Becoming their diaper slave

[Anonymous]

"Let's get you into a dry diaper," she said to me. "We can

go into my office so these mean women won't see your little

thing as I get you changed."



I didn't see this big woman come up from behind us. I let

out a little cry of surprise when she picked me up like a

little baby. Her arms were so strong that I knew that it

was a man dressed as a woman.



"Kelly will take you back to my office," Sandy said. "I'll

be there is a minute."



I hid my face in Kelly's bosom as she carried me across the

store. She laid me down on a plastic mat on a leather couch

in Sandy's office. I was relieved to see Sandy come in the

office. The salesgirl followed Sandy.



"I have some diapers in my bottom drawer," Sandy said to

the salesgirl.



I looked away as Sandy pushed a pacifier into my mouth and

unzipped the side of my pants and pulled them down my legs

and past my feet.



"What we have to do is make sure no one suspects that you

are a boy. Won't that be better?" I nodded. She pulled down

my plastic pants to my knees. "My, my you're a wet little

girl."



Sandy pulled the tape from the sides of my diaper and

handed the soaked diaper to the salesgirl. She giggled at

my shrunken pen-is.



"This nice girl is Missy," Sandy said. "She'll help you

pick out some clothes and put on some makeup."



Sandy taped a new diaper tightly around my hips and pulled

up my pink plastic pants. "You sit here while she goes and

finds you a skirt."



Sandy and Missy left the office. I sat on the couch in only

a blouse, my diaper and plastic pants. The big woman was

still in the office.



"I hear that your mouth is good," she said.



It a day of humiliation, I wasn't surprise when she reached

under her dress and unsnapped her teddy. Under it, she had

a big coc-k.



"Let me give you something better than that pacifier."



She came over to where I sat, her coc-k standing straight

out at my face. I looked around hoping that I could get

this over before Missy came back with my skirt.



I spit of my pacifier and slowly licked her coc-k, using my

hand to keep it from moving away. I rubbed my soft face

along the shaft and caressed his balls with my other hand.

I then looked up at her heavily made up blue eyes and took

her coc-k in my mouth. She shuddered and dropped the skirt

of her dress over my head. In this tent, I began to move

her coc-k in my mouth. It felt so hot sitting on the couch,

working on this lovely silky coc-k.



I couldn't stop my moans of pleasure as I gave this

stranger a blowjob. Being submissive made me feel so much

better. When she came, I was able to swallow all her lovely

milk.



She patted my head and said thank you, which for some

reason made me embarrassed, that and the fact that Missy

had come back into the office. She had stood quietly

watching me give a blowjob.



"What a naughty little girl," Missy said with a large

smile.



She told me to stand so we could put on my new clothes. The

blouse was a light pink with a peter pan collar. Under the

blouse, I was to wear a pink bra that she stuffed with a

sock in each cup. The skirt was a pink plaid and pleated.

It zipped in the back and looked like something you would

wear to school. We followed this with thigh high white

stockings with pink butterflies.



"You are so cute," she said, taking my hand. "Let's go show

Sandy."



I pulled back and protested that I didn't want to go out

there where everyone could see me. She smacked my hand and

stuck a pacifier in my mouth. Now, I really didn't want to

go out there, but I felt helpless to resist.



My breath almost stopped when I saw myself in the big

mirrors out in the story. My skirt flared out and just

barely covered my diaper, but my legs looked so good in the

stockings. I was no longer looking like a boy in girls

clothing. Instead, I looked like a teenage girl trying to

dress as a little girl.



Sandy clapped her hands and told me that I was so darling.

She whispered in my ear that I should never wear boy's

clothes again and that I wouldn't as long as I lived with

her.

[Anonymous]

After that, Sandy took me back in her office and said it

was time to go home - my new home as her submissive baby.

Someone would take my car and sell it since I didn't need a

car anymore. As for the boy clothes, they would give those

to charity. Of course, since I had no say in any of this,

she wasn't talking to me, but to someone on the phone.



