I felt almost faint as we walked into her apartment. I couldn't believe this was happening and at the same time I was weak in the knees in anticipation. The cool fall air made me think of being back in school and my long fantasies of being helplessly submissive
Sandy had approached me as I had left the department store and told me about how she had watched me for weeks come in and wonder around the woman's department taking nervous glances at the silky underwear and nightgowns. How she had worked her way over to block my way out the door so we could talk.
She told me that she loved small young men and that we could have lots of fun together.
Now I was going to her place to play for the weekend. My parents thought I was going to a friend's house, but instead, I was spending the weekend with a thirty year old knockout, who promised two nights of fantasy for me dressed as a girl. Directly she led me to a bedroom and told me to sit on the bed.
“Do you want to be my baby?” Sandy asked as she walked over to a large dresser in her bedroom.
I nodded yes, not knowing exactly what she meant.
Opening one of the drawers she pulled out several items and carried them over and laid them on the bed next to me. Without a word she smiled and turned back toward the dresser. I looked down and saw what looked like a fluffy folded diaper and large pink plastic pants on the bed. The diaper was pink.
My stomach fluttered as I thought about what the diaper and baby pants meant.
This was almost too much for me, but I didn't think to run out of her place. I had always been a submissive boy and very small for my age, but never had I thought about being dressed in diapers and plastic pants.
“You will play for me?” she asked. “No one else will know our secret.”
My small c-ck was rigid in my shorts. Of course I would play for her.
“I need to get you out of those boring clothes.”
I didn't look to see what else she had brought to the bed as Sandy pulled my shirt over my head and took off my shorts. Instinctively, my hands went down to stop her from pulling off my underwear.
“You silly little girl,” she said with a laugh. “Let me take off these ugly panties.”
Her use of the word girl for me made me even more excited and I passively let her finish undressing me.
“How wonderful!” she exclaimed. “I was right in thinking that you haven't even started growing much hair down there yet.”
My face must have turned red. I had always been embarrassed about my size down there.
“Don't worry, I love how cute you look,” she said as she gently pushed me backward to lie on the bed. Next she went over and started holding up the things she had brought from the dresser.
“We're going to play baby girl tonight. These diapers and plastic panties will keep you dry because for this weekend you won't be permitted to use the bathroom. I'll be your mommy and do everything for you.”
My fantasy had always been to be dressed as a girl by an older woman but it never included diapers. I thought about this new wonderful feeling of helplessness as I watched her fold the diapers and then slide them under my raised bottom. The thought of being locked in diapers and using them made my head feel light with excitement and my d-ck seemed to be pulsing with anticipation.
“These are seven layers with several inserts so you'll have to waddle as you walk, but don't worry you won't be doing much walking.”
She told me to lift my bottom as she put the thick diaper under me. Next she rubbed baby oil around my hard pen-s and finished with baby powder. The diapers were incredibly thick as she pulled them up and pinned them with large pink diaper pins. I found that the bunched material in between my legs felt erotic.
After patting my diaper front, she started humming as she shook out the plastic pants. “These are so wonderfully noisy,” she said. “They're Jim's favorite.”
I should have asked then who Jim was, but I was too lost in my fantasy world coming true that I didn't care about anything else except being her baby girl. As she pulled the plastic pants over my diaper I moaned with pleasure.
“Well, aren't we excited about being a little girl,” she replied. “You are so little and cute. These clothes are actually a little big on you.”
After that she stood me up and made me waddle around the room for her. The diaper forced my legs apart and the plastic pants rustled loudly. I could feel the wetness from my come.
“Let's finish getting you ready,” said Sandy.
The next thirty minutes were dream-like as she continued to turn me into a little girl. Sandy had a closet full of satin dresses that were made to fit someone my size. She chose a pink dress for me that, with the petticoat I also wore, was not long enough to cover my diapered bottom. I was also forced to wear ruffled socks with black little girl type shoes.
While she fixed my hair, I sucked on a large baby bottle of milk she had brought back from the kitchen.
“Now I'm going to put you down while I get ready for tonight.”
She led me to the living room where she had spread out a shower curtain on the floor in front of the TV. She took the bottle from me and pushed me down to my knees. I felt suddenly very relaxed and almost sleepy.
“Open your mouth,” she said as she walked around to stand behind me.
I did what she asked and found a large rubber pen-s gag being forced into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was stronger as she pulled and buckled the strap behind me.
“Now, lay down on you stomach and put your hands behind you,” she demanded.
Things were changing fast and I became very scared. Quickly I did what she wanted and felt her begin to wrap a soft rope many times around my wrists. Then she wrapped the rope between my wrists and pulled tight leaving me secured and helpless. Next, she did the same to my ankles and then pulled them up to be tied to the rope at my wrists.
“That should keep you in one place while I get ready.”
I had never felt so helpless and little as I looked up at her with a large pen-s gag filling my mouth. Droll ran around the gag and on to the shower curtain. Despite being eighteen, I found myself starting to cry.
“Don't worry,” she said. “Mommy isn't going to hurt you. This is what you wanted as you lusted to wear the girl's things in the store.”
I could only moan around the gag. She was right. This is something that I would daydream about as I sat through the long days of school.
She left me helpless alone on the floor. Before too long I needed to pee. Slowly I relaxed and let a slow stream fill my diaper. The warmth spreading across my abdomen and crotch area felt so good that after only several rubs against the rubber shower curtain, I came in a hot rush.
“Did we have fun?”
I opened my eyes and saw that Sandy had been filming me.
“Now that you wet your diapers, let me help you do something else.”
She reached into the back of my diaper and I felt something cold being forced up my a-s. I grunted around my gag.
She left me again and that familiar feeling of guilt I get after mast.r-bat.ng came over me and I was ready to quit the game. Except being bound and gagged with a rubber pen-s didn't give me that option.
I'm not sure how long I was on the floor, but I did fall asleep.
I jolted awake to hear Sandy talking to someone in the hallway near the front door.
“Close your eyes big boy,” I heard her say. “I've got a big surprise for you.”
I started squirming to get untied as I saw Sandy leading a large black man into the room with his eyes closed.
“You can open them now.”
He opened his eyes and saw me. A big smile came to his face.
“That the kid from the store?” he asked.
“He came to play for the weekend.”
“Does he like to su-k.”
She laughed, “He's been practicing on a rubber d-ck for several hours now.”
I didn't know if I liked where this seemed to be headed. My fantasies never included another man.
“Well we'll have to give the little girl some milk to drink,” he said as he pulled off his trousers and walked over to stand above me with his large c-ck standing straight out.
“She fill those diaper yet?” he asked.
Sandy came over and put her hand up on his shoulder. “It shouldn't be long.”
While they went and sat on the couch to watch me. Sandy again had her video camera.
“Move around little girl and try to get untied.”
I had become a complete submissive baby and did what she asked. I struggled with my bound legs and wrist causing my petticoat and plastic pants to rustle loudly. I tried to cry and scream with my filled mouth and heard only muffled moans. Then, I felt something stirring in my bowels and before I could stop it I felt a rush of sh-t fill my diaper. I whimpered around my full mouth as several waves of cramps shook my body and I continued to fill my diaper.
“Bring her over here,” said the man.
Sandy untied the rope connecting my ankles to my wrists and led me over on my knees to where the monster waited with his long pole standing out for me.
