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sissy-baby-rosey · 7 months

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The doorbell rang, Jessica sauntered over to open it.

“Hiiiii!” Both girls said in unison. Christina was smiling ear to ear as her and Jessica embraced on the front porch. Kyle wasn’t smiling at all as he stood there, shifting his weight and his eyes from side to side. Hoping no one was noticing his outfit while he waited to be invited inside.

“Come on in!” Jessica said, and Kyle made an audible sigh of relief as he scooted inside. His pink, frilly dress fluttered as he zoomed through the threshold. Christina immediately snapped her fingers and gave him a stern look. Kyle must have known exactly what that meant as he dropped onto his hands and knees. She smiled, and turned her attention back to Jessica who handed her a Mimosa.

“The others are in the other room!” Jessica said, and her and Christina sauntered into the living room, Kyle crawling clumsily behind with a noticeable crinkle.

“Hellooo!!!” Tiffany said, jumping off the couch to greet them, being careful not to spill her own Mimosa. She gave Christina a hug and bent down to address Kyle.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest wittle thing!!” She cooed, pinching his cheeks that were now the same shade of pink as his dress. Kyle said nothing, just hung his head in shame.

“Awwww!! What’s that frown for??” Tiffany teased, “Do you wanna go pway with your fwiends??” She asked in a condescending Mommy tone. Kyle just shrugged, but apparently Tiffany took that as a ‘yes’. Leading him over to the playpen.

It was a large wooden boundary near the edge of the enormous living room. It resembled a jail cell with the way the bars were. But it only stood about 3 feet high. It wasn’t enough to keep a grown man in or out, but it was enough to make a grown man feel pathetic.

Tiffany opened the gate, letting him crawl onto the rubber play mat inside. There were already two others inside the pen. A man probably around Kyle’s age dressed in a white dress laced with pink, and another probably 10 years their elder dressed in a blue onesie with cartoon dinosaurs all over it.

Both had pacifiers in their mouths that matched their outfits. The one in the dress was pretending to play with blocks while the other rolled a tiny truck around. The three ‘babies’ made eye contact momentarily, then quickly looked away. Probably feeling both awkward and embarrassed, despite all being in the same predicament.

“So what’s been going on with you??” Tiffany asked Christina after she closed and locked the pen. They all sat down on the couch and started chatting, leaving the babies to ‘play’ in the pen.

Kyle looked around for something to occupy his time. He ended up grabbing a little toy phone with wheels on it that you could pull by a string. Except the string was wrapped around one of the axles. He tried to unwind it but it was too tight, practically knotted. So he brought it to his mouth and used his teeth to try and wiggle it free.

“Kylie NO!” he heard behind him. And sure enough, his wife Christina was stomping over to him and grabbing the toy. “We do NOT put toys in our mouths! You could choke!” She scolded him as if he were a toddler. Reaching into her purse and pulling on a ribbon. There was a pink pacifier attached to the other end. She quickly clipped it on the hem of his dress, and plopped the pacifier shaped like a tiny penis into his mouth.

Christina went back to the couch to join the other girls, who were carrying on conversation as if nothing were happening. “Well...Benny sure has been putting a very particular toy in his mouth!” Jessica laughed, sipping her Mimosa. “At least an hour a day he’s in the corner practicing on the rubber dildo…”

The girls laughed and had more to say and questions to ask, the ‘boys’ in the pen tried to tune it out.

“How are things going with you and Marcus?” They asked Christina.

“Oh we’re having TONS of fun.” she replied, grinning from ear to ear. “His dick is…” She sighed as she stared up imaginatively. Unable to find the words. “And he gives me sooo many mind-numbing orgasms. I haven’t cum like that with any man. Hell, I never even got to cum with Kyle…”

Kyle looked a little deflated as he pretended to play with his toys while trying not to listen.

“Kylie, why don’t you come over here and tell the girls what happened last night.” Christina said. Kyle breathed a sigh and a small whimper as he crawled over.

“You can take your paci out,” Christina said as he knelt in front of them, “but use your baby talk to tell Mommy’s friends what happened with you, her, and Daddy last night”

Kyle looked uncertain as he removed the pacifier from his mouth. Not making eye contact with anyone but the floor. “M-misturr Marcus put his pee pee in my mouff wast night…”

The girls erupted in laughter. “OH MY GOD!! Hahaha!! Did you make him make squirties in your mouth??”

Kyle nodded as his head hung low and his face turned purple.

“Don’t let that look fool you,” Christina said, “he’s a better cocksucker than me! In fact, he’ll be the exclusive one for that job from now on!!”

The girls laughed again.

“Ohh it would be SO nice to not have to suck a dick anymore…I might have to start training Timmy!” Tiffany replied.

They were all cackling as Jessica stood up.

“Well...i’m gonna get another Mimosa,” Jessica said, “Anyone want another?”

“YES!” both the other girls said in unison. Christina putting Kyle’s paci back in his mouth and shooing him back into the pen. “And when you get back I think it’s time for diaper changes!!” Tiffany winked.

All the bABies in the pen looked around at each other now.

Kyle knew his diaper was dry. Or, at least, he thought so. He wriggled his hips a bit to make sure he hadn’t peed and forgotten. But he felt no wetness there.

The other two, Tim and Ben, side-eyed each other. All three of them sniffed, but no one smelled poop.

But when Jessica came back with the drinks all three women nodded and stood up, as if this was somehow part of a plan that the guys weren’t aware of.

They each grabbed their diaper bags and stepped over the ridiculous walls of the pen with ease and found their husbands.

All three boys were led over to the same spot and laid down next to each other side by side.

“That dress is SOOO cute!!” Christina told Jessica as the two bABies dressed like girls bumped their frilly shoulders together.

“I know right? There’s this great little ABDL Etsy shop online that has the most ADORABLE little outfits! I’ll have to send you the link!”

“Please do!” Christina smiled, lifting up Kyle’s skirt and exposing his pink princess diaper underneath. “Awww!! Still dry pwincess??” she cooed, pinching the front bulge of his diaper.

“That’s why I like these DinoRawrz diapers!” Tiffany said, already getting Timmy’s buttons on his onesie unsnapped and pulling the tabs off his diaper, “They have tapes that you can take off and reapply later. So if you wanna take off his diapy for a little ‘fun time’, you can put it right back on after without wasting a whole diaper!”

“You and Timmy still have sex??” Jessica asked, appalled.

“Oh noooo hahahaha!! Well..Not unless you count me giving him all 10 inches of my strapon as ‘sex’!”

All the girls laughed, Timmy covered his face in shame. Tiffany didn’t care in the slightest, opening his diaper and exposing the tiny chastity device to everyone in the room.

The other two bABies breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the cage. As if it was nice knowing they were in the same predicament. Because once their diapers were opened, their caged cocks were on display as well. Only Benny’s diaper was wet. No one had messed themselves.

“Awww!! Wook’s wike wittle Benny has a case of the blue balls!!” Christina teased Jessica’s husband. Benny’s balls were enormous and swollen and had a dark, purple hue to them.

“Yes...it’s been a few months since his last milking, hasn’t it sweetie??” Jessica cooed, pinching Benny’s cheeks and wiping a tear from his eye.