She let me keep the pacifier out of my mouth as she led me

by the hand to her van, but once buckled into the back

seat; she put it back in for me to suc-k on.



After we got home, she put me on her leather couch and went

to get me a bottle. I thought about my old life and

sisters, glad that I was starting something new, although I

was a little frightened about my growing dependency on

Sandy. I was quickly going back to becoming a child where

all decisions for me being made by someone else.



"I have a nice bottle of warm milk," Sandy said, returning

with a purple bottle.



She sat down and had me lay my head into her lap as she

feed me my bottle. As she softly rubbed my plastic pants

front with her other hand, she began to speak in a soothing

voice.



"Relax," she said, "Close your eyes and listen to my voice,

and slowly drink the warm milk. Let everything relax as you

listen to me. Your pretty-shoed feet are growing heavy.

They are growing so relaxed in your shoes. Listen to my

voice only, as your smooth legs start feeling heavy."



I slowly suc-ked on my bottle, falling into a weird state as

she continued telling me to relax.



"Now you are loosing feelings under your wet, safe diaper.

You are so safe and relaxed right now because I am going to

take care of all your needs."



She continued talking in her soft, seductive voice until I

was in such a point of relaxation that nothing else worried

me in the world. Sandy would take care of me.



"Time, to let yourself go. You are no longer a boy, but

Amanda, my little girl. It feels so right to you to be

Amanda. It makes you feel content and safe. No longer do

you need to worry about going to the bathroom. You know

that Amanda is protected by a warm, soft, diaper. Whenever

you feel the slightest pressure to pee, you will not be

able to stop yourself. It will be natural and right to let

the pee flow out no matter where you are because it feels

so good to go in your diaper. When asleep, you will not be

able to stop the flow of pee from escaping. It is right. It

makes you feel good. It makes you feel safe. Whenever you

are out of diapers you will feel afraid."



My whole world was focused on her voice. My body felt as if

where floating on air.



"You are Amanda and you enjoy being helpless in diapers.

Because you are so helpless, you will obey all adults. They

know what is best for you. Only they can change your

diapers. Your little pen-is will even seem smaller to you

and of no use except to pee from into your diaper. You will

feel as if you have lost all muscle control to stop from

peeing. It is the right thing to do.



"You will feel an uncontrollable need to have your mouth

filled. Without something in your mouth, you will feel sad

and anxious. Whenever you see a man, you will wish that he

was filling your mouth with a hot pen-is. Having a pen-is in

your mouth is the right thing for you to do. suc-king on a

pen-is will make you feel very safe and happy. Wearing a

diaper and suc-king on a pen-is will fill you with extreme

happiness. Only when you make the pen-is empty its sperm

into your mouth will you be able to have sexual release of

your own, tiny, useless pen-is.



"You are Amanda and you will only wear girl's clothes and

be protected in diaper, because, Amanda, you cannot control

your bladder. The slightest pressure and it will empty into

your diaper. You are totally dependant on your diapers. You

are totally dependant on Sandy. Without Sandy, you will be

alone and lost.



"I'm going to count to five and you are going to take a

nap.



"One - you're so relaxed. So dependant on diapers. So want

to have your mouth filled with something to suc-k on.



"Two - you are barely awake. You feel all muscle control of

your bladder leaving you. You have no control over your

bladder. To wet your diaper makes you feel good. It is

right.



"Three - you are almost there. You have no more worries.

You can pee in your diapers and know that Sandy will change

them. You know that having a pen-is in your mouth is good.



"Four - the last step. Your bladder is draining any

remaining pee into your diaper. You can't stop it. You are

totally dependant on diapers and Sandy..."



I never heard five.



I awoke on the couch and a wave of panic swept over me.

Sandy wasn't there. My mouth was empty. I had to get

something to fill my mouth. While I started to cry, I also

felt warm pee flood the crotch of my diaper.



"It's okay," said Sandy, coming back into the living room.

She had changed into leather pants. "Here's your pacifier."



I hungrily took it into my mouth and began to suc-k.



"I'm going to take you to a few places to continue getting

you ready to your new life."