She reached to remove my gag. “Now su-k on daddy's bottle like a good girl. Remember that I have you on film already and could show that around on the Internet to your friends.”
I stared at his c-ck as she removed my gag, wondering if I could do this without being sick.
Slowly she forced my head down toward the glistening purple head of his c-ck. I saw a white bubble of pre-c-m on the end.
I opened my mouth and she continued to force me down until his c-ck head pushed through my parted lips. The pre-c-m tasted salty and his shaft was hot.
“su-k daddy's big bottle,” grunted the man.
Never had I believed that su-king a man's c-ck would be so exciting, but as I knelt there in a full diaper, plastic pants and pink dress, my hands and feet bound together, I began to lick and su-k the head as if it were a bottle. I wanted him to fill me with his sweet milk and as he breathed louder, I worked him deeper into my wet mouth.
I could hear my plastic pants crackle as I moved up and down on his c-ck.
The man was now rocking on the couch. It felt wonderful to be the source of his pleasure. Saliva started flowing from my mouth and dripping down my chin as he fucked my lips. I felt the head come out to my lips and I would plunge back down driving it almost to my throat.
“Oh man, is she good!” he yelled as he exploded and filled my mouth with his hot c-m.
I worked to swallow it all, but it was too much and some ran down my chin. He pulled out and I sat back on my legs. My arms were still helplessly tied behind my back
Sandy reached over to me and wiped my chin with the rubber pen-s gag and then stuffed it back into my mouth.
“Is baby happy with her full belly?”
I smiled around the pen-s gag. Daddy sure looked happy.
“Come on,” she said. “Let's go change your stinky diaper.”
For the first time I noticed that she had changed into a short, white rubber nurses uniform. I could see the top of her white stockings.
She took me into the bathroom and pulled down my plastic pants. sh-t has leaked around the diaper and smeared the pants.
“Don't worry, I have plenty more pairs of plastic panties for you in all colors and styles.”
I should have been embarrassed that I had wet and pooped my pants in front of such a beautiful woman. Instead I felt secured in knowing that she would be taking care of me for the next three nights.
After she cleaned me up we went back to her bedroom for a clean diaper.
“I don't want you making any more messes for awhile,” she said before she put on the diaper. She told me to lie on my back with my legs bent spread in the air.
Sandy lifted up a rubber butt plug in the air for me to see as she smeared Vaseline on the shaft. I cried out as she lowered it to my butt and gently pushed it home. My butt muscles clamped down hard and she quickly pinned on my diapers.
This time the plastic pants were crystal clear.
“You won't be able to hide the littlest accident from me with these on you,” she said while she made sure that my thick diapers were tucked into the leg openings of the plastic pants. Again these plastic pants were as noisy as the pink pair.
“Daddy probably has another bottle for you, but first it's mommy's turn to play with baby.” She climbed onto the bed and position herself over my face. She had no panties covering her pu-sy. “Now it's time to eat something.”
I ate her until my face was slick from her juices and she came twice, but I found that I didn't enjoy that as much as Jim filling my mouth with his hot shaft. As I worked on her I wondered how it would feel if he filled my a-s with that monster c-ck instead of the plug. I hope I would find out before the weekend was over.
She fell off my face and laid on her back on the bed. “Damn, he was right. Baby does have a great set of lips and tongue.”
I hoped that she was going to take me out for another su-k on Daddy's bottle, but she started unbuttoning my dress. “Time to get you into bed for a nap.”
She removed my dress and petticoat, but not before putting a pacifier in my mouth. Not as good as Jim in my mouth, but at least the rubber end of the pacifier was shaped like a c-ck. I sucked hungrily as she pulled some other clothes out of the bottom drawer of the dresser.
“This is a romper suit,” she said as she started putting another clear pair of plastic pants over the pants I already wore. A plastic shirt was attached to the pants and I saw several snaps at crotch. “This will keep you from leaking at the waistband.”
When she pulled up the shirt on me and zippered up the back I could feel my body heat being trapped and knew that it would soon be uncomfortable.
She had me stand and led me to the living room again. Jim was asleep on the couch.
After putting me on my back on the plastic shower curtain, she left for several minutes to get some other things from the bedroom. While she was away, I flooded my new diaper with hot pee. It felt good to relax and let it flow, knowing that I was safe in the shield of plastic.
Sandy returned with another bottle for me to drink. “This will help you sleep and get some rest before we play some more tonight.”
After drinking the bottle I began to feel very sleepy. It was a wonderful feeling being trapped in the warm wet diaper and being kept dry on the outside by my plastic coverings. Soon I fell asleep.
She and Jim had also been tired and we didn't play anymore that night. I woke up with my feet bound and weird mittens on my hands. With the mittens on I could not untie my ankles or remove the pacifier strapped to my mouth.
My diapers felt already soaked, but I had to go again so I released my bladder as I waited for Sandy to come out of the bedroom.
Sandy told me an hour later as she untied me that today we would go out shopping. “Don't worry,” she laughed. “With your shortness and then body, no one will know that you are a boy.”
Instead of a thick cloth diaper she put a white disposable under me. “We don't want to carry around wet diapers do we?” she said with a grin. “And we don't want a dirty messes.”
Sandy held up the purple rubber butt plug again. This time it felt good as she pushed it home.
To help me look like a teenage girl she put a small purple lace bra on me, which she stuffed with two rubber br.east with nipples. We finished my purple look with tights and a long sweater that went almost to my knees.
Joe came out of the bedroom as Sandy finished my make-up.
“Does my little girl want something for breakfast,” he said.
I looked down at his silk shorts and smiled at the tent his big c-ck was making. I wished I wasn't diapered because what I really wanted was for him to f--k my a-s.
Sandy had glued long red nails to my fingers and I hesitated at his waistband. It felt so feminine and slutty to be reaching for him with those nails.
This time no one had to force my waiting lips to his d-ck. I knelt down and started licking the underside of the shaft and teasing the tip of the head. As I finally parted my lipstick coated lips around the head, I let out a warn stream of pee into my diaper.
He lasted longer than the night before so I got to enjoy the taste of him. There was a mirror on the wall and I looked so good su-king him.
Sandy moved up behind me and started rubbing her hand across my plugged butt. Waves of pleasure rolled across me and I was able to time my orgasm to when he shot salty c-m down my throat. This time I was able to swallow everything.
We fixed my smeared makeup and she put on a fresh diaper on me. It was time to leave on our shopping trip. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest as she opened the front door. It was one thing to play at being a girl behind closed doors; it was another thing to be actually going out in public.
I stopped at the door.
“Don't be afraid baby,” she cooed. “This is what you have always dreamed about.”
“What if I see someone I know.”
“No body will recognize you as anything but a cute girl.”
A cute girl wearing a diaper and a plug up her a-s, I wanted to say.
Sandy grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the cool fall morning air. Luckily the street was empty and I made it to the car without anyone seeing me.
We drove to a part of town unfamiliar to me and I felt better that I wouldn't see anyone I knew.
I thought about the little girl dresses hanging in her closet and the diaper and plastic pants she owned. “How many other boys have you made into little girls?” I asked.
She smiled as we stopped at a red light. “You're the fourth, but none have been as small and submissive as you. We have to get you some new clothes in a smaller size.”
She turned into a strip mall and parked in front of a little store called Special Fantasy.