“I just moved Kylie down to a smaller size…” Christina explained as she tapped the tiny metal prison around Kyle’s cock.

“His wittle baby dick is so tiny!! I wouldn’t think even that cage would fit him! But that bow around it is HILARIOUS!” Tiffany said, laughing at Kyle’s little nubbin with a ribbon tied around it.

Jessica took out a tiny box with some strange pills, handing one to each girl. They each worked it into their husbands’ butthole.

“So watta you say girls? Are we sure we wanna do this?” Jessica asked the room. Well...everyone that mattered.

They all nodded. “Anything to keep me from having to milk him.” Tiffany said.

And with that, they all collectively reached between their breasts, pulling on a chain that each had a tiny key attached to it. They laughed at the similarities, and Christina insisted on taking a picture for instagram of all 3 of their keys in the same shot.

Then they turned to their husbands. Taking the keys from around their necks and using them to release the tiny mechanisms around the cock cages.

“Awww!! Wook’s wike somewon is excited!!” Christina teased as she pulled the front of the cage off Kyle’s cock. Ropes of sticky precum clinging to the head of his penis and the reservoir it was housed in.

All three of the bABies whimpered in ecstasy as their cocks finally breathed fresh air for the first time in what felt like ages.

Benny’s cock immediately started sticking straight up in the air.

“Tehehe!” Tiffany giggled, “wook how excited he is!!”

“Well don’t get too excited bucko…” His wife Jessica scoffed. Closing the front of Benny’s wet diaper back over his hard cock, and using duct tape to hold it shut.Christina did the same. Tiffany just closed up Timmy’s diaper and reattached it with those special tapes.

The bABies looked at each other, confused. What kind of diaper change was this? They weren’t even put in fresh diapers.

“Awww!! They thought we were going to touch them!! Ahahahaha!!!” The girls laughed as all of the bABies diapers were fastened.

“Okay.” Jessica said, sighing. “You each have 30 minutes to cum as many times as you want.” She smiled as the bABies eyes got wide with enthusiasm, and clicked her watch. “Ready, set, GO!”

The boys all looked at each other, sauntering over to their own little section of the pen while the girls sat back on the couch.

Benny looked around as if it were too good to be true, then shrugged. He lifted his skirt and began putting his fingers into the waistband of his diaper.

“Na uh uh!!” Jessica called from her seat. “You are not allowed to put your hands in your diapers! In fact, you aren’t allowed to touch yourself at all!”

The bABies looked even more confused. How were any of them going to cum if they couldn’t touch themselves?

But Kyle had a brilliant idea. He laid down on the floor and started wriggling his hips.

“No no no Kylie!” Christina barked. “You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself at all!”

Finally, it clicked between them: they wanted them to pleasure each other.

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sissy-baby-rosey · 7 months

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Chapter 2

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Peter was still sniffling when we pulled up to the driveway of the cream colored house with freshly laid red mulch.

“B-but Mommy,” Peter adjusted in his seat as much as the straps would allow so he could get a better view, “th-this is Tr-Trevor’s house…”

I watched as the realization came over him. He knew I was fucking someone else, but he didn’t know who it was. The look on his face told me he definitely didn’t expect for it to be his best friend.

“That’s right,” I said, ignoring his fresh batch of tears as I put the car in park, grabbed the diaper bag, walked around, and began unbuckling him from the carseat.

“B-but does that mean…” he tried to say as I lifted him out of the Range Rover and stood him up beside me, his diaper was already drooping below the skirt of his pink sailor outfit. I watched the little gears spinning in his big dumb baby-brain.

“Yes, honey” I finished for him as I patted the wrinkles out of the fabric. “Trevor and I are fucking. Now come on!”

I took his hand as he cried harder, leading him up the steps and to the doormat. “Better get on your knees,” I told him, with no sympathy for the hysterical fit he was throwing. Despite his little tantrum, he still dropped down onto the ground. His legs quivering just as much as his bottom lip.

I knocked on the door, which was weird. I haven’t had to do that for months since Trevor and I started our relationship. But I thought it appropriate for us to wait outside. Peter had his head hung low and was muttering something to himself, like he was saying a prayer or something. It was honestly quite pathetic, I was rolling my eyes and scoffing by the time I heard the rattling of the handle.

Trevor was smiling when he opened the door. I think he just saw me and not my pathetic husband down on the concrete. His smile changed to a pitying, curious sort of look when he saw Peter. Trevor knew I kept Peter in diapers. But I don’t think one can fully grasp the reality of that notion until it’s standing (or kneeling) right in front of you.

Trevor gave an awkward chuckle, “Hello Peter.”

My husband looked like he wanted to crawl inside of himself and die. I placed a hand on his shoulder, “Say ‘Hi’, sweetie.”

Peter was still looking at the ground when he grumbled “Hi, Trevor…”

“No…” I corrected, unable to stop myself from smiling wickedly “he’s your Daddy now, and you will address him as such.”

Peter looked like he was going to explode. I’m not sure if it was from rage or shame, but perhaps a combination of both. “Hello…Daddy.” He finally croaked out.

Trevor was just shaking his head back and forth in utter disbelief. He laughed and said “come in.”

I strutted inside and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips while I heard Peter begrudgingly crawl in behind us.

We walked through to the living room and sat on the couch. Peter knelt in front of us, looking like he wanted to be just about anywhere else.

There was a bit of tense silence as we all sat there quietly, trying to adjust to our new situation. But I didn’t want it to be awkward, I wanted it to be about humiliating my husband.

“So,” I asked Trevor, “watta ya think? Now that you've finally seen him in his proper state…”

“It’s definitely…different.” Said Trevor, searching for the correct words. “Is he really wearing a diaper?”

I laughed and nodded, “Show him, Peter!”

Peter’s fingers trembled as he grasped the hem of his skirt, lifting it up ever so slightly to expose his Princess Pampers underneath. He must have wet them 3 or 4 more times on the way over here, because they now had a yellow tint to them and were drooping almost to the floor.

“Holy shit!” Trevor laughed, unable to contain himself.

“But wait! There’s more!” I giggled, feeling like a salesman for an infomercial as I pointed out all of the humiliating features to Peter’s outfit. “See his binky? It’s shaped like a dick because wittle Petey wuvsss sucking on one of those allll day! Dontcha Petey??”

Peter tried to say something to the contrary, but before he could, I was stuffing the 5 inch penis pacifier into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He started choking and gagging, but I held the back of his head firm. Once I was satisfied with how much he was drooling all over himself like a big, dumb baby, I let the paci go, making sure Peter didn’t let it drop, which of course he didn’t. He knew better.

“And you see his legs? How silky smooth they are? Wittle Petey has to shave everyy dayy…” I was so excited to show him off, like a girl showing a dolly to her parents. “And in order to keep him from cumming I have this special cage inside his diaper which—well you can’t see right now until we change his diaper. Unless…Petey do you want your diaper changed right now??”

Peter’s eyes went wide with horror. Usually he jumps at any chance to get a fresh diaper, but that seemed to be the worst possible scenario for him at the moment, which of course made me want to do it all the more.

“Awww!! Wittle Petey is shy!!” I cooed as he furiously shook his head ‘no’ to the prospect of a change. “Don’t worry, sweetheart! Mommy and Daddy are right here!!”