A small sense of worry gnawed at my mind. Was this all

going too fast? Was I ready to give up all of my past life

as a boy to become her girl?



She held my chin in her hand and looked in my eyes. "If you

get scared and want to back out, you can, but it's all over

because it would show that you don't trust me. I need you

to trust me with everything." She let go of me. "Now take

my hand and come with me."



I gulped and took Sandy's hand

[Anonymous]

Walking around dressed like this in the store was

embarrassing enough, but going outside terrified me. At

least the last time I went out with Sandy I looked like a

teenage girl. Now when the breeze blew I felt that my skirt

had risen and exposed by plastic covered diapered bottom.



Sandy took me to a place in the mall where earrings and

jewelry were sold. She pushed me down in a chair and asked

the girl to pierce my ears.



I tried to stand. She pushed me back down. "Remember what I

said."



The girl looked at me with her ear piercing tools ready. I

was stuck. I couldn't go home looking like this. They both

giggled when I slowly nodded and closed my eyes.



A sharp pain came to each ear and I felt like crying. I

opened my eyes and saw two pink post earrings in my ears.



"That's a good little girl," said Sandy.



Next was a place where they did nails. Although, I was

wearing a diaper, Sandy wanted me to have big girl nails.

I'm sure this was another way to keep me as her slave since

the nails would not come off for weeks.



This nail shop was like most, as it was run by Korean

women. It was humiliating to have them whispering at me in

Korean and point. The worst was when they got their nerve

up to come over closer to ask if I was wearing a diaper.



"She wears a diaper or she would make a mess on your

chair," Sandy said.



Everyone laughed at me.



I was tired when we got home so Sandy stripped me down to

just a diaper, plastic pants and a purple shirt.



"Now you rest while mommy gets ready." She lowered the side

of my crib and I climbed onto the plastic covered mattress.



Something felt weird as she spoke. I could faintly remember

her words as I had fallen asleep on her lap. The crotch of

my diaper grew warm and I realized I was wetting with out

any thought of doing it. I tried to squeeze my muscles to

stop the flow with no luck. I took out my pacifier. "Did

you do something to me to make it impossible to keep from

wetting?"



"It is another way to bond us together," she answered. "You

must always wear diapers until I decide to put you in

another trance and undo my commands."



For some reason I felt panic until I put the pacifier back

into my mouth.



"Carl and I are going out tonight," she said.

"Unfortunately we don't have a baby sitter for you." She

started brushing her hair. "We'll have to take you with us

and leave you in the van."



As she brushed her hair, Carl came out of the bathroom,

naked and wet. His large coc-k stood out strait with a giant

hard-on. Weakness flowed up my legs and I suc-ked hard on my

pacifier, wanting him to fill my mouth.



"Sorry, Amanda," Sandy said. "He's mine tonight."



He smiled and stroked his coc-k at me. I wanted him so badly

I could cry.



Sandy finished her hair and walked over to my crib. "Let's

get you ready for tonight."



I wasn't sure what she meant as I climbed from the crib

when she lowered the side wall. "This will have to do until

we get a changing table," she said, patting the plastic

cover on her bed.



Any doubt I had about my bladder control was lost when she

removed my diaper. Helplessly, I watch urine squirt in the

air from my exposed, shrunken, tiny pen-is.

[Anonymous]

Sandy laughed. "You bad little girl." She pushed my legs up

and told me to hold them as she put a large plug into my

exposed butt. I moaned around my gag and it stretched me.



She replaced my disposable diaper with a thick pink cloth

diaper. To make it thicker, she also put in a doubler

before pulling the diaper to my hips and tightly pinning

it. She brought out a huge pair of plastic pant with a

nursery print.



Carl came back in the room carrying my travel bag. "We're

going to put this on you to keep you safe in the van while

we party like grown-ups."



I started to whine about having to be bound in the bag when

she silenced me with the pen-is gag. The feeling of the

pen-is in my mouth calmed me and I relaxed as she brought

over pink-footed pajamas.



"These will keep you warm," she said.