“Look what you have there Sandy,” said a tall woman behind the counter in the shop. “We're going to have some fun. She is so petite. I bet your man loves this one. “
“She is real good at su-king.”
My disposable diaper was very noisy against my tights as I followed Sandy into the shop.
I looked around the shop in a daze. Plastic and leather clothes hung from numerous clothes racks. On one wall were bondage toys and dildos.
“Let's take her back to the baby shop.”
They led me to a closed door in the back of the shop. I was embarrassed because I was sure that the two other woman shoppers in the store heard her and the crinkling of my diaper. I was still dry, but felt pressure building in my bladder.
We followed the woman to a room that had all types of clothing on hangers and shelves. Pink and purple seemed to be the most prominent colors and everything looked to be little girl dresses and things in grown-up sizes.
“Take off her sweater,” said the woman to Sandy.
As Sandy pulled off my sweater I let myself pee into the diaper. She smiled knowingly at my diaper. Warmth spread to my butt and I thought about the plug still firmly in place.
“I don't think she'll be wearing a bra with these clothes,” said the woman to Sandy.
“Of course not,” replied Sandy as she took off my bra and rubber br.easts.
“Are you only using disposable or are these just for going out?” asked the woman.
“Most of the time she'll be wearing very think cloth diapers and plastic pants, except when she poops.” Sandy walked over to a shelf of diapers. “I do need some inserts.”
“I recommend the 6 ply.”
It felt so odd being talked about as if I wasn't I the room or that my opinion didn't matter.
“We should put her into some real diapers for the fittings.”
The woman took out a plastic covered changing pad and put it on the floor. Next Sandy guided me onto my back and pulled off my purple tights. She pulled off the tape from my disposable and threw it away.
“I see you have her plugged against emergencies,” said the woman as she lifted by plugged butt to slid a diaper under me.
The diaper with the insert made it unbelievable thick between my legs. I could not put my knees together. She then pulled on a pair of plastic pants in case I had to wet again before they were finished.
I sucked on a pacifier as they put me into a variety of dresses and bubble rompers. All of them very sissy looking with ruffles. When we finished I was again put into a disposable diaper but this time she kept a pair of plastic pants on me. She also took out my butt plug.
“You know there is something else you must get for her,” said the woman.
I couldn't see what they pulled off the shelf. But they looked back at me and laughed.
Our next stop was a beauty shop. The place was luckily part of a woman's house so I was the only customer. It did feel a little humiliating because she was young and seemed to already know that I wasn't really a girl.
“His hair is just perfect for curls,” she said to Sandy.
As she started a permanent on my hair I started to protest to Sandy. How could I go home looking like this?
“You'll just have to stay with us for awhile.” she said as she pulled out a ball gag from her purse and plugged my mouth. To keep me in place they tied my wrist to the chair with yellow ribbons.
It hurt as she worked my hair into tight curls. This was becoming more than I wanted. Now I couldn't go out as anything but a girl.
Suddenly I felt a 'BM' coming on strong. There was no way I wanted to sh-t my diaper in this chair for this girl to smell. As she and Sandy talked, I concentrated on not loosing control of my bowels, but the butt plug seemed to have weakened my control. I couldn't believe how far this had gone in such a short time. Two days ago I would have never thought that I would be sitting here getting my hair permed while I tried not to mess my diaper.
“Let's put you over here to wait while this sets.” said the woman as she untied my wrists.
They led me to a playpen in the corner. Unfortunately when I stood I lost some of my control. I felt it squirt into my diaper and as I walked over to the playpen more pushed out to fill the back of my diaper.
When I sat down in the playpen I felt it squish around my balls.
I waited for the smell to give me away.
It didn't take long.
“Does she have a diaper on?” asked the young woman. “Because I think she has had a accident.”
Sandy bent down to me. “Did you go potty in your DeDe?”
I slowly nodded.
“You bad girl. I see that I shouldn't have removed the plug.”
“This is really something,” said the young woman. “He lets you dress him up like a little girl and also lets you put him in diapers.”
“That's not all she lets me do,” said Sandy. “She's totally submissive.”
The young woman walked over a locked her front door. “I have no more appointments today.”
Sandy smiled. “You want to play with Cindy?”
They took me out of the playpen and finished with my hair. Since I already smelled I finished messing my diaper.
The young woman was named Daisy.
She was not as nice as she looked. After they finally took off my diaper and cleaned me up she wanted to give me an enema. They bent me over a stool in the bathroom and inserted a balloon type nozzle into my rear hole and filled me with enough soapy water that my stomach looked bloated. They pumped up the nozzle so it was locked tight in my hole. All this time I still had the ball gag in my mouth and my hand were tied to the legs of the stool.
They left me alone for a few minutes as the enema cramped my insides. When they returned, Daisy started spanking me with a wooden flat paddle.
My butt felt as if it was on fire and I cried into the rubber ball gag. The only sounds were the loud smack of the paddle followed by my muffled cries from the pain.
When she tired they took out the enema nozzle and let me crawl to the toilet to relieve the pressure.
“She still might have an accident,” said Daisy. She pulled out a tampon for me to see. They both laughed as she inserted it into me.
“Now, to make it swell up and hold tight,” said Daisy as she worked the nozzle of the enema around the tampon. She then let some water in to swell the tampon. I could feel the size grow.
They then put me in a bulky cloth diaper and plastic pants. This was all I wore as they led me back to the chair to finish my hair.
I couldn't believe how cute I looked when she finished with my hair. At that point I didn't care to ever look like a boy again.
“I really don't want to dress him as a teenager again,” said Sally. “He is so cute as a little girl.
“Pull your van into my garage,” said the beautician. “You can take her out without anyone seeing you.”
Sally smiled and left to pull the van into the garage. I waited, tied to the chair with my mouth filled with the ball gag.
Sally returned with a box from the baby store.
“Let's put her in this for the ride home.”
She pulled what looked like a large pink satin sack from the box. They untied my wrist again as Sally unzipped the sack. I could see that there were sleeves that ended in mittens.
The pushed my arms into the sleeves, then pulled tight the strings at the wrist. The mittens were actually very small and I had to ball my hands into fist for them to fit. After they tied off the wrist I could see that my hand were useless. Sally pulled pushed the rest of me into the sack and pulled up a zipper on the back. The back fit very tightly across my legs and when she was finished I was totally helpless in the bag.
“How do you like your new travel sack?” asked Sally.
Of course I couldn't answer.
“If you ever need a babysitter...” said the beautician.
Sally pulled a bottle out from her bag. She pulled off my ball gag and gave me the bottle. I could barely hold it in between my balled fists of satin. It was filled with warm juice and I drank it on the floor while she had her hair trimmed. They talked about me as if I weren't there and soon I fell asleep.
I awoke in the back of the van still locked in my satin travel bag. The ball gag was now a pen-s gag filling my mouth. I smelt food and realized how hungry I felt.
“Is baby awake?” said Sandy as she looked in the mirror. The smell of food was coming from the bags she was been handed from the drive-through window. I hoped that no one could see me tied up across the back seat in my travel sack. I could feel the tampon still firmly plugging my hole. It made me feel as if I had an urgent poop.
“None of this for you,” she said. “Only bottles until we get your waist down to a twenty-six.”