I laughed as I took his trembling hand and laid him backwards onto the floor. Slinging the diaper bag off my shoulder and plopping it down. Peter was pleading with his eyes, silently begging me not to do this in front of his friend, but we were far past that. I smiled as I lifted up his skirt, snapping into Mommy mode.

“What a wet baby girl you are!!” I mewed, prodding and poking the pissy padding of his diaper. I pressed a hand down onto the front and began peeling the tapes. Once the diaper was unfastened, I grinned at both Peter and Trevor. This was always a special moment for me, when you first open that diaper and reveal the contents. It’s even better when you expose it to someone new.

Trevor had to cover his face to keep from spewing with laughter, Peter had to cover his face to hide his shame. Underneath the soaking wet diaper was Peter’s pruned and puny penis. Tucked tightly inside his stainless steel cage.

“What is that thing?” Trevor asked incredulously, leaning forward out of curiosity to get a better view.

“It’s called a ‘chastity device’” I explained, grabbing the front of it and jiggling it mockingly, “keeps the wittle baby from pleasuring himself when Mommy doesn’t want him to”

I was reminded of the incident from earlier at the Daycare, and thought this would be the perfect time to bring it up.

“But that didn’t stop wittle Petey today, did it?” I asked, eyeing him. Peter looked positively horrified, “Tell Daddy what you did, Peter. Tell him why you got in trouble at Daycare today.”

I tried to pull the penis paci from his mouth, he actually did a decent job of holding it in before I could pry it out properly. When his mouth was empty, he squirmed, looking back and forth from me to Trevor. “I…i was playing with the ring stand…” he said. Then he stopped, like that was it.

He obviously needed more prodding. “Playing with it where, sweetheart?”

“In the play area…”

“Don’t be coy, what were you doing with it when your Betasitters saw you?”

He looked so uncomfortable. Like he was loath to admit it to anyone, much less his best friend. He hung his head and muttered “I was…putting it in my bum bum…”

I thought his face was about to explode from how much blood was rushing to it. Trevor looked back and forth from me to him in disbelief, then burst out laughing. “Are you serious?!” he jeered, “I mean I knew you were walking around wearing diapers and shit, but I thought it was just cause you had to. Now you’re shoving random stuff up your butt?! I knew you were weird, man, but…”

“It’s this stupid cage!!” Peter blubbered, descending into full-on tears now, “I can’t get any…relief!! I just want…something!!” He covered his face and wiped away his snot. I placed a consoling hand on his thigh.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy knows what you want…” I fished around in the diaper bag until I found what I was looking for. It didn’t take me long, it was quite large. I pulled it out and watched his eyes go even larger. “Why don’t you tell Daddy what this is…”

Peter sniffled, his bottom lip quivering, “It’s a…butt plug…” he sighed, “a big one…”

I don’t think Trevor actually needed the explanation, but he laughed all the same.

“And since you just loooove putting things up your bum bum I figured this would be perfect! You can show Daddy what a little butt slut you are!!”

He winced every time I said the word ‘Daddy’, like it was causing him physical pain. But he winced even more when I put a dollop of lube on the plug and pressed it to his hole. “Shhhh” I cooed as he whimpered, placing a hand on his belly to keep him from squirming away. He wriggled as I pressed it further, like he was trying to slide up across the floor in order to escape. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He knew better. It was best to hold still while Mommy was doing anything to him, otherwise his behavior would lead to even harsher punishments. I gently worked the plug into his puckered pansy pussy. It probably would have taken a lot longer, if he wasn’t already a bit relaxed from his escapades earlier. It always surprised me how much his ass was able to take. I remember when I genuinely thought this plug would never fit, but he continues to prove me wrong in that regard. I tapped the base of the plug mockingly once it was tucked between his cheeks. His cage leaked a fresh batch of loser tears to match his face.

“How does that feel, baby? Are you all better now?” I gave him the look that said you better fucking answer the way I want you to.

“Yes Mommy…thank you.” he sniffled pathetically.

I smiled at the power I had over him as I pulled out a fresh diaper. I took the time to unfurl and fluff it, letting the silence between us exacerbate the anxiety that Peter felt. “Lift up, dear.” I finally told him. He whined a bit as he raised his hips up, clenching his cheeks around the large plug. I slid the diaper underneath him and let him lay down on top of it gingerly. I put the penis pacifier back into his mouth much to his chagrin, then got to work on powdering the area. Finally, I pulled the front of his diaper up and taped it tight. The diaper doubled as a way to humiliate him, and assure that the plug stayed put. Not that it was in danger of falling out anyway…

I grabbed his arms and pulled him up into the sitting position. He grimaced at the pain in his bottom as his weight shifted on top of it. I wrapped my arms around him in a motherly embrace, smiling down at him. “Why don’t you go sit on Daddy’s lap, hmm? Get to know him a little..”

Peter eyed me in that way when I knowingly say something ridiculous–of course they already know each other, they’ve been best friends for years–but he could tell I had a gleam in my eye, like I’d made up my mind and there was no sense arguing about it. He suckled his paci and let both eyelids fall as he crawled over to Trevor.

Both he and Trevor looked at me with uncertainty. All I had to do was nod, and Peter hung his head, and began climbing on top of his best friend’s lap. Trevor looked noticeably uncomfortable, but that was okay, he would get used to it, and probably even learn to like it. Peter shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot to sit on Trevor’s leg. But it turns out there was no way to get comfy with a giant plug up your ass. He eventually settled on straddling over Trevor’s leg.

“Don’t you two look just adorable?” I said, pulling out my phone. “Smile!”

Trevor smiled awkwardly, but Peter stayed looking pouty. It made for a great picture to show my girlfriends later.

“Peter loves being bounced on my knee…” I explained, “I’m sure he would love to bounce on Daddy’s too!”

Peter’s face jaw dropped so fast, his paci fell out. I giggled as I picked it up and returned it to his mouth, pinching his cheek.

Trevor smiled, putting his hand around Peter’s hips and working his leg up on his tip-toes, then dropping back down. Peter gave a noticeable ‘harumph’ as his bottom slammed down and Trevor’s leg and the plug as well.

Trevor and I giggled. “I think he likes it!” I encouraged, “Go faster!”

Peter’s 5’8 stature and mid-weight seemed to not be a factor as Trevor started gyrating his leg like he were a toddler. Peter rumbled and grumbled as his plug continually pounded against Trevor’s leg. He tried to stand up, to keep his butt off of Trevor’s knee, but Trevor shot that down real quick.

“Keep your fucking feet in the air!” he barked. Getting into it now and asserting his dominant Alpha presence. It was so hot. “Put your hands behind your back!”

Peter followed the orders of his best friend, putting his arms behind him like he were getting arrested. Trevor took both of Peter’s wrists in one of his large hands and used it hold him down firmly onto his leg while he bumped it up and down. Peter’s pathetic whimpers were muffled but the rubber dick in his mouth, which kept falling down and swinging by the ribbon. I obviously obliged in placing it back in. But not before watching him bite his lip in what I can only assume was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I took more pictures and videos of his pathetic predicament.

This went on for several minutes. Trevor making Peter switch to a different leg when the other one got tired. Peter’s abbreviated, staccato groans continued to make Trevor and I both giggle.

