnic lunch was baby food and a bottle to drink. We had found a very
private spot and while I laid on a blanket, drinking my bottle, Gloria and
Sammy played with each other. They had taken off my skirt, leaving my
diaper state completely expose. Gloria had switched my plastic pants to a
translucent pink pair, my wet diaper clearly showing under the plastic. I
loved the way the diaper pins showed and the noise when I moved my legs.
Like a baby, I had them bent in the air as I moved them. Being out in the
open like this was so exciting.
Sammy and Gloria found this exciting also and soon my bottle was taken
away and I serviced both of them, bringing them to hard climaxes. I, too,
came as Gloria rubbed the back of my diaper, moving the butt plug still
inside me.
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My Neighbor -- My Mommy Part 17
Author: Deewet, Apr/18/2005 10:58:07 [-04]
After everyone was satisfied, we got ready to leave. Although I was
plugged against accident, I really had to go poo and the pressure was
building. While I waited, my stomach cramped, wanting to expel everything.
It was weird, having to go so badly, but relaxing my opening since the
plug made going impossible.
Before we left, Gloria had me lie down on a changing mat. “Amanda must be
soaked by now.”
I felt funny as she pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my sopping
diaper. Sammy looked down at me, smoking a cigarette. “You’d better pull
that plug out,” said Sammy. “She’s had it in for a while.”
“But, she’ll surely soil her diaper if I do.”
I suc-ked on my pacifier, thinking that Sammy was more right then she knew.
“Do you have to poo?” Gloria asked me.
I nodded.
“You’ll have to sit it until we get home.”
I didn’t care. I really needed to have the butt plug removed.
Before removing my plug, Gloria got the new diaper under me, powdered and
oiled me thoroughly. “Don’t go until I have your diaper and plastic pants
on.”
I let out a moan around my pacifier when she did something to the butt
plug and it shrunk enough for her to slide it out of me. Quickly, she
secured my diaper with pins and pull up my plastic pants. No sooner had
she finished, and I uncontrollably filled my diaper with hot, liquid
stuff. The stuff ran from me like water.
“We should put her in the trunk,” said Sammy.
“Oh, like a kidnapping,” replied Gloria, her voice rising in excitement at
the idea.
Sammy went to the open the trunk. “Put the plastic drop cloth in there to
protect the carpet,” said Gloria.
I couldn’t believe it. They were going to put me in the trunk. I spat out
the pacifier. “I don’t want to go in there,” I cried. “Don’t make me,
Mommy.”
They ignored my plea, caught up in the excitement of this new role playing
game. “From here on out, Amanda is our captive. Our diaper wearing sex
slave,” Gloria said.
I might have resisted if I’d any options, but dressed as I was in a stinky
diaper, I couldn’t well run. Anyway, how fast good I go in my Mary Jane
shoes and the thick diaper?
I still wore the purple vinyl wrist straps minus the chain that linked
them together. Gloria pulled my wrist behind my back and secured them
together. The pen-is gag was next.
Sammy had rope in the trunk and they bound my ankles together as close as
they could against the wad of flannel between my legs.
Gloria’s face was flush and she rubbed Sammy’s arm as she lifted me and
placed me in the trunk. “Amanda will be okay in there won’t she?” asked
Gloria breathlessly.
I felt tear running down my cheeks as I cried, unable to brush them away
with my wrist bound behind my back. I tried pleading with my eyes to them
as they looked down at me, helplessly bound in the trunk. “She’s be okay,”
said Sammy. “You kick on the back of the seat if you are in trouble,” she
said to me. “The back seats can open to the trunk.”
With that, she closed the trunk, leaving me to a confined space, wearing a
very ripe diaper. I continued to cry as they drove away, ashamed of what
I’d let Gloria do to me that day. My submissiveness gave them permission
to do what they wanted with me. I’d let her piece my body and change my
hair. I’d let them bound me and toss me in a trunk.
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My Neighbor – My Mommy Part 18
Author: Deewet, May/5/2005 22:38:43 [-04]
Sitting here, safely in my diapers and being Amanda, writing this, it’s a
little difficult to relate the mix of emotions that ran through me as I
rode in their trunk, bound and gagged, wearing a very stinky diaper.
If you have never been bound, it is a wild, frightening feeling. You are
completely at the mercy of your captives, a frightening and submissive
thing. As they drove home, I cried in the trunk in fear and knowing that I
now completely belonged to them. I began thinking about Gloria and how
little I really knew about her. The babying of me seemed to come quite
naturally to her and I wondered if I had been set up all along.
Cramps rumbled in my stomach and I continued to fill my diapers, thinking
that soon I would be leaking on to the plastic underneath me.