The smell of the food drove me crazy the rest of the way home. She pulled the van into the garage and had Jim come out and carry me into the house. As she promised I was feed a bottle while they ate the carryout food. I was so hungry that I nosily sucked down the chocolate flavored diet drink formula. She then gave me a bottle of apple juice. All the time she kept me in the travel sack.
After dinner they made crawl around in the sack while Sandy took pictures. When she finished I again had to give a blowjob to Jim, but we wouldn't let me make him come because they said he was saving it for later.
Sandy took me out of my sack after I sucked on Jim's c-ck for awhile. She then changed my wet diaper. I was really starting to like this baby thing. No more worries about going to the bathroom. When I had to go I just let it go into my waiting diaper. I lay on my back as Sally cleaned and powdered me. She pulled a pink soft diaper between my legs and pinned me in tightly, followed by pulling on a pair of clear plastic pants with a pink ribbon. She hummed, as she made sure the diaper was tucked into the plastic.
For the hour I rested on the floor only wearing the diaper and plastic pants. It was neat to glance down at my hairless body to see my thick diaper ballooning out my plastic pants, the pink diaper and pins showing through the pants.
I heard the doorbell ring, followed by both men and women voices.
Sandy came into the bedroom and pulled me up to a kneeing position. She put two rubber cuffs on my wrist and then pulled my arms around to my back. I heard a metallic click as she locked the cuffs together. She then tied a large vinyl bib around my neck.
I had a good idea what the bib was for as she walked me out into the living room. Several couples sat on the couches together. The men had their pants off with their large cocks sticking into the air as the women pumped them slowly with their hands.
“Who's got dinner almost ready for the little baby?” asked Sandy.
“We're ready,” replied one of the women.
Sandy led me to a big hairy guy. Sandy pushed me down to my knees and the woman stopped stroking the man and grabbed my curls to pull my face to the head of his purple c-ck. I first started licking his c-ck as if it were an ice cream cone then as he started groaning I plunged the whole length down my throat. Instantly, he yelled and started filling my mouth with hot come. It came out so fast that some did leak out around my lips to dribble onto my plastic bib.
After that I was moved around to satisfy all the other men. None came as quickly as the first one so I need to work harder. By the time the last one shot his load in my mouth, my bib was smeared with a lot of come and my mouth was quite tired. Also I had wet my diaper and needed a change.
My hands were freed from behind my back and gently the ladies took me into the bedroom and stood around to watch my changing. Several were rooting through the closet to select a dress for me to wear. They were all quite nice to me and a very good-looking, tall blond woman asked to be the one to change my diaper.
“She doesn't get a new diaper just yet,” said Sally.
All the ladies laughed.
The blond lady first took off my bib and then was handed a pair of yellow panties to put on me. They were nylon and felt strange since this was my first time out of diapers since I first submitted to Sally. This was followed by a white, billowing petticoat trimmed in yellow. Over the petticoat they put me in flowery yellow dress followed with white gloves, lacy socks and black Mary Jane shoes. The dress zipped in the back and had a Peter Pan collar. The last thing added was a yellow ribbon in my hair and a touch of make-up to my eyes.
After they finished I was paraded around the room so everyone could see how cute I was in my little girl clothes. Sally warned me that I didn't have a diaper on so I needed to be careful.
Also one of the women had been filming my transformation.
Before I was lead back out into the living room another lady fed me a bottle of milk.
In the living room the lights had been lowered and in the center of the room was a comforter and three pillows stacked in the center. Sally attached my wrist cuffs to the front of me and then asked Jim if he was ready to deflower me.
My heart began to race. Finally I was going to be fucked by Jim. Although this is what I want badly, I was also becoming very frightened and started to shake.
“Isn't that darling. She is shaking with fear,” said someone.
Sally pushed the pen-s gag back into my mouth and strapped it tight behind my neck. I was then place on the pillows so my pantied butt rose into the air and my face was on the comforter.
They didn't need to pull my panties down because there was a slit in them to make it easy. I felt cold jelly being rubbed into my a--hole.
Nothing happen for a minute after the jelly application was completed. The only sound seemed to my breathing. Then I felt his pen-s at my butt. Slowly we started spreading me, stretching me farther than any of the butt plugs. I was glad for the pen-s gag so that I could scream out in silence as he pushed deeper and deeper.
When he had what had to be the entire shaft in me he didn't move. Slowly I could feel it pulsating against the walls of my colon. Things went from being painful to being wonderful. It felt so good to have him filling me with his manhood.
Deliberately he started pumping into me, rocking me forward and back. My a-s started rising to meet his thrusts and I heard several of the women start clapping.
“Go girl,” coached someone.
His pumping became faster and harder. I could feel it growing hotter inside me from the friction. My own pen-s was hard inside my panties.
This was better than anything I had imagined. I was his toy and I loved giving him such pleasure.
He didn't yell when he came. Instead he pushed in one hard thrust and kept his d-ck deep in me as he pumped me full of his come.
I came into my panties.
The next morning, Sandy undressed me, taking off my diaper. She helped me into a warm bubble bath and washed me completely. After that, she handed me my clean clothes for work at the coffee shop. I really hated having to go back into those clothes, but I needed to get to work and also go home.
“Are you sure you don't want to wear a disposable diaper in case you have an accident.”
“No,” I told her. “I don't need one.” Plus, I worried that someone would hear the crinkle of the plastic covering.
“Well, at least wear these,” she said, holding out a pair of pink satin panties. “You will come back next weekend to play?”
Of course, I would.
There was one problem, besides my shaven body. I had to hide my curly hair. Sandy solved that by showing me how to push it up under my cap.
Although, I felt as if everyone was watching me, nothing happened during my shift until around two. I was cleaning the dishes in the sink when I felt wet. In horror, I looked down and saw that I had wet my pants. Thinking quickly, I spilled a pitcher of water down the front of me.
“Are you okay?” asked my manager.
I nodded and said I was sorry, but I needed to run home to change.
My mom and three sisters were not home. Surprisingly, there was a package on the table for me. It was from Sandy.
I took the package into my bedroom and opened it.
The note inside said, “You might need these training pants for a little protection against leaks. Don't worry, they're whisper quiet.”
Inside were three pairs of plastic pants with flannel linings.
How did she know?
I pulled on one of the pairs of training pants. The plastic was a baby looking print and the inside flannel, a light blue. I walked around and she was correct, they made only a slight rustling sound. I pulled my jeans over them and looked in the mirror. They didn't appear to look bulky.
I hid the other pants and hurried back to work.
The rest of the shift my little pen-s was hard, as I couldn't forget about wearing training pants under my jeans. Good thing, I'm small down there. It was also a good thing I had on the training pants when I leaked without control again that shift. I was able to get to the bathroom before it got bad.
After finishing at the toilet, I pulled up my wet training pants and this just excited me more. Before leaving the bathroom, I rubbed the front of my training pants and quickly shot my little load into the waiting wet flannel.
My sisters were home when I walked in the door. Like always, they ignored me, which was a good thing since I needed to change out of my wet training pants. My mom was busy and barely waved hi from the family room where she watched game shows.
I went into my room and changed into baggy sweatpants and to be safe, I put on another pair of training pants. I sat on my desk chair and thought about Sandy, wishing I were there with her: wearing a dress, safely snuggled in a thick diaper, being fed on her lap from a bottle.