“M-m-m-mommy…I…” he rumbled, his pathetic voice stammering from the humiliation and the bouncing.

“What is it sweetie?”

“I th-th-th-think I…”

“What?”

“I’m g-g-g-gonna…”

Then his face flushed. He squirmed as much as Trevor’s powerful arms would allow him. He exhaled hard around his paci, then inhaled sharply. His legs quaked and quivered. His thighs clenched around Trevor’s leg. He convulsed several times, letting out the most pathetic of moans. Then he relaxed and deflated.

“Did he just…?” Trevor asked.

I strutted over and slipped a finger through the waistband of the front of his diaper. I felt a warm, sticky glob of goo.

“Yes…he did.” I sighed, “He just came…”

Trevor tilted his head back and roared. “Just from that?? From bouncing on my knee?”

Even to me it was pathetic. I’d seen Peter spurt and leak when I’d finger or fuck his ass before. But I never would have imagined something like this. I shrugged, speechless.

“So…watta we do now?” Trevor asked.

“We spank him.” I said coldly.

******

Peter, who was already crying from the shame of cumming from his bouncies, cried harder now.

He was bent over the coffee table, his diaper pulled down enough to expose his plugged ass. Trevor was holding down his quivering body. I spun the wooden paddle in my hand menacingly. Running it over his skin riddled with gooseflesh, building the anticipation.

“You were a very bad boy today at Daycare.” I chided, reminding him why were were doing this, “and then you embarrassed me in front of Daddy by cumming in your Pampers without permission.”

He whimpered something inaudible. I couldn’t make it out between the paci (which was tied tighter) and his blubbering tears. Not that I cared what he had to say.

“You will get 20 swats from me…” I said, which was met by more pathetic whimpers and pleas, “and 30 from Daddy.”

Trevor had to lean his weight on Peter now to keep him still. His hands were cuffed, but he was still quite the wriggly worm when he wanted to be.

Once Trevor stifled Peter’s protests, I pulled the paddle back. I loved watching him twitch and wince in anticipation. The way his little cheeks puckered and clenched, even with that plug in there. I brought the paddle down on his right cheek. Listening to him squeal. I brought it back into the air again, he wriggled more now after he knew the pain he was in for. Trevor braced as another hit slammed against Peter’s left cheek.

Then I started unloading.

Back and forth, back and forth from cheek to cheek. Taking out all my frustrations of him being a naughty boy at Daycare onto his poor, helpless little backside. He was crying and sniffling pretty hard by the time I got to 20.

“I think it’s Daddy’s turn…” I giggled.

Trevor smiled as he released his hold on Peter, who was now positively distraught. “Please! No! I’ve had enough!” he begged around his paci, “Please! Don’t make Trevor do it! Please!’

I leaned down next to him as Trevor and I switched places. “Awww!! Sweetie! But don’t you see? You still haven’t learned. You called him ‘Trevor’ and not ‘Daddy’! Which means he needs to show you who’s boss…”

I gave Trevor a nod and, without hesitation, he started wailing on Peter’s ass with the paddle.

Peter squirmed and writhed on the table. I held him down with as much as my 120lb frame would allow, but it was like trying to contain a greased pig. He bucked me backward onto the floor. I was overcome with fury, but before I could get up to do anything, Trevor slammed Peter down onto the table. Hard.

“You will hold fucking still until i’m done!” He growled. Peter’s struggling immediately subsided. The fear of God in his eyes. While he was overcome with terror, I was overcome with lust. Seeing Trevor establish dominance like that gave me a rush of emotion. Of need for him. He was the Alpha. And my beta bitch of a husband was crying like a baby as Trevor continued to paddle his ass. But as much Peter cried and whined and whimpered, he stayed still. Well, as much as he could as the paddle came down again and again onto his bright red cheeks. Trevor swung much harder than I did, and it showed.

By the time he reached 50, Peter had leaked a puddle of tears all over the floor, and I was leaking into my panties from being so turned on. Trevor’s grunts and heavy breathing while he paddled my husband’s ass were too much for me to handle.

“What?” Trevor asked when he saw my face.

“I need you. Now.”

******

Trevor grabbed me with a primal necessity. Like he’d been waiting for this the whole time. He lifted me up with ease. I wrapped my legs around his hips and could feel him already getting hard. We kissed passionately as he laid me down on top of Peter, who was still bent over the coffee table. The air squeaked out of Peter as my full weight pressed down on him, in addition to Trevor pinning me down and kissing me down my neck. He ripped my blouse open, then reached behind me, between Peter and I’s backs, finding the clasp of my bra and snapping it free with expert efficiency. Trevor grabbed and squeezed my breasts with the perfect amount of tension and desire. Kissing and nibbling my nipples while Peter squirmed beneath us. Trevor reached under my skirt, between my legs. He chuckled as soon as he touched my panties, probably laughing at how wet I already was. He pulled them down and tossed them to the side, then started undoing his belt. I wriggled on top of my wiggling husband, my thighs aching to have Trevor between them. Peter couldn’t see anything from his vantage, but he had to feel the heat radiating off of me. Trevor’s cock was already rock hard when he dropped his pants.

I’ve never really found penises attractive. I like what they do and how they make me feel, sure. But I've never been particularly excited by the sight of them. Trevor, however, has the most beautiful dick I've ever seen, and I wanted every single inch inside me.

Trevor obviously obliged. Standing between my legs, aiming it into my gaping and eager pussy, which accepted him hungrily. As he slid in, I kept thinking he had exhausted his length, but even after months of us fucking, I still wasn’t used to how much length he actually had.

Once he was fully inside, he started slowly working himself in and out. Building up speed and rhythm. Peter actually gave small little grunts with each thrust, probably because Trevor’s balls were smacking against the plug in his ass.

Trevor was fucking me like he’d never done before. It was always great, but this time he had a different sort of confidence. Like he knew he was the Alpha in this relationship and he was showing it off. There was obviously no disagreement on my part, as I welcomed every single thrust with a loud, accordant moan.

Poor Petey was sniveling quite a bit beneath me, though. So I wanted him to feel included.

“Hold on..” I told Trevor. Sliding him out of me, standing, and pulling Peter’s pampers up over his reddened cheeks. “Turn over!” I told him.

Peter looked perturbed, but didn’t argue as he flipped over on the coffee table and laid on his back and his cuffed arms.

I removed his paci and straddled his face. Letting him feel the juices raining off of me. “Lick!” I ordered, not caring whether he licked my ass or pussy, though he gratefully licked both as if he were just happy to be included.

Trevor got behind me, bending me over so that I was in the 69 position over Peter, not that any of that would be happening even if his Pampers weren’t in the way.

Peter was still licking my clit as Trevor pressed into my pussy. That amount of pleasure was almost too much for me to handle, but I managed. I felt Peter squirming as Trevor’s balls rested on his face. Trevor and I both laughed at his predicament, but it didn’t kill the mood. If anything, it only heightened it. Trevor was taking such a delight in rubbing it in Peter’s face…literally.

“You always thought you were better than me,” Trevor taunted Peter, then he shoved his dick into me, making me moan, “how’d that work out?”

