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    lastest story

    Bobby once again you have outdone yourself. Just like Ethan in 

    a previous story, Brian in the final paragraph shows what months 

    in diapers can do: lead to total and complete submission. 

    The mental picture of Brian, in his toddler dress, thick cloth diapers , 

    plastic panties, and pacifier, being led submissively to his playpen 

    is just fabulous! 

    Bedwetters Get Diapers

    When I was twelve, going on thirteen, my parents got a divorce. As dictated by the terms of the final settlement, I was to move into my dad's new home along with his girlfriend, Desiree. I was not happy about the situation, to put it mildly, and I resented my new stepmom intensely, not the least of which was the fact that she was twelve years younger than my dad and tended to dress in a way I thought was overly provocative. Tight clothing and low cut tops were her common fare, showcasing her long legs and enormous breasts. Despite my misgivings about her, I have to say that in my heart of hearts, I could certainly see why my father had gone for her; physically, she was superior in every way to my mother—younger, in better shape, very pretty, and with a heart-stopping body she was obviously proud of. Nevertheless, I was determined never to give her a fair chance and there was no way that she was going to replace my mom.

    Another addition to our family was Desiree's gorgeous daughter, Megan. At sixteen, she was four years older than me and a total babe, having inherited her mom's sexy curves. Initially, I tried everything I could do to ingratiate myself with her, but despite my efforts, she rebuffed me every time and was generally very dismissive of me. She was fond of telling me I was nothing but a little sissy, a nickname that stung me to the core and that I was particularly sensitive to. More and more, we argued all the time and I was desperate for her to respect me but all she saw in me was a wimpy little kid, unworthy of her consideration.

    Conversely, she and her mother were very close and I often heard them whispering amongst themselves, making me suspicious and even more resentful. This situation was made more difficult by the fact that my dad was often out of town on business, so he left the running of our household to my stepmom.

    I definitely felt like the odd man out and I think it was the stress of the divorce and the awkwardness of my new living arrangements that caused me to start wetting the bed. It wasn't every night, but about twice a week and Desiree was furious when she discovered it. I told her they were just random accidents but she had zero sympathy for me, threatening dire consequences if I didn't get it under control.

    Which brings me to this morning.

    I woke up once more to the feeling of very wet sheets and a soggy mattress below my waist, signaling yet another disaster that I was going to have to try and explain away to my new stepmom. I knew I was already on thin ice with her and as I heard her mounting the steps to come upstairs, I yanked off the sheets in a wild panic, stuffing them under the bed and pulling the covers back up. I had just swapped out my pajama bottoms when the bedroom door opened and she strode into the room, a haughty look of maternal superiority on her face.

    Sniffing the room suspiciously, she wagged her finger at me in an accusing way.

    “Brian? Did you wet the bed again?” she demanded sharply.

    I bit my lip hard, nearly breaking the skin.

    “Umm, uh n-no,” I stammered nervously.

    “I can smell the pee in here,” she said tersely, “If I find you're lying to me, you'll be taking a trip over my knee,” she warned me ominously.

    My hair stood up on the back of my neck at the idea of a real spanking. Neither one of my parents had ever spanked me before and I couldn't believe she'd actually make good on her threat!

    Going over to my bed, she yanked back the covers and saw the big wet stain on the mattress.

    “It's ruined!” she shrieked, “My new mattress is ruined!”

    My mouth had gone dry and I trembled in fear as she turned to face me.

    “You are going to get your bare bottom paddled and then we are going shopping for diapers and plastic panties, bedwetter boy!” she barked.

    Before I could stutter out some sort of reply, she grabbed me hard by the ear and frog-marched me down the hall, past Megan's room, who's door was currently open.

    “Mom—what's going on?” she called out as we passed her room.

    “Brian managed to wet his bed again and now he's going to get a spanking,” Desiree quipped.

    Dragging me into the master bedroom, she grabbed an oval wooden paddle off the top of her dresser and took a seat on the bed.

    “Y-y-you can't s-spank me!” I cried frantically, “I-I'll tell my dad!”

    “He's already told me I have complete authority to discipline you in any way I see fit,” she snapped as she jerked my pajama bottoms down, revealing my tiny penis before her for the first time. The shocked look on her beautiful face clearly revealed that she'd never seen one that small but she quickly recovered and threw me over her lap.

    “No-no-no!” I wailed as I looked up to see Megan framed by the bedroom doorway, smiling down at me in gleeful anticipation. I couldn't believe I was about to get my bottom spanked like a naughty little boy and Megan would be watching the entire thing!

    I felt my child-sized penis mash against Desiree's firm, bare thighs as she positioned me, making sure my feet didn't quite reach the floor. I squealed in helpless fear, waving my hands around as I felt the cool, smooth surface of the paddle slowly rubbing against my now defenseless cheeks.

    “Brian, I've always thought you were very childish from the moment I met you. So I bought this paddle just for you and now you're going to get the childish punishment you've so rightly earned,” she growled.

    I squealed again and struggled against her hold but she held me with a grip of steel as her other hand swooped up, bringing the paddle down with all her strength against my twitching, bare bottom.

    SMACKK!!!

    My mouth opened but my voice momentarily left me.

    SMACKK!!!

    This time, I howled at the top of my lungs in agony as the cruel paddle seared itself across both my tender cheeks, leaving another bright red oval pattern. Hot tears spilled down my face as I openly cried like a baby, my feet kicking wildly behind me. Desiree smacked my cheeks good and hard, over and over, delivering the strict, humiliating punishment she had promised. Slapping the ground desperately before me, I bawled like a toddler as she peppered my soft bottom with her hard, unforgiving paddle. Hot, swollen welts soon covered both cheeks and she moved her attention to the pink sides, using her seasoned wrist to slap them harshly.

    Megan watched with immense satisfaction, obviously pleased that I was getting my just punishment for all the childish taunts I had made at her expense. This, without a doubt, was the most humiliating experience of my entire life as her mom spanked me like a naughty little boy. I knew it would be several days before I would be able to sit again.

    Again and again, the hard paddle flattened my youthful bottom, each fierce swat like a salvo of buckshot.

    Finally, Desiree stopped her assault on my derriere and she paused as I helplessly sobbed and cried, unable to control myself.

    “Now, if you hadn't lied to me, your punishment would be over,” she said as she rubbed the smooth paddle across my scalded, flaming skin, “but since you were a dishonest little sissy with me, now you're going to get some additional swats.”

    I stammered and blubbered out a protest just as her paddle came crashing down again, blistering my cherry red bottom and making it explode with fire. I kicked wildly even as she smacked my buns repeatedly with vicious retribution.

    At long last, she stopped and put the paddle aside. I couldn't stop my crying and Megan looked down at me with neither sympathy or respect.

    Standing me up, Desiree looked me hard in my eyes which were filled with fresh tears. Bawling like a baby, I grabbed my pajama bottoms and swiftly raised them to try and hide my tiny penis from the two of them.

    “You and I are going shopping little boy,” she told me firmly as she waved the paddle at me, “We need to get you a supply of diapers and baby panties since you obviously can't be trusted with adult underwear.”

    I was so utterly humiliated. And it was made worse that I couldn't stop my crying. Megan looked down at me like I was just a errant child, unworthy of her respect, before shaking her head, turning and leaving the room.

    I was about to put my pajama bottom back on when Desiree returned and held a flower-patterned pull-up before me.

    “Here, this is what you can wear until we get some proper diapers for you,” she scolded me, “I don't want to take any chances of you wetting your pants while we're out.”

    I burst into fresh tears as she pulled them up my slim, hairless legs, working her long fingernails around the stretchy waistband to make sure it fit correctly. After she finished, she turned me around and swatted me on my padded bottom.

    “Run along now and get dressed,” she told me curtly.

    Wiping the tears from my wet face, I stumbled back to my room, my bottom throbbing and stinging with pain. I managed to find some jeans that would otherwise have been loose on me—however, it was still going to be obvious I was wearing the pull-up when I zipped them up and buttoned the fly. Looking in the wall mirror at my bulging midsection, I stamped my feet in frustration.

    Ten minutes later, we were driving downtown as I shifted in my seat, unable to get comfortable.

    We pulled up in front of a big box store and Desiree came around to my side of the car, yanking me out and giving my thickly padded seat another swat.

    “Come along little boy. Time to get my little baby some diapers and plastic panties.” I whimpered with embarrassment as I stumbled after her, the soft bulk of the pull-up making me waddle slightly. Going through the sliding glass doors, we passed a customer holding a box of detergent in her hands and she looked me up and down out of the corner of her eye, her gaze fixing on my big bottom. I blushed and followed my stepmother down the aisles to the infant section where she stopped at the displays of plastic pants. Carefully selecting the largest size available, she held them up before my waist, stretching them between her fingers to estimate whether they would fit. My face was blazing red as I imagined what other customers were thinking.

    There was another mother behind us who was deciding between which sippy cups to purchase and she began looking over at the two of us, obviously wondering about me being fitted for plastic panties.

    “Your boy looks a little old to be wearing diapers, isn't he?” she asked.

    I blushed hotly and looked away as Desiree gave her a wry smile.

    “He certainly is. But he's ruined my new mattress with his constant bedwetting so it's pampers and rubber panties for him from now on,” she replied.

    “Well, you may have difficulty trying to find the right sizes for him here. I would suggest you go online...I think Rearz.com would be a good starting place—they have adult size diapers and all kinds of plastic and rubber panties that would fit him and give him room to grow.”

    I was mortified to be a part of this conversation, or rather, to have this humiliating conversation about me. Worse yet, was the notion that I'd need diapers for long enough to grow into them!

    Desiree turned to face her directly.

    “Really? You seem to know a lot about this.”

    “Well, I have a fifteen year-old bedwetter at home who is kept in diapers 24/7. Some little boys are just natural sissies and they seem to be more comfortable being babied than acting their age. I've had a sturdy crib and a highchair made for him and he enjoys playing with his toys in his playpen.

    “Maybe that's what you need too, hmm?” the lady asked me as she smiled and bent down to look at me closer.

    I gulped hard and shook my head as my cheeks blazed red with shame.

    “You're definitely going to be wearing diapers and if you don't behave, I might just follow her suggestion and turn you into a full time toddler,” Desiree said as she wagged her long nailed finger at me.

    “Please-please don't,” I winced.

    “Thank you so much for the information. I'm going to stock up on a few items we'll be needing here like, baby powder, diaper rash cream, pins...anything else you can think of?”

    “Oh yes, your little sissy is going to need a waterproof mattress cover and I would also suggest a bedwetting chart to track his progress. That way, everyone can see how he's doing and encourage him when he's had a dry night.”

    “I think that's a great idea,” Desiree agreed enthusiastically, “And that way--all your little friends can see how you're doing too.”

    I was appalled at the idea that my friends might learn of my new shameful habit and I swallowed hard in abject fear.

    “Please—I'll try harder,” I pleaded desperately.

    “You'd better,” Desiree snapped, “Or you'll find yourself in diapers during the daytime too.”

    We spent another twenty minutes shopping as my stepmom picked up the various things she thought I would need. When we reached the check out counter, I stared at the floor as the cute sales girl rang us up, giggling and looking me up and down. I could only imagine what she must have been thinking, seeing this pre-pubescent bedwetter in his pull-up before her and stocking up on all of the humiliating baby items I needed.

    Holding up the bedwetting calendar as she scanned it, the sales girl smiled at me and gave me a wink.

    “Good luck with your potty-training.”

    Desiree spent the time while we were in line, shopping on her phone and showing me the various styles of plastic panties that were available, along with cloth and disposable diapers. I cringed at each view, knowing she was placing a big order for me. At last we finally left the store, but not before everyone in line a got a good look at the little boy who needed diapering supplies and a waterproof mattress cover for his bed.

    That evening, Desiree put the cover on my bed (which already smelled strongly of pee) and arranged the diapering supplies on the top of my dresser. Since her order wasn't due to arrive any sooner than tomorrow, I was told to wear the pull-up to bed and we'd hope for the best.

    Alas, maybe it was the stress of the day's events, but while I was asleep, I completely soaked them and even leaked onto the pajamas I was wearing.

    The next morning, after a hard swat with her paddle, Desiree took the red 'W' sticker and placed it on my new bedwetting calendar, alongside the one she had put for the night before, signifying two wet nights in a row.

    Three days later, a large box arrived via FedEx from Rearz.com.

    Desiree opened it in my room and she eagerly took out each item to show me. First, were two dozen cloth diapers, each soft and fluffy, with a prominently thicker section down the center of them.

    “These have soaker pads sewn into them,” she explained. “They're specifically design for sissy bedwetters like you.”

    Next she pulled out pair after pair of plastic panties, all in various nursery prints and pastel colors.

    “There...these will keep your bed dry,” she commented with a smile, “These are just what a sissy in diapers needs.”

    Under any other circumstances, I would have argued that I wasn't a sissy but my bottom was still sore from being paddled three days earlier. I certainly didn't want a repeat of that. Instead, I quietly and submissively accepted my new nightwear without a quibble, watching apprehensively as she filled my dresser drawers with the babyish items.

    Pulling out a package of disposable diapers decorated with clowns and bunnies, she looked over them skeptically.

    “Hmm, I'm not sure these are going to be absorbent enough for how much you wet. I think we'll stick to cloth diapers for you.”

    Lastly, she pulled out two short tops, each with a toddler-style motif across the chest. One was white and yellow and the other had baby-blue trim. With short, puffy sleeves and a lace lined hem, they looked just like something an infant would wear.

    “Here are your new jammies, Brian,” she said, obviously proud of her selection, “Purposely cut short in case your diapers should leak.”

    Looking into the box, I didn't see any matching pants to go with them.

    “Where are the bottoms?” I asked nervously.

    “Your diapers will be all the bottoms you need,” she said firmly as she removed my pajama bottoms from my drawer and took them out to the kitchen to throw them in the trash.

    My heart sank as I looked at my new collection of diapers, panties and supplies, fearing my life was about to irrevocably change.

    That evening after dinner, my stepmom led me to my room and began undressing me.

    “B-but it's only 7:30,” I complained bitterly.

    “Yes, I know, but I want to get you prepared for bed so we don't have to worry about it later,” she explained as she began arranging a thick stack of the cloth diapers one on top of each other.

    I stamped my feet in frustration and anger, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop her.

    Resisting her efforts, I tried to stall the inevitable, and she snapped her fingers in vexation.

    “Come on—it's diaper time. And don't make me ask again or your bottom will pay the price.”

    My lower lip trembled and my eyes misted with tears as I reluctantly let her finish undressing me.

    “I-it's not fair,” I pouted miserably.

    Ignoring my protest, she took hold of me by the wrist authoritatively and sat me down on the trio of fluffy white diapers.

    “Brian, you have only yourself to blame for this. In this house—bedwetters get diapers, and that's just what you'll be wearing for the foreseeable future. Better get used to it,” she scolded me as she sprinkled sweet smelling baby powder over the tiny cap of my limp penis. Along with my minuscule sack, my entire package was about the size of three little grapes. As the infantile, fragrant cloud rose around me, she pulled the bulky but very soft cotton cloth up around my hips and pinned the corners securely in place.

    Just then, Megan poked her head in the doorway, looking down at me with tremendous amusement written all over her pretty face.

    “Well, looks like the little bedwetter is finally getting the treatment he deserves,” she said with a smirk.

    I looked away as my cheeks and chest flushed a bright red. After getting spanked in front of her, this was absolutely mortifying!

    Shaking out a pair of white nursery print plastic panties, Desiree fed them over my feet and worked them up my legs.

    “Up,” she said tersely, as he pulled them up and over the bulging layers of cotton swaddled around my hips. My cheeks blazed hotly as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I watched her work the elastic waistband up and over my diapers with her fingers, making sure all the soft Birdseye layers were contained inside.

    Looking down, I gazed at the shiny vinyl, the colorful Disney characters giving the panties a decidedly babyish look. Desiree selected the yellow and white diaper shirt and pulled it over my head, completing my ensemble.

    “Oh wait—I have just the thing!” Megan said as she disappeared down the hall. She returned a moment later with a pair of short, lacy white anklet socks.

    “This will go perfect with your outfit,” she said as she bent down and began putting them on my feet without waiting for approval from her mom. However, Desiree only looked down at me and smiled, happy her daughter had taken the initiative. Standing over me, she placed her hands on her curvy hips and regarded me with a look of maternal superiority.

    “There. Now you're all ready for beddie-bye. Which by the way, I'm setting back to nine pm from now on. A sissy bedwetter doesn't get to stay up like the adults so that's your new bedtime.”

    Crossing my arms angrily, I sulked in silence as Megan smugly grinned down at me in victory.

    The two strode out of my room, leaving me to contemplate my new status as the childish bedwetter of the house. Standing up, I looked again at my humiliating reflection in the mirror. Between the fat, embarrassing diapers, nursery print plastic panties, sissy top and lacy anklets, I certainly didn’t look like a budding teenager but more like a diaper-dependent toddler who needed his mommy.

    I was determined to keep my diapers dry and I made a point of not drinking anything further until bedtime. Sure enough, at 8:50, my stepmom came into my room and made sure I was ready for bed, turning out the lights as she left. I was left in my bed, listening to life going on normally in the rest of the house while I had been put to bed at a ridiculously early time. In my anger and frustration, I balled my fists and kicked off the covers. It was so unfair that Megan got to stay up hours after I was put to bed! She got to stay up and watch whatever she wanted on TV while I was relegated to an early bedtime like a child.

    However, after several moments pouting in resentment, my hands gradually found their way to the thickly padded front of my diapers. A waft of fragrant baby powder drifted up and I breathed deeply, feeling even more immature. But I also discovered that the prissy plastic panties felt wonderfully soft to the touch, along with the fluffy cotton diapers contained within them. Rubbing the pillowy front, I sighed with pleasure at this new and strange sensation. To be sure, it was beyond humiliating to be wearing the babyish underwear but my tiny penis twitched with excitement as I caressed the vinyl material. In no time, it had grown to its rock hard length of nearly two inches and I closed my eyes in pleasure. Memories of Megan's tight, breast-hugging, fitted top swam into my consciousness and I came explosively in my diapers within thirty seconds.

    In my post-orgasm bliss, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

    I woke up to the lights being turned on and my stepmom barging into my bedroom without notice. Coming over to my bed, she pulled back the covers and slipped her finger under the elastic waistband of my plastic panties.

    “Soaked again,” she announced, her voice filled with annoyance.

    Sure enough, the pungent tang of my pee surrounded us, making me cringe with shame.

    Stepping over to my bedwetting chart, she placed another red 'W' on it, indicating five consecutive wet nights.

    “Seven in a row and you'll be taking another trip over my lap, sissy boy,” she warned me severely.

    “You can keep your diapers on until after breakfast. Maybe sitting in your own pee will help motivate you.”

    “Yes Ma'am,” I mumbled.

    I trudged downstairs, my thick diapers heavy and starting to sag from so much pee. Megan was in the kitchen, texting someone on her phone, but I couldn't stop myself from admiring her busty profile.

    “Let me guess—wet again?” she asked Desiree.

    “Mm-hm, just like a two-year old,” she responded acerbically.

    “Oh my god—I've babysat children that were more mature than you are,” Megan said disdainfully.

    Sitting down, the thick, soggy cotton squished against my bottom and I kept my eyes downcast.

    “I think I'll order a few more baby outfits for you,” Desiree stated.

    “Good idea—can I help?” Megan asked eagerly.

    “Sure thing. I found a few more sites online that specialize in adult babies—I had no idea there was such a huge market for such thing.”

    “I guess there are more sissy bedwetters out there than we thought,” Megan remarked with a condescending chuckle.

    The two of them rose from the kitchen table to go into the other room where the PC was while I was left to eat my cereal wearing my soaking wet diapers.

    The morning after next, I woke up once more to my stepmom striding into my room unannounced and flipping on the lights. As I blinked away the night's drowsiness, I saw she was clutching her oval paddle firmly in her hand with a look of steely determination on her beautiful face.

    “Well, it's time to see how my little bedwetter is doing. Am I going to have to give you another spanking?” she asked me.

    Without waiting for me to answer, she pulled down my covers and slipped a finger down the front of my diapers. With a look of surprise, she stood up and put her hands on her hips.

    “What a surprise,” she declared, “ You've managed to stay dry. Looks like I won't be needing to blister your bottom after all.”

    I gulped and shuddered with relief at my good fortune, fleeting as it was.

    “Nevertheless, I want you to keep them on until after breakfast,” she told me as she turned and walked out of the room.

    Once she was gone, and I was sure she was going down the steps to the kitchen, my hands slipped under the covers to begin fondling the soft, cushiony front of my diapers again. This was quickly becoming a daily habit for me. They felt so soft and warm, and I began eagerly rubbing my little penis through the fluffy cotton with abandon. It didn't take long, the sensations being so wonderful against my stubby shaft and I quickly splashed my little load into the comforting folds surrounding my package. I sighed with pleasure and relief, although a part of me guiltily wondered what my stepmom would think if she ever caught me.

    Leaving my bedroom, I padded down the stairs where Desiree was drinking coffee and texting on her phone.

    I poured some cereal in a bowl and after adding milk, sat down at the table to eat my breakfast. I had my spoon halfway to my mouth when I suddenly heard Megan and another girl's voices coming in from the other room.

    In a wild panic, I stood up, intending to bolt up the stairs but it was too late. The two girls rounded the corner and Megan's friend stared at me in shock as she took in my outfit; a short sissy top, thick, bulging diapers contained within shiny nursery print plastic panties and white lacy anklets.

    “Oh—my god,” her friend blurted out as she broke into a big smile, clearly amused at her unexpected discovery.

    Although not quite as pretty as Megan, this girl was still stunning and her low cut top revealed a sexy line of deep cleavage.

    “And who is this little toddler?” she asked with a big smile.

    I nearly wet myself with fear and only a lighting quick response prevented me from soaking my diapers right then and there.

    Desiree had moved up behind me to block my escape.

    “This little sissy's name is Brian,” she introduced me.

    “Why are you wearing diapers, Brian?” she asked in a simple tone of voice that suggested I was mentally challenged.

    Staring at the floor with a blushing face, I shuffled my feet, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me.

    “Go ahead, Brian, tell Brittany here why you're wearing diapers,” my stepmom urged me.

    I mumbled under my breath and looked away, too ashamed to say anything.

    “Come on, Brian,” she said with a threatening undercurrent to her tone of voice, “Everyone's going to find out sooner or later, you might as well start with Brittany here.”

    “No,” I whimpered weakly.

    “Do I need to get the paddle?” Desiree asked, “I'm sure Brittany here would love to see you take a another trip over my lap.”

    Megan's friend giggled at the revelation I still got spanked like a child.

    I gulped hard with fear.

    “I-I, um, I s-sometimes w-wet the bed,” I stammered, blushing an even deeper shade of red.

    “He even has a bedwetting chart hanging up in his room,” Megan added derisively.

    Brittany giggled again and looked me up and down, focusing on my shiny diapers.

    “Wow, I can’t wait to tell everyone at school,” she gushed.

    “There. You see?” Desiree beamed, “That wasn't so hard, was it?”

    I wanted to cry with shame but I fought back the tears, knowing that would only make me look more like a sissy.

    “Can I go now?” I bleated miserably.

    “Go ahead, run along,” Desiree said with a dismissive swat to my padded bottom.

    I waddled off and retreated to my bedroom to escape the humiliating encounter.

    Several days later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, having gotten up before my stepmom checked on me. And as usual, I couldn't stop myself from rubbing the bunny-soft, pillowy front of my diapers. Even though they were soaked from last night's bedwetting, it still felt incredible to caress the plasticky front and my tiny stub responded immediately. I was imagining Megan in my mind's eye, her delightful curves filling up and practically overflowing her sexy smooth push-up bra. I felt my orgasm bubbling up and was just about to explode when suddenly Desiree strode into the room unexpectedly.

    “WHAT IN HOLY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” she demanded angrily.

    My hands shot away from my diapers and I stuttered incomprehensibly.

    “I-um-I just...um...”

    “You little sissy masturbator!” she barked, “You are NOT to play with yourself in this house!”

    She snatched up the paddle from the dresser top and quickly took a seat on the edge of the mattress, yanking me over to her side and jerking my plastic panties down a in ring around my calves.

    “No! N-no!” I squealed weakly.

    Hauling me over her lap, she swiftly unpinned my wet diapers and pushed the soggy bulk back between my legs.

    Without warning, she smacked by damp bottom as hard as she could, eliciting a loud cry of anguish from my quivering mouth. I kicked as she brought down the paddle again and again, first against one soft cheek and then the other. I burst into tears and cried like a baby as she swatted my reddening bottom mercilessly, my feet scissoring helplessly behind me. The cruel wooden paddle scalded my tender skin viciously, filling the room with the loud, crisp swats and I wailed at the top of my lungs with each smack. Slapping the floor with the palms of my hands frantically, I squirmed like a fish out of water as she peppered my behind. With a crisp snap of her wrist, she began smacking the pink sides of my buns and I cried desperately. I knew from experience it was going to be three long days before I'd be able to sit down again without wincing.

    Finally, at long last, the terrible spanking was over. I lay over her lap, too weak to stand, sobbing my eyes out as she rested the paddle against my blazing bottom.

    “Young man—I am going to be checking your diapers from now on and if I find even the slightest trace of goo in them, you can count on another blistering spanking over my lap—do you understand me?”

    I nodded my head quickly and blurted out a wailing 'yes' between my sobs.

    “You're a disgusting little boy and I won't tolerate a masturbator in my house,” she emphasized her remark with another swift smack from the paddle, right across both bright red cheeks, making me howl in agony as a fresh set of tears tumbled down my wet face.

    A week later, it was about eight in the evening and I was just stepping out of the shower, when I heard my name being called from downstairs. I couldn't be sure, but when I opened the door, it also sounded as if my stepmom has some guests over to visit. Wrapping the towel around my torso, I hesitantly stepped over to the head of the stairs to look down towards the living room.

    “Brian; come downstairs, it's time to get you ready for bed,” I heard Desiree call to me.

    My heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t even nine yet! Tentatively, I slowly tip-toed down the stairwell, a growing fear that she intended to put me in my diapers in front of someone else. Putting aside Megan's friend, I certainly didn't want any other strangers to know about my bedwetting if I could help it!

    “Um, but what about...you know?” I said halfway down, not wanting to come down any further.

    “Brian—come down here this instant, I won't ask again,” I heard her say in a tone of voice with an edge to it.

    I swallowed hard and descended the staircase, seeing three of my stepmom's friends comfortably sitting along with her around the living room on the couch and easy chairs. I bit my lip nervously and my cheeks reddened as I suddenly spied the changing mat in the middle of the floor, along with a stack of fluffy cloth diapers, pins, baby powder and yellow nursery print plastic panties.

    Blushing hotly with shame, my spirits sank as the women looked at me expectantly, clearly having been told that the diapers were waiting for me.

    “Come along, we don't have all night,” Desiree said as she brusquely removed my towel and sat me down on the stack of diapers. My hands shot down to cover my embarrassing, tiny little package from everyone's intent gaze. The women giggled with amusement as my stepmom squeezed a glob of Desitin in the palm of her hand while her other one firmly grasped my ankles together and swung them up over my head. I squealed like a little girl and was forced to move my hands to maintain my balance as everyone was treated to a grand view of my bare bottom. My eyes misted with tears of humiliation as they all looked down on me both literally and figuratively. Here I was all of twelve years old, about to be pinned into my bedwetter's diapers in front of everyone. Could anything be worse for a budding teenager?

    “Looks like this little boy got his booty spanked,” one of them commented with a chuckle.

    My stepmom smeared the Desitin slowly across my bottom, leaving a thick, sticky coating across both cheeks.

    “That's right. I walked into his room to find him playing with himself and rubbing the front of his diapers. That earned him an immediate trip over my lap.”

    The women collectively giggled as one of them wagged her finger at me.

    “Naughty little boy. Now you know what happens to little boys that misbehave.”

    My cheeks blazed red as Desiree shook baby powder over my little genitals. As usual, all that one could see was the small, cap-shaped protuberance of my wee-wee above my toddler-sized sack.

    “Would anyone care to guess Brian's age?” she asked the group.

    “Judging by the size of his package, I'd say...three?” the blond one quipped.

    Everyone burst out laughing and a tear of humiliation trickled down my cheek.

    “Stop teasing me!” I whined in a pouty voice.

    I knew I sounded like a total wimp but I had to stand up for myself.

    “Aww,” the brunette said in a syrupy voice meant for toddlers, “I think the wittle one needs his bedtime bottle.”

    Once again, the group erupted in laughter. It was clear that they had absolutely zero respect for me.

    “Des—have you ever considered a chastity device for him?” the blonde asked, “I'll bet it would do him a world of good.”

    I cringed, not quite sure what she was talking about but instinctively knowing it probably wasn't in my best interests.

    My stepmom was halfway to pulling my diapers up between my legs when she stopped in mid movement.

    “You know—that's not a bad idea,” she said, clearly interested in the notion, “But could I get one small enough to fit him?”

    “These days, you can get them in any size,” her friend explained, ”I would suggest the Sissy Tamer, by LockedUpPansies.com. It was specifically designed for determined sissy masturbators with maximum security in mind so there would be no chance whatsoever he can escape. Trust me—once he's locked in that device, his days of erections are over. No more orgasms and no more playing with himself.”

    While it was mortifying to be getting pinned into my diapers like a baby in front of these women, it was even worse to be talked about by them in this way.