The rest of the week dragged between work and being ignored by my mom and sisters. No one even questioned why I wore my hat all the time. I felt those old feeling from when I was young in a house of women. Then I would crave some attention from them and fantasized at night that I was a girl instead of their dumb brother.
On Friday, a big package arrived for me. This did spark a slight interest with my mom, but I told her it was some books I bought on ebay.
My hands shook as I opened the package. A note in it told me to wear the contents when I met Sandy at her clothes shop that afternoon. It went on to tell me how much she missed me and that they wanted me to come live with them.
Inside were three disposable diapers and a snap front pair of pink plastic pants. I was to wear one diaper and bring the others in the shoulder bag provided. I pulled out a pair of black pants and moaned. I couldn't wear these outside. They were obviously women's pants since they zipped on the right side hip. Lucky for me, Sandy provided a long top that didn't look too feminine and could hide the side zipper. For my feet, I was to wear ruffled top white socks and flat unisex shoes.
I had to hurry before my sisters got home. My bags were already packed and in the trunk of my car, not that I'd be using any of the clothes in there, but I needed to show that I had moved out for a while.
First, I pulled off all my clothes and for a second, I hesitated before dressing in the clothes from Sandy. I was on the edge of a big change in my life. I wondered if I would ever be back here or whether I would ever be a boy again.
I looked around my room. There was nothing stopping me. I wanted to go to Sandy and be lost in submissiveness. I didn't want to make decisions.
I sat down on the disposable diaper and tightly taped it around my waist. Next, I pulled the shirt over my still curled hair. The paints were tight and when I moved the plastic from my diaper crackled loudly. The length of the pants legs was short and my ruffles socks clearly showed.
I cracked open my bedroom door to make sure the house was empty. Taking a deep breath I hurried out, focused on getting out the front door, down the driveway and into my car without being seen. My diaper sounded loud enough for anyone near to here my approach.
“What are you wearing?”
I froze in the entryway and turned. My oldest sister was sitting on the couch.
“Are you running away?”
I couldn't talk.
She stood and walked over to me. “You're gay aren't you? The others don't think so, but I think you want to a girl like us.”
I couldn't move. She was twenty-seven and had been my babysitter a lot as I grew up. She was the one who dressed me in little girl clothes when I was little.
I had to get out of here. “I won't be back,” I managed to say.
“Those socks are so cute and what's under those pants?” She reached out and rubbed my butt. The plastic crinkled loudly under her caress. “Are you wearing a diaper?”
“Don't tell the others,” I pleaded with her.
“I won't if you pull down your pants and let me see what you're hiding.”
She stood with her hands on her hips waiting for me. I couldn't do it. This was horrible and it became worse when she tired of waiting and when to the front of my pants herself.
“I can't believe this,” she said when realizing that my pants had no zipper in the front. “You're wearing girls pants.” I looked away as she unzipped me and slide my pants down, exposing my plastic pants. “Those are so cute.”
When I didn't think things could be worse than standing in the entryway with my sister finding out that I wore girls clothes and plastic pants, my other two sister came in the front door as my older sister pulled off my baseball cap, exposing my girlish hair.
They stood silently with stunned looks.
I'd had enough. As fast as I could I pulled up my pants, not bothering with the side zipper and pushed past them to the front yard. There might have been neighbors watching, but I didn't look around as I climbed into my car. Tears ran down my cheeks. After today I could never go back home.
I drove away in a fog. Sandy's store was in a strip mall a few miles away and the whole way, I cried, not caring who saw me. All I wanted to do was get to Sandy and hide.
Unfortunately, the parking lot was full. My luck was getting worse. There was a sale going on in her store. Lot's of women and teenage girls were about the area, some of them I knew from high school.
I parked away from the crowds and slinked down in my car. How was I going to get in there to Sandy? Her note said that if I didn't show up, dressed like this, the game would be over and they'd search for another boy to be their sissy. With my sisters knowing my secret, I had no other place to go.
My diaper felt wet. I must have peed without realizing it.
After a while, I decided to go into the store. The crowd seemed to have thinned and I remembered how I got away looking like a teenage girl with Sandy. Hopefully, no one would recognize me. The only problem would be my noisy diaper.
I was wrong about the store being empty. The place was packed with young women talking and shopping. Several looked me over as I searched for Sandy. I probably looked like I could be a girl, but with no makeup on, I might also look like a boy. That and my damn diaper was so loud with each step. All I wanted to do was crawl and hide somewhere or run out of the store, but I'd had gone beyond the point of return with my sisters.
“Can I help you?” asked a pretty, young salesgirl.
I stuttered about looking for Sandy.
“She's busy with customers right now, maybe I can help you find something.”
“Well, she told me to meet her.” I lowered my eyes from her sharp blue stare. She had to know that I was a boy.
“Oh,” she exclaimed. “You must be Amanda, her little baby. I should have known when I heard you walking.” She said this loudly, causing several girls to stop and look at me. “You are wearing a diaper? She told me that you have control problem and I wouldn't want you messing up your nice pants.”
One of the braver girls moved closer. “Is she wearing a diaper?”
“Actually, she's really not a girl, but a sissy boy who has to wear a diaper under her sissy clothes.”
I wanted to cry with shame as the two girls giggled. “I'd love to have a little sissy boy to dress. Does he belong to someone?”
“The owner, but maybe you could baby sit the little sissy sometime.”
“That would be so much fun.” She put her finger under my chin and pushed my head up so I had to look in her eyes. “Would you like that little sissy? We could play bondage games. I like to tie up little ones like you. Wouldn't that be so much fun?” The girl turned to the salesgirl. “Does the sissy like girls or boys?”
“I'm told her mouth is good at both licking and su-king.”
I couldn't help it, but the shame of everything made tears well up in my eyes.
“You poor baby,” said the salesgirl. “We didn't mean to make you cry. Come on in the back. I'll change your diaper and get you something to drink. Will that make you feel better?”
I started to turn for the front door. I needed to get out of there, but she grabbed my hand in a firm grip. “Where do you think you were going?”
She lead me through the store as I cried and my full diaper sang its baby sissy song.
When I saw Sandy, I ran to her. She hugged me tightly and stroked my hair. “Now, now, Amanda, it's alright. Mommy's here to take care of you.” I felt her hand slide across my butt and squeeze, obviously making sure I was diapered as instructed.
“Let's get you into a dry diaper,” she said to me. “We can go into my office so these mean women won't see your little thing as I get you changed.”
I didn't see this big woman come up from behind us. I let out a little cry of surprise when she picked me up like a little baby. Her arms were so strong that I knew that it was a man dressed as a woman.
“Kelly will take you back to my office,” Sandy said. “I'll be there is a minute.”
I hid my face in Kelly's bosom as she carried me across the store. She laid me down on a plastic mat on a leather couch in Sandy's office. I was relieved to see Sandy come in the office. The salesgirl followed Sandy.
“I have some diapers in my bottom drawer,” Sandy said to the salesgirl.
I looked away as Sandy pushed a pacifier into my mouth and unzipped the side of my pants and pulled them down my legs and past my feet.
“What we have to do is make sure no one suspects that you are a boy. Won't that be better?” I nodded. She pulled down my plastic pants to my knees. “My, my you're a wet little girl.”
Sandy pulled the tape from the sides of my diaper and handed the soaked diaper to the salesgirl. She giggled at my shrunken pen-s.