Trevor seemed harder than usual as he fucked me with more vigorous strokes. Like he was proud to be in the Alpha position, and was establishing his dominance over the beta beneath him. Obviously I was pleased with this. Having a big, strong man fuck my brains out while my loser of a husband licked from below was putting me in a spin of euphoria. I giggled down at Peter’s pampers beneath me. Tickling the front and feeling the outlines of his penis prison. His squirming from underneath told me my teasing was working.

Suddenly Trevor slipped out. I waited eagerly for him to slip it back in but it never came. When I looked back, he was smiling down at himself. Actually, he was smiling down at Peter, who was struggling to handle the dick Trevor was shoving in his mouth. “Taste your wife’s juices, bitch! Don’t you use any fucking teeth or i’ll make you get all of them removed. Then you’ll really look like a pathetic little baby!”

Oh my god it was so fucking hot to watch him take control. And making Peter suck his dick? Unnnghh that was just icing on the cake. I was writhing on top of Peter. Needing to feel Trevor in me again. Finally, I heard Trevor withdraw his cock with a plop and pressed it into me again. Banging his hips into mine.

“Holy fuck i’m gonna cum!!” I groaned, feeling it rising up inside me almost immediately as he reentered. My legs quaked, squeezing around Peter’s head. It started at my toes, crescendoing through me like a symphony building to the climax. Like pressure building in a volcano.

Then it erupted.

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When I finally regained my senses, my legs were soaked.

“What happened?” I asked, feeling like I just blacked out.

“You squirted,” Trevor chuckled, “all over his face.”

I flushed in embarrassment. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” Trevor reassured, as if there were anything to be ashamed of, “at least he can’t deny you enjoyed it!”

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Peter was on the floor pretending to play with his rattles. His plug was still in, so he raised his bum off the floor as much as he could. Trevor was getting ready for his 6pm shift. He straightened up his shirt, his hair still disheveled from earlier.

“Well I'm off to work,” he told me, giving me a hug and a long, sensual kiss.

I smiled up at him afterwards, then down at Peter. “Say bye to Daddy, sweetums!”

Peter looked up with that big stupid paci in his mouth. Eyeing us back and forth, face still glistening from my juices before. “Bye..Daddy…” he whimpered.

“Bye loser! Don’t go sticking any of those toys in your butt while I'm gone!” Trevor mocked. We both laughed.

“Do you think you could pick him up from Daycare tomorrow?” I asked, tracing a line along the abs poking through his shirt. “I was hoping to have a spa day.”

Trevor looked a little hesitant, then smiled. “Of course. I can keep an eye on the little guy until you get back.”

“Thanks! I’ll be sure to make it up to you!” I promised with a wink, then nodded over at Peter, “We both will.”

To Be Continued

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I own you, sissy. I own you; I own your little, caged clitty; I own those perky, little tits the surgeons gave you; and I own this cute, diapered patootie. You’re mine now, missy, and it’ll always be this way.

Wayward and petulant men like yourself don’t deserve freedom, now do they, sweetie? No, they deserve strict mommies who keep them on strict regiments and give out even stricter punishments. If you’re not going to behave like a well-mannered, young man; then it’s up to me to transform you into a prim and proper, little girl.

Plus, it’s absolutely adorable to see you stripped of all your autonomy. I mean look at yourself, baby. I have the same control over you that I would have over a Barbie doll! Given, at least Barbies don’t wear diapers.

Maybe in a couple of years when I allow you to regain your potty training we can let you wear some more mature clothing that a Barbie would wear. You would look so pretty in a hot pink blouse, and if you’re a really, good girl maybe we’ll let you wear some lingerie as well! But for the foreseeable future I think it’s only gonna be tutus, onesies, and diapers for you.

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Have you ever wondered why some men have to be so obnoxious? Why is it that as soon as they hit puberty, they start to become arrogant assholes, expecting women to serve them, feed them, pleasure them, do everything for them? Isn’t there some way to remind them that they’re not the lords of creation they seem to think they are?

Well, look no further than Miss Molly’s Male Correction and Reeducation Center! Here at the Center we take on any number of cases of arrogant, ignorant, and abusive men and reshape them into better and more considerate individuals. Through our exclusive training procedures, we can virtually guarantee that any individual, no matter how far gone, can be saved. Don’t worry, it’s not magic - it’s psychology! All we do is take them back to an earlier period, when their mind was more open and humble, and let them explore what it might be to be female… It’s simple, but startlingly effective!

What sort of scenarios might we be able to help with? Well, let’s explore them, shall we? Maybe you have a boyfriend who constantly insists on mansplaining; no matter what the topic, he thinks he knows better than any female, and he makes sure every woman in his life knows it, too. So why not bring him here and let us teach him how it feels to be “womansplained”for a change? We’ll explain to him how he’ll only be allowed frilly female clothes; we’ll explain what the uses of diapers and bottles are, and that he will have to use them from now on; we’ll explain that naughty babies aren’t allowed to talk back, and that that’s why Mommies make them use their pacifiers. Through this forced regression and the repetitions of rewards and punishments, he will finally learn that Mommy - that will be you - actually does know best.

Or how about the guy who thinks you exist only to serve and please him? Oh, this one’s very common! No worries; we’ve perfected a host of different techniques to completely erase this mentality. You’ll be able to watch and even participate, if you like, as we remove his capabilities for pleasure through our comprehensive lineup of chastity devices, locking mittens, cuffs, and - our favorite tool of all - diapers. You’ll watch his entitlement shrink along with his dick as we deny him every hint of pleasure and train him only to pleasure women instead. You’ll witness his tears of frustration as he sees and feels women orgasming over and over from his submissive oral ministrations. And you’ll see his spirit finally break as he learns his lesson: that only with the consent of the women in his life will he ever again be sexually fulfilled…

What about the guy who’s aggressively, distastefully masculine? Operating on the premise that this is simply because he’s scared stiff of exploring his feminine side, we will immerse him in the femininity he dreads so much. Off go the shirts and jeans; on come the pink frills, the sissy diapers, the party dresses and petticoats, the butt plugs and bonnets and booties that scream to the world that he is becoming a true sissy. We’ll even add a few rounds of hypnotic training to confuse and reeducate him. You’ll be able to watch as his struggling mind finally gives in, melting into the femininity we’re instilling, turning your macho dude into the prissiest little miss you ever saw. Who knows? Afterwards you just might decide you want to keep him that way!

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Mommy Knows Best, Pt. 4 - Denise the Babysitter

“I'm not a sissy! I'm not a sissy!” Johnny wailed bitterly as he stamped his feet and shook his fists in frustration.

He was standing before his new babysitter, Denise and her beautiful friend, Heather, but his heavy, pee-soaked diapers were starting to sag from a long afternoon of multiple wettings. Fortunately, his shiny nursery print plastic panties were doing a fabulous job of retaining his incontinence as well as completing his look of a petulant toddler. Holding in one hand, a half-filled baby bottle of warm milk, the poor sissy was working himself up into an infantile tantrum of epic proportions; he was tired of being pushed around, told what to do, and having every aspect of his life controlled by his wife and his babysitter, Denise.