    “Well, that sounds like just what our little bedwetter needs,” my stepmom said with a big grin as she pinned the sides of my diapers snugly around my hips.

    I didn't like where this was headed at all! To have my orgasms taken away? Up until now, that had been the only source of pleasure I had enjoyed since being put back into diapers. And now this woman was giving my stepmom ideas that would put an end to my masturbating activities forever!

    “I-I d-don't think that's a good idea,” I mumbled even as I blushed anew at the idea of defending my naughty behavior.

    “No? Well that's too bad, young man,” my stepmom snapped as she positioned my plastic panties around my feet, “Because you clearly need a secure chastity device to prevent you from playing with yourself. And I'm going to order one for you right after I put you to bed.”

    I bunched my fists in mute frustration as she slowly brought the yellow nursery print plastic panties up my legs and began working them over my fat diapers.

    “Don't worry, sweetie,” the brunette said, a look of smug satisfaction on her face, “Before long, you won't even notice you're wearing one.”

    I swallowed hard as the others giggled.

    Pulling my sissy top over my head, Desiree stood me up to face the others.

    “Say goodnight to our guests, Brian,” she said with a pat on my fat, diapered bottom.

    Staring at the floor like a chastened toddler, I mumbled goodnight to them before my stepmom took my hand and led me waddling up to my room.

    Three days and six desperate orgasms later, the dreaded device showed up at the house via a UPS delivery. Desiree led me to my room where she took my pants down and had me sit on the changing pad that was on my bed. I fidgeted and squirmed, trying to think of some way to convince her to delay this terrible development.

    “Now Brian, I know you may think you don't need this but believe me, it's for your own good. I know your diapers are baby soft and they'll always be a constant temptation to you. But now you don't have to worry about that because your new chastity device will keep your little penis--sissy soft and safe. No more naughty erections and no more playing with yourself. Now you'll use your diapers for their intended purpose, and trust me--this will put a stop to your nasty behavior, once and for all.”

    I gulped hard and my little wee-wee shriveled in fear.

    She unlocked the strange looking contraption and holding the small steel ring in her hand, fed my little limp package through it, positioning it behind my sack. It was a snug fit, to be sure, but pushing one ball after the other, she eventually got in place. My feet kicked in frustration as she took the remaining cap-shaped part which was no bigger than the tip of my thumb, and carefully fit it over the tiny stub of my shaft. Pins allowed it to mate snugly against the cuff ring, mashing my imprisoned penis inside the cap as she slid a long key into the side, locking the two pieces together.

    “There!” she said, obviously very pleased, “It fits perfectly!”

    She beamed down at it with a look of total satisfaction.

    “No more erections and no more orgasms for you! Just soft diapers and plastic panties to keep your bed dry.”

    I grasped the minuscule device in my hand and shook it but it was clear that it was there to stay.

    “But how long am I gonna hafta wear it?” I whined bitterly.

    “That stays on until you stop your childish bedwetting, sissy boy,” she said as she crossed her arms over her substantial chest.

    “It's not fair!” I complained, slamming my fists against the mattress.

    “No? Well I think maybe I'll just put you in your diapers early today,” she quipped, always ready to up the ante with me, “That way, you can feel what it's like without having to wait until tonight.”

    Before I knew it, my stepmom was powdering me and pinning me into my humiliating diapers and plastic panties, this time, a lavender pair with lace around the legs and waistband. She swapped out my t-shirt for one of the newer cropped diaper shirts, one with a Barney applique across the chest she'd purchased online and finished with my lacy pink anklets.

    “There. Now if you need to use the bathroom, you come to me and I'll take your diapers down—do you understand me??”

    “Yes, Ma'am,” I muttered sullenly.

    As she left my bedroom, I sat down on the edge of the bed feeling sorry for myself and wondering how my situation could possibly get any worse. As I struggled to come up with a solution out of this mess, I began gazing out the window on the street below. A truck pulled up and I could see Megan was just arriving, being dropped off by her boyfriend, some big jock on the football team. What a world of difference there was between the two of us. Here I was, wearing a big, bulging baby's diaper, a sissy top and lacy anklets while my tiny penis was permanently locked away inside. I'll bet I was the only one at school without free access to his own willie! And I'll bet Megan had already stroked that guy's big cock to orgasm many times. That was certainly never going to happen to me. Not with her or any other girl now that it was locked in steel. Besides that, what girl would ever want to be with a sissy bedwetter who wore diapers and prissy plastic panties?

    Still sullen and pouting, I watched as she bent over to kiss him goodbye, her perfect shaped fanny pointed my way and framed by her skin-tight shorts. I sighed and unconsciously, began softly rubbing the front of my diapers. I was intensely jealous of her boyfriend, who no doubt got his way with her on a routine basis while she wouldn't even give me the time of day.

    The two of them seemed so very adult to me while they made me feel like nothing more than a bedwetting toddler in need of his diapers.

    For a moment, she stood up and was saying something to him and my eyes wandered over her succulent curves. To be sure, she had the sexiest body of all her friends, which were without exception, very attractive themselves. But Megan liked to push the envelope of what was socially acceptable for a teenage girl to wear and today's clinging pink top certainly did not disappoint.

    I rubbed my diapers furiously now, hungrily drinking in her busty profile from my voyeuristic vantage point as she continued her conversation with her boyfriend, oblivious to my lustful stares. Unfortunately, my little penis could only throb in frustrated angst as I rubbed the soft, pillowy front of my diapers, unable to get even the tiniest erection. I rubbed and rubbed, a bead of sweat trickling down my forehead but it was no use. All my efforts served to do was make me even hornier than I already was.

    Bunching my fists, I slammed them on the bed again, wanting to scream with exasperation. I tried to distract myself and think of something else but the sun was shining brightly on my new stepsister, making her look like a golden angel. She was so beautiful and sexy and my little nub throbbed in desperation, struggling in futility against the tiny steel cage surrounding it.

    Finally, she said her last goodbye, kissed him, and walked into the house out of sight. With a heavy sigh, I gave up and tried to think of something to get my mind off my raging libido.

    As the days went on, I found my stepmom taking longer and longer to remove my wet diapers in the morning and she would put me into them earlier in the evening as well. And because I wore them for most of the first half of the day, I found myself just wetting them again since there was little point in asking Desiree to remove them. I guess I was starting to get lazy about controlling my wetting.

    This came back to me one afternoon with terrible repercussions when I was walking down the hallway in my regular clothes and I suddenly heard Megan doing something in my room with one of her friends. I could hear them giggling and I just knew they were talking about my diapers and baby outfits. My ears and cheeks flushed a bright red with shame and in my panic I stood there and suddenly felt the front of my pants growing wet. My pee darkened the crotch area before flowing down my legs as I whimpered with fear and humiliation. Looking around wildly, I frantically tried to think where I could hide while I did something to conceal what I'd done.

    Just then, Megan and her friend walked out of my room and they stopped in their tracks as the stared at me and saw the clear evidence of my wet pants.

    “Mom?!” Megan called out loud enough that her voice carried throughout the house, making me wave my hands in a desperate panic to try and dissuade her.

    “No-no-no!” I cried hysterically.

    “Brian wet his pants!” she called out, looking me firmly in the eyes with an evil smirk on her face.

    Soon, my stepmom was stomping determinedly up the stairs to see what was going on, her beautiful features darkened with anger.

    The three of them surrounded me while Desiree clutched me by my ear.

    “Brian-you little sissy-you've just earned yourself a good, hard spanking!” she snapped.

    I started crying as she led me into my room with the other two following close behind.

    All too soon, I found myself in the very familiar position with my wet pants and underwear down around my ankles as my stepmom delivered another painful and humiliating punishment, blistering my bare bottom with her paddle as I howled and bawled like a baby.

    Megan and her friend watched the entire thing with gleeful delight and afterwards, I was put straight into my diapers.

    The next morning, I woke up to a dull pain as my little penis struggled and failed miserably to become erect inside the tiny confines of its steel cage. I groaned in misery, reaching inside the front of my soggy wet diapers to try and relieve the pain but nothing I did helped. To be sure, the dream I had just woken up from didn't help; nursing from Megan's big breasts like a baby and caressing her flawless skin. It seemed that now that I was wearing and wetting diapers every night, it was causing me to have dreams that were increasingly babyish.

    In any event, having woken from that intensely erotic scene, I was beside myself with horniness but there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.

    Just then, my stepmom came into the room, carrying a bulging red rubber bag with a long white hose that extended from it. Soapy suds were dripping from its sides and I could see it was bursting to capacity. Not sure what it was, I watched as she hung it up on a tall stand she pulled from the closet before guiding me out of bed and standing me up.

    “Wha-what are you gonna do?” I quaked, “Am I g-gonna get sp-spanked?”

    “No, sissy boy, that is—unless you decide to put up a fuss,” she said as she held a huge dildo nozzle in her hand, smiling as she looked me firmly in the eyes, “I'm going to give you a nice, soapy enema, Brian,” she said firmly, “It's just what every little sissy boy needs.”

    My lower lip quivered and I sniffled helplessly as she tugged my clinging plastic panties down off my sopping wet diapers and pulled them down around my ankles.

    “B-but—wait!” I cried as she pulled me across her lap, “I-I don't want this!”

    “Brian--it's obvious that you're not making any effort to stop your bedwetting, so I've decided that from now on, you're going to be wearing your diapers full time,” she said as she unpinned the soggy Birdseye cotton from around my hips.

    “N-no, no!” I wailed as my eyes filled with tears of shame.

    Pulling away the clammy wet cotton, I felt cool air upon my backside and I shivered a little. Suddenly, I felt her slippery finger at my rosebud and a dollop of Vaseline being pushed inside. I squealed like a little girl at this unwelcome invasion but she continued, making sure my snug passage was very well lubed.

    “This nozzle was specifically designed for sissies like you and you may find it a little big to begin with. However, the soft, pliable material ensures eventually it will all fit inside you, even if it stretches you a bit so my suggestion is that you just relax.

    “This is what you've been asking for and you're going to get this whether you like it or not,” she explained.

    I kicked my feet and whined miserably. I didn't ask for this at all!

    “No—I don't want that!”

    “Brian, I may tolerate your wet diapers but this will make sure you won't do any number twos in them. Now spread your legs and relax—it will go in much easier if you just submit.”

    Feeling the fat, blunt tip of the dildo nozzle pushing insistently at my hole, I squealed loudly again, flailing my arms in panic.

    “No-no! It's too big!” I cried.

    Suddenly, the big rubbery head popped through and past my sphincter making me moan helplessly.

    Looking up at the wall mirror opposite us, I could see my stepmom smiling with immense satisfaction.

    “Theeere,” she said soothingly, allowing my hole to get accustomed to the leviathan stretching me wide, “Just relax and take it. This is exactly what you need.”

    I was breathing hard as she slowly began pushing it in deeper, and I moaned again like a little girl. Never in my life had I had anything so big back there and I felt deeply emasculated.

    Soon, it was all the way in and I squealed loudly as she pushed on it, making sure I got every inch of the fat, rubbery invader.

    Without warning, I heard her undo the clip, and a raging torrent of soapy water suddenly surged into my bowels.

    “OOHHH!” I moaned helplessly.

    She left the valve open for about twenty seconds before finally clipping it shut.

    “Brian, you're going to get a nice, soapy enema every morning so I can be sure you won't be messing your diapers,” she told me simply.

    She squeezed and patted my right bottom cheek as she laid out my future.

    “It's obvious you enjoy wearing and wetting baby's diapers so I'm going to give you what every sissy truly wants deep down; to be treated like a little toddler.”

    Before I could grasp the significance of what she was saying, she opened the clip, releasing another soapy torrent deep into my bowels.

    “OOHHH!” I cried.

    “From now on, you'll be dressed like the little baby you've been acting like; diaper shirts, onesies, short, cute little dresses—everything an aspiring sissy bedwetter could ever want.”

    The water churned inside me, giving me cramps and making me moan again.

    “I thought we could keep your diapers for just bed times but after seeing you wet your pants yesterday, it's obvious you're just too immature for big boy underwear.”

    I moaned softly, trying to adjust to the quart of warm, soapy water flowing into me.

    “No, you're much better off with thick, thirsty diapers and rubber panties, so that's just what you'll wear.”

    My back hole ached from the mammoth dildo stretching it wide but my efforts to clench down on it did nothing and I was forced to take the enema at the pace of her choosing.

    “I want you to say after me; 'I'm a bedwetting sissy',” she instructed me.

    Releasing the clip, more water flowed into me, forcing a moan I was holding back.

    “I-I'm a b-bedwetting sissy,” I bleated.

    “That's right—you are. And bedwetting sissies need diapers and rubber panties don't they?” she taunted me.

    “Y-yes ma'am,” I admitted.

    “Say it, sissy,” she prompted me with a gentle squeeze of my right cheek.

    “I-I'm a bedwetting sissy and I need d-diapers and rubber p-panties,” I confessed.

    Desiree smiled with smug satisfaction at me in the wall mirror opposite us.

    “I think you're going to enjoy being my little toddler,” she said as the last of the water gurgled into my backside.

    From that day on, Desiree kept me in diapers and plastic panties around the clock, and I became the defacto baby of the house. As time went on, my stepmom and Megan began slowly converting my room into a true nursery, with colorful Disney Princess stickers covering the walls, and a pink carpet covering the floor as my collection of infantile outfits gradually grew. Eventually, I found out she'd thrown my sneakers away, to be replaced with glossy black or pink Mary Janes.

    The crowning achievement occurred when she had a contractor come in and convert my bed into a pink and white crib, complete with a mobile overhead. This is where I took my afternoon naps and after a while, my already tenuous bladder control gradually vanished. Although it had been my stepmom's intention that I notify her whenever I had to go, I was finding that even during the day when I was fully awake, I'd find myself just peeing freely, the warm urine soaking the thick cotton between my legs before seeping up into the thirsty seat. Eventually, after several wettings, they would start to sag and I would be forced to go find my stepmom and ask her to change my diapers.

    Her friends all enjoyed having a baby to play with and often, one of them would bottle feed me before my afternoon nap. It was so utterly humiliating, laying on the couch in the living room with my head in their lap, wearing one of my baby dresses or onesies, Mary Janes, and my exposed sissy diapers. Everyone loved to check me to see if I was wet and if I was (which was usually the case), my diapers would be changed before everyone present. This often happened in front of Megan and her friends and eventually, they all began to see me as nothing but a diaper-dependent sissy baby.

    Although I gradually came to accept my circumstances, the enforced chastity was much more difficult to deal with. Every morning I would wake up in my crib, soaking wet but ravenously horny, rubbing the front of my soggy but fluffy diapers yet never able to satiate my needs. And since Megan had lost whatever respect she may have ever had for me, she also lost any inhibitions she might have had about going around the house in just her underwear. While she would never have done it with a male teenager under the same roof, now she saw me as little more than an impotent, harmless, diaper-dependent infant. Nevertheless, watching her saunter down the hall in nothing but her bra and panties would make my tiny penis ache painfully in its steel cage. It left me edgy and cranky, chewing in frustration on the fat rubber pacifier that was now a permanent part of my wardrobe.

    Sometimes, when her mom was busy, she would relegate the task of my daily enema to Megan, who took to it with eager enthusiasm. She loved to see me helplessly squirm and squeal across her lap, as she slowly fed two quarts of warm, soapy water into my bottom. I became intimately familiar with that huge dildo nozzle and a secret part of me even began to savor the feeling as the fat, slippery shaft slid deep into my rectum every morning. Perhaps it was the absence of any sort of sexual relief or orgasms that I began to crave the feeling of being filled by that titanic instrument.

    Another aspect of having my erections and orgasms taken away is that I became increasingly submissive to both Desiree and Megan (and of course, their friends). I no longer fought with the latter—instead, I obediently did her bidding, like cleaning her room and hand washing her lingerie. By now, she had complete authority from my stepmom to discipline me as she saw fit, and if she found my work unsatisfactory, I could count on taking a trip over her lap to have my bottom soundly paddled.

    Having said that, as time went on and I gradually slipped comfortably into the role of their sissy baby, the two of them began to soften their attitudes toward me. I found that the more I embraced the lifestyle of a helplessly incontinent, diaper-wetting sissy, and gave them my unquestioning obedience, the more they warmed to me and treated me like part of the family.

    They say a sissy is always the last to recognize what he truly is and I guess I'm no exception. After a while, I came to love the ritual of having my soaking wet diapers changed, to be replaced with a fluffy soft new set of pampers. Or being dressed in the morning by my doting stepmom into a frilly new sissy dress complete with glittery tights. I secretly loved the sassy ruffles of my pink rumba panties as she pulled them over my fat, bulging diapers. And I could see the pride in her beautiful face as she combed my now longish hair into pigtails, securing them with two shiny pink bows.

    Leading me downstairs to the living room, I'd happily take my place in my playpen, watching my favorite children's channel as I played with my plush toys while my new Mommy would visit with her friends.

    All in all, life was pretty darn good for this bedwetting sissy.

    THE END

    anonymous

    Hi Bobby,

    Do you recommend public humiliation? Like wearing some sissy clothes and diapers to the store. I’ve really been wanting to try it.

    Sure, if you’re brave enough to try it (or better--have someone force you). I think it’s a natural sissy activity and even better if you get caught so everyone will find out you wear diapers.

    anonymous

    HI will you be adding some new pictures soon on Fet life. I see 1 new picture and enjoy your content so so much. My favorite is the one with the caption about if your mother could see you now climbing into the crib for nap time while other boys are out playing she is in your room diapering you getting you ready for a nap.... so familiar at my house back then

    I don’t like to add pics too often, otherwise they can get really repetitive (which they probably already are).

    I prefer to do quality over quantity.

    anonymous

    I'm very much looking forward to your new story. Any chance you could post chapters as they're written or something? Sorry I'm impatient T.T

    Mmm, I really don't like to post stuff before it's finished. in some cases, I find it necessary to go back and change the beginning or tweak the story in some way. In that regard, I'm something of an obsessive perfectionist.

    As the story stands right now, our sissy hero has moved into his dad's girlfriend's house (his new stepmom), who proves to be very strict and favoring towards her own daughter (who also happens to be hot). However, the trauma of the new setting cause him to start wetting the bed. After getting a good hard paddling, the stepmother takes him to the store to get diapers and plastic panties for his problem.

    This story will have tons of humiliating scenes for our sissy protagonist as he slides gradually into babyhood.

    anonymous

    Ah sorry. It means direct message. As you can see, there's no other way to respond directly without making another post.

    Hmm, sorry. I'm not very internet savvy.

    However, you can always reach me over at Fetlife.com (Bobby1111 user name), plus there are many more pics there.

    anonymous

    I'm so looking forward to the new story 🥰 how long have you been working on it?

    I’ve been working on it steadily for a couple weeks now. Our sissy hero has already been spanked and his stepmom has arranged for him to wear diapers for his nightly bedwetting.

    There is much more to come!

    anonymous

    Bobby just wondering if you could add to Tumblir two of what I consider your finest, albeit earliest ,works: The Continuing Adventures of Baby Bobby, and The Further Adventures of Baby Bobby. I guarantee that readers of Tumblir unfamiliar with your work will sing their praises.

    Wow, those are my very first stories ever written, easily decades old.

    I'll have to review them and see if they're still up to my standards.

    anonymous

    Bobby, do you accept ideas for stories? Do you have a DM somewhere?

    I’m always happy to hear new ideas, however, I only write when I’m truly inspired, so if something doesn't speak to me for whatever reason, it’s kind of a dead end.

    Not sure what you mean by DM(?)

    New Story!

    Heya peeps, I’m working on a new story, my first one in quite a while so let’s cross our fingers I have the creative flow to bring it to a successful conclusion.

    This one involves a sissy who’s parents divorce when he’s young, inevitably leading him to start wetting the bed. His strict but very hot stepmom, decides that diapers and plastic panties are the best solution but alas, this begins our hero’s downward spiral to helpless sissy babyfication.

    This story will have elements of humiliation, diapers, bedwetting, chastity and spankings.

    anonymous

    Do you plan on writing a prequel to "A Change for Danny?"

    I'd love to know how he got put back into diapers. I like imagine it was just like with Jimmy

    Hmm, I'm just not sure there's enough meat on those bones to be able come up with a new story.

    Surprise!

    Chapter One


    Loud, booming music filled the darkened room of the nightclub, making conversation difficult for anyone but the person in one's immediate vicinity. Unfortunately, there was no one in my immediate vicinity as I nursed my drink, alone at the bar, as usual.

    The company I worked for, a well established bank in town, had rented the club for the evening to celebrate a merger with a rival financial institution. But as I tended to be something of an introvert, I found myself secluded in a room full of people. It wasn't that I was ugly, but I was considered somewhat of a geek by my co-workers and the fact was, my friends were few and far between.

    It didn't help that I was still a virgin at 22. Of course, I hotly denied it to everyone around me but I don't think anyone believed me. The fact was, my list of achievements with girls could be counted on one hand. There was Sylvia, from the comic book club, who I briefly shared an evening making out in the back of her car. That night had ended ignominiously when I had prematurely ejaculated in my pants while kissing her.
    And then there was Wendy, who upon discovering my minuscule, pre-pubescent sized boner, broke into gales of laughter and abandoned me in our high school parking lot, horny and ashamed of myself.

    So my record with women was hardly something to be proud of. I had resigned myself to a life of solitary exclusion, masturbating at home in my pathetic studio apartment.

    My sad self reflection was interrupted by the sudden presence of a person coming up to the bar next to me.

    "I'll get a glass of the Cab," she said in a cool, commanding voice.

    I shivered with instant recognition and my heart skipped a beat. Without turning my head, I knew without a doubt it was my supervisor, Denise.
    She had started several months ago and quickly rose through the ranks while I still remained a lowly clerk. She had an authoritative air about her and she was used to getting her way. At 5' 10", she towered over me and with her ubiquitous high heels, she was, in fact, a full head taller. I always felt like a fumbling child in her presence, and even though she'd barely said more than a couple words to me during the few months she'd worked at the bank, I was completely intimidated by her.

    It wasn't just the force of her personality. She was stunningly beautiful too, with long, jet black hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down the middle of her back. She had steely blue eyes that took my breath away and made me unable to hold her gaze. But everyone agreed that she was the prettiest woman that had ever worked at the bank and with her cute nose and full, sensuous lips, she could have easily been a model.
    Besides being tall and statuesque, she also had a narrow waist and big, impossible-to-ignore breasts. Her full, generous cups seemed to overflow from the restrictive confines of her sheer blouses and there was many a night I had spent, diddling myself as I fantasizing about her and her fabulous body.

    As she waiting for her wine, I stared ahead, afraid to look over at her, my heart pounding in my chest and my mouth suddenly dry. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see the slinky black cocktail dress she was wearing, so low cut and revealing that our doddering old fool of a bank manager, Mr. Jenkins, had blushed when he first saw it this evening. At the same time, the female bank workers were looking at her with knives while the males were practically drooling over themselves. The latter group had done everything in their power to get her out on a date but so far, she had rejected them all. I could only speculate what sort of man could live up to her standards but I knew he would have to be incredible.
    For my own part, I was content just to stay out of her way and not have her dislike me, at least not overtly.

    "What are you drinking?" Denise asked casually.
    My heart skipped a beat. Hastily, I looked around, certain she was talking to someone else.
    When I could see no other person within shouting distance, I gulped hard and briefly looked up into her crystalline sapphire-blue eyes.
    "Um--uh, j-just beer," I replied lamely.
    I instantly hated myself for my abysmal social skills. She must have thought I was the lowliest turd in the room.
    And yet, instead of rolling her eyes (as I'd seen her do before), she flashed me an impish smile which only made her look more radiant, if that was even possible.

    "You're name's Chris, right?" she asked.
    I blushed with pride that she actually knew my name, despite the fact we had worked in the same small building for four months together.
    "Uh, y-yes," I stammered, "Hi Denise," I croaked.
    I felt so utterly unworthy of having a conversation with her. My palms were sweating and I felt the eyes of every guy in the room upon us.

    Her glass of wine appeared but she ignored it.
    "Want to dance?" she asked simply.
    I swallowed hard in disbelief.
    "M-me?" I stammered as I pointed to myself incredulously.
    "I'm not talking to anyone else, am I?" she replied dryly.
    I cleared my throat nervously. What was I going to say? No? I would have walked home naked if she had asked me.
    "Um, s-sure," I said uncertainly.

    We made our way out to the dance floor and I followed behind like her little puppy. Just watching her walk was an intensely arousing experience, with her perfect buns and the feminine sway of her curvy hips. Gazing at her long, sexy legs, I felt myself getting hard in my pants.

    It seemed like I was panting before we even began to dance and I was seeing a side of her I hadn't seen before. Whereas at the bank, she carried herself with a cool, professional demeanor--here, she was like an exotic dancer, so completely exciting and delicious in every way.
    She slid up against me and I shivered with delight. Her dance was tortuously erotic and once again, I could feel the eyes of everyone watching us. I smiled foolishly with pride at being the one that Denise chose to dance with--this was the single most amazing point of my entire life!

    As the beat grew slower, she moved up close to me and deliberately ground herself against my thigh. It was all too much for me. I shuddered and abruptly climaxed in my pants.

    She immediately sensed a change and she looked at me strangely.
    "What's wrong?"
    I shook my head and blushed hotly.

    "N-nothing, I'm okay," I lied.
    Suddenly, her slim hand reached down and cupped my crotch, feeling the damp spot forming in front. I jerked away like her hand was a red hot poker, ashamed of my pathetic lack of control.

    "Chris, did you just cum in your pants?" she asked pointedly, her left eyebrow rising in a show of incredulity.
    "No--I-I...." I stammered at a loss for words.

    "I better take you home, I think you've had more than you can handle for one night."
    I blushed fire engine red and looked down at the floor in shame. Taking me by the hand, she led me past the groups of staring employees who were fortunately ignorant of my shameful deed.
    We walked out to the parking lot, Denise leading the way and holding my hand like I was child. I felt so humiliated, having her think I had no more control than a pimply-faced 13 year-old boy.

    Opening the door to her Lexus, she pushed me in without giving me a chance to explain myself.
    "Really, I-I can drive myself home," I tried to tell her.
    "Oh no, you're coming home with me," she said firmly, "I have something you need at my house."
    I couldn't imagine what she was talking about, but I was relieved that she at least wasn't laughing at me or scorning me openly in front of our other co-workers.
    As she drove us through the darkened city streets, her delicate, manicured hand came to rest on my thigh, which she began to rub softly.

    "So...do you find me sexy?" she asked, her voice taking on a sensuous timbre.
    "Oh my god--yes," I replied without equivocation.
    "Well, I think you're kind of cute too, Chrissey," she said with that impish smile again.
    Even though she had used a more feminine form of my name, I could hardly protest because her hand was making it's way over to my crotch.
    "What have you got hiding down in there?" she asked playfully.
    I froze with nervousness, afraid of what she would discover. Even when I was fully erect, my penis was no more than two inches--on my best day. Limp, it could barely be referred to as my "manhood".

    "Hmm..." she said as she reached further down, "I'm not finding anything...are you sure you have a cock?" she teased.
    I felt the sides of my cheeks burning with shame and my neck getting red as well.
    "Y-yes," I stammered, "it's-it's just not, um, very big."
    "Well, I'll have to take your word for it, cause I'm not finding anything."
    This was mortifying to have to go through again, with her, of all people.

    At last, we pulled into her driveway and the humiliating inquiry was interrupted. We got out and went into her house where she gave me a beer from out of her refrigerator. Pouring herself a glass of red wine she instructed me to follow her down the hallway.

    "Chrissey, if you're going to be with me, we're going to have to take some steps to take care of your little problem."
    I wasn't sure if she was referring to the size of my penis or my tendency to prematurely ejaculate, neither of which I was very proud of.
    Turning to face me, she reached down and began unbuttoning my pants.
    "Wha-what are you doing?" I squeaked, suddenly nervous again.
    "Look. Let's get something straight--in this relationship, I make the rules. If you can't deal with that, you can walk out the door right now and I'll never speak to you again," she said defiantly.
    The color drained from my face. How could I tell this incredibly gorgeous woman no? How could I deny her anything?

    "I...I'm okay with that," I said meekly.
    "Good. I'm glad to hear it," she said, her voice taking on a bossy tone, "because I have something here that will help your little problem."

    I still didn't know what she had in mind but I stood there like a child as she unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. I shivered as her smooth hands slipped inside my underwear and pulled them down, ignoring the gooey wet spot on the front. She looked at my shriveled member and shook her head, making me blush all over again. I groaned with embarrassment as she reached into her dresser drawer and took out a clear plastic device of some sort.

    "I only hope this is small enough," she said as she took it apart and then put the pieces aside.
    Despite my humiliation, I felt myself getting aroused all over again. As she was bending over, I couldn't help but gaze down the scoop neck of her cocktail dress and stare at the two big twins spilling out of her top. They were truly massive and they pushed up against each other, creating an unbelievably sexy cleavage. As I felt her handling my sack, I started to get erect once more.

    "That's good, keep staring at my breasts, Chrissey," she said as if reading my mind, "it'll help me to get your little penis into this device."
    I whimpered as she placed a clear ring around the base of my genitals and with a little lube, began pushing my semi-erect member into a short, cock-shaped tube with a slit at the end.

    "Wait--wha-what are you doing?" I asked suddenly apprehensive.
    "Something your mommy should have done a long time ago," she said as she squashed my erection, pushing the tube up against the ring to mate it with the pins facing forward. In no time, she took a small lock and slipped it through the hole in front, clicking it closed with an air of finality. My penis, small as it was, felt stuffed into the device and it was now forced into a downward facing angle.