“This nice girl is Missy,” Sandy said. “She'll help you pick out some clothes and put on some makeup.”
Sandy taped a new diaper tightly around my hips and pulled up my pink plastic pants. “You sit here while she goes and finds you a skirt.”
Sandy and Missy left the office. I sat on the couch in only a blouse, my diaper and plastic pants. The big woman was still in the office.
“I hear that your mouth is good,” she said.
It a day of humiliation, I wasn't surprise when she reached under her dress and unsnapped her teddy. Under it, she had a big c-ck.
“Let me give you something better than that pacifier.”
She came over to where I sat, her c-ck standing straight out at my face. I looked around hoping that I could get this over before Missy came back with my skirt.
I spit of my pacifier and slowly licked her c-ck, using my hand to keep it from moving away. I rubbed my soft face along the shaft and caressed his balls with my other hand. I then looked up at her heavily made up blue eyes and took her c-ck in my mouth. She shuddered and dropped the skirt of her dress over my head. In this tent, I began to move her c-ck in my mouth. It felt so hot sitting on the couch, working on this lovely silky c-ck.
I couldn't stop my moans of pleasure as I gave this stranger a blowjob. Being submissive made me feel so much better. When she came, I was able to swallow all her lovely milk.
She patted my head and said thank you, which for some reason made me embarrassed, that and the fact that Missy had come back into the office. She had stood quietly watching me give a blowjob.
“What a naughty little girl,” Missy said with a large smile.
She told me to stand so we could put on my new clothes. The blouse was a light pink with a peter pan collar. Under the blouse, I was to wear a pink bra that she stuffed with a sock in each cup. The skirt was a pink plaid and pleated. It zipped in the back and looked like something you would wear to school. We followed this with thigh high white stockings with pink butterflies.
“You are so cute,” she said, taking my hand. “Let's go show Sandy.”
I pulled back and protested that I didn't want to go out there where everyone could see me. She smacked my hand and stuck a pacifier in my mouth. Now, I really didn't want to go out there, but I felt helpless to resist.
My breath almost stopped when I saw myself in the big mirrors out in the story. My skirt flared out and just barely covered my diaper, but my legs looked so good in the stockings. I was no longer looking like a boy in girls clothing. Instead, I looked like a teenage girl trying to dress as a little girl.
Sandy clapped her hands and told me that I was so darling. She whispered in my ear that I should never wear boy's clothes again and that I wouldn't as long as I lived with her.
After that, Sandy took me back in her office and said it was time to go home - my new home as her submissive baby. Someone would take my car and sell it since I didn't need a car anymore. As for the boy clothes, they would give those to charity. Of course, since I had no say in any of this, she wasn't talking to me, but to someone on the phone.
She let me keep the pacifier out of my mouth as she led me by the hand to her van, but once buckled into the back seat; she put it back in for me to su-k on.
After we got home, she put me on her leather couch and went to get me a bottle. I thought about my old life and sisters, glad that I was starting something new, although I was a little frightened about my growing dependency on Sandy. I was quickly going back to becoming a child where all decisions for me being made by someone else.
“I have a nice bottle of warm milk,” Sandy said, returning with a purple bottle.
She sat down and had me lay my head into her lap as she feed me my bottle. As she softly rubbed my plastic pants front with her other hand, she began to speak in a soothing voice.
“Relax,” she said, “Close your eyes and listen to my voice, and slowly drink the warm milk. Let everything relax as you listen to me. Your pretty-shoed feet are growing heavy. They are growing so relaxed in your shoes. Listen to my voice only, as your smooth legs start feeling heavy.”
I slowly sucked on my bottle, falling into a weird state as she continued telling me to relax.
“Now you are loosing feelings under your wet, safe diaper. You are so safe and relaxed right now because I am going to take care of all your needs.”
She continued talking in her soft, seductive voice until I was in such a point of relaxation that nothing else worried me in the world. Sandy would take care of me.
“Time, to let yourself go. You are no longer a boy, but Amanda, my little girl. It feels so right to you to be Amanda. It makes you feel content and safe. No longer do you need to worry about going to the bathroom. You know that Amanda is protected by a warm, soft, diaper. Whenever you feel the slightest pressure to pee, you will not be able to stop yourself. It will be natural and right to let the pee flow out no matter where you are because it feels so good to go in your diaper. When asleep, you will not be able to stop the flow of pee from escaping. It is right. It makes you feel good. It makes you feel safe. Whenever you are out of diapers you will feel afraid.”
My whole world was focused on her voice. My body felt as if where floating on air.
“You are Amanda and you enjoy being helpless in diapers. Because you are so helpless, you will obey all adults. They know what is best for you. Only they can change your diapers. Your little pen-s will even seem smaller to you and of no use except to pee from into your diaper. You will feel as if you have lost all muscle control to stop from peeing. It is the right thing to do.
“You will feel an uncontrollable need to have your mouth filled. Without something in your mouth, you will feel sad and anxious. Whenever you see a man, you will wish that he was filling your mouth with a hot pen-s. Having a pen-s in your mouth is the right thing for you to do. su-king on a pen-s will make you feel very safe and happy. Wearing a diaper and su-king on a pen-s will fill you with extreme happiness. Only when you make the pen-s empty its sperm into your mouth will you be able to have sexual release of your own, tiny, useless pen-s.
“You are Amanda and you will only wear girl's clothes and be protected in diaper, because, Amanda, you cannot control your bladder. The slightest pressure and it will empty into your diaper. You are totally dependant on your diapers. You are totally dependant on Sandy. Without Sandy, you will be alone and lost.
“I'm going to count to five and you are going to take a nap.
“One - you're so relaxed. So dependant on diapers. So want to have your mouth filled with something to su-k on.
“Two - you are barely awake. You feel all muscle control of your bladder leaving you. You have no control over your bladder. To wet your diaper makes you feel good. It is right.
“Three - you are almost there. You have no more worries. You can pee in your diapers and know that Sandy will change them. You know that having a pen-s in your mouth is good.
“Four - the last step. Your bladder is draining any remaining pee into your diaper. You can't stop it. You are totally dependant on diapers and Sandy...”
I never heard five.
I awoke on the couch and a wave of panic swept over me. Sandy wasn't there. My mouth was empty. I had to get something to fill my mouth. While I started to cry, I also felt warm pee flood the crotch of my diaper.
“It's okay,” said Sandy, coming back into the living room. She had changed into leather pants. “Here's your pacifier.”
I hungrily took it into my mouth and began to su-k.
“I'm going to take you to a few places to continue getting you ready to your new life.”
A small sense of worry gnawed at my mind. Was this all going too fast? Was I ready to give up all of my past life as a boy to become her girl?
She held my chin in her hand and looked in my eyes. “If you get scared and want to back out, you can, but it's all over because it would show that you don't trust me. I need you to trust me with everything.” She let go of me. “Now take my hand and come with me.”
I gulped and took Sandy's hand
Walking around dressed like this in the store was embarrassing enough, but going outside terrified me. At least the last time I went out with Sandy I looked like a teenage girl. Now when the breeze blew I felt that my skirt had risen and exposed by plastic covered diapered bottom.
Sandy took me to a place in the mall where earrings and jewelry were sold. She pushed me down in a chair and asked the girl to pierce my ears.
I tried to stand. She pushed me back down. “Remember what I said.”