It didn't help matters that over the last three months, he'd managed to totally lose control over his wetting. That had been the inevitable result of being forced to wear diapers and plastic panties 24/7, and nowadays, the only indication he got that he had to pee was when he would suddenly feel the soft, fluffy cloth between his legs growing wet and warm, spreading quickly to his seat where the thick cotton layers soon absorbed the flood of his pee. It was when this happened (and it happened every day now) that Johnny realized that despite his best efforts, he could no longer do without his babyish diapers.

Perhaps equally frustrating, was the fact that he hadn't had a single erection—never mind an orgasm, in the three months since his mother-in-law had locked his tiny penis into a secure steel chastity device. This left him in a constant state of edgy horniness, with no means whatsoever to satisfy himself. No matter how much or how long he rubbed the soft, pillowy front of his diapers, he could never achieve any kind of release and the effort only made him more frustrated and horny than before.

This situation was made vastly more difficult after Denise began babysitting him. For unlike his mother-in-law, Helen, Denise was drop dead gorgeous and had the body of an angel. The first day she had come over, Johnny was so intimidated by her that he promptly flooded his diapers like a helpless toddler—an act that only solidified his new babysitter's opinion that he was nothing but a simpering sissy who clearly couldn't do without his babyish diapers. Ever since that day, Denise treated him like the big baby he had been acting like; setting his nap times, determining when he would get his diapers changed, what TV he was allowed to watch, and what food he would eat. And the slightest resistance or defiance on Johnny's part, resulted in his diapers being taken down as Denise yanked him over her lap to have his bottom soundly paddled.

But while Johnny quickly learned who wore the pants in the house and who made the rules, he nevertheless found her presence to be one of agonizing frustration. Perhaps knowing that Johnny's tiny little package was safely locked away and inaccessible to him, she thought nothing of wearing skimpy clothing that showcased her big, magnificent breasts, knowing that there was absolutely nothing her charge could do about it. Her low cut, thin tops and short shorts left Johnny in a perpetual state of anxious frenzy as his little nub flexed and throbbed in unrequited tension.

Denise and Heather continued to watch him with amusement, as Johnny shook his fists and stamped his feet in helpless resentment over his situation—a situation that was entirely of his own doing, and which had started with his childish bedwetting habit. Now the sissy was living the life of an overgrown toddler, who could no more be without his diapers and rubber panties than a fish could be without water.

And with his cropped diaper shirt, with its childish Barney logo, his lacy anklets and shiny black Mary Janes, he looked like any diapered toddler having a hissy fit.

Denise waited patiently, her slim arms crossed over her imposing bosom, knowing that she held all the cards. Today, she was wearing a black bustier and a heart shaped necklace with her fabulous long brunette hair flowing over her shoulders.

“All done?” she finally snapped, “Because it's time for you to get a nice, soapy enema. And you can either do that with—or without, a hot stinging bottom.”

Johnny hated his enemas. They were humiliating and emasculating, to say nothing of the discomfort they caused but Denise had insisted on them every morning to prevent any possibility of him messing his diapers.

“I'm fine with changing your wet diapers,” she had told him on her first visit, “but I draw the line at messy ones.”

Realizing he was perilously close to getting a good, hard spanking, Johnny knew he was defeated. As usual, he knew he had no choice but to submit to her superior will.

Abruptly yanking him by his wrist, Denise pulled him over to the side of her lap where she began tugging the clinging plastic panties off his heavy, wet diapers.

“Just look at you,” she scolded him, “Absolutely soaked again. What would your mother say if she could see you now?”

Johnny couldn't bear to return her hard stare as he gazed down at her firm, smooth thighs instead. His cheeks blazed with humiliation as Heather watched him being pulled over Denise's lap like a little child, the fat seat of his diapers darkened with pee.

By now, Denise was used to the feel of his clammy warm diapers against the top of her thighs, which was also why she wore such short shorts. Efficiently unpinning the cloth, she pushed it back between his thighs to expose his bottom as Johnny whimpered helplessly, studiously avoiding Heather's smiling, insistent gaze.

Although by now, Johnny had experienced this demeaning ritual many times, he was still caught off guard when he suddenly felt Denise's greased finger slip inside of his puckering rosebud. He squealed with surprise and squirmed on her lap, dreading what was coming next--the insertion of the fat, imposing dildo nozzle that she used for every enema.

“Spread your legs,” she instructed him firmly as she coated the massive end of the flexible nozzle, “That's a good baby...just relax—you know it will go in easier if you just submit.”

Indeed Johnny did know, he knew from experience that when he resisted and clenched his butt muscles together, the head of the faux cock could be very painful when it finally pushed past his sphincter. But at the same time, it just felt so shameful to meekly and willingly submit to her bossy will.

Johnny squirmed on her lap in nervous anticipation but in the end, he knew there was no getting around it. As he felt the fat, slippery blunt end of the dildo pressing against his hole, he took a deep breath and tried to relax himself. And then, with a suddenness he wasn't prepared for, the titanic nozzle abruptly pushed inside, causing Johnny to squeal loudly like a little girl.

“Ohh!” he cried, flailing his arms before him.

Heather giggled as the emasculated sissy gasped and tried to adjust to the feeling of the gargantuan dildo stretching his boi pussy to the limit. Denise smiled and twirled the nozzle, pulling it out a few inches before slowly pushing it back in until it bottomed out again. Johnny moaned helplessly, bunching his fists as Denise teased him with the big, slippery cock.

“Feel that, sissy?” she taunted him, “That's what your wife feels when she's in bed with a real man.”

Johnny blushed hotly and bit his lip as he glanced up to see Heather smiling down at him with smug superiority. To be sure, his tiny little penis had never had this kind of impact on Alyssa, or any woman, for that matter. He could still recall with deep shame, when she had asked him on their wedding night 'is it in yet?'.

“That's nice and thick, isn't it? Now you're starting to get a taste of what she gets all the time now—her boyfriend's big, hard cock...filling her in ways you never could,” she continued.

Johnny knew he was totally inadequate, both as a man and a lover but her words still stung him to the core.

“And that's why your mommy decided to lock up your little baby clittie—to make sure you can never have another orgasm again. You've never given her one, so it's only appropriate that you should be denied the pleasure.”

She emphasized her point by ramming the dildo in as far as it would go, making Johnny squeal loudly again as he waved his hands in the air.

“You're a big sissy bedwetter who needs his diapers like a baby—don't you sissy?” she prodded him.

“Y-yes ma'am,” Johnny whimpered.

“Yes ma'am, what?” she demanded.

“Yes ma'am—I'm a-a sissy b-bedwetter who needs his diapers like a baby,” Johnny bleated.

Denise rewarded his submissive admission by opening the clip on the long white tube that led up to the bulging red rubber enema bag. Instantly, a strong, irresistible flood of warm, soapy water began to flow unimpeded, deep into Johnny's bowels.

He moaned helplessly, unable to prevent the punishing purge.

“You're a sissy, and sissies need daily enemas,” Denise explained before shutting the clip closed.

Johnny gasped and whimpered, feeling the soapy water gurgle deeper inside him.

“Say it,” she ordered him.

“I-I-I'm a sissy and sissies need daily enemas,” he replied weakly.