    "There, that should take care of that little problem," she said with a smug look on her face.
    "But...but how am I going to get any satisfaction now?" I asked dumbly.
    "You've already had your satisfaction, and I hope it was good for you because it will be the last orgasm you have for quite a while."
    Before I could protest, she continued without pausing.
    "And now, we need to take care of a little unpleasant business. Well...unpleasant for you, that is," she said with a smirk as she reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a long rectangular wooden paddle with air holes in it.

    "Wait--what are you gonna do?" I quaked nervously as I tried to back away from her.
    "This will help you understand who makes the rules in this relationship," she snapped as she snatched my wrist and yanked me over her sexy lap.
    "Wait! Stop!" I cried desperately.
    I hadn't been spanked since my mom caught me masturbating at the age of sixteen. She had quickly reduced me to tears (as she always did) in short order and I didn't want a repeat here. With the floor only inches from my face, I tried to get up off her lap but she held me in place with steel-like strength.
    Denise gripped my shirt firmly with her left hand as her right arm swung up in an avenging arc with the paddle.
    "Stop it! Stop it!" I wailed as I kicked my feet frantically.

    The paddle swooped down and landed squarely across both my bare cheeks, searing them like a hundred wasp stings.

    "OWW-WOW-OWW!!!"

    SMACKKKK!!!

    Another harsh swat landed right where the first one did and I gasped in shock, my eyes bugging out of my head. I struggled mightily against her but nothing I did could extricate myself from her grasp.

    SMACKKK!! SMACKKKK!!

    A few moments ago, I had been worried about the chastity device but that was the last thing on my mind right now. My eyes filled with tears and I looked down at her high heels, spread a little apart to give her support as she spanked me hard like a naughty little boy.
    Her paddle rained down on my defenseless bottom again and again, scalding it and turning it into a flaming sea of crimson welts. I tried to hold back but I couldn't take it anymore. As her harsh paddle swatted my tender cheeks over and over, I burst into tears and sobbed like a baby.

    She kept up her punitive rhythm and I slapped my hands in the floor in frustration and impotence. How could I ever have imagined this is how I would be spending my evening? Why was she punishing me so thoroughly? This was certainly no sensual play spanking, but a blistering paddling that would leave me unable to sit for some time.
    Every time I tried to position one of my cheeks away from her attentions, she'd smack it especially hard several times.

    Tears were streaming down my face and my nose was running when she finally stopped and let me up. Standing me on my shaky legs, I stamped my feet and rubbed my throbbing, blazing cheeks. For several moments, I just bawled unashamedly in front of her, knowing I looked like nothing more than a defeated, punished child.
    She gazed back at me with a look of tremendous satisfaction, a pleased, superior smile on her pretty face.

    "Why did you spank me so hard?" I sobbed in bitter frustration.

    "So you'd know who wears the pants around here," she said as she stood up. Reaching her hands out, she took me into her arms and held me close, burying my face into the soft, pillowy cushions of her big breasts. I cried and cried, my chest heaving as she softly stroked my swollen, flaming bottom. "There, there, baby, get it all out," she whispered softly in my ear. Despite the intense, searing pain on my cheeks, it was wonderful to have my nose deep between her beautiful boobs. They smelled fantastic and felt even better against my wet, sobbing face. For so long, since the first day Denise started working at the bank, I had fantasized about doing just this, although, certainly not under these circumstances. "And now, it's time my little sugarplum took care of mommy," she said with a coy smile.

    Chapter Two Holding my face gently in her slim hands, Denise bent down and gave me a long, slow, sensuous kiss. I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling myself helplessly melting in her soft hands. She tasted fabulous and it was obvious she was in no hurry to end our embrace. I felt so confused! The same beautiful woman that had just paddled my bottom to a five alarm fire and made me cry like a baby was giving me the most passionate kiss of my life! Although my mind may have been confused, my penis certainly wasn't. It expanded within the chastity device until it was straining like a Pit Bull against it's leash. Without thinking, I reached down to alleviate the constriction but could do little other than helplessly grasp my imprisoned wiener in futility. It throbbed with frustration and angst. Denise reached down and tweaked my nipple, making me groan with desire. "I have a surprise for you," she said finally as she ended the kiss and whispered in my ear. "You-you do?" I asked breathlessly. I was so worked up and aroused--I wanted her desperately! "I have a very big surprise for you," she said, and even though I thought I heard a trace of mirth in her voice, I was so excited, I dismissed it. "I want you on your knees, Chrissey," she told me with a provocative smile on her pretty face. Maybe she wanted me to lick her pussy? If so, I certainly didn't have any objections. I had never been that close to a woman's sex before but I figured it couldn't be that difficult. Presumably, she'd tell me what she wanted if I wasn't doing it right. "Um, will you teach me how to do it?" I asked her timidly. "Oh yes," she grinned, "I'll train you to be the very best." As I knelt before her on my knees, she took a small object in her hands and pressed a button. I thought I heard some mechanical device being turned on but I couldn't be sure and as I glanced around the room, I couldn't see anything apparent. "What was that?" I asked innocently. "Don't you worry your little head about it, Chrissey, you just need to focus on the job ahead of you," she said, still grinning. Part of me suspected she had something up her sleeve but I couldn't imagine what it was, and in any case, I wanted to prove to her I could satisfy her like a man. "Close your eyes, Chrissey, it's time for your big surprise," she instructed me. Doing as I was told, I knelt in place, not understanding why such a thing would be necessary. I heard her moving a bit and thought I could discern her pulling her panties down her legs. My breathing quickened as I imagined her sex--was it shaved down there? That would be super sexy, I mused.

    "Open your mouth, sissy," she told me, "Nice and wide...wider, Chrissey...that's it...nice and wide...good boy." I heard her giggling and couldn't imagine what she found so amusing. "Here you go...just what every sissy boy needs," she said. Suddenly, I felt a warm, massive object being pushed into my mouth, quickly filling it to capacity. My eyes shot open and I squealed with shock. Denise had a fat, gargantuan cock and she had just thrust it deep into my mouth! I felt her hands firmly holding the back of my head, preventing me from escaping but I struggled anyway. "Surprise!" she said with a throaty chuckle. "AWFGH!!!!" I gagged as she pushed her cock all the way in, all the way to my larynx, nearly choking me. She smiled down on me wickedly, keeping her hands on the back of my head as she pulled her member out a little and then shoved it back in. Each time, I gagged and struggled to breathe through my nose. "Don't worry sissy, you'll be getting plenty of practice. Just use your tongue...that's it...thaaaat's it...suck that big lollipop," she said in a husky voice. I didn't want to accommodate her but there was little I could do as she thrust it in and out of my mouth, forcing me to suck her titanic phallus. "This is right where you belong, on your knees with a big, hard cock in your mouth..." She paused only long enough to moan deliriously. "Oh yessss...That's it...show mommy what a good little cocksucker you are..." I couldn't believe what I was doing. Was I really sucking my supervisor's cock right now? On my knees, giving my hot boss a sloppy blowjob? My lips were wrapped around the slippery shaft of her big, thick cock and she slid it in and out of my warm, wet mouth at a pace of her own choosing. "More tongue...that's it...that's my little sissy...Mommy's going to teach you to be the best little cocksucker there is..." Her words were so humiliating to hear, and yet, I felt like I had no choice. I could only hope and pray that if she decided to cum, she'd pull it out of my mouth first. One time, I had experimented with my own, tasting the strange semen while masturbating and I hadn't liked it at all. "Maybe I'll have you do this to me in the break room at work...would you like that, Chrissey?" Needless to say, with eight inches of hard cock meat stuffed into my mouth, I was in no position to respond. Some of her precum was leaking as I sucked on her and the salty taste mixed with my saliva like a lubricant. Her fat shaft was pistoning in and out and a steady stream of drool was dribbling down my chin. "Get ready sissy...oh...oh...oh-my-god, I'm...I'm about to..." Her voice trailed off. Her thrusts into my willing mouth were becoming more urgent and I sensed her orgasm was not far off. It felt like she was practically raping my mouth, battering her big pole in and choking me, only to pull it out and thrust it back in again. My head was getting dizzy from all the pounding until she stopped abruptly and held my head tightly in place with both of her hands. The head of her cock was positioned just inside my mouth, with my lips wrapped around the big, bulbous head. "OHHHHH!!! OH MY GODDD!!!" she shrieked. I felt her cock swell in my mouth, followed by a huge explosion as she came like a tidal wave. Instantly, my mouth was filled to capacity with hot, creamy semen and I gagged as I struggled to swallow it. No sooner did I gulp it down, when she blew a fresh batch into my mouth, filling it to overflowing. I squealed and shook my hands in the air, desperate to get relief from the mighty cannon my lips were wrapped around. Semen spilled out of the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin. I tried to back off and get away but she continued to hold my head firmly in her hands, forcing me to take all her cum as she thrust her hard cock all the way in and shot a third load, right down my throat. All the time, she was gasping for air as she roiled in the throes of her multiple orgasm. I could hardly breathe and I swallowed again and again, trying to keep up with what seemed like a fire hydrant. At last, the spasms lessened, and she leaned back against her bed, exhausted, her beautiful blue eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Oh my god, that felt good...I've wanted to cum in your mouth for months now," she confessed between gasps for breath. I blushed with humiliation at having willingly sucked a cock and swallowed her massive load of semen, to say nothing of being the object of her pervy desires. My lips and chin were sticky with cum and the inside of my mouth was slick with her semen. Blushing furiously, I swiped my arm across my face even as I subconsciously licked the cum from around the corners of my mouth. "But it's true," she said still trying to catch her breath, "Ever since I first saw you in the bank, I've pictured you on your knees, with my cock in your mouth--and we both know that's where you really belong. "With that tiny little penis of yours, you're useless as a man, but as a cocksucking sissy, I think you have a very bright future," she giggled. Reaching down, she grasped my locked up genitals and gave them a shake. "And fortunately, we've taken care of that little problem," she smirked, "with emphasis on little." I stood up, shaken and upset, my cheeks burning with shame. "Honestly, you didn't really think you were ever going to satisfy a woman with that tiny thing, did you?" Her scorn washed over me and made me want to cry again. Craning my neck to look up into her pretty and confident face, I felt so completely inferior to her while she stood there, her hands on her hips and looking down at me with that smug, superior expression of hers. "Aww, come here baby," she said, taking me in her arms again and using a voice reserved for toddlers. Once more, she pushed my nose into her deep cleavage and held me there, stroking the back of my head tenderly. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," she said soothingly, "Don't be upset, okay?" She reached down and kissed my ear to comfort me. I was so confused! My emotions were all over the place! In one moment, Denise could be as cruel as my worst enemy, and in the next, loving and warm. Meanwhile, I breathed in deeply of her feminine scent and savored the wonderful feeling of her big, soft breasts against my face. "Okay Chrissey, you've been through a lot today, I think it's time you got a little reward," she said in a seductive voice. Wondering what she had in mind, I pulled my face away as she took one of her long nailed fingers and pulled the spaghetti strap of her dress aside, letting it fall past her shoulder. As the dress fell away, it revealed the cup of her sexy satin black push-up bra. I licked my lips as she reached between the cups to undo the clasp holding them together. "Is this what baby wants?" she cooed to me. I nodded hungrily and she peeled back the cup from her right breast to reveal a big pink aureole and a perky nipple. "Here sissy, suck from Mommy's breast," she urged me. Since she was so tall, I hardly needed to bend over to accommodate her. I happily wrapped my lips around her warm nipple and suckled, feeling waves of bliss washing over me. "That's just what Mommy's baby needs, hm, sugarplum?" she asked me in a sweet voice. I nodded and savored the taste of her nipple, reaching up with my right hand to fondle her left breast. "Nope, hands off sissy, that's not for you to touch," she scolded me lightly. I whimpered but continued enjoying the wonderful nipple in my mouth. "Hmm...I'm starting to think Mommy needs to get some clothing more appropriate for her baby...like maybe some diapers and plastic pants? What do you think, baby Chrissey? Is that what my little sugarplum needs?" I shook my head and mumbled no, although it was considerably muffled with her gigantic breast filling my mouth. "Well...I don't know Chrissey, I think you're more of a sissy baby than you've led us to believe...I might just have to get some baby clothing for you and dress you up properly. "One thing's for sure...I'm taking you off the market so I can have you all to myself," she said as she beamed down on my blushing face, "I have big plans for you, Chrissey."

    Chapter Three

    For the next three days at work, Denise practically ignored me. Once, when I tried to talk with her alone in the hallway, she simply brushed me aside and said she was "busy". I couldn't understand it. What had I done wrong? Had I not submitted to her completely that first night?

    Despite my shock at discovering her anatomy, I still found her incredibly sexy. She still had that gorgeous model-esque face and the big boobs to die for. Every time I thought of suckling from her hard nipples, I swooned.

    All week after the night at her house, my heart was doing somersaults--that a woman so totally out of my league would be interested in me, just blew me away. But then, I also couldn't understand why was she so cool with me at work. It hurt my feelings that she made no acknowledgment of what had happened between us and yet, I couldn't get her off my mind. I worked at my counter, constantly daydreaming about her. Every time she walked into the room, my heart stopped beating and my eyes followed her every move.

    The other issue was, I was beside myself with horniness. I had never gone more than a couple days without being able to masturbate freely and this chastity device of hers was killing me! I had tried everything I could to remove it but it's design was devilishly made to prevent any kind of escape.

    I found myself waking up in the middle of the night, my nighttime erections becoming a source of pain I never thought possible. I found that if I got up and walked around, the budding erection and the associated discomfort would subside, but it was still tremendously frustrating.

    I made a vow to demand Denise remove the device the very next time we were alone.

    On the other hand, my social standing at the bank had gone up considerably since the party. All the guys thought I was some kind of stud and even the cool ones who never talked to me looked at me in a whole new light. If only they knew I had been on my knees that night, swallowing load after creamy load of Denise's semen!

    I tried to block out that experience but the fact was, I was so horny all the time now, I was willing to put that aspect of her aside. In the big scheme of things, I rationalized that it just wasn't that important.
    But regardless, I didn't think it was fair for her to ignore me and leave me locked up like this.

    Finally, on Friday, I found a brief note left at my counter station along with a stack of checks. It said; 'Be at my place 9 pm sharp--Denise'.

    I sighed and held the note to my chest, smiling to myself. She did care about me after all.

    That night, after a fresh shower and a change into my best shirt and slacks, I showed up Denise's door with a bouquet of flowers, precisely at 9 pm on the dot. When the door opened, my heart stopped and I was momentarily breathless. She looking absolutely ravishing with her long black hair falling in curls over her bare shoulders and a dark red lipstick on her sensuous lips.
    Once again, I was struck by the difference between her attire at work and how she looked when outside of it. She was wearing a black Lycra bustier with a matching skirt and of course, her usual sexy high heels. Around her neck, she wore a thin gold necklace with the key to my chastity device on it, as if taunting me with my freedom.

    She gave me a coy smile and then reached down, gently holding my face and planting a long, erotic kiss on my lips that left me panting.

    "Hi Chrissey, glad you could make it," she said with a playful wink, "The flowers are lovely."
    An electric rush rippled through me. I gulped as I drank in her beauty and all the demands and frustrations of the week seemed to evaporate. I had intended to make her remove my device and complain about her ignoring me but now that I was actually face to face with her, my heart was doing cartwheels and I couldn't find the words. I was just happy to see her smiling at me again--everything else seemed trivial by comparison.

    As we went inside, she turned and took me into her arms, pushing my nose into that source of nirvana, her deep cleavage. I sighed and nuzzled, happier than I could ever remember being in my life.

    "Did you like nursing from my boobs last time, Chrissey?" she asked softly in my ear.
    "Oh yes, that was awesome!" I exclaimed.
    "I liked it too," she replied, "I think you're just the sweetest little sissy I've ever known and for some reason, you bring out the mommy in me.
    "How would my baby like to go into my bedroom and nurse again?" she asked.
    "Oh yes--for sure!" I replied enthusiastically.
    Even though I didn't like the reference to being a baby, the thought that she saw me as "hers" made my heart swell with pride and joy.
    Taking my hand, she led me down the hallway into her large bedroom with it's four poster king bed. However, as walked through the threshold, I was quick to discover that she had placed several items on the bed, none of which I found welcome.

    A thick set of cloth diapers, baby powder, plastic pants and pins lay next to a frilly pink top of some sort. And next to that, was Denise's fearsome Spencer paddle, ready for immediate use. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped in my tracks.

    "Chrissey, I want to dress you up in a cute little outfit I picked out just for you--I know you'll just love it."
    She beamed at me like she was presenting me with a new car.
    "B-but, I'm not a baby," I protested in a whining voice.
    "Oh, I think you're very babyish," she immediately replied, "You have a little baby penis, you have an obvious fetish for breastfeeding, and let's face it, you're hardly much of a man."

    Once again, her words stung me to the core. It seemed like Denise could go from one extreme to the other in the blink of an eye, from loving to cruel without a second thought.
    "But I don't want to wear diapers!" I complained bitterly.

    The fact was, the sight of those diapers and plastic pants brought strong, unpleasant memories of my early teens flooding back, from a time when I had been a habitual bedwetter. My mom had responded by putting me in diapers and plastic pants every night and the practice continued for several years--in fact, pretty much up to the point at which I moved out. I still had the occasional accident in bed but since I had few, if any visitors over to my apartment, I never gave the problem or the associated smell much thought.
    And now, Denise wanted to put me back in diapers just like my mom!

    "I won't do it," I said, but my voice lacked conviction.
    The warm smile on Denise's face vanished, to be replaced by an angry scowl.
    "What did I tell you about obeying my instructions?" she snapped as she went over and picked up the paddle, "Do I need to put you over Mommy's lap again?"
    Her voice had taken on a stern edge to it, and the hair went up on the back of my neck.
    I gulped nervously and looked around the room in a panic. I didn't want to blow my relationship with this beautiful babe but I didn't want to be dressed up like a baby, or be thought of in that way.
    And yet, the steely determination in her pretty blue eyes as she held that hard wooden paddle in her hands made my knees weak. I held an instinctive fear of being spanked from my experiences growing up under my strict mother.
    And it had taken days for the bruising to go down on my bottom after my last session over Denise's lap---I wasn't about to do that again.

    "What's it going to be, Chrissey? A hard spanking--followed by diapers...or just the diapers? It's up to you," she said crossing her arms across her impressive chest, her voice as hard as iron.
    I felt like I was being scolded by my mom all over again and my will, never very strong, crumbled before this tower of female authority.
    "Just-just the diapers, please," I squeaked.

    "That's better," she said, sounding smug and superior once again.
    Putting the paddle down on the top of her dresser (to my vast relief), she scooped up a large pink pacifier and held it before my mouth.
    "Suck on this baby, while Mommy puts you into your diapers."

    I whimpered weakly and reluctantly parted my lips as she pushed it in, the fat rubber nipple filling my mouth and making any kind of coherent speech impossible.
    "You are not to remove that under any circumstances, got it?" she demanded.
    I nodded my head mutely as she began undoing my pants and taking my shoes off.
    What had I gotten myself into? It seemed that every encounter with Denise took me deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.

    Her demeanor changed when my chastised penis came into view and she suddenly giggled to herself.
    "And how's Chrissey's little pee-pee doing today?" she asked in an amused, condescending tone, "Having difficulty dealing without playing with yourself everyday?"
    Even though it was humiliating to admit to her charge, I nodded my head, hoping the admission would grant me some leniency from her.
    "Better get used to it, Sissy, your days of masturbating are long gone."
    I winced and gritted my teeth in frustration.

    As she pulled my freshly ironed shirt off of me, I wanted to ask when she planned to unlock my plastic prison but the pacifier stuffed into my mouth only garbled my words. I tried again but she just dismissed my babbling by shushing me and guiding me over to the bed.
    Laying me down on top of the thick stack of diapers, she squeezed some Desitin in the palm of her hand and after raising me by my ankles, began smearing it across my bottom.

    "The last time I saw these cute little buns, they were sporting a nice, deep shade of red," she smirked as she set my legs down.
    I blushed and sucked harder on the pacifier, the entire experience bringing back waves of humiliation from my bedtime routines with my mom.
    Denise sprinkled my entire area with baby powder and even up on my chest, softly rubbing it in as she looked down on me and winking playfully. The fragrant scent brought back memories of weakness and inferiority in me, making me recall my childish lack of control.
    Drawing up the bulky, but very soft cloth, she slipped a pair of safety pins through to secure it around my hips, first one side, and then the other.
    "There!" she said with a flourish as she patted the fat front of my padded crotch, "All set and ready for your baby panties!"

    I cringed with embarrassment as she took the pink pair of waterproof pants next to me and positioned them over my feet, drawing them up my legs in a tortuously slow fashion, no doubt intended to draw out the humiliating procedure as long as possible.
    "How does it feel to be wearing baby pampers again, sissy?" she asked me.
    My face glowed red with embarrassment and I looked away.
    Using her perfectly manicured fingers, she slowly ran them around the elastic waistband, pulling them up and over the thick cloth surrounding me until the fluffy diapers were fully contained inside the plastic pants. With another dusting of baby powder between my legs, she put the diapering supplies away and came over to put my top on.

    "I don't have much for you to wear just yet, but don't worry, sugarplum, I'll get you all fixed up in no time," she assured me.
    The top she was putting on me was made of pink fleece, with short white puffy sleeves and a teddy bear playing with blocks decorating the chest. The hem, which was so short it barely went down to my navel, ended in a soft row of white ruffles.

    I felt extremely babyish and I couldn't put my legs together due to the thickness of the diapers between my thighs. Looking up at Denise's pretty smiling face brought on sensations of helplessness in me. And I felt that whatever control I might have had in this relationship was rapidly disappearing.

    Climbing onto the bed, she slowly unzipped her bustier, tantalizing me as she allowed her tremendous breasts to gradually be revealed in her sexy push-up bra. With a seductive look, she crawled over and straddled me, her magnificent bosom only inches from my face. Looking up into her stunning eyes, I felt powerless before her.
    Taking out the pacifier from my mouth, she put it aside and positioned her cleavage right in front of my nose.

    "Does baby want to nurse from Mommy's boobs?" she asked in a musical voice.
    "Uh-huh," I said weakly. My penis had expanded in it's tube and was pushing against the end as hard as it could. If only she would let it out!

    "Um...D-Denise?" I ventured carefully.
    "Shushhh, baby," she said as she put a finger to her lips. She undid the clasp at the front of her bra and her gigantic melons fell free like two watermelons falling out of a basket. Reaching on either side of me, she held my arms down, pinning me in place. Before I could say another word, she mashed her big left breast into my face, forcing her enormous pink nipple into my eager mouth. I wasted no time in sucking it, and it quickly became hard in my mouth.

    "Thaaaat's Mommy's baby," she cooed.
    Reaching back, she began softly stroking the smooth front of my diapers, which only aggravated my arousal level, making my little imprisoned penis throb with frustration and impotence. It was maddening, not being able to do something as simple as have a normal erection!

    After about ten minutes, she switched over to her other breast and the sexual torment continued. I had never been so turned on in my entire life!

    Once again, I tried to reach up and cup her free breast but she slapped my hand away.
    "Sorry sissy, that's not for you," she told me.
    I mewled in frustration but continued to enjoy the engorged nipple in my mouth.

    After another five minutes or so, she pulled away from me without warning, bringing my breastfeeding session to an abrupt end.
    "Okay, that's enough of that for today--now baby needs his ba-ba before beddie-bye," she said.
    I furrowed my brow with disappointment--I didn't want to be treated like a baby anymore, I wanted to be treated like an adult and her peer.
    Reaching behind her, she picked up a baby bottle with a pink top that was on her night stand and brought it over to me.
    "Open up, baby," she said with that heart stopping smile.
    I whimpered and shook my head no.
    "Come on--open up, baby," she repeated, pushing the dripping rubber nipple to my lips.
    When I refused to open my mouth, she slapped my bare thigh which elicited a yelp from me. As my mouth opened, I was rewarded with a fat nipple and the big bottle of warm milk.

    I had always detested milk, especially warm, since I considered it to be a drink only for infants. I whined and shook my hand but Denise kept the bottle to my mouth and forced me to continue to drink from it.
    "There, there," she said, whispering down at me, "that's a good baby, drink your milk like a good little boy."
    It was so humiliating having to nurse from the bottle and listen to her treat me like a toddler but I had to admit it was also wonderful to be in such close proximity to such a pretty woman, and to have her fawn over me. I decided if the price of that was playing her little game, for now, then so be it. I drank the milk which seemed to make her happy, although for my part, I started to feel myself getting unexpectedly drowsy.

    "Tell you what, Chrissey," she said as she beamed down at me, "If you can manage to keep your diapers dry tonight, maybe I'll consider letting you graduate to some training panties, okay?"
    I nodded my head in acknowledgment. I wasn't used to drinking anything before bedtime but it wasn't too late yet and I could always use the bathroom before I went to sleep.

    The last thing I remembered as the lights faded around me was looking up over the top of the baby bottle at Denise's smug, smiling features.

    Chapter Four When I woke up, I felt somewhat disorientated and it took me a moment to get my bearings. Looking around the dimly lit room, I realized I was in Denise's bed and I was still wearing the thick diaper she had put me in last night. And it was at that moment, that I suddenly realized I had thoroughly soaked it during the night! Oh my god--what was she going to think of me now? Of all nights to have an accident, why did it have to be the one night I spent with the hottest woman in town? I was only too familiar with the feeling of cool, clammy Birdseye cloth clinging to my hips and bottom. I had felt it every morning during my early teen years as a result of my mom putting me in diapers and plastic pants every night. Her solution, while it kept my bed dry, ensured I felt the soggy effects of my incontinence until she decided to change me. Somehow, I had to get rid of them before Denise discovered me. Slowly rolling over to see if she was awake, I came to find her right next to me in bed, naked and lying on her side, her head propped on her hand as she lay there, smiling over at me. "Did my baby sleep well?" she asked with a beautiful smile. I blushed and swallowed hard. "Um...yes, yes I did," I replied uncertainly. I glanced around the room, trying to think of some way to get out of bed to remove the diaper before she discovered it was wet. "And was my little sugarplum able to keep her diapers dry?" I bit my lip as my face turned a bright red. "Um...ah, I um..." I stuttered. Reaching down beneath the blankets, I felt Denise's smooth hand slip inside my diaper, revealing my wetness to her all too clearly. "Looks like Mommy has a little bedwetter on her hands," she said with a knowing smile. "I-it-it was j-just an accident," I stammered, afraid she would kick me out and never speak to me again. "I don't think so, Chrissey. And I don't think Mommy's little baby can be trusted today without her diapers," she told me. I shook my head, my apprehension rising as to where this was going. "Oh no--it was just an accident--I don't know why it happened--it was just a fluke," I tried to explain. "Now Chrissey, you and I both know it was no accident. How do I know you won't wet your pants today at work?" I didn't like where this was going at all. "Mm-hm, I think my little baby's going to have to wear some diapers to work today," she told me with a disarming smile. I shook my head and put my hands up. "Now wait...I mean, I can't--I mean, I'm not wearing--" "--On the other hand...I can think of one way in which you could get out of it..." She was smiling coyly at me and with those devastating blue eyes, it was all I could do to resist her charm. "I'll tell you what...all this talk of putting you in diapers is getting me hot...if you can make me cum in five minutes, I'll let you go to work without your diapers." Before I could respond one way or another, Denise was already rising up and she pushed me onto my back, quickly straddled my torso. "No--wait!" I squealed. She inched her way up my chest, her big, hard cock quickly closing to within inches of my face. "My phone says it's 7:05--you have until 10 past the hour Chrissey--better get to it," she smirked at me. "No...please," I pleaded, "I don't like sucking cock--" My words were interrupted as she shoved her meaty leviathan into my mouth. She was straddling me, supported by her knees as she steadied herself with her arms against the headboard of the bed. In this position, with my head backed against the pillow, I could do nothing as she face-fucked me, shoving her fat cock deep into my mouth and grinding her pelvis against my face. "Use that tongue again, Chrissey...oh...that's it...yes, that's better...suck it good...ohhh...that's my little sissy...thaaaat's Mommy's little boy...suck that sweet cock...mmm...yes..." Her big balls were slapping my chin as the fat end of her cock pounded urgently against the back of my throat. "Ohhhh...what a good little cocksucker you are, Chrissey," she moaned. Knowing I had an impending deadline, I tried my best to please her, despite my feelings to the contrary. I swirled my tongue along the warm, throbbing underside of her massive head, sucking and slurping as best I could. But there was only so much I could do. The pillow kept my head from moving and Denise was the one controlling her thrusts into my slobbering mouth. "Get ready, Chrissey...breakfast is coming," she said breathlessly. I hoped it was inside the five minute deadline but it seemed like she had been pounding my face for 8 or 9 minutes already. Her cock swelled in my mouth, and she jammed it deep into my throat. "OHHHHHHHHH GODDD!" she cried, as she loudly and forcefully emptied her balls. I could feel warm globs of thick, sticky semen being blasted down my throat and I swallowed again and again. Finally, she pulled her cock out long enough to fill my mouth with one last good load before pulling it out entirely.