The pajamas were warm and bulged out hugely around my

diapered bottom. She next bound me in my travel bag and

left me on the bed as she finished getting ready for her

date. Although, I liked being in diapers, I wished to get

dressed as a big girl and go out on a date.



Carl easily carried me to van in my bag. I was put on the

bed in the back of the van. When we got to their first

stop, Carl put on a porno tape for me to watch while they

were gone The tape was of men dressed as hot women getting

fuc-ked and giving sloppy blow jobs.



It kept me entertained and excited. I continued to pee

uncontrollably



About an hour later, the door to the van opened and Sandy

came in with something for me to eat, and a bottle full of

orange juice and vodka. I was starving.



"Here something for my baby to eat," she said, her voice

sounding slurred and a little drunk. She took out my gag

and sat me up to feed me some applesauce and some green

stuff from baby jars. Next, she sat my head on her lap and

I drank my bottle. "I hope it isn't too boring for you

waiting out here. Do you want a cartoon or some more dirty

movies?"



I told her that the dirty movies were fine.



When I finished drinking my bottle, she put the pen-is gag

back in my mouth, which was fine with me because for some

reason I felt very anxious without something filling my

mouth. She put in another movie and told me that since I

was such a good little girl, I'd get a special treat later.



Since I was under twenty-one and not used to drinking, the

stuff from my bottle went right to my head. As I watched

some girl on the screen get her face splattered from a

twitching coc-k, I felt so happy. Safe in my cocoon, wet on

the inside of my diaper, but dry on the outside. Whenever

the slighted hint of pressure came, my bladder released pee

into my thick, waiting diaper. I liked moving my legs and

hearing the sound of the plastic hidden in pajamas and

travel sack. Over the slurping sounds on the TV, I heard

people walking by outside, not knowing that there was a

helpless, bound man dressed in diapers inside the van.



Shortly after Sandy left me, the van door opened again and

a wonderful looking girl came into the van. She smiled at

me and said, "Sandy was so right. You're just darling."



I couldn't respond with my mouth full nor could I resist as

she climbed back to me. "You don't have to look so scared,"

she said, "Sandy paid me to come in here and give you a

nice message."



She released me from my travel bag. "Let's turn off that

TV," she said, glancing up as a man dressed as a little

girl was bent over a stool with a huge man fuc-king her. "I

brought some nice music to sooth you as I work.



"Now we have to get you out of those pajamas so I can work

on your sweat body," she said to me as she unzipped the

back of my pajamas. "My you're wearing a big diaper, which

is a good thing since Sandy said you can't control

yourself."



I should have been embarrassed being striped down to my

diaper and plastic pants in front of this stranger, but the

bottle had put me in a very weird state of mind. I just let

her move me onto my stomach. She turned on some nice music

and started rubbing my shoulders and neck with skilled

hands and warm oil.



"Let your nerves rise to the top of your skin," she said.

"Let yourself feel the pleasure of my touch."



I always liked to be touched, but unfortunately, no one

touches me much and never had I been rubbed and stroked

like this. It was wonderful and I silently thanked Sandy

around my pen-is gag. She was so good to me and I knew I was

falling hopelessly in love with her and would do anything

to please her.

[Anonymous]

The girl turned me over onto my back. She poured some cream on my

breast and started to run it in using a circular motion. Her eyes

looking into mine, watching me suc-k on my rubber pen-is gag. She smiled

as she played with my hardening nipples. "It's a little cold in here,"

she whispered. I bet you wished you had nipples like mine. She pulled

off her shirt. She wore no bra and here nipples were huge and pink.

Warm pee flooded my diaper. "Would you like to suc-k on these?"



I nodded.



She reached around my head and released the strap holding my pen-is gag

firmly in my mouth. I hungrily took her offered breast into my mouth.



She began to moan and rub the front of my plastic pants. Her nipple was

hard and filled my mouth like a baby bottle. "That's my baby," she

whispered as she rubbed my plastic pants harder. Unfortunately, I could

not feel her hand through my thick, wet diaper.