She opened up the clip and Heather shook her head as she watched him moan from the forceful flow of soapy water invading his bowels. Of course, she had witnessed this ritual numerous times, but each time she saw it, she marveled at how weak and submissive this sissy was. Other than kick his legs a bit and squirm on her lap, Johnny took his punishment with hardly a quibble. Of course, he also knew how close the paddle was and how quick Denise was to use it on his tender, bare bottom. Oh yes, Johnny knew to toe the line or his bottom would pay for it.

“I know these enemas are uncomfortable, Johnny. But they really are for your own good. Although at the moment, I imagine you're hyper focused on the flow of soapy water going into you, this dildo is also doing a wonderful job of milking all your useless sissy cream from your straining, blue balls. You'll see when we're done and after you've taken every single drop, I'll show you the goo you're leaking into the front of your pampers.”

This was of little consolation to the helpless sissy and he moaned like a child.

Working the clip judiciously, Denise patiently fed all of the soapy liquid into Johnny's bowels as he whimpered and softly cried over her lap. When she finally slowly pulled the squishy rubber dildo out of his hole, Johnny exhaled a sigh of great relief.

Lifting him gently to his feet, she pointed at the creamy patch of semen that had been left where his chastity device had been pressing against the soggy wet cloth of his diapers.

“See that? Look at how much we milked from you today,” she exclaimed proudly with a smile.

“Run along now—you can go release that, I'll be waiting here when you're done to get you changed for your nap.”

Johnny waddled gingerly down the hall, the two quarts of soapy water sloshing around inside him and he was desperate not to let any leak before he was able to relieve himself in the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Denise busied herself in the nursery, putting his sopping wet diapers in a large rubber tub and humming to herself as she prepared a fresh set for him.

By now, the spare room Alyssa had converted into Johnny's nursery had come a long ways. One of her new boyfriends was a contractor and he had been instrumental in building everything they needed; a large white and pink crib, a highchair, playpen, a raised changing table, complete with stacks of diapers and plastic panties, and the walls had been painted a two-tone scheme of matching pink and white. Alyssa and Helen had filled the closet with a wide assortment of sissy dresses, onesies, romper suits and other babyish outfits. Long gone, were any of Johnny's previous adult clothes.

When Johnny sheepishly returned to the room, he made a silly attempt to hide his little caged package from Heather with his hands. Needless to say, as Denise sat him on the changing table, she slapped his hands away to prepare him for his naptime diapers. Taking a baby bottle of warm milk, she pushed it into Johnny's mouth and ordered him to nurse from it while she lifted his ankles high over his head and smeared Desitin across his pale cheeks.

“Mommy's little bedwetter certainly needs his diapers and rubber panties, doesn't he?” she remarked caustically.

Not sure if she meant it rhetorically, Johnny nodded his head and murmured something from behind his bottle.

“You're just like my two year-old nephew, who hasn't graduated out of his diapers yet,” Denise added.

“Looks like some little boys never seem to outgrow their pampers, hmm, Johnny?” Heather added with a smile.

Johnny was deeply ashamed of his need for the childish underwear and he looked away in abject humiliation as Denise lowered his legs and powdered him generously over his cage and around his tiny, hairless sack.

“Don't worry baby,” Denise said with her gorgeous smile, “This is right where you belong; being pinned into your sissy diapers and rubber panties. It's what all baby bedwetters wear in their cribs.”

Johnny's cheeks reddened and he nursed urgently from his bottle as Denise pinned the sides of his diapers around his hips and pulled a pink pair of shiny rubber panties over his Mary Janes and up his smooth legs.

“There you are,” she said brightly, “Mommy's little baby is all ready for naptime!”

Using her long, perfectly manicured nails to position the elastic waistband around the bulky cloth of his diapers, Denise worked it until all the fluffy soft cotton was contained inside and there was minimal chance of leaking. Removing his Mary Janes, she led him over to his crib and tucked him in, giving him his teddy bear and replacing the empty baby bottle with his cock pacifier.

“Sweet dreams, sissy,” she said with a pat on his head.

Sometime after Johnny drifted off to sleep, two things happened. First, the floodgates opened and he freely wet his diapers, soaking them both in front and all the way up the seat to the waistband. Actually, this was hardly remarkable, since, due to the design of his chastity device, he tended to wet himself more like a girl than a boy; the cage tended to direct the flow of his pee into the thick, absorbent seat of his diapers, although usually by an hour later, his entire diaper would often be completely soaked anyway.

The second thing that happened was the vivid dream Johnny experienced. Since being prevented from having any orgasms, the frustrated sissy tended to have strongly sexually oriented dreams, often featuring his busty babysitter, Denise. However, this afternoon, to his surprise, he found himself savoring the massive shaft of his wife's boyfriend as it plunged deeply into his mouth while the hunky, muscular man held his head firmly in his hands. Guiding his mouth for a slow, deliberate rhythm, Johnny's tongue slide enthusiastically under the gigantic mushroom head of the man's cock, slurping and slobbering as it pistoned in and out. Occasionally, the man's huge sack and balls would slap against Johnny's chin as he rammed his fat cock all the way into his throat. Johnny couldn't help but gag but he did his best to keep his tongue flowing and caressing the man's monster cock.

After several minutes, his jaw was rapidly becoming sore from trying to accommodate the slippery, meaty leviathan pumping in and out of his mouth. Attacking it with renewed vigor, Johnny sucked harder until the man's cock stopped briefly, quivering in anticipation of an earth-shaking orgasm. With a roar, he jammed it all the way into Johnny's mouth and blasted a thick stream of creamy semen down his throat.

Swallowing repeatedly and desperately, Johnny struggled to keep up with the sticky loads being ejaculated into his mouth. He gagged, but gulped it down just as another creamy rope of cum filled his mouth.

“Time to wake up, Sissykins!” a disconnected voice filled his head.

Blinking his eyes open, Johnny looked up into the beautiful smiling face of Denise who was lowering the rail of his crib. He blushed at the still vivid memory of his intense cocksucking dream, feeling both ashamed but ravenously horny too. As Denise led him out of his crib, a secret, guilty part of him wondered if he would ever get to realize his dream.

As his pretty babysitter began going about the task of changing his wet diapers, Johnny could hear other voices in the house and he wondered who else was there. Nevertheless, he was occupied with another baby bottle of warm milk as his wet diapers were removed, he was cleaned up, and a fresh set were soon being pinned on. Denise followed up with a white pair of nursery print plastic panties and a playful pink and white dress with a rocking horse motif on the bodice.

Sitting him up on the edge of his crib mattress, Denise buckled his shiny black Mary Janes and stood up over him.

“There,” she said with satisfaction, “Alyssa's boyfriend is over and she wants to make sure you are dressed in one of your outfits that makes it clear you're not a threat. And I think with that cock pacifier of yours, this outfit makes that quite clear,” she chuckled.

Johnny blushed beet red at her humiliating appraisal. It was bad enough that his wife was openly seeing other men but for him to get paraded out in front of him dressed like this? This would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was no longer a man, but a simpering, cuckolded, bedwetting sissy baby, complete with a dress and diapers. It was more than Johnny could bear.

Standing up, Johnny's earlier bluster returned with a vengeance and his cheeks flushed with anger.

“No! I won't do it!” he barked.

“What did you just say?” Denise said evenly, her arms crossing over her chest in a look of stern countenance.

“I won't do it!” Johnny snapped, although his voice quavered slightly as he began to consider the gravity of what he was doing.