    A white strand of cum followed the blunt tip of her cock from my mouth and I gasped for air. "Oh, that felt so good," she said as she held her still hard cock in her hand, moving it left and right and smearing the last bit of cum across my lips. "Lick that up, Chrissey, it's what all sissies love," she said condescendingly. Reluctantly, I did what I was told, hoping I could get my wet diaper off and get ready for work. I reached over and picked up her phone, but to my dismay, the face read 7:15 on it. "That's right baby...looks like someone is going to work in diapers and plastic panties today," she said with a big smile. "Noooo," I moaned unhappily. "Don't worry sugarplum, I won't make it as big as the one you're wearing now," she assured me. "But--how am I going to hide it?" I whined miserably. "Don't worry, honey-bunch," she said dismissively, "no one will see a thing, you can wear your jacket which will cover that cute bottom of yours." Reaching down, I felt the hard object inside my diapers that was my chastity device. "Denise, when are you going to unlock my penis?" I asked her, "I haven't been able to cum for a week now." "If I'm going to be changing your wet diapers, you better start calling me Mommy," she corrected me. "Okay, M-Mommy," I said awkwardly, "When are you going to unlock my chastity device?" "Tonight, if all goes well," she assured me as she got of bed, "I promise I will unlock you." My spirits rose immediately. Finally, I would get some relief for my poor, aching balls! As Denise laid out a changing pad, I was already thinking of ways in which to cum. My imagination, deprived of an orgasm for so long, began working in overdrive, thinking of all the delicious ways I could cum...would she be returning the favor of oral sex for me? Maybe she would let me rub my penis between her big, beautiful boobs? Hell, even a handjob would be wonderful from this sexy babe. Denise busied herself getting the diapering supplies out and arranging them on the bed; she put a fresh diaper, baby powder, wipes, and diaper rash cream next to me. I didn't see any plastic pants so I assumed the diapers today would be more symbolic, than for real purposes. She pulled my wet ones off and placed them in a plastic bag, using the baby wipes to clean me up. "Wow, I've never seen so little hair on a boy before," she said as she wiped my pubic area, "Are you sure you've been through puberty yet?" I blushed and assured her vehemently that I had. "Well, this looks suits you better anyway," she replied as she took a palm full of diaper rash cream and smeared it across my bottom cheeks. A thorough dusting of powder followed and I grew apprehensive again. "Not so much!" I complained, "Someone will smell it on me." "Oh no, they won't," she disagreed, "Besides, you'll be more comfortable this way." In no time at all, she deftly pinned the new diaper on me which was thankfully, much thinner than last night's, although I still had concerns that I would be able to conceal it. Turning around briefly, I thought she was done until she revealed a pair of pink nursery print plastic pants in her hands. "D-do I have to wear those too?" I asked crestfallen. "Of course, baby--what if you wet yourself today?" "I won't do that--I promise--please don't make me wear the pants too," I protested. "Sorry sissy," she said ignoring me and feeding my feet through the leg holes, "We can't take that chance." I felt like I was with my mom all over again, who did as she pleased, regardless of my objections. I shook my fists and whimpered with frustration. Worse yet--these waterproof pants were made of a somewhat stiffer plastic and they crinkled loudly as she drew them up my legs. "I still don't see why I have to wear diapers during the day," I complained bitterly. "Because I can't trust you to keep your pants dry, sissy. Now if I hear one more word out of you, I'll put you over my knee and warm your little bottom with my paddle." I pouted but remained silent as she positioned the humiliating pink panties over my diaper. "Okay, stand up, Chrissey," she instructed me. I stood up next to her and she physically turned me around, fiddling around with something at the back of the waistband of the plastic pants. "What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously. I felt the waistband getting cinched snug and a lock clicking shut. "Just making sure you don't get any ideas about removing these during the day," she said with a smug tone in her voice. She emphasized her statement with a smack to my diapered bottom. I gasped and craned my neck around to look. I hadn't realized it before, but the waistband contained a small chain and Denise had just locked it closed, permanently securing the plastic pants, and therefore the diapers around me until she chose to remove them. I balled my fists and stamped my feet in frustration. I wanted to protest loudly and demand she take them off immediately but the memories of being over her lap were still fresh on my mind. She had already proven that she was physically stronger than me and I didn't need a repeat demonstration of that fact over her lap. Instead, I gritted my teeth, rationalizing that these were acceptable sacrifices to be made for having a relationship with such a drop-dead gorgeous woman as Denise. I didn't like it, but compared to what my love life had been a week ago, this was a thousand times better. And tonight, I was going to get to cum with her. How many other guys would have willingly paid to be in my shoes?

    Chapter Five That morning at the bank, I was nervous as hell. I had done everything I could do to conceal my diapers by keeping my jacket on but the plastic pants were infuriatingly loud. Every step I took threatened to reveal my shameful secret to everyone at work. I had to walk slowly and cough to try and cover the sound of the crinkling. Even still, some of the people were giving me strange looks and I saw some of the female clerks whispering amongst each other. Were they talking about me? I couldn't be sure. It didn't help things that I smelled like baby powder. It was a distinct smell that would be hard to explain away, should someone ask me. It also frustrated me that Denise seemed to be distant with me again; acting cool and treating me in a perfunctory fashion. She wouldn't return my smiles at her and what little conversation we had, was strictly professional. I sent her several text messages but she didn't reply to any of them. About mid morning, I signed for a small package from FedEx which was addressed to her. She seemed very pleased to get it but then when I tried to stick around, she dismissed me curtly. It hurt my feelings that she could be so warm and intimate with me at her house but cold and indifferent during the time we spent at work together. I mean--I didn't expect her to exactly throw her arms around me when I walked into the room, but why was she treating me like a total stranger? In addition, even though I had done everything I could to limit my liquid intake today, I was still fighting a strong urge to pee all morning. I was crossing my legs and fidgeting, practically dancing at my station as I dealt with bank customers. Lunch was coming up and I had been told that the management was taking everyone out, on account of the new merger. I was determined to ask Denise to unlock my plastic pants at that point and relieve some of the built up pressure. I was only an hour away from lunchtime when it all became too much to bear. All the dancing in place wasn't going to make my urge go away and I reasoned if I just let a little out, I could hold the rest back. And maybe Denise wouldn't even detect such a small amount of dampness anyway? Finally there was a break in the line to the tellers and I relaxed ever so slightly. I felt a stronger than expected surge suddenly empty into my diapers and I tried to cut off the flow. I stifled a sob as I realized the futility of holding back the dam. My little penis flexed weakly inside my chastity device and more and more hot pee flooded my diapers as wave after wave saturated the soft cotton cloth surrounding me. In no time at all--I felt like I was swimming in pee! My mouth was hanging open and I looked over to see Ashley, my co-worker staring at me. "Are you okay?" she asked pointedly. I blushed furiously and looked down at my checks. "Y-yes, I'm--I mean, uh, I was just daydreaming," I stammered foolishly. Ashley's eyebrows went up as if to say 'whatever' and she shook her head. Did she realize I had just soaked my diapers? My face wouldn't stop burning as I felt the pee seeping between my legs, absorbing into the seat. I felt so babyish! I tried to stand with my feet apart but I could feel the warm wetness already upon my buns. For the moment, it appeared that I was the only one that was aware of my catastrophe, but I couldn't stop blushing--I was so humiliated! For the next half hour, it was impossible to concentrate on my work, and I kept making mistakes with customers. "Mr. Jones!" I heard my name being called from across the room behind me and I froze in position. Turning my head around carefully, I saw Denise standing at her doorway, a serious look on her pretty face. She was wearing a silky white blouse that clung deliciously to her big breasts, a short, snug grey skirt and her stiletto heels. She looked like a goddess of justice, about to pass sentence on a weak mortal. "Come to my office," she ordered me in a demanding voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashley smirk as I walked slowly away and into my supervisor's office. Moving past Denise, I was filled with trepidation, and she closed the door behind me. I saw my underwear laying on the top of her desk and she looked down on me, her hands on her curvy hips. "Did Mommy's little baby wet his diapers, or is he ready for his big boy underwear again?" I felt so weak and inferior before her, unable to look up into her eyes. It was like I was five years old, all over again, being scolded by my mommy. I shuffled my feet and stared at the floor, knowing she would discover my soggy diapers, all too soon. Without waiting, she reached down the front of my pants, slid her slim fingers inside my diapers and a smile crossed her face. "Well...looks like someone isn't quite ready to graduate to his big boy underpants, is he?" I blushed hotly and stared at the ground. "What do you say, Chrissey?" she pushed me. "I-I couldn't hold it anymore," I whined. "Mm-hm," she nodded, "Just as I thought. Well, sissy boy--looks like you'll just be wearing your wet diapers the rest of the day." "C-can't I get a fresh change, please?" I whined pathetically. "Nope, I didn't bring a diaper bag with me--I didn't realize what a big baby you were," she countered emphatically. With that, she spun me around and slapped my diapered bottom hard, essentially dismissing me. I walked out, thoroughly ashamed and returned to my counter, my plastic pants crinkling audibly. Everyone was closing their drawers for lunch and I put my stuff away and locked up. We all met at a restaurant across the street and the employees sat among three tables. I had never felt like I was a part of their crowd but on this occasion, the guys made room for me at their table. I sat down with a humiliating squish and I prayed no one would detect the smell of pee coming from my general vicinity. It was hard to concentrate, with the saturated cloth clinging to my bottom and hugging my tiny, caged genitals. I prayed it wouldn't leak out past my plastic pants and reveal my secret to everyone around me when I stood up. The guys were having an animated discussion amongst themselves until Denise entered the restaurant. As always, she was the center of attention whenever she entered a room. And as always, she ignored them as she sauntered over to the table where the women were seated. All eyes followed her, admiring her sexy, voluptuous body in her short pencil skirt and revealing white blouse. Her table was close enough that I could hear snatches of conversation between her and her friends but not much else. A few moments later, Jordan showed up, and Denise's face lit up in a display of obvious joy. Jordan was a girl that had been working at the bank since before I started there. She was in her mid-twenties, slim, with long straight blonde hair. With her toned physique, beautiful face, and what many of the guys said were fake boobs, she attracted almost as much attention as Denise. The difference was she wasn't as stand off-ish as the latter and therefore, didn't have a reputation as an "ice queen". Nevertheless, like all hot women, she barely knew I existed. Jordan was perhaps the only true friend that Denise had at the bank, probably because from a social status perspective, they were two of a type, and the fact is, beautiful women tend to congregate with each other. I had known that simple fact since my high school years. But the look on Denise's face made me start to wonder if there was more to their relationship than they let on. She stood up from her seat to hug Jordan, and I couldn't help but suspect there was more affection being shown than one would think for just two friends greeting each other. I felt a strong pang of jealousy ripple through me that someone else had Denise's attention and it gnawed at me all through lunch. They were chatting busily between each other and occasionally, I would see Denise's hand linger on Jordan's toned thigh. Was there something going on between them? Was Denise attracted to Jordan sexually? I couldn't stand the thought that I wasn't the only sexual interest in her life. Lunch finally ended and we were the last group to get back to the bank. When I walked up to my counter, I saw our manager, Mr. Jenkins, at my station and he was facing my computer screen, although because he was blocking my view, I couldn't see what it was he was looking at. And as I got closer, I could see a very angry look on his face. Ashley was trying to act busy, but clearly, she wanted to see what was about to happen. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and he turned to face me. "Mr. Jones? Do you have an explanation for this?" he snarled at me. Looking at the computer screen, I saw a web page for something called SpankedSissies.com and I froze in place. I blushed a deep shade of red and began stammering nervously. A trickle of pee escaped into my already very wet diapers.

    Chapter Six



    I stood before Mr Jenkins, shocked and humiliated with his unexpected discovery. I had no idea how the website had been put on my screen or who was responsible.

    "N-no, Sir, I don't know who put that there."
    "This is--your station--is it not?" he demanded as his white eyebrows furrowed into a menacing V.
    "Y-yes sir, b-but I'm just coming back from lunch--I don't know who put that on my screen," I tried to explain.
    "I've been running this establishment for over thirty years..." he lectured me, "and our computers are not for the purposes of viewing porn--Do I make myself clear??"

    "Y-yes, Sir," I quaked.
    "This will serve as a verbal warning to you, young man. If it happens again, it will be a write-up in your employee record," he told me sternly, "Maybe you think the rules don't apply to you around here but let me assure you that they do."

    I was so scared, I felt another warm stream of pee suddenly flow into my already soggy diapers. My face, burning red with shame, blushed even deeper.

    I really needed this job. It was my first one out of high school and I could barely make ends meet as it was. One more late payment on my apartment and I would be out in the streets.

    "Y-yes, Sir," I repeated.
    Ashley was staring at me and it was obvious she felt no sympathy for me at all.
    Mr. Jenkins stormed off, muttering something about 'sissies' under his breath and I quickly changed the screen back to the default browser.

    Glancing back at Ashley, I saw her shaking her head in disapproval before returning to her work.
    I was at a loss to explain how the embarrassing web page had been pulled up on my screen--obviously someone had to have put it on there as a prank.
    But I was SO humiliated! It was bad enough to be treated like a sissy by Denise, but to advertise it like this was mortifying. I knew Ashley would be telling all her friends at her first opportunity. Now, everyone at the bank would be thinking I harbored secret, perverse fantasies of being a sissy and getting spanked. Nothing could have been farther from the truth!

    The rest of the day was awkward, uncomfortable, and humiliating for me.
    Finally, as I was walking out to my car, I got a text message from Denise. It said;

    If you want to get changed out of your wet pampers, come over to my place.

    That was first and foremost on my mind so I headed straight over.

    After my degrading meeting with her in her office, I was afraid she would take back her promise to unlock my poor caged penis, but on the other hand, maybe she would have mercy on me after all that had happened to me today.

    When I arrived, Denise ushered me in, smiling at me warmly. She was wearing a tight fitted top, and as low cut as it was, she had still unbuttoned the top two buttons. My eyes just about popped out of their sockets as I gazed lustfully at her sexy, yawning cleavage.

    She guided me to her room and began undressing me, removing all my clothes except for the sodden diapers. Positioning me on the changing pad, she pulled down my clinging plastic pants and unpinned the soaking wet cloth.
    "My my," she commented, "My little baby really wet herself today, didn't she?"
    I nodded my head, even as I blushed at her remark.
    "Don't you worry, baby, I've got some new, thicker diapers that came in the mail today. They have nice, thick soaker pads down the center for heavy wetters like you."
    I wanted to argue with her contention but I didn't want to do anything that was going to cause her to change her mind about my chastity. I had to get it removed today.

    After she put the wet diapers aside, she produced a razor and some shaving cream.
    "You hardly have any pubic hair as it is, but I want my baby to be girly smooth down there," she said as she removed the few strands of light hair around my package.
    When that was completed, she took the necklace from around her neck and unlocked the chastity device.
    Never had I been so happy to see my penis again! After removing all the pieces of the chastity device, my little stub was finally free.
    I immediately reached down to rub it but Denise slapped my hand away.

    "No sissy boy, I'll take care of that for you," she assured me.
    Putting some baby oil on her hands, she reached down and began gently massaging my tiny member.
    I sighed and relaxed, or as much as one can relax when gazing at a woman as pretty as Denise, with the most spectacular boobs on the planet.
    As I began breathing deeply, she paused long enough to retrieve the pacifier and she pushed it between my lips.
    "There you are baby, you should have something filling your mouth at all times."

    I didn't mind at all. I was willing to play baby games with her as long as I got to cum, and this one promised to be an earth shattering climax.

    As she continued to fondle my diminutive penis, she began a childish banter with me in her sultry, sexy voice.
    "Does mommy's little baby like this? Hmm? Does my little sugarplum want mommy to keep rubbing her tiny baby pee-pee?"
    I blushed even as I moaned and looked into her eyes, my lust and desire making my breathing labored.

    "Mommy's got a little present for her baby tonight...would you like to see it?" she asked me playfully.
    I nodded my head deliriously, curious as to what she might have gotten me.
    Taking my head in her hand, she guided it down and pushed my nose deep into her cleavage, momentarily blocking my view. I felt her slipping something around my scrotum, and pulling my balls and penis through.

    Suddenly very concerned, I pulled my head back and looked down. A singular, solid pink plastic ring was behind my balls and Denise was holding the other half of a new pink chastity device in her hand.

    "This one is a little different from the one you had on before," she said as she held it up for my inspection, "See the spikes on the inside of the tube? Those will ensure my little baby stays nice and soft, all of the time."

    My mouth fell open and the pacifier dropped onto the bed.

    "I-I'm n-not wearing that," I gasped in horror.
    "Oh yes you are, Chrissey--this is your new chastity device and your new best friend.
    "You see, erections are for real men, and these spikes will make sure a sissy like you can never have one."

    "B-but, you-you said you were going to unlock me today!" I croaked.
    "And I did," she smiled at me, "And now you're going to be locked back up."

    "No! I've had enough of this!" I shouted angrily, "I've gone along with your weird games but this is going too far."
    Denise dropped the chastity tube and quickly grasped my ankles together, abruptly swinging them upwards over my head and forcing me to put my hands out to steady myself. With her free hand, she snatched up the paddle and brought it down hard on my exposed bottom.

    SMACKKKK!!!

    I howled in pain and tried to wrest my legs free but she held me too strongly.

    SMACKKKK!!! SMACKKKK!!!

    I cried out at the top of my lungs as she continued to swat my damp, bare cheeks mercilessly.

    SMACKKKK!!! SMACKKKK!!!

    Her paddle scalded me with blistering slaps and I immediately burst into tears.
    Each fiery swat from her paddle made her tremendous breasts shake and jiggle within her top. Any other time, I would have found the display highly erotic but right now, all I could think about was the stinging bite of the wooden instrument of punishment in her hand.

    My vision became blurred as the tears filled my eyes and streamed down my face. I bunched my fists and shook them as I bawled like a baby. At this moment, I hated Denise completely. I hated her for her strength, her unflinching, domineering resolve, her smug, condescending treatment, and lastly, for her incredible beauty.
    I wailed like a helpless toddler as she harshly paddled me with abandon.

    Occasionally, Denise would pull my legs even higher so she could swat my seat more effectively. I couldn't believe how strong she was! Just when I thought she was done, she would devote her attention to the sides of my cheeks, giving them slap after biting, vengeful slap.

    When she was finally finished and she let my legs down, I was gasping for breath and crying hard. I couldn't see the expression on her face clearly through the tears filling my eyes.

    "Now--Is Mommy's little baby ready for her chastity device?" she asked me sternly.

    I nodded my head vigorously as I tried to wipe my wet face with my arm.
    Denise dabbed a little baby oil on my shriveled penis, rubbing it softly until she produced a little rise and then she popped it into the short pink tube. Pushing it up against the base ring, she inserted a long key and locked it shut.

    "There, that's much better," she said satisfied, "And now, it's time I put my baby into her new bedwetter diapers."



    Chapter Seven


    The next couple of weeks began to develop into a pattern of sorts.

    I was spending the night more and more over at Denise's house and she was making sure I was diapered for bed on a regular basis. I didn't always spend weekend days with her but when I did, she was dressing me up in ever more humiliating ways, which would always include as part of my outfit, thick, babyish diapers and plastic pants. I don't know where she found them, but the tops she would put me in were short and frilly, often in pastel colors with ruffled or lacy puff sleeves. They usually had infantile designs on them which made me look even more like an incontinent toddler.

    I didn't like it, any more than I liked having to suck her big, thick cock every morning and evening. It was a humiliating, degrading job, made more so, by her continuous litany of condescending comments and taunts. And it wasn't made any easier by the fact I could barely stuff it into my mouth or the struggles to swallow her copious loads of warm, creamy semen, but she gave me no choice in the matter.

    I had never had a lot of willpower, and it seemed this relationship was only emphasizing that fact. I sometimes mused that she had picked me for precisely that reason, but to be honest, I didn't want to dwell on it too much. The important thing was, the guys at my bank thought I was cool because I was dating the most amazing woman in town, so that was reason enough to put up with Denise's peculiar and eccentric preferences. I had never once been the object of anyone's envy, so this was an entirely new sensation for me.

    The only problem was, I hadn't cum in two weeks and I was frantic for some kind of satisfaction. This was made worse by the fact that Denise made a point of dressing provocatively at home which had a predictable effect on my poor, caged little penis. One word from her, a button undone, or a soft caress from her hand caused my long deprived penis to grow in it's short tube until the soft, tender head pushed into the hard, unyielding spikes inside the device. No amount of fidgeting or wrestling with my chastised package would alleviate the agony. The spikes were as cruel as they were unforgiving and I couldn't make the pain go away unless I concentrated on mundane things like bills or taxes. But that technique only worked until the next time Denise bent down in front of me, and then the vicious cycle began all over again.

    I think she took an evil delight in tempting me with her sexuality, just to watch me cringe and writhe from the sharp bite of the spikes. When I asked her when she was going to release me, she always answered in vague terms like, "soon", or "you'll just have to be patient".
    But the enforced chastity had the effect of making me so horny I was willing to do anything she asked, and no indignity was too much to bear in hopes of getting released from my penis prison.

    So far, I had only been put over her lap for a spanking on one occasion since the dreaded paddling the night she introduced me to the new chastity device. Still, those experiences were enough to make me never question her absolute authority over me, and I was extremely hesitant to push her any more than I dared on a topic of disagreement.

    There was one weekend that will stand out in my memory for it's singular level of humiliation at her hands.

    The morning had started out normally (for a visit to Denise's house anyway), with her changing me out of my wet nighttime diapers and into an outfit she had chosen for me for the day.
    In this case, it was a short white fleece top with a teddy bear design on the chest and short, puffy sleeves decorated in a pink nursery print. The hem, also very short, was lined with soft pink ruffles and barely extended past my navel. I wore pink ruffled anklets which matched the ruffles around the leg and waist bands of the white nursery print plastic panties covering my fat, bulging diapers.

    She had put me on the floor of her living room with a Disney Princess coloring book and given me instructions to fill out several pages using some crayons. I guess I must have gotten distracted because I never heard the vehicle pulling up in her front driveway.

    Before I knew it, Denise had walked over to the front door and opened it, allowing two workmen to stroll right into the house without any sort of warning. Looking up from my drawing, I gasped with shock as they walked in and stared down on me, the amusement plain on their gruff, unshaven faces.

    Denise was all smiles as she came over, acting as sultry and charming as only she could, saying, "Can I get you boys something to drink?"

    "Yeah, a beer would be great," the bigger of the two grunted as he stared down on me in disdain and disbelief.

    I blushed a hot shade of red, as I looked into their smirking faces, only barely managing to stem the flow of panic-induced pee into my thick, embarrassing diapers. It was obvious that they had been forewarned of my appearance and equally obvious that Denise had planned this encounter specifically to humiliate me.

    "Oh, don't mind Chrissey here, he just has a hard time keeping his pants dry so I had to put him back into diapers."

    The burning in my cheeks spread down to my neck and chest and I gulped in abject shame. She made it sound like I had no more control than a little boy still being potty-trained!

    Denise sauntered out of the room, while both men's eyes followed her every move, greedily drinking in her sexy curves. Today, she had chosen a short, bouncy skirt that barely covered her trim derriere and her strappy high heels lent her a sexy, impossible-to-ignore gait.

    Once around the corner, the men returned to looking down at me and I squirmed with anxiety and embarrassment. I felt like such a total sissy, my big, thick diapers, plain to see with their shiny plastic pants and babyish print.

    "Dude, I didn't see a ring on her hand," the big one told his friend, "I think I'm gonna make a move on her before we go."

    I felt successive waves of humiliation, resentment, and jealously wash over me as it became obvious that they didn't consider me in the least, a contender or competition for their lustful ambitions with Denise. They hadn't even bothered to ask--one look at my sissy baby outfit and they assumed a woman like her would have nothing to do with a prissy boy like me.

    And yet, I was afraid to open my mouth and dispel their conclusion. They would only laugh and ridicule me with greater contempt.

    Denise returned shortly with two cold beers and she handed them over with a ravishing smile on her pretty face.
    "Let me know if there's anything else I can get you boys," she said in her most flirtatious voice.
    The big one stood up a little straighter and grinned back at her lecherously.

    "Well, since you asked...here is my card--that number at the bottom is my personal cell phone. You feel free to call me anytime--anytime at all, you need a man's help in this house."
    I knew the tone of his comment was a direct reference to my lack of the same and I bunched my fists in anger.

    Denise giggled and led them back to the end of the hallway and into a spare room while I was left to pout on the floor in frustration.

    To add insult to the situation, it was only then that I realized my diapers were wet--it had happened without me even realizing it!
    I blushed anew at my childish lack of control, but I blamed Denise for being the ultimate architect of my humiliation. This would never have happened if I had hadn't come over to her house in the first place.

    When Denise came back into the living room, I angrily threw the coloring book at the wall and began shouting at her, accusing her of arranging this whole situation to deliberately humiliate me.

    My tantrum brought about what was becoming a predictable response.

    Inside of a minute, I found myself bent over her lap, diapers unpinned and pushed back, my plastic panties tangled around my ankles, as she soundly paddled me within easy earshot of the workers.

    Through the tears filling my eyes, I could see their blurry forms as they came out to watch the weak, diapered sissy getting his soft, bare bottom spanked hard by the oh-so-hot woman that had employed them.

    Chapter Eight The line of bank customers finally began to grow shorter and I glanced up at the clock on the far wall, only to see I still had three hours left to go. I sighed heavily and looked down at the pile of work next to my computer. I was bored as hell and wanted to go home, not take checks and dispense cash to people who didn't care if I lived or died. Across the main room, I could see Denise talking with Mr. Jenkins, our manager. One couldn't help but notice that her blouse was super snug as always, and I could clearly make out the outlines of her sexy white push-up bra underneath. I sighed with admiration. Just last night, she had allowed me to nurse from her big nipples for a half hour before bed. She had even mashed my face between her massive breasts, practically suffocating me in her glorious, feminine embrace. My pleasant memory was interrupted by the biting sensation in my groin as my little penis grew with arousal and began pressing urgently against the sharp spikes in the tube of my chastity device. I winced painfully and shifted in place, trying in vain to alleviate the torture to my tender head. I had to stop looking at her--everything about her screamed sex and that was the one thing I couldn't think about. Ashley came over to drop off some checks and she looked at me strangely. "Why does it always smell like baby powder over here?" she said accusingly. "I dunno," I replied lamely as I blushed with shame. I had pleaded with Denise to use less of the fragrant smelling powder when she chose to diaper me in the mornings but she always ignored me or worse, put even more on. I always smelled like a baby's nursery when I arrived at work and people were starting to get suspicious. I had bought some larger pants to wear but even those barely concealed the fact that I was wearing diapers and plastic pants underneath. "Here," she said thrusting a stack of checks at me, "Sort these and Heather's before you go today." "Why can't she sort her own checks?" I complained. "Because I'm giving you that job," she quipped. Ever since Ashley had been promoted to lead teller last week, she had been lording her authority over me at every opportunity. I bit back the remark on my lips and accepted the additional workload in sullen silence. I also resented that it seemed that the women here were getting all the lucky breaks and being given positions that I should have been considered for. It wasn't fair, and I hated being ordered around all the time. An hour later, I had to take some cash to the vault and I locked up my drawer before stepping away. I was required by our rules to notify Ashley but my ego prevented me from doing so and instead, I just walked away without saying anything. Anyway, it was only for a few minutes and I figured the other tellers could handle the few people we had in line. I went to the vault and sorted the cash, placing the notes in their appropriate sections. Taking a moment to reach down into my diapers, I reflected that they weren't too wet and I knew from past experience I wouldn't have any difficulty getting through the last couple of hours of work. My feelings of good nature were rudely shattered as I came back to see Ashley and Denise standing at my station, engaged in what sounded like a very serious discussion. "Wha-what's going on?" I asked nervously. "Didn't Mr. Jenkins tell you you weren't allowed to look at porn on these computers?" Ashley said bluntly. I gasped as I looked down at the screen between them. Splashed across the face of the monitor was a picture of a feminine looking guy bent over and being forcibly humped from behind by some dominant, leather clad woman. The website's name was in big pink letters across the top which read PunishedSissies.com. I blushed red and my mouth went dry. "What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Jones?" Denise said, her tone both accusing and overly formal with me. "I-I didn't put that there!" I cried, "Somebody else must have put it on my screen." The other tellers were starting to look at us and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my temple. "No one's been at your station since you left it," Ashley said pointedly, "which, by the way--you failed to inform me. "This isn't the first time, Denise." I felt the blood rushing to my head from indignant frustration. "Is that true?" Denise asked. While I knew I had nothing to do with the website on my computer, she did have me on the rule of notifying Ashley prior to leaving my station. "Um...yes," I muttered. "I think we are going to need to finish this discussion in my office," Denise said gravely. My heart sank as the two of them turned and led the way, leaving me to face the stares of the rest of the staff who appeared anything but sympathetic. It was customary during disciplinary situations to have a witness present, for reasons of liability. That way, the employee couldn't claim later that something was or wasn't said. When we got to her office, Ashley closed the door behind me, her expression dead serious. Despite my innocence, I felt a shiver of fear go down my spine. This was all I needed. Predictably, a stream of hot pee surged into my damp diapers before I could stop it. "Have a seat," Denise told me curtly, indicating with her pen, a chair in front. I slumped into the chair as the other two took their places across the desk from me. "Viewing porn on company computers is a serious breach of the rules," Denise began dryly, "And you were warned about it by Mr. Jenkins himself, just two weeks ago." "--But that wasn't me either!" I protested bitterly. "Don't make this worse for you than it already is," she replied. I couldn't believe the woman who had let me nurse from her boobs only 14 hours previous was lecturing me and putting my job in jeopardy. "Who else could have put it there?" Ashley countered, her certainty apparent. "I don't know, but it wasn't me," I complained, desperate now. Denise dismissed me with a wave of her meticulously manicured hand. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to document this and put it in your written record," she informed me. My spirits sank and my shoulders sagged with defeat. Now my job was really on the line. Who was setting me up? And why? I knew I wasn't that popular, especially with the women at the bank, who viewed me with disdain or a mild contempt. Was it Ashley? She was a logical choice, from a motive perspective. But somehow, I couldn't imagine her bothering with something like that. I doubted she even knew about kinky fetishes like sissies and spanking--she seemed too vanilla for that. Still, she was the only one close enough to have had access to my computer... "I'll need you to sign here," Denise indicated on the form with her long nailed finger. It seemed so surreal and ironic--and not in a good way, that the woman of my dreams was being instrumental in the destruction of my job here at the bank. With angry silence, I snatched up the pen and scribbled my signature on the document. "You are being given your final warning, Mr. Jones," Denise told me, "if you are found with porn sites on your computer again, you will be terminated." My face flushed with hot shame and anger. "But I didn't do anything!" I whined. "And I better not hear again that you are leaving your station without informing Ashley," she added, pouring more salt on the wound, "Do you understand me?" "Yes, Ma'am," I answered, my head hung low. "That is all. You are dismissed," she said as she signed below mine and handed the pen to Ashley. I got up and looked over only long enough to see a look of smug satisfaction on the latter's face. Even if my job wasn't ruined, I knew that by this time tomorrow, my reputation would be, thanks to Ashley. Everyone would be certain I was a closet sissy that couldn't even wait to get home to surf for the humiliating porn. I felt tears threatening to erupt and I quickly made my exit, rushing to the bathroom to hide my face from the others. There had to be some solution to stop my downward spiral, but what?