The girl looked at me with her ear piercing tools ready. I was stuck. I couldn't go home looking like this. They both giggled when I slowly nodded and closed my eyes.
A sharp pain came to each ear and I felt like crying. I opened my eyes and saw two pink post earrings in my ears.
“That's a good little girl,” said Sandy.
Next was a place where they did nails. Although, I was wearing a diaper, Sandy wanted me to have big girl nails. I'm sure this was another way to keep me as her slave since the nails would not come off for weeks.
This nail shop was like most, as it was run by Korean women. It was humiliating to have them whispering at me in Korean and point. The worst was when they got their nerve up to come over closer to ask if I was wearing a diaper.
“She wears a diaper or she would make a mess on your chair,” Sandy said.
Everyone laughed at me.
I was tired when we got home so Sandy stripped me down to just a diaper, plastic pants and a purple shirt.
“Now you rest while mommy gets ready.” She lowered the side of my crib and I climbed onto the plastic covered mattress.
Something felt weird as she spoke. I could faintly remember her words as I had fallen asleep on her lap. The crotch of my diaper grew warm and I realized I was wetting with out any thought of doing it. I tried to squeeze my muscles to stop the flow with no luck. I took out my pacifier. “Did you do something to me to make it impossible to keep from wetting?”
“It is another way to bond us together,” she answered. “You must always wear diapers until I decide to put you in another trance and undo my commands.”
For some reason I felt panic until I put the pacifier back into my mouth.
“Carl and I are going out tonight,” she said. “Unfortunately we don't have a baby sitter for you.” She started brushing her hair. “We'll have to take you with us and leave you in the van.”
As she brushed her hair, Carl came out of the bathroom, naked and wet. His large c-ck stood out strait with a giant hard-on. Weakness flowed up my legs and I sucked hard on my pacifier, wanting him to fill my mouth.
“Sorry, Amanda,” Sandy said. “He's mine tonight.”
He smiled and stroked his c-ck at me. I wanted him so badly I could cry.
Sandy finished her hair and walked over to my crib. “Let's get you ready for tonight.”
I wasn't sure what she meant as I climbed from the crib when she lowered the side wall. “This will have to do until we get a changing table,” she said, patting the plastic cover on her bed.
Any doubt I had about my bladder control was lost when she removed my diaper. Helplessly, I watch urine squirt in the air from my exposed, shrunken, tiny pen-s.
Sandy laughed. “You bad little girl.” She pushed my legs up and told me to hold them as she put a large plug into my exposed butt. I moaned around my gag and it stretched me.
She replaced my disposable diaper with a thick pink cloth diaper. To make it thicker, she also put in a doubler before pulling the diaper to my hips and tightly pinning it. She brought out a huge pair of plastic pant with a nursery print.
Carl came back in the room carrying my travel bag. “We're going to put this on you to keep you safe in the van while we party like grown-ups.”
I started to whine about having to be bound in the bag when she silenced me with the pen-s gag. The feeling of the pen-s in my mouth calmed me and I relaxed as she brought over pink-footed pajamas.
“These will keep you warm,” she said.
The pajamas were warm and bulged out hugely around my diapered bottom. She next bound me in my travel bag and left me on the bed as she finished getting ready for her date. Although, I liked being in diapers, I wished to get dressed as a big girl and go out on a date.
Carl easily carried me to van in my bag. I was put on the bed in the back of the van. When we got to their first stop, Carl put on a porno tape for me to watch while they were gone The tape was of men dressed as hot women getting fucked and giving sloppy blow jobs.
It kept me entertained and excited. I continued to pee uncontrollably
About an hour later, the door to the van opened and Sandy came in with something for me to eat, and a bottle full of orange juice and vodka. I was starving.
“Here something for my baby to eat,” she said, her voice sounding slurred and a little drunk. She took out my gag and sat me up to feed me some applesauce and some green stuff from baby jars. Next, she sat my head on her lap and I drank my bottle. “I hope it isn't too boring for you waiting out here. Do you want a cartoon or some more dirty movies?”
I told her that the dirty movies were fine.
When I finished drinking my bottle, she put the pen-s gag back in my mouth, which was fine with me because for some reason I felt very anxious without something filling my mouth. She put in another movie and told me that since I was such a good little girl, I'd get a special treat later.
Since I was under twenty-one and not used to drinking, the stuff from my bottle went right to my head. As I watched some girl on the screen get her face splattered from a twitching c-ck, I felt so happy. Safe in my cocoon, wet on the inside of my diaper, but dry on the outside. Whenever the slighted hint of pressure came, my bladder released pee into my thick, waiting diaper. I liked moving my legs and hearing the sound of the plastic hidden in pajamas and travel sack. Over the slurping sounds on the TV, I heard people walking by outside, not knowing that there was a helpless, bound man dressed in diapers inside the van.
Shortly after Sandy left me, the van door opened again and a wonderful looking girl came into the van. She smiled at me and said, “Sandy was so right. You're just darling.”
I couldn't respond with my mouth full nor could I resist as she climbed back to me. “You don't have to look so scared,” she said, “Sandy paid me to come in here and give you a nice message.”
She released me from my travel bag. “Let's turn off that TV,” she said, glancing up as a man dressed as a little girl was bent over a stool with a huge man fucking her. “I brought some nice music to sooth you as I work.
“Now we have to get you out of those pajamas so I can work on your sweat body,” she said to me as she unzipped the back of my pajamas. “My you're wearing a big diaper, which is a good thing since Sandy said you can't control yourself.”
I should have been embarrassed being striped down to my diaper and plastic pants in front of this stranger, but the bottle had put me in a very weird state of mind. I just let her move me onto my stomach. She turned on some nice music and started rubbing my shoulders and neck with skilled hands and warm oil.
“Let your nerves rise to the top of your skin,” she said. “Let yourself feel the pleasure of my touch.”
I always liked to be touched, but unfortunately, no one touches me much and never had I been rubbed and stroked like this. It was wonderful and I silently thanked Sandy around my pen-s gag. She was so good to me and I knew I was falling hopelessly in love with her and would do anything to please her.
The girl turned me over onto my back. She poured some cream on my br.east and started to run it in using a circular motion. Her eyes looking into mine, watching me su-k on my rubber pen-s gag. She smiled as she played with my hardening nipples. “It's a little cold in here,” she whispered. I bet you wished you had nipples like mine. She pulled off her shirt. She wore no bra and here nipples were huge and pink. Warm pee flooded my diaper. “Would you like to su-k on these?”
I nodded.
She reached around my head and released the strap holding my pen-s gag firmly in my mouth. I hungrily took her offered br.east into my mouth.
She began to moan and rub the front of my plastic pants. Her nipple was hard and filled my mouth like a baby bottle. “That's my baby,” she whispered as she rubbed my plastic pants harder. Unfortunately, I could not feel her hand through my thick, wet diaper.
Several times, she had to smack me because I got carried away and sucked to hard on her nipple. After the third time, she angrily pulled it out of my hungry mouth.
“What's wrong?” asked Sandy. I looked around and saw that Sandy and Carl were back in the van.
The girl looked mad and scared me. “I gave her a nice message like you paid me for and to thank me she hurt my nipple with her mouth.”
Sandy laughed and said. “She is getting used to su-king hard on her pen-s gags.”
“Well, she needs a spanking to remember her manners.”