The ride took almost a hour and several times we stopped for awhile,
probably stores since I heard people talking and walking by the car,
unaware that a grown man, dressed as a little school girl, wearing full
diapers, lied bound and gagged in the trunk. Outside was a normal life,
which in the beauty shop, I had given away to Gloria and Sammy.
Finally, I hear the car pull into the garage and the automatic garage door
closing. The trunk popped opened and there was Gloria smiling down at me.
“I think I’m going to need my apron to take Amanda out of there, she’s
leaked.”
She left me, knowing I wasn’t going anywhere. In a few minutes, she
returned, wearing the flowery, long plastic apron.
They didn’t bother untying me as the Sammy helped her lift me from the
trunk. I could do nothing except moan a little around my gag.
Gloria carried me to the bathroom and alleviated my worries on her
intentions when she unbound me and gave me another wonderful bath. She
became my mommy again as she talked softly to me, telling me I was her
little baby girl and how she was sorry for putting me in the trunk, but
mommy and daddy were just having fun.
I was pinned into thick nighttime diapers and plastic pants that snapped
up the side. “This is so your baby sitters won’t have to take your jammies
off to change you, not that I think they will keep you in these once they
see all your pretty clothes.
I had forgotten about my babysitters.
Mommy put me into a pink sleeper that had no legs, but arms that ended in
thumb-less mittens . It tied on the bottom making it a soft sleeping bag,
much more comfortable that the plastic bag. She feed me some bean and
wieners and sat with me on the couch, giving me my bottles while we
watched cartoons.
The long day and the relaxation of taking a bottle with my head in mommies
lap made me drift off to sleep.
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Part 18 to Conclusion:
My Neighbor -- My Mommy Part 19
Author: deewet, May/13/2005 13:05:40 [-04]
I awoke to a lot of commotion and talking, the high voices of girl’s mixed with the deep tone of a man. The room was dark and I had no idea how long I’d napped. Sometime while I slept, I’d been carried into the bedroom and put into my crib.
The voices in the other room were muffled and I flashed back to memories of when I was a child, hearing the comforting sounds of grown-up in the other room.
I tried to sit up but found that the back of my sleeping bag was strapped to the rails of my crib. The bottom off the bag was also strapped to a rail.
As such, all I could do was wait for someone to come for me. Without trying, my diaper became warm and wet. This scared me a little, wondering if I was getting to the point were diapers were a necessity.
After a while the door opened and the lights were turned on.
“There’s mommy’s little baby,” said Miss Nancy from the beauty shop. I stared at her, awe struck by her clothes. She wore a skin tight vinyl jump suit, her amble breast squeezed tight in the black plastic. Her boot were also vinyl with 6 inch spiked heals. Her hair was pulled tight into a bun and she wore lots of black eye liner.
I peed again in fear.
“Come in her bitch,” she commanded, pulled on a leach attached to a very tall woman.
“Amanda, meet your nanny,” said Miss Nance.
The tall woman was dressed in a black maids outfit with a huge petticoat. I noticed that her ankles were hobbled by a short chain, so that she had to walk in tiny steps. She was heavily made-up and her bright red lips rapped around a large ball gag.
“Let’s get her ready for the party,” said Miss Nancy, indicating me, lying helpless in my crib.
The nanny had large hands and was strong. After undoing the straps, she picked me up from the crib as if I were weightless and put me on the changing table.
Miss Nancy stood back and instructed the nanny to take off my clothes and get me cleaned out. “We don’t want things to get too messy,” she said.
I didn’t have a clue on what she meant until I was naked and the nanny took me into the bathroom. I was forced onto the face down on the floor with my knees under me, leaving my butt exposed into the air. Next, I felt something cold being pushing inside of me. It was then I realized she was giving me an enema.
I started to cry out when a sharp smack was delivered to my exposed right cheek. “Don’t make Miss Nancy mad,” she said. “Cry quietly while Nanny cleans you out for the boys.”
I didn’t like the sound of that but I was in no position to protest. Nanny filled me until my guts felt ready to burst. Quickly she pulled out the nozzle and had me stand.
“Don’t let any leak out,” warned Miss Nancy, her voice menacing.
Nanny had me step into a transparent plastic rompers that zipped up the back.
The pressure to expel the enema overwhelmed me. Liquid started leaking from me as they stood me in the tub. Miss Nancy started a video camera and I was finally allowed to release the enema.
I was totally humiliated, loudly filling my transparent romper in from of the Nanny and Miss Nancy. There was so much in me, the brown liquid seeped down my legs.
The clean-up from the enema took a while, the Nanny doing all the work while Miss Nancy filmed. I was sad that my mommy left me in the hands of this woman.