    Chapter Nine For the next several days, I felt strong feelings of anger and resentment toward Denise and I went out of my way to avoid her, for what I saw was her role in betraying me at work. And yet, she seemed oblivious to my change of attitude. She kept sending me crude, dirty messages via text, like 'I want to cum in your mouth', and 'I miss your lips around my cock'. In my anger, I simply ignored them and went about my day. To make matters worse, I was wetting the bed at home almost every night. I didn't want to wear diapers, because they were humiliating and reminded me of Denise, but my sheets were getting stained and my bedroom was starting to smell of stale pee. I couldn't understand why I was having such difficulty controlling my wetting and my shameful pre-teen years came back with a vengeance to haunt me. At work, I felt conflicted and confused. The first few days after my write-up, I was too angry to think about Denise but at the same time, it was also impossible to ignore her. She'd come over to my station, the key to my chastity device hanging on a small chain that dangled above the deep line of her cleavage, which, because I was so short, was nearly eye level for me. And like every other male, I couldn't resist gazing lustfully at her big, proud breasts, barely contained within her silky white blouse. It was absolute torture! From every angle, she was magnificent to behold. And beyond my unrequited arousal, I felt, despite all my misgivings, that I was starting to fall in love with her. I knew my lack of previous relationships with women was a big weakness, because now that I had being shown some attention by someone as desirable as Denise, I was totally helpless to resist her. Every time she winked at me or smiled when no one was looking, my heart skipped a beat and I was wracked by an intense longing for her. I remained conflicted and in doubt until fate conspired to force my hand. I was working at my station during the mid morning rush when, totally unexpectedly, I suddenly felt the front of my pants getting warm and wet. I gasped in horror as I looked down to see a big wet spot forming in my slacks. I was able to stop the flow, but to my dismay, the damage was done. There was no way I was going to be able to hide the accident--I was going to have to leave and go home to take care of it. And I knew the only person that was able to approve something like that, was Denise. For the next ten minutes, I stood as close to the counter as I could to hide the evidence, cursing my lack of control and hating the fact that I was going to have to go crawling back to Denise and beg to be allowed to leave in the middle of my shift. Not only that, it was going to be tricky just to cover the distance to her office without anyone seeing the dark spot on the front of my pants. Finally, marshaling my courage, I grabbed some papers, putting them in front of my groin, and asked Ashley if I could be excused to see Denise about a matter of importance. Did I mention that I hated sucking up to her? Fortunately, she was busy with another customer, and she dismissed me curtly with hardly a glance. I strode briskly over to Denise's office, relieved to see that her door was open and she wasn't with someone. I ducked inside and closed the door behind me. "Denise--I had an accident!" I blurted out in a panic. She looked up from her work and her gaze fell upon the dark patch in the front of my pants. Immediately, she burst out laughing, showing her perfect white teeth and I blushed hot red with shame. "Aww, did Mommy's little baby wet his pants?" she asked in a syrupy voice reserved for children. I fumed and shuffled my feet, unable to reply with anything dignified. "I don't know what happened--I just...I mean...this has never happened before," I tried to explain. Denise looked unconvinced and she smiled back at me. "This is what happens when little sissies like you don't wear their diapers like they're supposed to," she told me. I bite my lip and stared at the floor as my cheeks burned with humiliation. The last time this had happened, was when I was in the third grade, and I still cringed with shame when I recalled Ms. Taylor's condescending treatment of me. "Um, do you think I could, um, leave to change my pants at home?" I asked tentatively. Denise crossed her slim arms over her magnificent chest in a sign of doubt. "I don't know Chrissey...who will fill in for you while you're gone? I can't give special treatment to just anyone--the others might think I'm showing favoritism towards you." "I'll only be 20 minutes," I pleaded desperately, "and then I'll be right back." Denise stood up from behind her desk and she slowly came around to stand before me. For some reason, the crisp click of her high heels on the hardwood floor seemed particularly loud in the quiet room. I looked up into her pretty blue eyes, aware that I was totally at her mercy. I felt like I were standing before Ms. Taylor again, asking to be excused from class. But there was no way I could go back out and work with my pants so obviously wet. "Well..." she began, appearing to consider an option, "I think there might be a way we can come to an understanding..." She smiled down on me coyly, as she reached down and began snaking her lacy panties down her firm, silky thighs. "On your knees, Chrissey, I think we can make some sort of arrangement." I felt her slim hand on my shoulder pushing me down to that all-too-familiar position of subservience and I looked around me in a panic. "B-but, shouldn't we lo-lock the door or something?" "I've always wanted you to suck my cock in my office," she replied with a chuckle as she began stroking herself, "and the excitement of possibly getting caught only adds spice to the situation." "I don't think--I mean--" I stammered nervously. "Better work quickly, Chrissey," she smirked as she looked down at me, her semi-hard cock in her hand, "before someone comes in for something." In a frantic panic, I wrapped my lips around her massive tool, swirling my tongue over her warm, thick head as visions of one of our co-workers discovering us swam through my head. My cheeks flushed with shame as I imagined the look on their faces, were they to find me on my knees, slobbering on a big thick cock in my mouth. I would never live that down in a million years! I'd have to move out of town if that were to happen! Like a demon possessed, I went to work on her cock, using my hands to stroke her big, meaty shaft while my mouth sucked and slurped on the fat head. Denise moaned deeply and I knew I was having an effect on her. If only I could get her to cum quickly, I might avoid the catastrophe that she had so carelessly risked for us. My head was bobbing up and down, my saliva working overtime as my heart beat wildly within my chest. At any moment, someone could come barging in! Denise had moved her hands down to guide my head, and she slowed my frantic pace to a rhythm of her own choosing. I was impatient to get the job done, but on the other hand, experience dictated that she would cum sooner if she, rather than I, controlled the way things went. I heard voices outside the door and I nearly choked in panic. Was someone about to come in?? My cheeks blazed with flaming humiliation. Denise heard it too, and she grasped my head firmly. "Keep going cocksucker...that's my little sissy...I'm going to make sure you get a big mouthful of cum...show me what a good little cocksucker you are..." Her humiliating remarks made me blush with shame even deeper but I had little choice but to finish the job at hand. Finally, I felt the familiar sensation of her mighty cock swelling in my mouth and she soon erupted with a barely muffled moan, choking it back so as not to let everyone outside know what was happening. She filled my mouth with warm, creamy semen which I gulped down, only to be dwarfed with a second, even bigger load. That too, I swallowed but she pulled her cock out and proceeded to spray my face with the last of her milky ejaculation. Reflexively, I moved my hands up to wipe it off but she pushed my hands away, and using her still hard cock head, she smeared her cum across my lips and face. "Lick that up, sissy boy," she told me breathlessly. Obediently, I did as I was told and quickly rose to my feet, extremely humiliated, yet relieved we had gotten away without getting caught. "Okay, I think we can allow you to leave for a quick break to take care of your pants," she said with a superior wink. My cheeks still burning, I hastily cleaned my face up before heading out the door.

    Chapter Ten


    The next couple of days, I managed to keep from peeing my pants at work, although to my frustration, I was still wetting the bed at home every night. Being somewhat stubborn by nature, I refused to admit I had a problem and I simply ignored the growing smell of stale pee that greeted me every time I walked into the door of my apartment.

    At work, my reputation, which at one point, had risen me to the enviable status of a rock star, had now plummeted to below what it had been before I started going out with Denise. Whereas before, I had just been considered a geeky loner, now I was considered a diaper dependent sissy with a fetish for bizarre porn.

    What few friends I had acquired now shunned me, and all the girls looked at me like I was some sort of freak.

    I was still going over to Denise's house about three times a week but she never explained what the builders had been doing there, what they were working on, or the many packages that I saw arriving in the mail when I came over. The room they had been in remained locked whenever I was around and when I asked about it, Denise merely shrugged and replied with something vague, like "it's storage".

    I was working at my teller station, anxious for the hours to pass so I could flee my humiliating work conditions when unexpectedly, I received a short and simple text message from Denise;

    How would Mommy's little baby like to cum tonight?

    My heart skipped a beat and I snatched up my phone, punching the letters so frantically, I had to re-type it three times. After telling her of my enthusiastic agreement, she instructed me to show up at her place at 8.

    For the rest of the afternoon, I willingly endured the pain of the spikes in my chastity device whenever Denise came by my station teasing me with her fabulous body. I reasoned that soon enough, my little penis would be free and I would finally, at last, get the relief I needed so badly. In the back of my mind, I hoped that Denise didn't have some trick up her sleeve but I could only hope for the best.

    That night, I showed up at her place, dressed in my best clothes, a suit jacket, pressed slacks and crisp collared shirt. After giving me a long and affectionate kiss, she led me through the door and took me to her bedroom.

    "Take off all of your clothes and fold them up neatly," she instructed me.

    I was a little surprised, hoping that after having endured everything I had, that I could assume more of a conventional role with her tonight, but then, anything that got that accursed device off me sooner was fine by me.
    In moments, I stood before her nude from head to toe, except for the emasculating pink chastity device securely locked around my genitals.

    With great ceremony, Denise removed the small silver necklace she regularly wore and brought the key over to where I was waiting. I was giddy with anticipation as she bent down and undid the small titanium lock securing the device.

    I exhaled with relief as she removed the spiked tube and worked the cuff ring out from around my sack. Looking down, I saw that my shriveled penis had numerous red indentations from where my head would repeatedly push up against the spikes.
    Taking my tiny member between her fingers, she pinched it somewhat hard and giggled aloud.

    "Do you ever wonder if the girls at the bank know just how small you are?" she asked with amusement.
    I shifted my feet nervously, wondering in the back of my mind if she was subtly implying that she had already told them. I blushed crimson, the very notion that Denise would share such a humiliating and private detail of my life with them.

    "You-you didn't tell them, did you?" I bleated.

    Denise giggled, but didn't reply as she led me over to the bed and sat me on a waiting stack of soft, but very thick diapers.
    "It's time I got my little baby dressed for this evening," she said with a devastating smile that washed over me like a tidal wave, "I have a few items that came in the mail I've been just dying to dress you in."

    This wasn't really what I had in mind but as always when I was in her presence, I was helpless to deny her anything.

    Taking some baby oil, she began slowly massaging my little member, which quickly responded to her ministrations by becoming stiff and erect. It was embarrassing to see just how small it was, even throbbing and hard, and her running commentary only served to dampen my arousal.

    "Look at this tiny little baby stick," she giggled, "Its just exactly like a little toddler's... It's no wonder you're still a virgin...Did your girlfriends laugh at you when you pulled your pants down?"

    I tried to fight the intense blushing of my cheeks as I listened to her humiliating comments. And yet, at the same time, her soft, steady caress of my pee-pee kept it rock hard and stiff. I was at once, extremely mortified and aroused all at the same time!
    Dipping her middle finger into a nearby jar of Vaseline, she slowly pushed it up inside my anus, making me squeal like a little girl with surprise.

    "Ever had a man take you here?" she asked with a knowing smirk as she plunged it in and swirled it around.

    "No!" I replied hotly, angry and humiliated that she would imply such a thing.

    "Hmm, well, we'll have to see about that," she said as she pulled her finger out. I fumed in silence and looked away as she wiped her hands on a baby wipe.
    Taking the container of baby powder, she lifted me up by my ankles and powdered my bottom generously before lowering my legs and getting the front.
    "I'm going to let my little baby girl cum in her diapers tonight," she said with a playful wink, "which is entirely appropriate, given what a big sissy you are, don't you think?"

    It was so humiliating to be treated by her like this, but I didn't want to give away my one good chance for relief by saying something that would anger her. I just had to do my best and go along with it, and besides, no one else was ever going to find out about how I had achieved my orgasm.
    I nodded my head in shameful silence, wishing I had the backbone to stand up to her bossy personality.

    Pulling the big, soft fluffy diapers up between my legs, she pinned them securely on either side of my hips.
    "That's mommy's little baby," she praised me, "Such a good little baby girl you are."
    My cheeks reddened all over again as she pulled out some nursery print, snap-on plastic pants, positioning them at my feet.

    "Aren't these cute?" she asked in her syrupy voice, "They're perfect for when baby is taking his nap and mommy needs to check his diapers. I'm sure a chronic bedwetter like you can totally appreciate that feature."

    I whimpered weakly as she pulled them up my ankles and over my smooth, hairless thighs.
    Even though this had come to be something of a ritual for us, it was still mortifying as an adult to have her treat me like a helpless, incontinent little infant.
    I bit my lip with embarrassment as she fitted them up over the fat, bulky diapers, working her long nails around the waistband to make sure all the soft cotton cloth was contained inside.

    "What a good little girl you are," she said again as she beeped my nose and began putting some pink lacy anklets over my feet.

    "Look what came in the mail for you today," she exclaimed as she held forth a pair of white glossy Mary Janes with buckles, "These will go perfectly with the cute little Sunday school dress I've been waiting to put on you."

    I cringed and pouted fussily as she easily put the sissy style shoes on my feet and buckled them in place. I looked down at my babyish lower half, knowing my child-like penis was buried between layers of bunny soft cotton Birdseye.
    Denise turned around and then brought over a pink gingham little girl's dress, with a built in petticoat that flared out the very short hem.

    "Isn't this the cutest little thing you've ever seen?" she gushed proudly, "It's like it was made just for you."
    I whined with protest as she forced my arms up and dropped the frilly confection down over my torso.
    "It even smells wonderful," she beamed down at me, "I got that baby powder scent from a company called Eternal Essence--it's like the perfect perfume for diapered sissies like you."

    My cheeks flushed as they attained an even deeper shade of red. True to her word, the powerful scent of a baby's nursery surrounded me and I squirmed in place with embarrassment.
    As she zipped up the back, she slipped a small lock into the very top, snapping it shut.

    "The seamstress was very thoughtful to have put a pair of eyes up here on the neckline so that it could be locked in place--that will make sure mommy's little sissy doesn't get any ideas about removing her dress until I say it's time," she said with another wink.

    I bunched my fists in mute frustration, helpless to prevent her from dressing me up like a little baby girl.

    "And last but not least," she said grinning as she held up a pair of lacy pink panties before me, "this little ensemble wouldn't be complete without the piece-de-resistance."

    I whimpered impotently as she held them in place for me and brought them slowly up my legs, teasing me again as she did so.

    "If only Ashley could see you now," she said with a chuckle, "Just think what she'd say!"

    I felt the blood in my cheeks expand to my ears and chest as I imagined myself standing before my co-worker, dressed in all my little girly, babyish finery.
    After easily slipping the stretchy panties over my fat, bulging diapers, Denise stood me up and led me over to the full length mirror against the far wall.

    "Take a look at yourself," she insisted with a big smile of satisfaction on her beautiful face, "Aren't you the most precious little baby girl that ever lived!"
    She stood behind me and reaching down, she squeezed the thick seat of my diapers making me squeal in my high pitched voice.

    "This is the real you, Chrissey...not the boy that came over tonight masquerading as a man, but a diaper-wetting sissy who belongs in baby dresses and lacy panties.
    "We both know that's where you belong."

    My blood felt hot on my face and chest and I bunched my fists in anger and frustration, petulantly stamping my foot on the ground.
    "No!" I snapped, "I do not!"
    Denise laughed but reached down and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek, leaving a red lipstick imprint.

    "This is how you'll be dressed whenever you're at my house, so you better get used to it."
    Giggling with amusement, she turned me around and swatted my bottom, sending me back like an errant little child to a seat next to her bed.

    "Okay Babykins, here's your big chance," she said as she took a seat opposite me, "You have three minutes to cum in your diapers before I pull them down and lock your little penis back up in your chastity device."
    I gasped and looked around the room, as if expecting some other solution to inexplicably present itself.

    "Ju-just like this?" I stammered uncertainly.
    "Mm-hm, just like that--just imagine you're back at home and looking at sissy porn--do what comes natural," she told me.
    "Bu-but I can't...not with you...you know...watching," I whined.
    "Better make it quick, Chrissey--the clock's ticking," she smirked as she gazed down at her watch.

    With a gulp of despair, I spread my legs and reached down and began tentatively rubbing the front of my thick diapers over the plastic panties. Secretly, I had to admit that the fluffy soft cloth felt wonderful against my newly freed penis, but it was still tremendously humiliating to fondle myself in front of Denise, who was not only my girlfriend but also my boss at work.
    As I began rubbing myself, powerful sensations of arousal filled my being and my breathing soon became labored.

    "Oh wait!" Denise said as she stood up and came over to me.
    Taking my pink lace panties, she yanked them down around my ankles.
    "There. Now you look just like the little sissy masturbator that I always knew you were."

    My cheeks flushed with shame and I momentarily stopped playing myself.
    "Better not stop now," she warned me, "you've only got two minutes left."
    I gulped and renewed my efforts, rubbing the front of my plastic covered diapers with abandon. In no time, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was breathing heavily again. The soft, pillowy Birdseye material felt so incredibly wonderful against my little pencil, it was an entirely new sensation for me.

    Denise giggled as she crossed her legs and sat back, enjoying the view of her diapered sissy baby, frantically masturbating like a horny adolescent school girl.

    I looked down at the fat diapers I was rubbing, reveling in how deliciously erotic they felt, only to look up and receive the shock of my life.
    Denise was sitting there, snapping pictures of me with her cell phone as she chuckled with glee!

    "Stop that!" I cried as I rose to my feet and stormed over to her.

    Denise tossed her long hair out of her face with a shake of her head while holding her cell phone out of arm's reach from me.

    "Is my baby saying she's ready to be put back into her chastity device?" she asked.

    I shook my fists with frustration, my little boner having shrunk back down from the fear of my being exposed with such incriminating pictures.

    "Go ahead baby," she taunted me, "You can sit back down and play with yourself for another minute or I can pull your diapers down and put your chastity device back on--it's up to you."

    Her smug, superior smile made me burn with resentment--I hated being so completely helpless to her will. But on the other hand, I had been so close to cumming, I was desperate to finish the deal.
    Sighing with defeat, I walked back over and sat down on the chair, my thick diapers forcing me to waddle.

    "Go ahead sissy, show mommy how her little baby likes to play with herself."
    No sooner did I begin fondling my diapers again when she pulled her phone out and began taking more pictures of me. And once more, my weak will prevented me from doing anything to stop her. Instead, I rubbed myself furiously, hoping to achieve that elusive orgasm before my minute was up.

    I blushed with utter shame as I imagined the images she was taking of me, my panties tangled around my ankles as I spread my legs and rubbed the front of my diapers. At that moment, nothing was more important to me in the world than spraying my creamy load into the soft, welcome embrace of my babyish underwear.

    I was panting like a dog, my head swimming with erotic abandon. My orgasm was bubbling up, ready to explode gloriously in a shattering climax like I had never experienced in my life. My eyelids became heavy and I felt filled with euphoria--this would make all the humiliation I had suffered and endured worth it.

    Suddenly, Denise's voice cut through the air, abruptly derailing the freight train of my impending orgasm.

    "Time's up!" she announced, "Looks like my little sissy didn't have to cum that bad after all."

    "NOOO!" I cried, "Please De-I mean, Mommy--please just give me thirty more seconds," I begged her piteously.

    She stood towering over me, her hands on her curvy hips as she looked down at me, an unsympathetic look on her pretty face.

    "Chrissey, I gave you more than a fair chance, and you blew it," she said firmly, "Now we're going to do things my way."

    Chapter Eleven Before I could respond, she grabbed a tuft of my hair and forcefully pushed me to my knees. "Time to do what you do best," she ordered me roughly. I whimpered and protested as she yanked her panties down and pulled her skirt up to reveal a big, thick hard-on staring me in the face. Without hesitation, she shoved the fat head of her cock deep into my mouth, practically choking me. "Suck it, sissy," she hissed. My cheeks bulged as I struggled with her titanic member filling my mouth and it muffled the panicked, girlish squeal I made. Adjusting quickly to breathing through my nose, I began moving my head up and down her meaty shaft, caressing the underside with my tongue. The tip of her head had a bead of pre-cum on it, which served to awaken my saliva glands. In no time at all, I was bobbing up and down like a cheap whore, her massive piston slick and wet with my juices. "Ohhh...that's it...that's my little cocksucker," Denise moaned, "This is right where you belong...on your knees with a big cock in your mouth..." She emphasized her point by grabbing my head and slamming her fat hard-on all the way into my throat, gagging me on purpose. "MFGHHHHH!!!" I squealed, before she relaxed her grip and let me resume my rhythm. "Okay sissy," she said throatily, "Stand up, come on--stand up," she ordered me. Momentarily confused, my mouth was still in the shape of a big 'O' as she popped her big cock out of my mouth and helped me back to my feet. My chin and lips were wet with saliva and I could still taste her pre-cum coating my mouth. Leading me over to the bed, she turned me around and pushed me over it, none too gently. "Stay right there," she commanded as she yanked my plastic pants open with a flurry of snaps. "Wha-what are you gonna do?" I quivered. Without answering me, Denise unpinned my diapers and let the back fall down between my legs, although bent over as I was, my little penis was still pressed up against the thick, soft, cotton cloth in front. With her high heeled legs, she forcefully kicked my feet apart and my bare bottom was exposed and ready for punishment. "Please don't spank me, Mommy!" I wailed pitifully, "I'll do better next time, just give me another chance." "Don't worry baby, you're getting another chance, just not the kind you were hoping for." I watched in horror as she dipped her tremendous cock into the jar of Vaseline and then took up a position behind me. Shaking my head violently, I pleaded with her to reconsider as she flipped up the back of my dress and using her hands, spread my cheeks wide. "Oh no--oh no Mommy!" I squealed. She pushed a big dollop of Vaseline into my hole, followed by another. "Your virgin days are over, Chrissey--I'm going to pop your cherry tonight," she said with a wicked grin. "NOO! No--please!" I wailed, "Please Mommy!" I felt the fat, warm tip of her organ pressing urgently against my small sphincter and I pinched my cheeks shut in a desperate bid to prevent her entry. "Noooo!" I cried. Reaching over, Denise picked up the oval shaped paddle on her night stand and she brought it down hard, swatting the right side of my bare bottom harshly. "OWWW!!" I howled. Using my distraction as my bottom momentarily relaxed, she pushed with determination, hard against my hole and I felt her gigantic head push past and plunge deep inside me. My eyes went wide and I gasped again in shock. Gripping the bed sheets frantically in my hands, I sobbed with defeat. Denise moved slower now, pushing her big monster deep up inside me, stretching my hole tightly like it had never been stretched in my life. It felt like she was shoving a baseball bat into my pouting rectum. "OHHHHHH!!!!" I moaned. "There..." she whispered breathlessly in my ear, "Mommy's little baby is getting just what she needs." I struggled to try and get away but between being bent over the bed and having her weight upon me, I was completely helpless. I moaned weakly as she ground her giant cock against me, pushing it in as far as it would go until it bottomed out. Looking up, I saw our reflection in the big mirror covering the opposite wall of her bedroom. I looked so weak and pathetic, whereas she looked powerful and strong, the very picture of feminine superiority. Here I was, wearing a little girl's frilly Sunday dress, holding onto the bed sheets for dear life as Denise stood imperious and proud, a smug smile on her face as she slowly pumped my aching hole. "You see who's in charge in this relationship? Not you sissy boy--I am," she said firmly. She emphasized her point by smacking my stinging bottom cheek again with the paddle and making me cry out in pain. "OOUCHH!!" A tear trickled down my face and I groaned as I felt her plunge deep inside again. "Your job is to take my cock--however and whenever I want you to." I let out a weak moan of defeat and acknowledgment. I couldn't believe I was a 22 year-old virgin who's first real sexual experience was being helplessly raped from behind. I squirmed again with all my might but she slapped my bottom and forcefully rammed her phallus deep inside me again. "UUUGHHH!" I sobbed. "So if I snap my fingers at you at work, you better make haste to my office and get on your knees. You'll be my little bitch and suck my cock whenever it suits me." My cheeks reddened as I pictured myself being at her beck and call, constantly at risk of being discovered I was a sissy cocksucker. Grasping my hips, she began humping me purposefully, in and out, the long thrusts of her gargantuan shaft making me whimper and moan like a weak little school girl. Looking up at our reflection in the mirror, I saw the disparity of power between us. I would never be her equal, in or out of the bedroom. She would always be the one calling the shots while I was forced to do her bidding. She held all the cards and I held...nothing. "This is what happens to weak sissies like you, Chrissey--they get bent over and ass fucked like emasculated little boys. And you'll take it because it's the only sex you'll ever get," she explained in her bossy voice. She slapped my right cheek again hard with the paddle. I howled out and struggled against her but it was hopeless. As usual, Denise had complete control over the situation, like she did with everything in her life, and she was going to make sure I got what was coming to me. Her paced changed and began to get more urgent as she dug her long nails into my bare hips and thrust her huge member harder and harder into me. I was moaning and crying, alternately slapping the bed mattress and gripping the sheets for comfort. "Does baby Chrissey need his teddy bear?" she taunted me. Her pretty face held a dark fire I'd never seen before--one of absolute power, like a lion that had cornered her prey and was about to lunge for the kill. My poor hole was being stretched so wide from the battering ram of her cock and it ached like nobody's business. And yet, somehow, I was getting a sensation of fulfillment like I'd never had before. My own little penis was rubbing against the soft cotton cloth beneath me and the weeks of deprivation meant the stimulation in my punished anus was translating to stimulation for my penis. I was deeply ashamed to admit I was getting turned on but I couldn't help myself. Denise pounded me relentlessly and I felt my own orgasm starting to become imminent too. I felt her big balls slapping my own as she fucked me hard and relentlessly. Looking up at her in the mirror, she looked so powerful and beautiful, a patina of fine sweat on her brow which was creased with concentration. At some point, the aching in my hole became transformed into pleasure and my head was swimming deliriously as I felt myself teetering on the edge of my climax. I looked up to see Denise closing her eyes and I felt her big tool swell inside me. Shrieking like a banshee, she plunged it all the way until it bottomed out, filling me with a warm, gooey enema. At the same time, I toppled over the edge myself, squirting my little load into the welcoming folds of my baby soft diapers. As Denise spent herself, she collapsed on top of me, her fat, hard-on still buried inside me. Both of us were breathing heavily, and she leaned into me, kissing me gently on my ear. "Well Chrissey, you're no longer a virgin," she whispered with a chuckle, "And you have a nice tight, sissy ass that I'm going to enjoy taking on a regular basis." I blushed hotly and whimpered weakly in response. Now that I had cum, I became acutely aware of her shaft stretching my hole to the limit and I mewled painfully. Sensing my discomfort, Denise pulled out and I let out a tremendous sigh of relief as her slippery tool slid out of me. Turning me over, Denise lay down next to me, her finger reaching over to gently describe a line from my ear to my chin. "How did my baby like her orgasm?" she asked me sweetly. I blushed to think of how my orgasm had been achieved, not something I was ever going to be able to brag about. I also became aware or a warm river of semen oozing out of my hole, reminding me of my new status. "It-it felt good," I confessed ashamedly, my cheeks burning a hot shade of red. It was true at least that I felt a strong sense of relief that I hadn't had since I last masturbated some four weeks ago. Pushing me over on my back, she knelt down and gave me the most sensuous kiss I'd ever experienced in my life. I sighed happily, my feelings of affection and love for her impossible to ignore. Bending down, Denise gathered the pieces of my pink chastity device and began working the cuff ring over my genitals. "Couldn't we...you know...leave that off?" I asked timidly. "I don't think so, Chrissey," she said firmly, "You'd be masturbating first thing tomorrow morning." I gritted my teeth with resignation as she fitted the tube onto my shriveled penis and mated the pins into the corresponding holes. Slipping the lock through the central pin, she clicked it shut and put the necklace with the key back around her neck. "And now, it's time to get my baby bedwetter dressed for beddie-bye."