Several times, she had to smack me because I got carried away and

suc-ked to hard on her nipple. After the third time, she angrily pulled

it out of my hungry mouth.



"What's wrong?" asked Sandy. I looked around and saw that Sandy and

Carl were back in the van.



The girl looked mad and scared me. "I gave her a nice message like you

paid me for and to thank me she hurt my nipple with her mouth."



Sandy laughed and said. "She is getting used to suc-king hard on her

pen-is gags."



"Well, she needs a spanking to remember her manners."



Sandy stumbled back to us. Now she really looked drunk. "Put her pen-is

back in," she said, handing my gag to the girl. I was growing afraid.

I'd never been spanked before.



I didn't have a chance to protest as my voice was silenced again by the

huge pen-is gag. Sandy handed the girl some handcuffs and she locked my

hands behind my back. Next Sandy told her to take off my diaper and

plastic pants but to be careful since I couldn't control myself.



"Wow she's really wet," said the girl as I helplessly watched her pull

down my plastic pants.



Sandy handed her a rubber sheet "Put this under her then turn her over

on to her stomach."



They made me stand up just wearing my wet, sagging diaper with plastic

pants as the girl spread out the rubber sheet. Sandy fumbled with my

diaper pins and when finished, pulled my sopping diaper away and threw

it in a pail. They pushed me down on my stomach, the rubber feeling

very cold. Without any control, a little puddle of warm pee formed

under my stomach.



"I told you she has no control," said Sandy.



"That is wild," said the girl. "Did you do that to her."



"Just a little suggestive therapy."



Now I knew what had happened to me. She had removed my control through

some type of conditioning with her voice on the couch.



Next, my ankles were bound in leather cuffs attached to each end of a

steel bar.



"You better turn on the radio and drive to a more secluded parking

space," Sandy told Carl. "This could be loud."



I cringed, not liking the sound of that at all.



Carl drove and parked somewhere else. As he did, Sandy put a pair of

satin blindfolds on me. Now I was gagged, bound and blind, helplessly

waiting for the first blow to my exposed butt.



"What's this," the girl said. I felt my butt plug being moved.



"That's to keep all her nasty stuff inside tonight."



I wasn't expecting the pain that came with the first stroke. I cried

out against my rubber coc-k gag from the fire shooting across my tender

flesh. Another squirt of warmth spread around my stomach. The bar

between my ankles made it impossible for escape from the following

spankings on my already screaming skin. The sounds of each smack

sounded loudly in the van.



"That is so sexy seeing Amanda's cheeks so red," said Sandy, her voice

sounding throaty with lust. "My turn."



I pleaded with her to stop, but of course, it came out as muffled moans

with my mouth full of coc-k. Another hard smack lit my butt on fire. I

squirmed to escape the next hit, but couldn't in my bound state.



Finally, they tired. The front of me was a mess from my tears and

uncontrollable peeing onto the rubber sheet.



They took out my pen-is gag and I cried, telling Sandy and the girl that

I would be good for now on. As a test, after they put me in thick

diapers and plastic pants, they allowed me to suc-k on their tits again.

This time I must have been better because both of them had loud

orgasms.



The girl left and we headed for home. This time I wasn't put back in my

travel bag. It was cool in the van, so Sandy did put me back in my pink

pajamas.



I slept that night in my pink pajamas and thick diapers while I watched

securely locked in my crib at Carl and Sandy making wild love in her

bed. It was exciting and frustrating. Seeing Carl and his large pen-is

make Sandy moan and scream made me realize that I would never be a man.

Being a sissy baby was the only way to keep from being alone.

[Deewet_]

Sandy woke me up in the morning with a fresh bottle of Slimfast. I was
already thin but she wanted me down to a twenty-seven waste and under
100 lbs.

"We need you get you into the bath and get you all dolled up," she told
me as she took off my wet diaper. "We are going to a birthday party
today."

I must have looked scared since she said, "Don't worry little angel.
These are my friends whom have my same fetish for diaper bondage, but
they like boy babies where I like girls in pink like you."