Sandy stumbled back to us. Now she really looked drunk. “Put her pen-s back in,” she said, handing my gag to the girl. I was growing afraid. I'd never been spanked before.
I didn't have a chance to protest as my voice was silenced again by the huge pen-s gag. Sandy handed the girl some handcuffs and she locked my hands behind my back. Next Sandy told her to take off my diaper and plastic pants but to be careful since I couldn't control myself.
“Wow she's really wet,” said the girl as I helplessly watched her pull down my plastic pants.
Sandy handed her a rubber sheet “Put this under her then turn her over on to her stomach.”
They made me stand up just wearing my wet, sagging diaper with plastic pants as the girl spread out the rubber sheet. Sandy fumbled with my diaper pins and when finished, pulled my sopping diaper away and threw it in a pail. They pushed me down on my stomach, the rubber feeling very cold. Without any control, a little puddle of warm pee formed under my stomach.
“I told you she has no control,” said Sandy.
“That is wild,” said the girl. “Did you do that to her.”
“Just a little suggestive therapy.”
Now I knew what had happened to me. She had removed my control through some type of conditioning with her voice on the couch.
Next, my ankles were bound in leather cuffs attached to each end of a steel bar.
“You better turn on the radio and drive to a more secluded parking space,” Sandy told Carl. “This could be loud.”
I cringed, not liking the sound of that at all.
Carl drove and parked somewhere else. As he did, Sandy put a pair of satin blindfolds on me. Now I was gagged, bound and blind, helplessly waiting for the first blow to my exposed butt.
“What's this,” the girl said. I felt my butt plug being moved.
“That's to keep all her nasty stuff inside tonight.”
I wasn't expecting the pain that came with the first stroke. I cried out against my rubber c-ck gag from the fire shooting across my tender flesh. Another squirt of warmth spread around my stomach. The bar between my ankles made it impossible for escape from the following spankings on my already screaming skin. The sounds of each smack sounded loudly in the van.
“That is so sexy seeing Amanda's cheeks so red,” said Sandy, her voice sounding throaty with lust. “My turn.”
I pleaded with her to stop, but of course, it came out as muffled moans with my mouth full of c-ck. Another hard smack lit my butt on fire. I squirmed to escape the next hit, but couldn't in my bound state.
Finally, they tired. The front of me was a mess from my tears and uncontrollable peeing onto the rubber sheet.
They took out my pen-s gag and I cried, telling Sandy and the girl that I would be good for now on. As a test, after they put me in thick diapers and plastic pants, they allowed me to su-k on their t-ts again. This time I must have been better because both of them had loud orgasms.
The girl left and we headed for home. This time I wasn't put back in my travel bag. It was cool in the van, so Sandy did put me back in my pink pajamas.
I slept that night in my pink pajamas and thick diapers while I watched securely locked in my crib at Carl and Sandy making wild love in her bed. It was exciting and frustrating. Seeing Carl and his large pen-s make Sandy moan and scream made me realize that I would never be a man. Being a sissy baby was the only way to keep from being alone.
Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:36 pm Post subject: 
Sandy woke me up in the morning with a fresh bottle of Slimfast. I was already thin but she wanted me down to a twenty-seven waste and under 100 lbs.
“We need you get you into the bath and get you all dolled up,” she told me as she took off my wet diaper. “We are going to a birthday party today.”
I must have looked scared since she said, “Don't worry little angel. These are my friends whom have my same fetish for diaper bondage, but they like boy babies where I like girls in pink like you.”
The bath was nice, filled with bubbles. None of my hair had grown back. From the tub, Sandy gave me an enema, making me hold it for ten minutes before I could sit on the potty. It actually was frightening to use the potty instead of a diaper and I was happy when she put me in a thick diaper.
Over the pink plastic pants she had me wear white tights. The tights stretched across my thickly diapered bottom, pushing the diaper up into my crotch.
The dress she slipped over my head was wonderful. It was a pink sailor dress with a wide collar lined with white.
“Now for your petticoat,” she said.
The petticoat was soft and white. It made my dress standout and made it impossible to hide my diapered bottom. I kept thinking about meeting the others. Would they also be wearing diapers?
My curly hair was tied with a huge pink bow that matched my painted fingernails and earrings.
'They are going to love you.”
I wondered if she meant her friends or their baby boys.
Sandy sat me down on a rubber mat on the living floor to watch cartoons while she got ready for the party. When she came out of the bedroom, I couldn't believe the change in her. She wore a dress straight out of the fifties. It was white with blue flowers. She wore a petticoat under the dress and her hair was straight except curls on the end.
Just like I'd seen on old TV sow moms. She knelt next to me, her skirt rustling from the petticoat.
She painted my nails pink then stood. “Stay here and let those nails dry while I get your diaper bag packed.”
I watched her walk away and fell more in love with her. It was a child to mother love.
I felt warm pee flood my diaper.
She led me outside to the van and I felt exposed. Before,
I was out dressed as a girl, but never as a baby girl in my diapers and little girl clothes. Several cars slowed to take a closer look.
We drove for a while. I sat in the back seat su-king on my pacifier, hoping the tinted windows kept people from looking inside at me.
I lost track of time because I feel asleep. I awoke to a rumbling in my stomach and before I could stop myself, I filled my diaper with warm, runny poop. I was so embarrassed as the smell filled the van.
Sandy laughed and lowered the windows. “We're almost there so you have to wait to get changed, you bad little girl.
You'll make quite an entrance to the party with your full diaper.”
Having the windows down was awful because several cars honked their horns as they passed us on the freeway.
I really didn't want to get out when we finally parked in the driveway at a large range house. The driveway had been very long and the house seemed to be on the edge of a large cornfield. The corn was high giving the place a feeling of isolation.
Sandy pulled my hand, forcing me from the van.
A lady, also dressed in fifties type housewife clothes answered the door.
“Oh my,” cried the lady, her hand to her face. “She is so cute!”
A loud sound of heals heralded the coming of three more moms, all crying praise to Sandy about me. They made me twirl around so they could see my pretty dress.
“I need to change her,” Sandy said.
“I can tell,” said another woman. “Is she completely un-potty trained?”
“Almost.”
The lady led us to a nursery. “Everything is here for you. The boys are playing in the playpen in the backyard.” Sandy put on a rubber apron and gloves to clean me up. I had made quite a mess, but luckily, it was very runny and was easy to wipe off my butt. She put me in a new pink diaper and pulled up my plastic pants and tights.
I was led out to the playpen in the back.
There were three young men dressed as baby boys. They stopped playing with each other and turned to stare at me. Although they were dressed in rompers or only in shirts and diapers, I felt so much more conspicuous in my sailor sissy dress, painted nails, hair in a bow, tights over plastic pants, black Mary Jane shoes.
One of the moms had to smack her little boy as he started rubbing his plastic pants while staring at me.
I felt a little afraid and wet my diaper slightly.
“She can't play with the boys in her pretty dress,” one of the moms said. She took my little hand and led me to a table set up for a tea party. The mom wore a puffy petticoat under her dress and it sexily swished as we walked around the playpen of boys in diapers. They continued to stare at me.
I was sat down at the table and was given a doll to hold. I was also given a bottle. “You're too little to use a tea cup,” said the mom.
Sandy took out a camera and took pictures of me while the other moms fawned over how cute I looked.