    Chapter Twelve Grabbing my car keys and closing the door of my apartment behind me, I was struck by the difference in the air outside. Or rather, how different it smelled from the pungent air inside my single room dwelling being affected by my thoroughly pee-soaked and stained mattress. My wetting hadn't abated and I was seriously thinking I would have to start wearing diapers full time for nights. I absolutely hated the idea that I had no control over something like that at the adult age of twenty-two but what was I to do? I walked the far way around the building to my car, purposely avoiding my apartment manager's room so as to avoid her seeing me. Once again, I was late on my rent, and I was running out of excuses. Nevertheless, I was in good spirits. I had received a text message from Denise that morning that was still making me swoon with desire; I can't wait to have you nuzzling my cleavage again. ;o) It was followed by two pink hearts. I sighed with contentment. I think I was in love. I knew Denise wasn't perfect--she had her flaws just like anyone. But I reasoned that her good points more than made up for her down side. Yes, she had taken part in my write-up at work, and to be sure, our sexual relationship was anything but conventional. But no one else knew about that side of her and besides, where I was I ever going to find a perfect woman like her? It would never happened again as long as I lived. She was so pretty, and sexy, and awesome in every way. And when she smiled at me my heart sang with joy. I could easily forget about the many humiliations she had made me suffer through, if only to get that sign of approval from her when we were alone. I pulled into the parking lot at work and locked my car, bringing my small sack lunch along with me. I was just turning the corner of the building when I received a rude shock that froze me in place like a statue. There, against the wall, I saw Jordan and Denise, locked in a wildly passionate embrace with their mouths eagerly pressed against each other's, French kissing amorously as if they were in a bedroom instead of a very public place. I gasped and my mouth hung open as I stared at them in disbelief. Jordan's back was against the wall and Denise had her hands pinned against it, as if she was forcing herself on her beautiful blond friend. However, that seemed highly doubtful--Jordan's hands soon began freely roaming over her boss's sexy body, exploring her shapely ass and cupping her big, heavy breasts. I staggered back and tried to grapple with the enormity of what I was seeing. Obviously, the relationship between the two of them was far more developed than I had ever imagined. And just as obviously, it put my own relationship with Denise in a whole new light. My entire being was blazing with an all consuming fire of jealousy, competing with alternating emotions of anger and anxiety. How could she do this to me? I wanted to burst into tears and it was only with great difficulty that I pulled myself together. As I staggered drunkenly into the bank, I walked in a daze, my heart turning somersaults. I ignored the usual disdainful stares of my co-workers and went to my station, trying desperately to focus my mind on my job. About ten minutes later, I saw Jordan coming in, fixing her hair and makeup, her face still flushed from whatever they were doing out in the parking lot. Needless to say, she was very late by now for her shift, but I thought it extremely unlikely that anyone was going to hold her accountable for her tardiness. I glared at her with unremitting hatred and envy. She had never given me the time of day ever since she first started working here and now I had a whole new reason to resent her. For the rest of the morning, I was tormented with the vision of those two making out and it gnawed at me like tiger on my leg. My emotions surged from despair to raging anger, back to despair again. It was just so unfair that finally, after finding someone that I thought was perfect, that I should discover that she had feelings for another person. What was I to do? I wanted to break up with her, but deep down, I wasn't sure if I had the necessary emotional fortitude to do it. I felt helpless in the grip of her attraction, unable to stand up to her or demand she treat me with respect. The fact was, I felt weak in her presence and even now, I found her very intimidating. All morning I could think of nothing else and my work suffered for it. Four times, customers complained I had given them the wrong change and once it even came to Ashley's attention. I knew I was on thin ice with her and I struggled with difficulty to concentrate on my job. I was with an older lady and trying to deal with that transaction when I saw a previous customer come up to Ashley's station. An exchange followed in which the lady accused me of mishandling her funds and after taking care of it, Ashley turned to face me. "Chris, what in hell are you doing today? That's the second mistake I've had to deal with just this morning alone. We don't hire people to play willy-nilly with our client's cash." She was scolding me and my face was getting red as people were turning to look at us. Ashley was never one to turn away from making a spectacle and this one was turning into a doozie. I feared Denise or Mr. Jenkins would overhear and feel compelled to get involved. "Don't you realize how important the funds are that we handle here? It's not just babysitting money to them..." Her voice trailed off as I saw her gaze look past my shoulder to the computer screen behind me. Her mouth hung open in mid sentence, registering the shock that was apparent on her face. I had no idea what she was looking at but her features darkened even further and her mouth tightened in a grim line. With mounting trepidation, I slowly turned around to look at my computer. Due to inactivity, it had gone into screensaver mode except that instead of displaying the usual moving picture of the bank logo, I was now watching a slideshow presentation of pictures of myself. My mouth dropped open as I stared in horror at my image, dressed in the pink Sunday school dress, lacy panties tangled around my ankles as I was frantically rubbing the front of my bulging, fluffy diapers. I gasped in shock as the image was replaced with a close up of the side of my face, Denise's monster cock buried to the hilt as my cheeks bulged to accommodate her. "That-is-it!!" Ashley shrieked, "I am going to make sure you get your ass fired!" My heart was in my throat and I was stammering out an incoherent response when Denise suddenly appeared behind Ashley. "What's going on here?" she asked suspiciously. The rest of the tellers were looking now too and several of them could plainly see the incriminating images on my screen. In an instant, it all became crystal clear to me. Denise had been behind this from the very beginning. I still wasn't sure how she'd accomplished it, but the first night I had been at her house and heard what I thought was a camera shutter, she had been secretly her taking pictures of me. And then the blatant cell phone photos she'd taken the other night of my masturbating had obviously been intended to supplement those. I was so utterly mortified, I was on the verge of tears. My mouth was moving but I couldn't say a thing. That was until I saw Ashley's gaze drop down to focus on my pants. Looking down, I saw the dark wet patch increasing in size as I helplessly wet myself like an incontinent toddler. Heather, one of the other tellers, had come over to see what all the commotion was about and she shook her head disdainfully. "Looks like someone needs diapers," she muttered. My heart was pounding wildly and I blushed red hot with shame. I would never live this down for as long as I lived! Tears tumbled down my face as Denise looked down on me like a little boy who had failed his potty training for the umpteenth time. However, her expression hardened and she crossed her arms over her big, proud bosom to address me. "Mr. Jones, it is clear that you are unprepared to handle the adult responsibilities required by this establishment. You've been given ample warning about your filthy porn habits and you've chosen to disregard them." "--You put these on here, you bitch!" I shrieked bitterly as I wiped the tears streaming down my face. Denise slowly shook her head patronizingly and Ashley angrily pointed her manicured finger at me. "You are some kind of sick pervert and you should have been fired a long time ago!" she snapped. I was tempted to argue that the cock shown in my mouth was actually Denise's but I knew that would never fly, short of lifting her skirt up, which would probably get me arrested, on top of being fired. My shoulders sagged in defeat as she continued to dress me down. "Effective immediately, you are terminated, Mr. Jones," she said in her no-nonsense tone, "Please take your things and leave the building at once." Looking around me, I saw nothing but contempt and a total lack of sympathy for me on the faces of my co-workers. I snatched up my car keys and headed for the nearest door without bothering to gather up any of my other things. The entire front of my pants were soaked and I tried to shut out the sniggering comments being made at me as I pushed through the crowd around my station. Everything was in a blur and I was going on instinct alone. I ran to my car and started it, jamming the key in and mashing the gas pedal to the floor. Swerving wildly out of the parking lot, I only narrowly missed a soccer mom and her kids in a van that was heading down the street at that moment. I drove through the streets recklessly, not caring whether I ran through stop lights or crosswalks. By some miracle, I got home without being arrested. Getting out of my car, I violently slammed the door shut and strode across the parking lot to my apartment. My anger was soon replaced by grief and shame and I hung my head in despair as my pace slowed to walk up the steps. Because I was looking at the ground, instead of where I was going, I failed to see my apartment manager waiting for me at my door. "Well, looks like you've had quite a day," she sneered. Looking up, I saw her standing defiantly in front of me, a slip of paper in her hands. I had never really known Tasha, the woman who ran our apartment complex, although we had had a few brief exchanges. I knew she didn't think much of me and of course, I resented her for that. She was about thirty-something, slim, with long brown hair and a very attractive face. In other circumstances, I might have tried flirting with her but putting aside her distaste for me, she was way out my league anyway. I was used to being treated like trash by beautiful women and Tasha was just one more example in a long line of females throughout my life. "This is your written eviction notice to vacate the premises. You have five days to clear your stuff out before I call the sheriff," she said sternly. Walking past me, she shoved the paper in my hands and strode off without another a word. Looking down, I sighed heavily as I gazed at the harsh notification, so impersonal and final. I fumbled with my keys and opened my door. This day had gone from good, to bad, to worse and now to disastrous. I honestly couldn't think of how things could possibly be any worse for me. I had no job, no income, no savings, no girlfriend, and now, no place to live, with nowhere to go. What in the world was I to do?? And that's when it hit me... Denise was still holding the key to my chastity device!!

    Chapter Thirteen To say I was between a rock and a hard place, was a woefully inadequate understatement. Denise was utterly and irrevocably out of my life now, and I still had no more access to my penis than I had when she was my girlfriend. My little member was still locked up tighter than Fort Knox and my chastity cage was going nowhere without getting possession of her key. The obvious thing, would have been to simply go over to her house and demand she give it back to me but I wasn't so sure. What if she refused? Worse yet, what if she and Jordan met me at the door and simply laughed at me? I had already suffered more humiliation than a person should have to go through in one lifetime and I wasn't prepared to endure some more. But the fact was, I had much bigger problems to deal with than that. I had one day left before I became homeless and I was no closer to being employed than I was when I had gotten sacked. Yes, I had applied at numerous places but due to the nature of my termination and the small size of our town, I was quickly finding out that I was persona non grata everywhere I tried to get a job. That, combined with the fact that I would soon be without a roof over my head, made my situation increasingly dire. I was wracking my head for a solution and I honestly had no idea whatsoever as to how to proceed. I had 24 hours in which to come up with a solid plan and every hour made me increasingly desperate. During this time, I found myself pondering what Denise was thinking about me, why she had conspired to get me fired, and why she had shown such an apparent interest in me in the first place. What was she thinking now? Did she despise me? Did she still like me? In my heart of hearts, I hoped for the latter. But I had no way of knowing without communicating with her. It wasn't like I saw her any more on a regular basis and her texts had grown silent since I lost my job. Then again, if I was ever going to cum again, I had to face the fact that she was the only person who had the key I needed. As much as I loathed the idea, it seemed increasingly that I was going to have to make the first move and reach out to her. After considerable deliberation and much soul searching, I finally took up my phone and punched the thread that had her name on it, typing the following message; Can I call you? I must have waited a half hour before getting the courage up to send it and then I finally hit the button. The phone remained silent for several minutes. It was infuriating, sitting there waiting for an answer. I kept turning my phone on to see if maybe I'd missed a notification, only to see that nothing at all had transpired. Finally, after 56 minutes, my phone did its familiar 'bleep-ba-bleep'. I scrambled to get it and I shakily scrolled the icon over to reveal the message. Sure sissy I wasn't sure how to take that response exactly but at least it wasn't a flat out rejection. Nervously, I went over in my mind how I should conduct myself and what I should say. It wasn't made any easier by the fact that she held all the cards and I had none. Finally, I tapped the icon to call her and listened to it ring. She answered after the first ring but said nothing into the phone. "H-hi, Denise," I began uncertainly. "Hi sissy Chrissey," she greeted me cheerfully. I breathed a small sigh of relief. That was a positive sign, albeit a humiliating one. "Umm, how-how's it going?" I asked, for lack of anything else to say. "I've missed you, baby," she told me. Despite myself, my heart surged. In that instant, I forgot all about the many things Denise had done to ruin my life and humiliate me. All I could think about was the spectacularly beautiful woman on the other end of the phone that I had fallen in love with. Before I could say something in reply, she took the initiative. "Have you missed sucking my cock?" she asked with amusement in her voice. I thought I heard another woman's giggle in the background. Was that Jordan? My heart skipped a beat. "Are-are you with Jordan?" I asked, my voice quivering. "Mm-hm," she replied. Although I couldn't see her, I knew she was smiling. Once again, a massive surge of jealousy swept through me unchecked, my anger not far behind it. "How could you do this to me?" I angrily demanded, "You got me fired and now you're cheating on me with that slut!" Denise didn't reply immediately but her voice took on a bored tone. "Was there a point to this call?" She sounded ready to hang up. I had thought I would be able to keep my emotions in check but the presence of Jordan had unexpectedly pushed me over the edge. Nevertheless, I still had to resolve my living situation and this was my only chance, slim as it was. "I'm sorry, I just...um...I mean..." all of a sudden, I felt my emotions getting out of control and I choked up, unable to speak. "I don't have anywhere to go," I sobbed miserably. "What do you mean?" she asked, her interest returning. "I'm about to get evicted from my apartment!" I blubbered, barely coherent. "Awww," she said in her honeyed voice, "You could stay with me, baby." I wiped the tears off my face as I straightened up. "I-I could? I mean--you'd let me...live with you?" I could hardly believe my ears. "Mm-hm," she said pleasantly. "As-as your b-boyfriend?" I stammered anxiously. "Well...not exactly as my boyfriend," she giggled. Again, I thought I heard Jordan giggling in the background. "Wha-what do you mean?" I asked suspiciously. "If you live in my house, you'll live by my rules," she said firmly, "You'll do as I say--without question." I bit my lip nervously. "Li-like what?" I asked timidly. "We can discuss the details when you get here. But first, I have to know that you will agree without question. Otherwise, we're through talking." Her voice had taken on that bossy character that I knew all too well. There was zero room for discussion when she had her mind made up like this. "Do you agree or not?" she demanded. I looked around my mostly empty apartment at my ratty furniture and pee-soaked mattress. "I-I agree," I replied. What choice did I have? Once again, she had me cornered and checkmated. "Good. Then there's something you will have to do to show that you agree that I'm the one in charge here. "Remember that outfit I sent you home with a few weeks ago?" I cringed as I looked over at my couch and saw the white and pink ruffled fleece top laying on it. "Ye-yes," I answered her. "I want you to put that on, along with your anklets, Mary Janes, and the biggest, thickest diapers you have. That's how you will come over here. If I don't see you get out of your car and walk up the driveway in that outfit, I won't even answer the door," she explained to me. I gulped hard as I tried to imagine how excruciatingly humiliating that would be. "Bu-but couldn't I...couldn't I just put that on when I got there?" I whined. "Those are my terms. Take it or leave it." I bit my finger in angst, knowing I had little choice. It was either that, or become a homeless beggar in the streets. My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out but I couldn't see any. I was going to have to go crawling back to her on my hands and knees, and dressed in the most humiliating way possible. I gulped in trepidation and then began trying to think of ways to justify doing it. After all, it would mean room and board, and an end to all my troubles, to say nothing of a life with a beautiful woman. The short ride over would be embarrassing, for sure, but on the other hand, I wouldn't be seeing anyone here again anyway, I reasoned. "Okay," I agreed quietly. "That's 'yes Mommy'," she corrected me. "Yes Mommy," I quickly replied. I could hear Jordan giggling in the background. "Good. Be here by 4, I want there to be plenty of light still outside." "Yes Mommy," I responded submissively. "See you then, sissy," she said before she hung up the phone. I looked down at the phone and sighed heavily. It seemed that ever since I had met Denise, humiliation and degradation had become a normal part of my life. With little else to do, I decided I might as well get this over with. I could come back for the rest of my stuff later. Walking over to the couch, I laid out three of the soft Birdseye diapers Denise had given me, along with some pins and baby powder. She had only given me one pair of plastic panties, a white nursery print with babyish characters on it. It was going to be mortifying to go out in broad daylight wearing them but if this was the price for free rent, I was going to have to do it. After arranging the cloth diapers in a thick, rectangular stack, I sat down upon them and proceeded to powder myself as I had seen Denise do so many times before. These particular diapers had an absorbent soaker section sewn down the middle and I was amazed as I pulled them up between my legs to see just how bulky they were. They spread my legs apart just like a baby's and I blushed with the familiar sensation. Taking the pink headed diaper pins, I pushed them through the soft cloth awkwardly, unaccustomed to having to do this for myself. It took a few attempts before I got the right fit and then I was ready for the plastic panties. Holding them in my hands, I blushed again that I was willingly doing this to myself. What would people think if they were to see me? I tried not to think about it as I slid them up my legs like my usual underwear. I had to work them around the diapers which were so fat and bulky but eventually, all the fluffy, spongy cloth was contained inside the waterproof vinyl. I put the top on next, a white and pink fleece garment with short, puffy sleeves and a frilly lace hem that came down to about my navel. A diapered teddy bear amongst some building blocks decorated the chest. Very mature indeed. I went into my closet and found the white lacy anklets and glossy pink Mary Janes, idly wondering to myself where Denise found all this stuff. Sitting down, I slipped the socks and sissyish shoes on, standing up to look at myself in the mirror. Of course, I had seen myself dressed like this at Denise's house many times, but this was the first time I had seen myself in my apartment, and more importantly, having agreed to dress in it myself. I blushed a hot red as I beheld the thickly diapered sissy looking back at me in the mirror, looking like he needed his mommy and a bottle. I swallowed hard, grabbed my car keys and headed for the door. Was I really going to do this? How many people would see me? I could only hope I would be able to run to the car and once inside, people wouldn't really be able to pick up on just how ridiculous I looked. I was holding the doorknob in my hand, afraid to twist it open. With my heart pounding in my chest, I took a deep breath and opened the door. Looking down the second story balcony hallway, I didn't see anyone in either direction. With my heart feeling like it was about ready to jump out of my chest, I tried to walk briskly toward the stairwell going down to the parking lot, only to discover that the extreme thickness of the diapers forced me to waddle like a baby. I went as fast as I could, bolting down the steps but then when I turned the corner, who should I find standing there before me, but Tasha! Her mouth dropped open (as did mine) and she stared incredulously at me, her gaze taking in my pink Mary Janes, baby smooth thighs devoid of hair, my thick, bulging diapers with the shiny nursery print plastic panties, and lastly, the white and pink sissy baby top. I nearly dropped my car keys but then I felt a familiar and childish sensation happening in my diapers as I suddenly flooded them in panic. "Oh-my-god," she said in awestruck shock. Completely at a loss for words, I tried to move around her but she stepped in my way. "Whoa there, baby boy," she said with a smirk coming to her face, "I always suspected you were some kind of weird pervert but I had no idea..." My face flushed a deep red and I felt another stream of hot pee saturate the cloth between my legs. I ducked around her and fled for my car, her raucous laughter ringing in my ears. Once again, I was making a panic stricken escape, mindless of my surroundings. Driving like a maniac, I just wanted to get to Denise's house as fast as I could. I took the on ramp to the freeway and floored it, accelerating into the left lane as quickly as I could. Keeping my eyes forward, I ignored the cars that were slowing down or speeding up to keep pace with me and see the strange sissy in the driver's seat. I had almost reached the exit for Denise's street when the flashing red and blue lights suddenly caught my attention in the rear view mirror. With a sinking realization, I knew my day was just about to get a whole lot more interesting.

    Chapter Fourteen As I looked with disbelief into the rear view mirror at the red and blue flashing lights closing in, my entire being surged with panic. How was I going to explain my appearance? How could my situation be any worse? I bit my lip so hard, I almost drew blood. With my heart beating wildly, I slowed the car and started pulling over to the right lanes of the freeway. Maybe, just maybe, he was after someone else. But no, he followed right behind me as I made my way over and I knew with sinking certainty that it was me he was after. My breathing was coming in short gasps and I thought I was going to hyperventilate. What would he do when he saw my sissy top and diapers? I was already blushing a deep red and I hadn't even stopped the car. At last, I pulled off the active lane and onto the wide shoulder, shutting off the engine. The policeman had been driving a suburban and he kept the lights flashing as he got out, which had the effect of calling attention to every motorist who should happen to drive by us. I swallowed hard as I watched him walking toward me, his dark sunglasses making him look all the more menacing. The big cop rested his hand on his gun as he approached and I squirmed in my seat, only to realize I had just let out another stream of pee into my thick, fluffy diapers. Rolling down the side window, I tried to get my erratic breathing under control. The cop came alongside and looked down at me, his expression darkening as he beheld the ridiculous image of the sissy baby behind the wheel. I couldn't read his eyes, but his look was that of contempt and displeasure. Without a word, he put both his hands on his hips and his chiseled jaw hardened. "What in god's name are you wearing, boy?" he demanded. I swallowed hard and tried to say something but my mouth was so dry I could only stammer foolishly. "Never mind," he cut me off in a curt tone, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" I-I-I wa-was speeding?" I quaked, guessing the obvious. "That's right sissy boy. Give me your license and registration." My face flushed as I suddenly realized that in my haste to get over to Denise's house, I had left my driver's license in my pants pocket which was now lying on the floor of my apartment. With my hands visibly shaking, I fumbled for my car's registration from the glove box and almost dropped it on the ground as I gave it to the stern officer. "Driver's license," he barked at me. I felt another stream of pee surge into my already wet diapers. "I-I-I seem to have, um, uh, forgot it," I replied lamely. He regarded me with a fierce expression that made me cringe in fear. "Looks like your going to be taking a trip to jail today, young man," he told me simply. I gasped in horror. There was no way I could go to jail dressed as I was--no way. "Please! Wait--please, isn't there something--something we could do?" I was beside myself with panic. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to staunch yet another steam of terror-induced pee into my diapers. The cop looked at me long and hard without saying a word as he appeared to consider the alternatives. At last, he put his ticket book into his breast pocket and stood back a step. "Get out of the vehicle," he ordered. With my heart threatening to jump out of my chest, I fumbled with the door handle and stepped out, the cars passing by enthusiastically honking at me as they caught sight of my babyish outfit. Looking around nervously, I followed him as he led me to the opposite side of his suburban from the traffic. He then made me face the oncoming traffic while he stood behind me. I wanted to hide behind the vehicle but he pushed me forward so I was next to the rear view bumper, ensuring everyone in the near lanes would get an unobstructed view of me as they drove by us. I blushed hotly as I stood there, every fifth or sixth car honking at me as they whizzed by. I heard him undoing his belt and unzipping his pants and wondered what exactly he had in mind. Before long, I felt the waistband along with the back of my diapers being pulled back. I squealed with surprise but the worse was yet to come. I knew I had no choice but to submit to whatever he was going to do to me and in my naivete, I thought maybe he'd just drop something down the back of my diapers. It was with mortified shock that I felt a strong stream of hot pee suddenly splashing against my lower back and into the crack between my buns as began peeing into my diaper like it was his own personal urinal. The cars passing us could probably see his head behind me but it was my full body that they saw as he slowly relieved himself into the thick, absorbent cloth inside my plastic panties. My face went a bright shade of red and I bunched my fists, stamping my feet in frustration as I stood in place, letting him do his business without any sort of interference. He must have thought me a complete weakling to stand there and do nothing. Somehow, all my previous moments of spinelessness seemed to come back to haunt me, as if to say that all my cowardice in the past had led me to this ultimate of humiliating degradations. To be sure, I was showing absolutely no backbone now or doing anything to discourage this bully. I could feel his hot pee accumulating in a deepening pool in my seat as the fluffy, soft cotton struggled to absorb it all as fast as it could. I felt the soggy warm wetness seeping in between my legs and up into the crotch of my diapers to surround my little balls and caged penis with his nasty urine. The force behind his stream was very strong and as it splattered against my lower back, I pictured he must have had quite a big cock. He kept peeing freely, emptying what must have been a very full bladder until it trickled to a halt. And then, just when I thought he was finished, he started with another equally strong stream. I sobbed with humiliation and felt my eyes filling with tears of shame. My diapers were sagging by now with the weight and I whimpered with helplessness. Who else was so totally lacking in dignity to let another man pee freely into the back of his diapers? But then, who else would have willingly put on diapers, plastic baby panties and a sissy outfit to drive around in public? Obviously, my shame had no bounds. I waited until he was finally done, and then stood there submissively as he let go of my plastic panties and slapped my thickly diapered bottom roughly as a form of dismissal. "Run along, sissy boy," he commanded me. "Yes sir," I whimpered in defeat. In my utter humiliation, I waddled back to my car, holding my diapers on either side to prevent them from sliding down my smooth thighs from the weight of all that pee. With a humiliating squish, I sat in my seat, the warm pee seeming to surround me completely as my snug plastic panties ensured I felt every soaking square inch of my diapers. I sniffed away the sob threatening to engulf me as I pulled back onto the freeway and slowly took the exit to Denise's house. Needless to say, I could never tell anyone what just happened. If she asked--and I knew she would--Denise would have to be told I simply couldn't hold it anymore and I'd peed my diapers like any other incontinent toddler.