The bath was nice, filled with bubbles. None of my hair had grown back.
From the tub, Sandy gave me an enema, making me hold it for ten minutes
before I could sit on the potty. It actually was frightening to use the
potty instead of a diaper and I was happy when she put me in a thick
diaper.

Over the pink plastic pants she had me wear white tights. The tights
stretched across my thickly diapered bottom, pushing the diaper up into
my crotch.

The dress she slipped over my head was wonderful. It was a pink sailor
dress with a wide collar lined with white.

"Now for your petticoat," she said.

The petticoat was soft and white. It made my dress standout and made it
impossible to hide my diapered bottom. I kept thinking about meeting
the others. Would they also be wearing diapers?

My curly hair was tied with a huge pink bow that matched my painted
fingernails and earrings.

'They are going to love you."

I wondered if she meant her friends or their baby boys.

Sandy sat me down on a rubber mat on the living floor to watch cartoons
while she got ready for the party. When she came out of the bedroom, I
couldn't believe the change in her. She wore a dress straight out of
the fifties. It was white with blue flowers. She wore a petticoat under
the dress and her hair was straight except curls on the end.

Just like I'd seen on old TV sow moms. She knelt next to me, her skirt
rustling from the petticoat.

She painted my nails pink then stood. "Stay here and let those nails
dry while I get your diaper bag packed."

I watched her walk away and fell more in love with her. It was a child
to mother love.

I felt warm pee flood my diaper.

She led me outside to the van and I felt exposed. Before,

I was out dressed as a girl, but never as a baby girl in my diapers and
little girl clothes. Several cars slowed to take a closer look.

We drove for a while. I sat in the back seat suc-king on my pacifier,
hoping the tinted windows kept people from looking inside at me.

I lost track of time because I feel asleep. I awoke to a rumbling in my
stomach and before I could stop myself, I filled my diaper with warm,
runny poop. I was so embarrassed as the smell filled the van.

Sandy laughed and lowered the windows. "We're almost there so you have
to wait to get changed, you bad little girl.

You'll make quite an entrance to the party with your full diaper."

Having the windows down was awful because several cars honked their
horns as they passed us on the freeway.

I really didn't want to get out when we finally parked in the driveway
at a large range house. The driveway had been very long and the house
seemed to be on the edge of a large cornfield. The corn was high giving
the place a feeling of isolation.

Sandy pulled my hand, forcing me from the van.

A lady, also dressed in fifties type housewife clothes answered the
door.

"Oh my," cried the lady, her hand to her face. "She is so cute!"

A loud sound of heals heralded the coming of three more moms, all
crying praise to Sandy about me. They made me twirl around so they
could see my pretty dress.

"I need to change her," Sandy said.

"I can tell," said another woman. "Is she completely un-potty trained?"

"Almost."

The lady led us to a nursery. "Everything is here for you. The boys are
playing in the playpen in the backyard." Sandy put on a rubber apron
and gloves to clean me up. I had made quite a mess, but luckily, it was
very runny and was easy to wipe off my butt. She put me in a new pink
diaper and pulled up my plastic pants and tights.

I was led out to the playpen in the back.

There were three young men dressed as baby boys. They stopped playing
with each other and turned to stare at me. Although they were dressed
in rompers or only in shirts and diapers, I felt so much more
conspicuous in my sailor sissy dress, painted nails, hair in a bow,
tights over plastic pants, black Mary Jane shoes.

One of the moms had to smack her little boy as he started rubbing his
plastic pants while staring at me.

I felt a little afraid and wet my diaper slightly.

"She can't play with the boys in her pretty dress," one of the moms
said. She took my little hand and led me to a table set up for a tea
party. The mom wore a puffy petticoat under her dress and it sexily
swished as we walked around the playpen of boys in diapers. They
continued to stare at me.

I was sat down at the table and was given a doll to hold. I was also
given a bottle. "You're too little to use a tea cup," said the mom.

Sandy took out a camera and took pictures of me while the other moms
fawned over how cute I looked.