I though they would put me in a dress for the party, but Miss Nancy did not want to cover-up my diapered state. I was but into thick diapers with bears and hearts in the design. Over these, the nanny put me into transparent snap on plastic pants. I was made to wear a top that stopped above my waist, leaving my plastic pants in full site, the print of my diaper clearly showing through the plastic pants. The top was translucent, showing my pierced nipples.
They worked on my hair and make-up, painting my toenails in bright pink.
“Looks like baby is ready,” said Miss Nancy, looking at Nanny’s work on me. “Go back her diaper bag.”
I cringed. They were taking me out, dressed only in a diaper, plastic pants and a shirt. For some reason this bothered me more than being in public wearing a little girl’s dress.
My Neighbor -- My Mommy Part 20
Author: Deewet, May/17/2005 12:12:44 [-04]
Recalling that night is a little difficult and scary for me. I knew nothing about the alternative world out there. Bondage and S&M were new places for me. Of course, being dressed as a baby girl wasn’t something I ever dreamed about before meeting Gloria. As they took me out to their car, dressed in only my short top, exposing my diapered state to the neighborhood, I remember glancing back at my house, wondering if I could ever go back to my old way of life or weather I would if given the chance. I was growing used to wear thick diapers, feeling the soft plastic of the diaper cover against the inside of my thighs, wetting myself, whenever the urge hit.
I didn’t dare look around to see who might be watching me. My hope was that the new hairstyle and earrings made it impossible for anyone to link the baby girl they saw to the guy who lived at 1544.
Miss Nancy was firm but nice to me as they put me in the back seat of the car. Before driving away, the nanny reached back and secured the thumbless mittens on my hands, then put a pacifier in my mouth.
The funny thing about pacifiers. I can’t go without one now. I’ve become oral like a baby. Without something in my mouth to suc-kle on, I get anxious and tend to be fussy. Another thing about regressing back to being a baby is I’ve lost most control over my emotions. It takes little to make me cry anymore.
I didn’t want to get out of the car when we got to the party.
Being a sissy, I had no choice but to go where led, so I was pulled from the car.
It was at someone’s place whom was quite wealthy, since the house was huge and private, back a long secluded driveway. Since I was a baby, no one seemed to be inclined to tell introduce me to the host, but I’m pretty sure it was the guy who popped my rosebud that night.
Everyone in the place was dressed bizarrely, but as far as I saw, the only one in diapers was me. Miss Nancy, Nanny and I made quite a stir, with people making a big deal about me being in diapers.
Like I said, my memories of that night are jumbled. I’m almost sure my bottle had been drugged.
The party was centered in the basement, which looked like a dungeon with many hallways and rooms.
“Does she use them?” asked a woman dressed in nothing but transparent rubber. Kneeing next to her was a naked man, gagged and bound, staring up at me with a huge erection.
“I’m sure Amanda’s wet right now,” said Miss Nancy, correctly.
“I just love those mittens,” continued the woman. “Can she take care of my dog?”
At first I didn’t realized she had referred to the kneeling man until Miss Nancy made me kneel.
I’d never held another pen-is but my own, and I almost resisted until I heard the smack of a paddle on bare flesh followed my a muffled cry. I glanced over and saw a maid with her skirts pulled up, getting a spanking on her panties bottom. Giving a man a hand job was better than being spanked. At least I had my mittens on.
Nanny forced me to my knees and I was staring eye to eye with the man until I lowered mine in submission.
“Ask him if you can touch his pen-is,” said Miss Nancy, pulling out my pacifier so I could talk.
“Can I touch you pen-is,” I said softly, trying very successfully to sound girlish.
The man’s pen-is leaped when I touched it, so large I needed both hands. He only lasted a few strokes before he began to come. Before I reacted, Miss Nancy pushed my head down, telling me to swallow it before he made a mess. I couldn’t believe I did it, but I opened my mouth and took his squirting pen-is between my lips. I wasn’t fast enough to catch the first shots, so those hit me in the face.
I couldn’t believe the amount in him as I swallowed, not wanting to gag. The taste was something I didn’t expect. Instead of hating it, I liked the taste and texture of the white cream going down my throat. I would never have thought I’d like giving head, but then I never thought I’d like being dressed in diapers.
My Neighbor -- My Mommy part 21
Author: Deewet, May/28/2005 08:15:41 [-04]
After I’d finished, they led me through the maze of rooms to one that was like a sterile strange doctors What I mean, is the room had stainless steel walls and steel furniture, including a steel baby bed in the middle of the room, no doubt for me. Nanny picked me up and sat me in the bed. Over the top of the bed another person locked a set of bar, completely capturing me in the bed/cage. The mattress was cover in soft white rubber.