    Chapter Fifteen After my humiliating encounter with the cop, I drove much slower, and with a heightened sense of apprehension as I made my way to Denise's neighborhood. I rebuked myself for forgetting my driver's license--I wouldn't be swimming in another man's pee now if I had just been more careful and less impulsive. Earlier, I had been dreading my arrival at my former girlfriend's house but by comparison to what I had just been through, walking up her driveway in my sissy top and exposed diapers was going to be easy. I hadn't wanted to move too much in my seat but regardless, I couldn't escape the cop's warm pee surrounding me everywhere. There wasn't one section of my diapers that wasn't fully saturated and I felt like a toddler who couldn't be trusted with training pants yet. I was utterly ashamed and part of me even felt like I had gotten what I deserved for my total lack of backbone and my cowardly personality. Getting out of the car, I closed the door behind me and waddled awkwardly up the paved driveway to Denise's front door. My diapers were so heavy, they sagged under the weight and I was forced to use one hand to help support them. With my free hand, I knocked on the door and waited nervously, hoping my exposure outside would be as brief as possible. Before long, I heard the sound of Denise's high heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she approached. The door opened wide, and I beheld my former boss for the first time since she had fired me so ignominiously at the bank earlier in the week. She was wearing a snug, form-fitting white skirt and matching crop top that clung deliciously to her big, mouthwatering breasts. In all my trauma lately, I had forgotten just how mesmerizing they were. No wonder I was willing to do anything and everything she had wanted! Her lovely long black hair spilled over her mostly bare shoulders in big curls but it did nothing to hide the deep, sexy cleavage between her big, proud breasts. Now that I stood before her, I felt foolish and weak when confronted by her power and beauty and I found myself blushing all over again. She stood well above me, her hands on her curvy hips as she looked down at me imperiously, as if I were an errant child. "Well...Did my little baby manage to keep her diapers dry for the ride over?" she asked skeptically. I squirmed and turned bright red with embarrassment. Without waiting for an answer, she stepped outside, physically turned me around to face the street, and squeezed the thick, spongy seat of my diapers. I squealed with embarrassment. "Oh my, you are absolutely soaked!" she exclaimed, "You really do need diapers, don't you?" My face burned with shame as a neighbor across the street came out to check her mail. The woman looked across to gaze at me and I could see her eyebrow rising quizzically. "Um, can-can we go inside?" I whined. Denise answered me by swatting my seat and I stumbled forward clumsily, showing anyone who was watching who wore the real pants in this relationship. Just as I turned to go in, Jordan appeared next to Denise blocking the way, and she looked down on me, the disdain plain on her face. "Oh--it's you," she said by way of greeting. I squirmed awkwardly and shifted my feet, not knowing what to say. "That outfit suits you perfectly," she remarked, "Just what I'd expect from a big sissy like you who can't keep his pants dry." My cheeks burned with shame as I stood before the two of them, thoroughly humiliated. And to be sure, things weren't made any better by the fact that the thick diapers I was wearing were sopping wet, only confirming her dismal opinion of me. "Chrissey, I think you need to tell Jordan what you did," Denise told me. Biting my lip, I looked down at the concrete walkway in front of us. I badly wanted to duck inside and hide but she was apparently going to drag this out and make me humiliate myself in front of everyone. "I-I w-wet myself," I admitted shamefully. Jordan shook her head in disgust. "What a surprise." "Don't worry, Chrissey," Denise said with a forgiving smile, "Your days of wearing pants are over. Why don't you come inside and I'll show you to your room." Feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation, I followed them inside but not before looking over my shoulder to see if their neighbor was still there. Sure enough, the woman was still standing by her mailbox, staring at me and trying to figure out what kind of weirdo I was. I rushed inside, waddling awkwardly behind the two sexy women as they led me down the hall toward the mysterious room Denise had been having work done to previously. As the two of them went in and stepped aside, I entered and looked around in shocked amazement. It has been re-designed as a nursery, and judging by the pink and white decor, it looked like it was intended for a baby girl, albeit, a rather large one. An over-sized pink crib dominated the room, with a teddy bear nestled cozily amongst it's Disney Princess baby blankets. Next to it, a low vinyl-covered changing table sat nearby, stacks and stacks of thick cloth diapers and other supplies ready for use along with a short chest of drawers that were open to reveal many pairs of waterproof plastic panties. My stomach buzzed with nervous anticipation. A shelf containing nursery books and baby toys was to one side and next to it, a folded playpen stood ready for use. Three sides of the room were wallpapered with designs of baby bears and building blocks while the fourth wall was covered with a mirrored set of closet doors. A warm light shone in through gauzy pink curtains over the only window on the opposite side of the room. In the far corner, stood a large pink dresser, with dolls lining the top, it's sides decorated with more playful nursery characters. Hanging above it on a peg, I suddenly shivered as I recognized Denise's formidable Spencer paddle, an instrument of discipline I was all too familiar with. I gasped as I took it all in. I guess I hadn't really given too much thought as to what the conditions of my living here would be but I never imagined this! "This is where a sissy like you belongs and it's where you'll be spending the majority of your time, Chrissey," Denise explained firmly, "Judging by how wet your diapers are, it's obvious you need them 24/7 now." My face reddened and I wanted to blurt out that most of the pee in my diapers wasn't my doing but somehow, I didn't think that explanation was going to do me much good. "Time to explain a few ground rules," Denise said in her no-nonsense tone, "First, under no circumstances are you to touch your diapers. If either of us catch you doing that, you will immediately get a severe spanking. Your diapers will be changed at our discretion, either by one of us, or one of your babysitters--" "--Ba-babysitters?" I spluttered, trying to take it all in. "Yes, babysitters. We won't always be here to watch over you so I have a number of girls in mind that will be babysitting you when we're gone." She saw the shock and horror registering on my face and a sly smile appeared on hers. "Oh yes, Chrissey, don't think for one minute that when people are visiting that your diapers will remain a secret. These are your underwear from now on," she said slapping my thickly padded bottom, "And we'll change your wet diapers regardless of company, so you might as well get used to the idea." I bit my lip and balled my fists as I struggled with the intense frustration, humiliation, and fear rising within me. "Second, your bedtime will be 7:30 sharp. Any bad behavior during the day and I'll move it up to 7, or even earlier. That means you will be in your crib, diapered and locked in with the lights out by bedtime. Any whining or complaining will result in trip over my lap." My mouth hung open again and my lips quivered as I tried to deal with what she was telling me. "Third, I've already told you that you are to do whatever I tell you without question. That goes for Jordan here too. She has equal authority over you and if she feels you need a spanking, she has every right to do it." As I stood there in shock, Jordan strode over to the dresser and reached over to pick up the Spencer paddle. "And just to get things off on the right foot so you'll see who's boss around here, I'm going to give you a taste of how things are going to be from now on," Jordan told me. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. The very woman I resented and hated and had stolen my girlfriend was about to pull my diapers down and spank me! I gulped in panic and felt a fear-induced stream of pee flood into my already soggy diapers. "No-p-please," I begged her as I put my hands up in protest. She snatched my wrist roughly and yanked me over as she took a seat on a sturdy stool that I assumed served one purpose only--one in which I was about to participate in. With grim determination, she tugged my plastic panties and heavy wet diapers down with one quick move, leaving my pink chastity device fully on display. I blushed hot red with shame as the strong smell of pee surrounded us. "Pathetic...absolutely pathetic," she said shaking her pretty head, "And I can see why Denise locked up this tiny little thing. A sissy like you doesn't deserve to be able to cum anyway." Looking back up into my fear-filled eyes, she fixed me with a stern gaze. "I've been wanting to paddle you for a long time now, Chrissey," she told me, "so you can be sure I'll make this one count." "Please don't spank me!" I begged her shamelessly, the panic rising uncontrollably and making my knees weak. "Get over my lap," she told me tersely. I squealed like a little girl as she yanked me over her skirted thighs, causing me to fall face forward helplessly. "Wait! Please--please don't spank me," I sobbed. I knew there was no escaping now and as usual, my weak nature had put me in a place where I was going to receive a painful, humiliating punishment at the hands of the very person who was my arch enemy. "By the way...I just thought you should know..." Jordan said smugly as she rubbed the fearsome paddle against my damp bottom, "Everyone at work knew you were wearing diapers--you smelled like baby powder and pee all the time and the girls used to call you 'Pamper Princess'." I groaned with crushing shame at the realization even as I squirmed feebly on Jordan's lap. I opened my mouth to say something but I was cut off by the harsh, biting impact of the hard wooden paddle being seared across both my tender cheeks. I gasped in pain and howled as the paddle came down again and again in quick, scalding succession. Jordan was letting loose with months of pent-up frustration and resentment and she spanked me with all her strength. I burst into tears immediately and kicked my feet as I bunched my fists and beat the floor. My wet diapers had only served to make my bottom more sensitive and I bawled with bitter indignation as each hard slap of the paddle impacted my damp, pee-soaked buns. With tears flooding my eyes, I could no longer see Denise clearly as she stood above me, but her hands were on her hips as she watched her lover soundly paddle me with impunity. It felt like a thousand wasps were stinging my blazing cheeks and I was crying like a baby, struggling to escape Jordan's terrible retribution but her grip was like steel as she continued my excruciating punishment. Denise must have taught her well because after bringing the center of my buns to a flaming hot, cherry red, she turned her attention to the virgin sides, slapping them harshly until they glowed equally to an angry, red crimson. I prayed that she was done but then she returned to the center of my seat, repeatedly bringing the paddle down hard, delivering deep, vengeful swats right at the soft curve of my bottom where it reached my thighs. I wailed at the top of my lungs, kicking wildly as the hot tears spilled off my face to splatter on the floor while I pounded it with my fists in bitter, impotent frustration. Was this to be my fate? Being paddled like a naughty little boy whenever the mood struck them? While I had some sort of relationship with Denise (the exact nature of which I was still unsure), I could tell Jordan wouldn't think twice about putting me over her lap for the slightest infraction. I had resented Jordan from day one and it was the worst possible fate for me to find myself under her harsh and unforgiving authority. And now--to be spanked by her! It was more than I could bear. At last, the terrible spanking was over and Jordan dumped me unceremoniously on the floor. I immediately reached around and rubbed my flaming, swollen cheeks as I cried like a baby before them. "That was only the first of many spankings you can expect from me, sissy boy," she informed me. Denise came over and bent down to my level, smiling warmly at me in sharp contrast to Jordan. "Aww baby," she said, her voice for once revealing her sympathy, "Come here, sugarplum." Scooping me into her arms, I sobbed miserably as she held me to her soft, pillowy bosom in a tender, motherly embrace. "I'm sorry that was necessary but it was important for you to learn that Jordan means business when she tells you what to do," she said in a voice for simple toddlers. I wiped my arm across my wet face and looked over to Jordan who still had the paddle in her hand, her arms crossed over her chest defiantly and an unrelenting, smug look on her face. As much as I hated and begrudged her, she was my boss now and I was going to have to respect her rule over me. Whereas before, I had been an insignificant worm to her--now, I was her bedwetting sissy baby for her to punish and humiliate as she pleased. Denise was soothing me and rubbing my head in a maternal way as she pushed my wet nose between her mammoth breasts. "Poor little sweetums," she cooed, "Mommy needs to put her little baby back into her diapers." I wasn't about to resist her. I had no strength left. Choking back a sob, I let her take me over to the changing table where she laid out three thick cloth diapers. I certainly didn't want to live the life of a little baby girl but these two gave me no choice. I pouted and continued to cry as she sat me down on the diapers but I howled out as soon as my blazing bottom came into contact with them. Denise smiled down on me again and she pushed a big, pink rubber pacifier between my quivering lips to quiet me. I found it oddly comforting and I tried not to look at Jordan who was still standing there looking superior, staring down at me with disapproval. I whimpered as Denise pinned me into my new, permanent underwear; thick, embarrassing diapers, and I tried not to think of how it would be like to be seen by everyone that came over. "Time for your baby panties, Chrissey!" she said gleefully as she positioned a pair of pink nursery print waterproof panties at my Mary Jane-clad feet. I sniffled as she worked them up my smooth legs and worked them over the bulky cloth, running her fingers around the waistband to be sure all the cloth was contained inside. Rising up, she went over to the closet and came back with a fluffy pink and white baby dress which she held before me proudly. "Is this what my little girl wants, hm?" she asked in her syrupy voice. With the fat pacifier stuffed in my mouth, I nodded submissively. "Well, don't you worry sugarplum, 'cause Mommy bought a whole wardrobe for you, and you're going to be just the cutest little baby girl from now on," she said enthusiastically as she removed my fleece top and replaced it with the frilly dress. Standing me up, she stood behind me as she zipped up the back and adjusted the short hem of the girly ensemble which barely covered the top of my diapers. I cringed as I stared at our reflection in the mirror, looking like mother and baby daughter. Even without her heels, Denise was much taller than I but with her stilettos on, she practically towered over me. She stood behind me proudly, beaming with pleasure at the final result of all her careful scheming and planning. "From the first day I met you, I knew I had to make you my baby girl," she said with her beautiful smile, "And we both know this is where you really belong, Chrissey--not trying to impersonate a man, but wearing dresses and diapers in your very own nursery like the big sissy we all know you are." I blushed hotly from behind the fat pacifier filling my mouth at her humiliating words. Jordan stepped forward and stood next to Denise. "I think we should invite the girls from the bank so they can see the diapered sissy that used to work with them." "Oh my god--what a great idea!" Denise agreed, clapping her hands with eagerness, "I can't wait to tell Ashley and see the look on her face when she sees him." Turning around to face Jordan, Denise threw her arms around her neck and planted a big, passion-filled kiss on her lips. As I watched the two of them groping each other lustfully, I seethed with mute jealousy and envy. Breaking her kiss momentarily, Denise looked into Jordan's willing eyes but kept her arms around her. "I think we need to leave our baby to play with her toys while we have some fun of our own," she suggested in a husky voice. "I thought you'd never ask," Jordan grinned. The two left me standing there, locking the door behind them to prevent me from leaving or interfering with their lovemaking. I sniffled and sighed heavily, sitting down to look at the dollies and toys that had been gotten for me. Several minutes later, the rhythmic sounds of the two of them moaning could be distinctly heard from the adjoining room as I stacked my colorful building blocks. I didn't even notice as I began wetting my soft, fluffy diapers. THE END

    Epilogue ...six months later Anxiously, and with rising concern, I sat on the padded, vinyl covered floor of my playpen, surrounded by a collection of my dollies and a number of big plastic building blocks. Not surprisingly, my diapers were soaking wet, as they often were these days. I had long ago lost my ability to control my wetting, and it was rare that I even got any kind of a warning sensation beforehand. More often, I just found myself helplessly wetting my diapers like any completely incontinent toddler. Denise had explained to me that during the first few days after I'd met her, she'd put a mild sedative and diuretic in my baby bottle, just to get the process started, but after that, it had all been me. I think all the pressure I had been under, both at the bank, and trying to deal with Denise during the early stages of our relationship had caused me to revert to bedwetting, which in turn, started my uncontrolled wetting during the day. In any event, my diapers were indispensable now and they normally only remained dry for the first hour or so. After that, it was only a matter of time before they grew heavy and began to sag with all the pee accumulated from several consecutive wettings. I had certainly become used to the feeling of wet diapers on a regular basis and it no longer bothered me like it used to. And to be sure, I had gotten used to the smell of stale, pee-soaked diapers in my nursery which no amount of fragrance could cover. Any visitors that should happen to come in, quickly realized that my diapers weren't just for show but we're absolutely necessary to keep my childish wetting under control. True to her word, Denise spared me no dignity around her friends. By now, they all knew of the sissy baby in her house and I was regularly paraded in front of them wearing my short dresses, onesies, or diaper shirts. And if she felt it was time, my diaper changes would take place in front of any or all of them, with some of them even lending a hand during the process. And even though this was happening on a regular basis, the intense humiliation I suffered was as if each one, was the first time. Some of her friends really enjoyed teasing me, especially Ashley who was a regular visitor, or her bossy but sexy friend, Ariel. The latter particularly enjoyed humiliating me and making me explain in great detail why I "wasn't ready for big boy underpants", and why diapers would be my constant companion. I had hoped my spankings, which had become a regular event since I moved in, would be kept private but that too, was something I had to suffer in front of everyone. Here again, Ashley and Ariel were only too happy to lend a hand and it was to my utter shame whenever one of them would unpin my diapers and pull me over their lap to soundly paddle my bottom. But overall, I couldn't really complain. My room and board were provided for by Denise and Jordan and I had zero responsibilities. My main concerns centered around what kind of food I was served in my high chair, and how soon I could get my perpetually wet diapers changed. To my frustration, it wasn't uncommon for Denise to squeeze the thick seat of my diapers and dismissively tell me "you can wait another hour", which meant enduring the annoying, clammy wet embrace for who knew how long. I spent most of my time in my nursery, which on the whole, was about as dull and boring as it could get. And even when I was let out, it was usually just to be strapped into my high chair for meals or be placed in the playpen so they could keep an eye on me. I had traded the stress of living in a competitive world for my freedom. Denise kept my schedule of orgasms rare so the spikes in my chastity device remained as a constant source of pain for me. I tried my best to avoid thinking about sex but it wasn't easy with the two of them going around the house wearing little in the way of clothing. I was generally allowed but one orgasm a month, and that, only by being bent over the crib mattress, my diapers pulled down as Denise pounded me for half an hour from behind with her big, hard cock. Jordan made a point of telling me I was lucky to get even that, and maybe she was right, although it always left my hole sore, aching, and leaking of her gooey semen. My sex life could be varied, in that sometimes Denise allowed me to masturbate into my diapers instead of being humped for my monthly orgasm. However, those rare instances always occurred under the most humiliating circumstances, like when she made me do it front of all her friends. After removing my chastity device, I was re-diapered and made to sit in the middle of the living room floor, then given a set time limit in which to rub myself to orgasm. Given the audience I was to perform in front of, I preferred being bent over the crib mattress to the mortifying humiliation of playing with myself in front of a bunch of jeering, mocking women. It was Jordan's idea that I should receive regular "maintenance spankings" once a week, just to make sure I remembered who was boss. I certainly didn't need any reminding and I dreaded them terribly but like everything else, I had absolutely no say. On Sundays, either Jordan or Denise would come into my nursery, take down the paddle and put me over their lap for a blistering spanking that left me kicking and crying like a baby. The only plus out of that arrangement was when Denise was the one administering the punishment. She would often re-diaper me afterwards and place me on her lap, allowing me to nuzzle her big, beautiful breasts as she bottle fed me. Another aspect of my new life that I soon discovered after moving in were regular, daily enemas. Denise had a big dildo nozzle she liked to use when she bent me over for my daily purging, and it made her giggle to watch me squirm and whimper as I took in the quart or more of warm, soapy water deep into my rectum. She said she loved nothing more than to see me weak and helpless, bent over her lap with my legs spread as she administered the enema and I moaned like a little girl. As much as I hated that humiliating procedure, I was wishing now that I had gotten one earlier today. The weekend morning had been unusually busy for the two of them and Denise had simply forgotten all about it. While one would think that would be a good thing, two circumstances were now dictating otherwise. The first, was that I was starting to feel warning cramps and an urgent need to go. The second, was that Jordan had put my big rubber pacifier in my mouth with strict instructions not to remove it. I knew better than to disobey her when she had issued that kind of order. My bottom was still sore from last night's severe paddling. But at the moment, I was sitting in my playpen in the living room, while the two of them were on the couch opposite me, kissing and fondling each other. Even under the best of times, this was a tortuous situation for me. It was agony watching or listening as they became amorous with each other because my little penis couldn't help but get aroused and it wasn't long before I felt the cruel bite of the sharp spikes in my chastity device. No amount of thinking about mundane things would alleviate the pain and I was left to suffer in silence. However, today I had a whole new set of concerns. My dinner last night had worked its way through my bowels and was now seeking escape in the only way it could. I was shifting my position in the playpen but I knew there was no escaping nature's inevitable course. Rising up on my knees, I gripped the softly padded sides of the playpen and looked over anxiously at Denise and Jordan. They were completely oblivious of the torture I was undergoing as they kissed and explored each other's bodies freely. As the urges became stronger and stronger, I chewed my pacifier and whimpered, trying to get their attention. I knew that neither of them were fans of messy diapers and I could only imagine the punishment that would await me if I were to go right now. Nevertheless, I was getting closer and closer to surrendering and I fidgeted anxiously, trying to find a position that would take some of the pressure off. I gripped the side of the playpen until my knuckles grew white, mewling and desperately trying to make them look my way. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. With a sob of defeat, I knelt down a bit and relaxed. A huge, solid load pushed out between my spreading cheeks into my waiting diapers, oozing slowly, only to be followed by another equally thick one. A tear of shame trickled down my cheek and I was shocked at how big the mess was as the big slippery log slid up my crack. It filled my entire seat and felt heavier than I expected. I groaned as a third, smaller load joined the first mess in a growing, nasty pile within my diaper. My face was red already from my exertions but now the utter shame of my childish act hit me. Even though I was still positioned on my knees, there was no escaping the warm, sticky mess being held closely and intimately against my bottom cheeks. And worse yet, my knees were getting tired, with neither Denise or Jordan showed any signs of noticing my distress. At last, my knees couldn't take anymore. With a sob of humiliation, I slowly sat down, the gooey mess squishing against my seat and spreading all around. I had never felt more like a helpless baby in all my life and I sniffled with shame, fighting back the tears that threatened to burst from my eyes. At that moment, I hated being Denise's little sissy baby! I was sitting there miserably, trying to think of how things could be any worse for me when the doorbell rang. I gasped in shock and felt a strong stream of warm pee join the big, babyish mess that was already in my diapers. Jordan stopped kissing Denise momentarily and she gave me a wicked look. "That must be Chrissey's babysitter," she explained. The very last thing I wanted was to have my mess discovered, let alone, by an outsider. Jordan scurried over and opened the front door, standing aside as she invited her guest in. I winced as a tall, good looking, muscle-bound man entered. He was wearing snug white shorts and a tank top which served to showcase his very impressive physique. Jordan gave the tall man a quick hug and then brought him over to the playpen. I blushed hotly as I looked up in embarrassment at the big man that was towering over me. "Chrissey, meet my friend Hank. He's a personal trainer down at our gym and he's been super anxious to come over and meet you. I told him you were just a big sissy who wears diapers and dresses but he didn't seem to mind." His crotch was eye level to me and I couldn't help but notice a growing bulge in his shorts. I squirmed nervously in my seat, which only spread the big, sticky mess in my diapers further. "Hank said he'd gladly babysit you for free, although god only knows why," Jordan said sourly. He looked down at me with naked lust in his eyes and I swallowed hard, watching as he slowly stroked his big, growing boner idly through the thin fabric of his shorts. "Oh--" Jordan said by way of an afterthought, "--Did I mention that he's gay? I'm sure the two of you will have lots of fun together." THE END

    A sequel to "A Walk in the Park"

    Bobby, I just love this archive of all your wonderful stories. I think you are the best writer of sissy diaper fiction. Have you ever thought of wring a sequel to "A Walk in the Park"? It's so incredibly erotic having Tiffany witness and enjoy Mrs. Stratford humiliating diapering of her son Francis in public. I would love to see what happens when Tiffany Johnson comes over to babysit the little one. Hopefully she will dominate Francis with diapers, spankings and breastfeeding. Just a thought. 

    Danielle's Birthday Party

    While cheerful sounds of Barney played on the TV, filling the living room with its happy, light hearted, childish melodies--warm, sunny light streamed in through the windows, mirroring the cheerful attitude of the room's sole occupant; a slim youth, looking much more like a baby than his chronological age would suggest.

    As Danny, or rather, Danielle--as he was referred to these days--sat in his playpen, he was literally bursting with eager excitement and anticipation.

    Today was his thirteenth birthday and his mommy had a big party planned for him. Colorful balloons in white, pink, and lavender decorated the front room and a festive banner crossing from wall to wall proclaimed 'Happy Birthday!'. There was even a pink birthday cake and as Danielle looked through the netted side of his playpen, he felt pride at the circle of 13 candles adorning it--now, maybe people would finally start respecting him.

    Danielle had hinted to his mommy that he really wanted a Playstation this year and although she had been rather coy with him, he privately held out hope that she would give in to his wishes. At the advanced age of thirteen, he was finally a teenager now and he was really hoping that she could put an end to the baby treatment she had started three years ago.

    A half hour previous, his sister Brittany had finished feeding him his breakfast--spoon fed to him while he had been secured in his highchair. She was a now a cute sophomore in High School and her body was growing more womanly every day. By contrast, Danielle's own "manhood" hadn't grown so much as a millimeter since his tenth birthday and it was still babyishly small compared to the rest of his otherwise unimpressive body. Of course, that hardly mattered, since the only girls that saw him were his mom, tutor, and babysitters and they certainly weren't going to have any kind of relationship--sexual or otherwise, with the effeminate, simpering sissy. Indeed, the entire neighborhood knew all about Danielle now, about his childish need for diapers and the girly, toddler outfits his mom dressed him in daily. They all saw him as nothing more than an overgrown, bedwetting baby girl who still very much needed his mommy.

    As Danielle played happily in his playpen, he was still dressed in his jammies from last night--that is, a short, ruffled diaper shirt that left his big, embarrassing pampers fully exposed, along with some cute matching anklets. And since he hadn't been changed yet, his bulging diapers were, of course, completely soaked. But that didn't dampen the little sissy's spirits. No, even the cool, clammy embrace of multiple layers of soggy wet Birdseye cloth clinging to his bottom and squishing between his legs couldn't put a dent in his enthusiasm for the birthday party awaiting him.

    Danielle's ordinary life was so often dull and boring, that this party in his honor was truly an event to get excited about. He looked forward to being the center of attention for once, instead of being ignored and marginalized, as was so often the case.

    Danielle looked up to see his mommy stride purposefully into the living room to retrieve him for his daily, morning enema. Lifting him out of his playpen, she led him back to the nursery where the usual equipment awaited him; the big, red rubber bag bursting with warm, sudsy water, and the long slender hose which ended in a particularly large enema nozzle. Danielle didn't like it because even though it was made of a soft, pliable silicon, its wide girth nevertheless made him squeal and whimper every time his mommy pushed it into his pouting, protesting bottom.

    While the original nozzle had worked fine, she had purchased the larger one simply to emasculate her sissy son even further, if that were even possible.

    Still, the little pantywaist knew from experience that there was no avoiding this daily ritual and he stood still as his mommy patiently took down his rubber panties and diapers and pulled him over her lap.

    "Spread your legs, baby," she chided him as she began probing between his lily-white cheeks, seeking out the best angle for insertion of the blunt, bulbous nozzle.

    Submissively, Danielle did as he was told to accept the rubbery instrument that he was going to have to take regardless.

    "That's it...nice and wide, that's momma's baby girl," she commended him.

    With a firm, determined push, the blunt invader slipped past Danielle's defeated sphincter and deep into his rectum, making the poor sissy squeal and kick a little. He bit his lip anxiously but he knew once all nine inches of the phallic nozzle were buried all the way in, there was no stopping the inevitable. His mommy paused long enough to twirl the slippery tool and pull it out a bit before plunging it back in again all the way. Danielle squealed again and his hands waved in the air in futile protest.

    When the clip was undone, Danielle gasped and bunched his fists, moaning much like the little girl he appeared to be as a rushing torrent of soapy water began filling him up.

    His mommy smiled down at her helpless boy, watching as his bottom cheeks flexed, trying desperately in vain to expel the big rubbery invader. She kept a firm grip on the base of the nozzle, holding it all the way to make sure that he got every one of its nine inches.

    "Is my little girl looking forward to her birthday party today?" his mommy asked charitably.

    "Uh-huh," he replied weakly.

    It was hard for him to concentrate with the cramping that was beginning already and he moaned again.

    "Mommy has a very special present for you this year," she said temptingly.

    Even as he struggled to deal with both the fat nozzle stretching his back hole, and the volume of hot water filling his bowels, Danielle somehow managed to hold onto a spark of hope that she was referring to his much desired Playstation.

    "Today is baby's special day," she told him, "and Mommy invited a lot of her friends over so we're going to have a wonderful time today," she said cheerfully, referring to herself in the third person as she often did around Danielle.

    "We need to get you all squeaky clean for your guests," she told him, "And a nice, hot soapy enema is just what my baby girl needs."

    The next ten minutes were slow and agonizing for the prissy, pubescent youth as he struggled and squirmed over his mommy's lap. She kept up the pace, opening and closing the clip, waiting for the soapy water to settle deeper inside of him before opening it up again to give him another liquid dose.

    At long last, the remaining suds passed through the nozzle to disappear into Danielle's pert bottom. His mommy waited a moment, sliding the fat, rubbery nozzle partially in and out of him before finally extracting it completely.

    "Okay baby girl--run along and take care of that," she said as she gently lifted him to his feet.

    Danielle waddled away gingerly, whimpering weakly, as the cramps threatened to overwhelm him. Meanwhile, his mommy busied herself getting his outfit ready for the eventful day.

    First, were his obligatory diapers, three of the soft, fluffy layers, each with spongy soaker pads sewn down the middle. She stacked them up on his changing table and then selected a cute pair of white nursery print plastic panties to go with them.

    Briefly, she stopped to admire the delicate pink lace around the leg holes and waist before setting them down next to his diapers.

    Danielle will look so precious in these, she mused to herself. She knew he didn't like them because they looked so little-girl babyish but that was exactly why she liked them so much.

    Standing up, she went over to his closet to pick out a suitable dress for her sissy son. The decision was not an easy one, as she had accumulated so many wonderful baby dresses over the last several years, that deciding on only one was always difficult. She sifted through them, from one end to the other, before finally deciding on a brightly colored Easter dress. It was a pretty lemon yellow with pink and white accents throughout. With a built in ruffled petticoat, it had short, puffy sleeves and a Peter Pan bodice decorated with rocking chairs and playful teddy bears. It looked like just the thing a 4 year-old toddler girl would wear to Sunday School. And like all of Danielle's dresses, the hem was cut particularly short to make sure his thick, fluffy diapers couldn't be hidden and were always clearly on display. This had the practical effect of making his diaper changes easier but the poor sissy was always tugging in vain to try and cover his embarrassing, childish underwear.

    The object of her preparations toddled into the nursery sheepishly, his small hands covering his tiny little package modestly.

    "Ready for your diapers, Danielle?" his mommy asked directly.

    He paused at the entrance of the nursery.

    "Umm...I was wondering..." he began tentatively, "Um, do you think I could maybe...um, not wear my diapers for the party?"

    He shuffled his feet as he stared at the floor, too intimidated by his mommy to actually look her in the eye with his request.

    "Come along, Danielle--you have a long day ahead of you," she said firmly as she took his hand and laid him down on the bunny soft stack waiting on the changing table, "You know as well as I do that you can't go without your diapers--you'd just wet yourself in front of everyone."

    "Yes mommy," he replied in a barely a whisper.

    "Silly sissy," she said with a tone of finality.

    As soon as he lay prone on the changing table, his mommy grasped his ankles together and raised them high over his head. Taking a generous handful of diaper rash cream, she smeared it across his curvy bottom, coating each youthful cheek with a thick layer of the sticky substance. Danielle whimpered a bit and he gripped the sides of the vinyl covered changing table to steady himself as his mommy continued her ministrations.

    He was frustrated that he had so easily been defeated, and now everyone today was going to see him dressed as a diaper-dependent baby girl.

    Lowering his legs, his mommy sprinkled fragrant baby powder over all of his front and up his chest until the youth was surrounded by the babyish perfume. Pulling the front of his soft diapers up, she pinned the corners together snugly with pink, bunny headed safety pins. Danielle submissively positioned his anklet covered feet to accept the gaily printed plastic panties that his mommy pulled up his smooth, hairless legs and over the very bulky diaper swaddling his hips.

    "There," she said obviously pleased, "Now my little bedwetter is ready for her baby dress."

    Danielle blushed at her remark but he sat up and dutifully raised his arms as his mommy lowered the pretty yellow confection over his head. Turning him around, she adjusted the sleeves, zipped up the back, and then placed the small lock at the head of the zipper to prevent unauthorized removal.

    Not that her weak-willed sissy son would have thought to do that. The stout wooden Spencer paddle hanging up above his pink dresser was enough to dissuade him from acting against his domineering mother's wishes. He knew from experience that she wouldn't hesitate for a moment to yank his diapers down, put him over her lap, and give him a blistering spanking if she had the slightest cause.

    Moving over to the top of his dresser, she picked out a pair of big yellow bows which she soon snapped over the sides of his head, pulling his cute pigtails through the hair clips.

    It only took a few moments to buckle on his glossy white Mary Janes--now he looked just like a precious little toddler girl!

    Pulling him over to the full length mirror against the wall, she beamed down proudly at her blushing son.

    "You've always had the most soft, girly legs, Danielle--you're so fortunate," she praised him as she bent down to stroke his bare thigh, "You're certainly more believable as a little girl, than you ever were as a boy."

    She reflected on the occasions when she'd taken him out in public and the overwhelming reaction from others was that he was her daughter, albeit, one with a big wetting problem.

    And today, she was going to take one more big step, down the road of Danielle's complete emasculation.

    She smiled knowingly as she patted his fat, rounded bottom.

    Just then, the doorbell rang.

    "Come along, Missy," she said as she took his hand and led him out of the room.

    Danielle was both excited and nervous.

    Excited, because he couldn't wait to open all the presents he was sure to get but nervous because he suspected he'd be introduced to some of his mom's friends that still hadn't seen him in all his baby girl finery yet. One would think that the embarrassment would lessen after living the lifestyle for three years but it just didn't. Every time a new person saw him in his dresses and humiliating diapers, he was completely mortified with shame.

    Opening the door, Danielle's mommy stood aside to reveal an attractive woman in her later thirties that he didn't recognize. She was dressed in a short skirt and her statuesque, long legs and high-heeled pumps gave her a commanding, authoritative presence. Her pretty face was complemented by an elegant, almost businesslike hairstyle that was pulled back like she had just come from an office.

    "Ah, so this is the little sissy," she said with an air of bold confidence that Danielle found very intimidating. She was carrying a gift wrapped present that looked rectangular and about two feet long. The paper was pink with cartoon characters; the kind of wrapping one would expect to see at a baby shower.

    "Wow, those are some big diapers--is she a heavy wetter?" she asked in amazement.

    "Oh yes--my little girl really has no control whatsoever, whether asleep or awake. These are Bedwetters brand; thick and thirsty, with extra soaker pads down the middle that can take multiple wettings before I need to change her," his mommy replied.

    The woman bent over and squeezed the fat plastic covered seat of Danielle's diapers, making him squeal like a little girl.

    "Well, I'll bet those pretty plastic panties aren't just for show," she marveled knowingly.

    "They're pretty, but also practical," his mommy replied, "For one thing--they are cut nice and full in the crotch to accommodate Danielle's extra thick diapers--its harder for her to walk, but then--where is she going to go?"

    The two women laughed at the pantywaist's expense.

    "This year, I've started experimenting with rubber panties," his mommy continued to explain, "I find that the latex material makes a really good seal around her thighs so leaks in the crib almost never happen anymore."

    "That's super important for a baby bedwetter," the attractive, yet intimidating woman quickly agreed.

    As Danielle stood there, shifting his feet in place, he blushed furiously--didn't they know that all this talk about his diapers and wetting was tremendously humiliating for the poor little sissy boy? He wanted so badly to show them he was a big, grown-up kid, but just then--the floodgates suddenly and arbitrarily decided to open up without warning and he felt the baby soft, thick material between his legs rapidly growing warm and wet. He tried desperately to make it stop but his bladder had other ideas. Surge after surge of hot, urgent pee emptied into his diapers, even as this good looking woman looked down at him with a smug, superior expression on her face.

    "I think this little sissy just wet her diapers," she said pointedly.

    Danielle's cheeks and ears burned hotly and he stifled back a sob of shame while shuffling his feet.

    His mommy reached down and squeezed his bulging seat, feeling the warmth through his panties and confirming his soggy condition.

    "Its okay, we can change her later," she said, firmly pulling up the elastic waistband of his plastic panties around the befuddled sissy's now heavy, wet diapers.

    The woman shook her head in reproach at the girly boy's lack of control but handed the present she was carrying over to his mommy who grinned back.

    "That will come in handy later," she said with a wink.

    Danielle had no idea what it could be but he hoped it was something that he'd like.

    "Danielle, this is Miss Susan--she's the disciplinarian at Merrimont Boy's School," his mommy said by way of introduction.

    The tall woman put her hands upon her curvy hips and looked down at the intimidated, embarrassed boy.

    "At my school, I like to spank first, and ask questions later," she said with a grin that was both smug and bold.

    Danielle shivered--he was glad he didn't go to that school.

    Just then, there was a knock at the door and the three of them turned to look. Opening it up, a beaming young girl of about twenty threw her arms out and came forward to give his mommy a friendly hug.

    Danielle instantly recognized her as his tutor Brooke, a local college student that came by five days a week to provide instruction (and if necessary, discipline), for him. She was bright and bubbly by nature and Danielle strove hard to please her. The truth was--he had a sissy crush on her, but it was a totally one way infatuation--Brooke had a boyfriend on the football team and in any case--she didn't see Danielle as anything more than an overgrown, bedwetting toddler.

    "Come in--come in!" his mommy exclaimed, making way for her. In no time at all, greetings and introductions were made between her and Miss Susan and the four of them made their way to the living room. Danielle tried to sit down on the couch but his mommy came up from the other side of him and lifted him up, placing him unceremoniously in his playpen instead.

    "I don't want you wetting the furniture, and you know better than that anyway, missy," she scolded him as the other two giggled.

    Danielle's cheeks burned with humiliation at the indignity of her remark. It was true he knew the couch was off limits, but he so wanted to impress Miss Susan and he was hoping his mommy would let him at least sit like a grown-up today, instead of like a little diaper-dependent baby.

    Brooke was eagerly chattering away when the doorbell rang again. His mommy excused herself and rose up to get it. When she came back a moment later, two other women were next to her.

    One, he recognized as aunt Ariel, his primary babysitter for many years but the other one was a young-ish girl about the age of Brooke or a bit older. She had long, silky brown hair and a sexy sway to her step. She looked down at Danielle in his playpen with a knowing look--like she had been told all about him already.

    "Hello, Sissykins!" she said, in a somewhat mocking tone, something that made Danielle blush all over again.

    He immediately averted his gaze to the soft, padded floor of his playpen, too shy to face his newest guest.

    "This is my friend, Megan," aunt Ariel said by way of introduction, "But you are to address her as MissMegan."

    "Yes, Ma'am," he replied in a soft voice.

    "Look what I brought for you, Danielle," Megan said holding forth a small package, haphazardly wrapped in pink and white paper.

    The woman was very pretty, with high cheekbones but with dark brown eyes that hid a glint of cruelty. She was dressed casually, wearing a snug white halter top that showcased her wonderfully big breasts in a most flattering way.

    Danielle could feel Ariel's steely gaze upon him, and the pressure to respond correctly.

    "Th-thank you, Miss Megan," he said, blushing as everyone looked over at him.

    The present was placed with the others in a growing pile on the coffee table.

    At that moment, Danielle's sister Brittany burst into the room, carrying a medium sized gift of her own. Danielle looked with dismay at the collection before him...none of them looked to him like a Playstation.

    Ariel was eyeing Danielle closely, a shrewd, skeptical look on her beautiful face.

    "Is Danielle wet?" she asked her sister, purposely ignoring her teen-aged nephew who was perfectly capable of answering for himself.

    "Yes--But I haven't had the opportunity to change her," she replied.

    "It's alright--I'll just put another diaper over her wet one for now," Ariel said as she rose to go get a fresh one.

    Danielle pouted in his playpen as his sister and Brooke giggled at him. He had really hoped to keep his diapers low key for this event, but now, his meddling aunt was going to make an embarrassing spectacle out of him.

    Coming back into the living room with a fluffy white rectangle of thick Birdseye cloth in her hand, Ariel guided Danielle out of his playpen and onto the floor. He became fussy as everyone focused their attention on the big baby--this was exactly what he was trying to avoid!

    In moments, his aunt had his colorful plastic panties pulled down around his ankles, exposing his shameful wetting for all to see. With businesslike efficiency, aunt Ariel positioned the new diaper underneath the squirming sissy as she did a quick appraisal of his condition.

    "Well, the top and sides aren't too bad but you've really soaked the seat and in between your legs...."

    Danielle blushed hotly as everyone stared at him, amazed that a 13 year-old really had so little control over his bladder. And as humiliating and frustrating as it was to be changed like a helpless baby in front of six women, what made it worse was that he wasn't even getting a complete change out of it! He was still going to have to wear his soaking wet diapers for the time being, the clammy cool cloth clinging stubbornly to his bottom.

    Whining and whimpering, he fidgeted and shook his fists in frustrated impotence as Ariel pinned the new diaper over his existing wet ones, adding yet another layer of bulky cloth to the simpering sissy's underwear.

    Clearly, Miss Susan found it all very amusing, because she couldn't stop giggling as she watched the weak little boy being easily controlled by his firm, strong-willed aunt.

    "Alright, Missy," she said sternly, giving his bare thigh a sharp swat, "Quit wiggling around so I can get your plastic panties back on."

    Danielle's fussiness was replaced with a sullen pout as she snaked his vinyl panties back up his girlish thighs and worked them over his now even bulkier diaper.

    "That's a snug fit but it will be just fine for now," she said as she finished running her fingers around the elastic waistband. She dismissed him with a slap on his fat, well-padded bottom but his face, ears and chest burned with smoldering shame. He couldn't remember a time when he'd had his diaper changed but still felt the wet embrace afterwards of his soiled diapers around him. And worse was that the additional diaper held his original one that much closer to him, forcing him to feel even more intimately, the effects of his childish incontinence.

    But a quick glance around the room showed a total lack of sympathy for the boy--obviously, they all thought Ariel's solution was quite sensible.

    He stamped his feet in an infantile display of toddler fury but it only made the women around him giggle more at him.

    The doorbell rang and everyone's attention was momentarily diverted. This was turning out to be quite a party!

    His mommy got up and soon returned with Heather, one of Danielle's long time babysitters. Of all his babysitters, Heather was probably the most maternal one. She was in her mid-thirties but had retained her good looks from her twenties. With long brown hair and sensual, full lips, she had no difficulty whatsoever attracting men. But perhaps what her most prominent feature, and what made her singularly unique--were her two big, bountiful breasts. It wasn't just that they were impressive--because they certainly were--but also because she was still lactating, a fact she used to her advantage when babysitting Danielle. Indeed, it was only yesterday that she had put him on her lap for a lengthy breastfeeding session, forcing the poor sissy to get his fill before she would let him up. Danielle found it all tremendously embarrassing but like everything else in his life--he had absolutely no say in the matter. If Heather wanted him to nurse until he was past full every time she came to visit--that's just the way it was going to be.

    The worst situation was when she would come over to see his mommy and the two would chat in the living room. During those times, Danielle would be required to lay on the couch--his head propped up on Heather's lap as she openly breastfed him in front of his mommy and whoever should happen to walk in. Besides having to endure the stares of everyone that saw him, it would often happen before his afternoon nap, which ensured a very wet diaper later on.

    As she strode into the room, Danielle found himself unconsciously licking his lips and staring at her incredible chest, literally bursting from her low cut top.

    "Hello honey!" she greeted him cheerfully, "How's mommy's little baby?"

    Danielle blushed, praying she wouldn't make him breastfeed from her in front of all these guests--that would mortifying!

    "Well--I think everyone's here--its time for Danielle to open her presents now!" his mommy announced gaily.

    Danielle's mood brightened perceptibly--at least now he'd be able to have some fun.

    Waddling awkwardly over to the coffee table, his plastic panties crinkling loudly with each step, he sat down on the floor, feeling once more the humiliating squish of his wet diapers beneath him.

    He took a smallish package and began eagerly opening it up. It was lightweight and like the other packages, wrapped in childish nursery print paper.

    "That's from me, baby sister," Brittany said with a grin.

    Danielle opened the wrapping to discover four pairs of plastic panties, all lace lined in pretty colors of pink yellow, and lilac. It was hard to hide the disappointment on his face but his sister was all smiles.

    "Since--obviously, your diapers aren't going anywhere, I thought you could use some pretty new panties," she explained, "And I got these modified with pretty eyelet lace around the legs and waist--aren't they cute, Danielle?"

    He was used to his sister taunting and teasing him, so her choice of gift shouldn't have surprised the boy. Nevertheless, he frowned in disapproval.

    His mommy saw his reaction and her brow furrowed darkly.

    "Danielle--you thank your sister for her lovely gift," she ordered.

    "Thank you, Brittany," he said in his soft, girlish voice.

    Hoping to put this humiliating gift behind him, he picked up a larger one that was addressed from his aunt. Tearing open the wrapping, he found a large flat box, that he opened the lid from.

    Inside, was a dainty white and pink sailor suit dress, with short puffy sleeves and silky pink accents. It flared out at the hem and was high waisted, in the style of a baby girl's dress. He wanted to set it aside, but Ariel was already up and standing over him, removing the dress he was wearing. Danielle tried to protest but it was no use--in less than a minute, his yellow dress was draped over his playpen and the new one being lowered down over his upraised arms. Whimpering in shame, Danielle had to stand there with everyone watching him as Ariel buttoned it carefully up the back.

    "Oh my," she giggled, "Looks like it got cut a little bit too short."

    Danielle looked down in horror to see that the feminine pink and white lace hem barely came down to the top of his bulging diapers.

    "I think it looks fabulous!" his mommy exclaimed with approval as she clapped her hands together.

    "Let's try on the matching panties," his aunt said as she reached down and held the delicate nylon underwear for him.

    "Here you go, Sissikins," she said as she positioned them open for him to step into.

    Danielle didn't want to be a willing participant in his humiliation but he knew he had no choice. He fussed as she tugged the stretchy panties up his smooth legs and over his big fat diapers, all the while, his cheeks blazing with shame.

    "Oh...doesn't that look adorable!" she declared as everyone voiced their agreement.

    Danielle was pulling down on the frilly hem of the dress, trying desperately in vain to hide his embarrassing diapers. He looked incredibly effeminate and babyish at the same time--so prissy in his new uber short dress, with his infantile rumba panties playfully on display.

    "Maybe there's a sissy navy you can join," Megan remarked caustically.

    Danielle blushed hotly but remained silent.

    "Here you go sweetie," his tutor Brooke offered cheerfully, "Open my gift for you."

    Danielle momentarily forgot about his girly outfit and held the medium sized present in his hands. Brooke had always been kind to him--maybe this was finally something he'd actually want?

    Ripping open the wrapping paper, he found a large doll in a box--a baby girl dressed not unlike himself--complete with diapers, plastic panties, a short dress, and Mary Janes.

    "Oh--now won't that be fun to play with, Danielle?" his mommy asked.

    Brooke's face showed her confusion as she saw the sissy didn't appear to be happy with the gift.

    "Aww baby--I thought you'd love to have a special dolly--you could give her a name and even change her diapers--wouldn't that be fun?"

    "Uh-uh!" he pouted angrily.

    "Danielle--you'd better straighten out that attitude or you're going to find yourself over my lap in five seconds," his mommy warned him with a wag of her finger.

    Her effeminate son bristled at the mention of a spanking and a look of fear crossed his face.

    "No mommy!" he wailed in a panic. As if in response, a stream of hot pee suddenly added to his already soaking wet diaper.

    "Then you better thank Brooke for her kind and considerate gift."

    "Th-thank you Brooke," he said in a low voice.

    "Aww, sure thing, Sweetie-pie jr.," she beamed as she reached over and hugged him.

    "Now--start thinking of a name for her," she said eagerly, "--we can play with her together on your lesson breaks."

    Danielle nodded, although clearly, he wasn't too enthusiastic at the prospect.

    "Here's a perfect gift for you," Megan said as he pushed her present towards him.

    It was an odd shaped package, evidently wrapped in a hurry, and smaller than the others. Danielle took off the paper and his mouth opened in shock. Looking up at Megan, he saw her grinning with a devious look. The object inside the plastic package was a very large, pink butt plug, made from a pliable, squishy silicone.

    "That's just what a fussy little sissy like Danielle needs when she's acting up," Megan explained to his mommy.

    "Maybe we should try it out right now," Ariel suggested immediately.

    Danielle protested vehemently but someone was already uncapping the jar of nursery jelly as Ariel tore open the package. Taking a seat, Ariel guided him over to her side, reaching over and pulling his rumba panties down past his knees.

    "Oh...Please...don't," he whimpered desperately.

    "Now Danielle, this won't hurt a bit," she said as she pulled his damp plastic panties down past his knees, put him over her lap and unpinned his diapers, pulling the multiple layers of thick cotton back and between his legs.

    Danielle was whining and kicking his Mary Janes in the air as Ariel began pushing dollop after dollop of thick nursery jelly into his puckering, virginal back hole.

    "Spread your legs, sissy," she commanded as she dipped the fat butt plug into the jar of jelly.

    "Nooo," he whined as he shook his fists in the air.

    Everyone was watching him closely, to see just how the prissy weakling would take having a big, pink butt plug stuffed inside him.

    Ariel positioned it at his hole and began applying pressure.

    "Spread your legs, Danielle--you're getting this whether you like it or not," she said firmly.

    The plug was soft and pliable, so it was much more difficult for him to resist than an ordinary plug would be. With a little effort, Ariel soon pushed it past his defeated sphincter and buried it inside, filling him up completely.

    "OHHH!" he cried desperately, as everyone giggled and clapped with glee.

    Danielle had never been so humiliated in all his life. He bit his lip and moaned, his cheeks burning brightly under the amused stares of the women around him. To say he felt completely emasculated was a gross understatement.

    Miss Susan stood up and without waiting. tore off the wrapping from her own present, revealing a clear, rectangular paddle made of sturdy lexan. It looked about a quarter inch thick with a number of air holes in the face, each about an inch in diameter.

    "Since you have his bottom bared, I think now would be a perfect time for Danielle's birthday spanking," she suggested enthusiastically.

    "I couldn't agree more," Ariel concurred, taking the offered paddle from Miss Susan with a smile.

    "No! No!" Danielle cried as he kicked and struggled in earnest to get off his aunt's lap, "Please don't spank me!"

    Ariel held him firmly in place, rubbing the smooth paddle across his twitching, tender buns.

    "Everyone count for me," she said as the paddle swooped up high over her shoulder.

    Danielle's face revealed his panic and he frantically waved his hands in the air before him, desperate to prevent his spanking.

    Ariel brought the paddle down hard, landing it just above the pink handle of the butt plug buried inside the sissy boy's bottom.

    THAA-WHACK!!!

    Danielle howled out in pain--the lexan really had quite a sting!--much more than his mommy's wooden Spencer paddle.

    "One!!" the women chorused.

    A pink, rectangular imprint was already scorched across Danielle's cute little fanny. Ariel brought it down again just as hard--on the exact same spot.

    THAA-WHACK!!!

    "OWW-WOW-WOW!!!" he cried at the top of his lungs, his feet scissoring wildly. His plastic panties were restricting his legs, tangling them together.

    "Twoo!!" they shouted out gleefully.

    Danielle tried to escape but Ariel only gripped him tighter and swatted him harder.

    THAA-WHACK!!!

    The biting sting was incredible and Danielle pounded on the floor as he burst into a flood of tears.

    "Three!!"

    With an even pace, Ariel spanked the poor sissy's bottom methodically and forcefully, making sure each crisp, blistering swat was delivered with the same cruel intensity as the first.

    Hot, salty tears streamed down his face as he kicked and slapped the floor miserably. In no time at all, his pert little bottom was a blazing color of deep red, with stinging, raised welts all across his bare cheeks.

    "Ten!!" they shouted.

    The women had begun clapping in time with the swats, adding their enthusiastic encouragement to each stinging impact.

    Danielle was a sobbing mess but no matter how much he kicked and struggled, Ariel smacked his bottom again and again, until finally, the 13th swat had been delivered.

    Thinking the spanking was finally over, he raised his head and was just about to try and rise up, when his aunt smacked his cherry red bottom again hard--making him howl out anew as a fresh set of tears tumbled down his cheeks.

    "--One for good luck," she said with a smirk.

    Danielle sobbed as she helped him to his shaky feet, his hands shooting back to rub his scalded, stinging bottom.

    "While you have her with her diapers off, I think its time Danielle gets her last present," his mommy said as she unwrapped the last, small gift from the coffee table. As the wrapping paper was removed, Danielle watched through eyes blurred with tears as a small box appeared with the title "Holy Trainer--XX-SMALL" on the face of it.

    "Now that my baby's thirteen, its time to get her fitted properly with a secure, permanent chastity device," she said as she opened the package to reveal a small pink ring, and an equally small, short tube, shaped much like the end of a penis. The tube itself was hardly bigger than the tip of a person's thumb and the women looked with fascination as she rubbed the inside of the ring with nursery jelly.

    "Wearing baby soft diapers everyday can be very tempting to some little girls, especially when left alone, hmm, Danielle?" she asked.

    Danielle had no idea what any of this was and he sniffled and watched with confusion as she slid his two tiny grape-sized balls through the ring, followed by his little limp penis. Truth was--the stinging hot pain blazing from his bottom still had the majority of his attention, and in no time, his mommy had put a small amount of lubricant around his insignificant shaft, before pushing it down inside the very short pink tube. Mating it up with the cuff ring, he felt his tiny member being compressed inside the device and his mommy inserted a long key into the side and twisted it slightly, before removing it from the internal lock.

    "There," she said immensely satisfied, "No more erections, no more masturbating, and most importantly, no more orgasms for my sweet little baby girl. Just a soft, chaste little wee-wee, like it should be for a bedwetting sissy."

    The whole thing was so small, it actually looked like a little piece of jewelry against his crotch, albeit one with a penis shape to it.

    Danielle grasped it and shook it, trying to figure out some way to get it off. He tried to pull his little balls out but the cuff ring was too small, nor was there any way he could extricate his tiny penis, no matter how hard he tried. It was well and truly trapped!

    The women all laughed at his futile, frustrated attempts, particularly Megan and Miss Susan who had been instrumental in persuading his mommy to put him into permanent chastity.

    "Well sissy--you've been locked, plugged, and spanked," aunt Ariel observed with a smug look, "But we'd better get you back into your diapers before you have an accident."

    Danielle hung his head in defeat, seeing his last pleasure having been taken away from him for good. He cried to himself as he remembered all the times he had lain awake in his crib, lying on his back, and rubbing the soft front of his cushiony diapers until he'd had an explosive orgasm. How was he ever going to do that again?

    If he dared to be honest with himself--the pleasure he had gotten from his diapers had been a major factor in not making more of an effort to control his peeing. He kept putting it off, rationalizing that the enjoyment he'd gotten out of masturbating was worth the humiliation of wearing diapers everyday. But now that pleasure was being taken away from him forever!

    Leading him back to his nursery, Ariel invited everyone to come and watch the big baby getting put back into his diapers. The women stood up and followed them down the hallway towards Danielle's nursery, each step making the poor, spanked sissy become more and more agitated. With Miss Susan right behind him, Danielle blushed hotly as they entered the warmly lit room. His senses were immediately assaulted by the overwhelming smells of sour, stale pee, mixed with plastic and baby powder, and he knew the women were smelling it too. It was truly the smell of a baby's room. From the waterproof sheet covering his crib mattress, to the diaper pail which filled the room with its unique, pungent aroma...it was just so humiliating--having his shameful wetting so blatantly exposed to everyone.

    More than everything else--he knew the strong smell of pee in the room pegged him as a bedwetter and an incontinent sissy. He bit his lip in shame as the other women filed in and took in his babyish surroundings. Miss Susan was looking through his vast collection of baby dresses while Megan looked at the infantile furniture in the room, sniffing the air with a look of disdain and obvious disapproval.

    "I can see why your mommy keeps you in baby's diapers," she said condescendingly, "You definitely have a wetting problem."

    Danielle blushed deeply with shame but Ariel was already sitting him down on the fluffy stack of diapers waiting for him.

    "Yes, she certainly does," his aunt agreed, "Which is why this little sissy is going to be in diapers and plastic panties for a long, long time."

    Danielle sobbed aloud as his tender red bottom came into contact with the diapers. His cheeks were still roasting and stinging like a hornet's nest after his session with the lexan paddle. The heat was alleviated somewhat as Ariel smeared cool diaper rash cream across his bottom but he whimpered weakly, and was also wishing she would remove the fat butt plug still stuffed inside him.

    After a thorough dusting of baby powder, his aunt pulled the thick Birdseye cloth up and pinned the sides together while the others watched closely.

    "I brought one of her new plastic panties in for her change," Brittany said as she handed the delicate, babyish panties to Ariel.

    "Perfect," she replied as she threaded his Mary Janes through the holes and tugged them up his girlish legs. Danielle reflexively lifted his rump so his aunt could work the waterproof panties over the fat bulk of his diapers.

    "That's mommy's little baby," she commended him.

    After dusting between his soft thighs with baby powder, Ariel helped him to stand back up. As usual, his fat diapers forced his legs apart and he stood awkwardly, in a babyish pose.

    "Ready for some birthday cake?"

    Danielle nodded his head enthusiastically. Finally, something enjoyable was about to take place on his birthday!

    Everyone filed out of the nursery and soon, Danielle was strapped into his pink highchair again, his plastic tray snapped into place in front of him and a cute vinyl bib with Dumbo tied around his neck. After lighting the candles, his mommy brought the pink cake over as everyone began singing 'Happy Birthday' to the abashed sissy.

    Placing the cake down on the tray, Danielle's face lit up as he took in all the brightly lit candles. With a big intake of air, he blew them all out amid enthusiastic cheering from the women around him. His mommy deftly sliced off a piece of cake and began serving the others.

    Since Danielle's hands were immobilized, Brooke came over and began feeding him his cake. It was all going well until Megan decided to join her and she offered to take over.

    Brooke shrugged and gave her the saucer while Danielle looked up at his new server apprehensively. With an evil smirk on her face, Megan took a big piece of the cake and held it before his face.

    "Here you go, birthday girl," she said, as she pushed it roughly against his mouth, smearing it all over the front of his face.

    Danielle squealed and kicked his feet helplessly but of course, he couldn't go anywhere and he was completely at the pretty brunette's mercy.

    She grinned mischievously as she held the cake to his face, making a colorful, sticky mess of him.

    Fortunately for Danielle, Heather put her own cake down and quickly came to his rescue. Taking a washcloth, she began cleaning up the distraught sissy's cake-smeared face, dabbing his tears away as she did.

    "Aww, you poor little thing," she said sympathetically.

    Danielle glared at Megan who had crossed her slim arms over her big bosom and was looking down on him with a 'just you wait until later' look.

    Unlocking the tray from in front of him, Heather helped Danielle out of his highchair and led him over to the sofa.

    "Poor little baby, I'll give you something to dry your tears with," she said in her comforting, maternal tone.

    While Danielle was initially relived to see her intervene on his behalf, now he was getting nervous as to where this was leading. He watched anxiously as she took a seat on the couch and laid him down in his all too familiar position, with his head in her lap, looking up at her tremendous, imposing breasts. They were straining at her thin top, and he could see the lace of her sexy bra peeking out from the upper edges of her top.

    "After all that cake, I think mommy's little baby needs some milk," she cooed down at him.

    He shook his head, not wanting everyone else to see him nurse from Heather like a newborn toddler.

    "No--please--I don't want to right now," he whined pathetically.

    Completely ignoring him, Heather began unbuttoning her top, revealing the smooth skin and deep cleavage of her massive breasts. Danielle was hypnotized by the view and he knew he was powerless to stop her. Whimpering like a baby, he stared mesmerized, as she slowly undid each button, until both magnificent breasts were fully displayed within her lacy bra.

    An urgent stream of warm pee suddenly flooded into his bunny soft diapers making him wince and he licked his lips nervously.

    "This is what my baby needs," she whispered to him as she gently lifted her big right breast from the delicate cup of her bra, positioning it before his face. Danielle mewled with embarrassment but Heather pushed her erect nipple firmly into his mouth, completely filling it. Defeated once again by a superior woman's willpower, he began submissively nursing from her plentiful supply of milk.

    Out of the corner of his eye, Danielle could see Miss Susan taking a seat next to Heather on the sofa. She looked down at him and shook her head, amazed to see just how easily this teen-aged baby was controlled by the busty woman.

    Danielle blushed and did his best to avoid looking at her as he nursed steadily from the warm, wet nipple in his mouth. His forward view was taken up with the two huge twin peaks before him and as he smelled the fragrance of her soft skin and gazed at her breasts rising and falling, his tiny little penis began straining within his new chastity device. It expanded briefly but was soon stopped very quickly by the limiting confines of the short, restrictive tube. He squealed from the feeling of his penis unable to grow to its normal, erect length, however unimpressive that was. Unconsciously, he reached down to try and alleviate the discomfort but of course, there was nothing he could do. His wee-wee throbbed and pushed desperately but it wasn't going anywhere inside the thimble-sized tube. It was just as his mommy had said--his days of achieving an erection were over.

    He moaned weakly and sucked harder on the nipple filling his mouth.

    "There, there, little baby...there's plenty to go still," Heather said softly as she stroked his hair, misinterpreting his angst.

    What was he going to do about his chastity device? Already, he was beside himself with horniness but the implacable contraption was foolproof!

    Was he going to be horny, every minute of the day from now on?

    Finally, Heather lifted her heavy breast away from his mouth and put the left one in for him to suckle from.

    The others were chatting amongst themselves and for the most part, ignoring Danielle, except when the discussion came back to baby care. They discussed the virtues of cloth diapers versus disposables, the merits of rubber panties over plastic, and how best to handle fussy babies. His mommy gave a brief dissertation on the benefits of a long, soapy enema.

    The poor, bedwetting sissy had so hoped that this day was going to open a new chapter for him. Instead, it was only a reaffirmation of his babyish, girly lifestyle.

    As Heather finishing breastfeeding Danielle, she buttoned her top back together and reached over to pick up a small gift that had fallen off the table.

    "Oh--looks like you have one more present baby," she said as she opened it up for him. Under the nursery print wrapping paper, she revealed a big pink pacifier, with a mouth guard that said sissy baby on it.

    "Open up, Danielle," she said sweetly, as she poised the big rubber nipple before his mouth.

    With a pouting look on his face, Danielle reluctantly parted his lips and was soon rewarded with a fat rubbery nipple that filled his mouth completely. Looking around the room, he saw expressions of approval on the gathered women's faces and he blushed with embarrassment.

    "Well, its been a big day for you, sweetie pie, but now its naptime," she said as she took his hand and turned him to face everyone.

    "Wave goodbye to everyone," she told him.

    Danielle's cheeks burned as he waved to the women around him, feeling just like a three year-old toddler again.

    With that, Heather led him down the hallway and into his nursery. In no time at all, she had swapped out his cute sailor suit dress for a fuzzy pink and white diaper shirt with the inscription, Mommy's Little Bedwetter on it. The short, puffy, elasticized sleeves had a nursery print pattern that matched his baby panties and emphasized his girlish, twig-like arms. Danielle continued sucking on his pacifier, whimpering weakly through it as she pulled the rail of his crib down and helped him up into it. The waterproof plastic sheet covering the mattress crinkled loudly as he was tucked in and Heather thoughtfully gave him his teddy bear to comfort the diapered sissy.

    With a kiss on the forehead, she wished him sweet dreams and turned the lights out, closing the door to the nursery as she left.

    As male teenagers around the world were headed out to ball practice and hockey, this one was drifting off to soft, sissy slumber, his big, thick diapers getting wetter with every passing minute.

    THE END