The rest of that night is somewhat of a blur for me. Nanny reached through the bars and strapped a pacifier into my mouth, except this pacifier was hooked to a hose that ran to a bag hanging outside the bars. It was full of chocolate tasting liquid that was drugged. As I laid on the rubber sheet, suc-king down the liquid, people in all types if costumes came into look at the pretty baby locked in her stainless steel crib. Most of the women were dressed in leather or latex clothes and the men were bound in some fashion.
I don’t remember finishing the bag of liquid, but next I was again suc-king on a large pen-is as swallowed a large amount of semen, this time from a man lifting up his skirt. I had pooped sometime during the party but can’t recall doing it. All I recall is people smiling as I was changed on the stainless steel changing table in the room by Nanny, who wore a rubber apron and gloves. .
That night I was glad for the numbing drugs when I found myself strapped face down on a leather couch while a large man paddled me with a leather paddle. I cried uncontrollably in a large ball gag as he turned me bright red to the applause of the gather crowd. I never did find out what I had done to deserve the spanking.
One thing I do remember vividly is Tony taking my cherry. My diaper and plastic pants had been removed and Nanny fitted me into satin panties that opened in the rear. After wearing thick diaper, the light satin felt like I was wearing air.
Before Tony, I was taken to a dressing room and put into a light purple dress, a sissy dress to the max with lace, satin, and rows of petticoat. Nanny and Miss Nancy had brought along. They spent almost forty minutes getting me ready, and by the end, I was a little sissy in my looks and my drugged mind. I’d become Amanda.
Tony came and took me by the hand, gently walking me to the bedroom. He was more than a foot and a half taller than me, making me feel so small in my clothes. I was dressed to please him and desired it more than anything else.
First he had me knee in front of him as he sat in a chair. I slowly undid his belt and pulled done his zipper. I pulled his pants off and like a good little sissy, got up and folded them on to the dresser. He was wearing boxer and seeing the tent his excited member made sent me over the edge. After a life where know women ever looked at me and became that excited, I was overwhelmed at the sight of him.
I knelt again and pulled his waiting pen-is out through the slit in his boxers. He moaned as I began to lick him like a popsicle. I’d just place the head in my mouth and started to slid down the shaft, when he stopped me.
He carried me to bed and took my cherry. I was positioned on a silken pillow so my ass was in the air for his entry. Gently, firmly he pushed into me and I softly cried out in happiness, lost in the satin of my dress and petticoat pushed up around my face. This was so different from when Sammy did me with her cold dil-do. Tony was hot and alive inside of me. I couldn’t get enough of him as I pushed back to take his whole shaft.
Behind me, he moaned in pleasure as we moved in sync, waves of almost unbearable pleasure running up to my brain. When he shuddered and came inside me, I came inside my pretty panties, a gentle orgasm like a sissy.
My Neighbor -- My Mommy conclusion
Author: Deewet, May/31/2005 12:05:55 [-04]
My mommy is calling me telling me it is time for din din, which for me will be soft food and a few bottles. After a year of being on this type of diet, I’ve lost most of my muscle strength and weigh about 85 pounds. I can actually fit into real pampers and baby pants. It’s been so long since I’ve eaten grown-up food, I’m sure the taste would be too strong for this little sissy. My control is completely lost and I have to be diapered 24/7. I know longer recall what it means to have a full bladder or poop that isn’t soft and runny.
Before I leave, I want to share a few more things about that party.
After losing my virginity, Tony cleaned himself up and took care of me for the rest of the party, never letting go of the leash attached to a pink collar around my neck. I was marched around in my pretty dress and made to curtsy when complemented. People kept feeding me bottles so in no time my diapers would be soaked for Nanny to change. Like I said before, the memory of that night is only in snatches, but Miss Nancy took a lot of pictures.
Some show me sitting in an oversized chair, my short legs coming out rows of petticoat, not touching the ground, looking so much like a little sissy. There are more with me on my stomach, face in a guy’s lap, lips around a glistening shaft, my Mary Jane shoed feet in the air, dress pushed outward from my full petticoat, with Tony sitting on another chair, my leash in his hand. There are shots of me bound in the crib, and another with me tightly bound with pink ropes, gagged and blindfolded, lying helpless on the pool table while people stood around me taking pictures. There is also a video of me struggling to get lose.
Mommy is coming to get me now. She’s telling me that Betty only wants short stories here and I’ve been typing for a while. Oh poo, I have so many more stories about my sissy life in the last year. Maybe, mommy will let me use her computer again so I can tell you, that is if you want to read more from a diaper-wearing sissy.
Bye bye.
Amanda