“Little boy—you've just earned yourself a trip over my lap,” she snarled as she strode over to the dresser and snatched up the wooden Spencer paddle hanging on the wall.

Johnny quivered in place and his fight or flight mechanism screamed that it was time for the latter. Unfortunately, before he could make good on his escape, Denise firmly grabbed his wrist and positioned him next to her as she took a seat on the edge of the crib where Johnny had just previously been sitting. Stamping his feet in fear and frustration, Johnny's mouth went dry and a hot stream of panic-induced pee suddenly flooded into his fresh diapers. Denise angrily yanked his nursery print plastic panties down past his knees and tossed him bodily over her lap.

“No!! Stop it!” he cried, “Stop it!!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Johnny could see the door to the nursery was wide open and he knew the sound of his impending spanking would soon carry throughout the house.

“Let me go!” he wailed desperately as he struggled to get up but Denise was far stronger and she easily held him in place as she unpinned his warm, wet diapers.

As Johnny's bare bottom was exposed to the cool nursery air, it twitched nervously just as the paddle smacked him hard with a blistering impact and seared itself across both cheeks. Johnny shrieked in pain and wildly kicked his feet just as the paddle landed again and again. Bursting into tears, he cried like a baby as Denise fiercely peppered his rosy buns with the hard, unforgiving paddle. As the tears streamed down his face, Johnny caught sight of Alyssa and a large man standing in the doorway. He bitterly slapped the floor in vain as Denise delivered harsh, punishing swats to his dancing bottom. Wailing at the top of his lungs, Johnny was completely unable to escape the steady assault as his naughty cheeks were swiftly turned to an angry shade of dark red.

By now, Alyssa and her boyfriend had come into the nursery and were now standing over him as Johnny's humiliating spanking continued. Whatever shred of dignity he might have possessed was now being paddled out of him. He really did look like a child as he sobbed and kicked, unable to prevent his strict babysitter from giving him the punishment he so richly deserved. The blistering swats of the paddle filled the room, adding to the loud, anguished wailing coming from Johnny.

With the center of his cheeks now a fire-engine red, Denise turned her attention to the still pink sides, delivered deep, harsh swats that brought fresh sets of tears to the crying sissy.

Finally, the terrible punishment was over, and Johnny sobbed uncontrollably as Denise pulled his thick, wet diapers up and re-pinned them around his hips. His legs were far too wobbly to support his weight by himself and Denise gently raised him to a standing position as she pulled his humiliating nursery print plastic panties back in place.

Alyssa's boyfriend grinned down at him, happy to see his new girlfriend's husband put in his proper place. Stepping forward, he took Johnny's cock pacifier and pushed it into his crying mouth.

“There you go, sissy boi, that cock should make you feel better,” he chuckled.

Johnny's bottom blazed like an inferno and the stinging was viciously painful inside his clammy diapers as he stamped his feet in place. He tried desperately to get his crying under control but he was helpless and unable to stop the tears still pouring down his face.

Realizing he had only managed to make himself look even more childish by trying to stand up to his babysitter, he sobbed miserably as Alyssa looked down at him and shook her head.

“Denise, I'm taking away his TV watching privileges tonight,” Alyssa told her, “And make sure the little sissy gets an early bedtime right after dinner.”

Without warning, Johnny suddenly felt his diapers getting re-warmed as a new stream of pee quickly saturated the thick cotton cloth. He'd never felt so childish in his entire life and a part of him recognized that he truly deserved every bit of the sissy lifestyle that was now his daily lot.

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"Get moving, sissy! You know how this goes. We're gonna put that little mouth of yours to work today. Now get under my desk and get ready for sucky sucky while I pull up some porn. Don't make me kick you in the plug again! Maybe later I'll let you give me a blumpkin!"

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Jesse knew he should have found a new apartment complex after he and Lauren broke up, few would advise staying in the same building as your ex, but the place was affordable and it was so close to work.

Luckily, he’d managed to avoid bumping into her despite several months of living in the same area. But sure enough, at quite possibly the worst time, he was waddling up the stairs the same time Lauren was heading down them.

“Uh…hi Lauren,” Jesse said awkwardly.

“Hello skidmark.” Lauren said ruthfully, her voice still dripping with disdain. “I heard you got a new girlfriend, what’s her name?”

“M-Melanie” Jesse stammered.

“Melanie…that’s right.” Lauren sighed, even though she’d stalked his Facebook long before. “Does she know about your little…interest?”

Jesse eyed side to side like he didn’t know what she was referring to, so Lauren clarified. “How you like to be, shall we say, ‘pampered’?”

He immediately flushed, becoming visibly uncomfortable, like he was hiding something.

“Oh my god!” Lauren gasped. “You’re wearing one right now, aren’t you?!”

Jesse continued to stammer, to try and deny it, but before he could, Lauren leaned over and jerked his pants down. As she suspected, Jesse had a big, pink diaper between his legs, and it was absolutely soaked.

“Oh my godd you are such a fucking LOSER!” she bellowed, wondering why she ever put up with him for so long. “Does she know?? She doesn’t, does she? You were taking a little stroll in your puffy pamper and hoping to get back in time to change before she got home weren’t you?? You used to do that shit all the time with me too!” Lauren continued to berate him while Jesse squirmed, beet red.

“I’m not gonna let you get away with this. I’m not going to let this poor girl put up with your tiny, pathetic penis for so long, only to find out you prefer stuffing inside of a pissy pamper instead of a wet pussy!”

He tried to blubber something, but she wouldn’t hear it. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up! You know what we’re gonna do? You’re going to stand over there in the corner with your pants down and your pretty pink pamper on display! And we’re going to sit here and wait for little Melanie to come traipsing up the stairs!”

“N-no!” Jesse finally said, finding his voice. But Lauren wasn’t having it. She grabbed his ear, twisted, and yanked him over to the corner.

“Don’t act like you’re not fucking loving this!” She hissed into his ear. “I bet you’re hard as a rock right now, aren’t you?!”

She didn’t even wait for his answer, she reached around and peeked into his diaper, bursting with laughter.

“Hahaha!! I don’t think I've ever seen you so stiff! I didn’t think your wittle guy could get that big! Now how long until Melanie gets here??”

“Th-th-th-thirty minutes…” Jesse blubbered pathetically, tears streaming down his face.

“Good.” Lauren said, pulling out her phone. “That leaves plenty of opportunity for picture time! I’ve got to show all my friends and family what a pathetic, pampered pansy I used to date!”

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Chapter 1

I pulled the Range Rover up to the roundabout behind the line of cars. I put the car in park and pulled out my phone while I waited. It was 3:10, they wouldn’t let out for another 5 minutes.

I already had a text from Trevor: That was fun. You wear me OUT, girl! I’ve never met someone that could squirt like that!

I smiled and typed back: I never knew I could do that! Never had a dick as big as yours! You know how to push alll my buttons :)

I checked my hair in the rearview mirror. It was still disheveled. I pulled it into a tighter bun and wiped off my smudged lipstick.

Same time tomorrow? He sent back.

Hmmm…maybe. I smiled facetiously. If I can find a place to watch my husband ;)

His ‘lol’ let me know he got my joke. For the last two months we’d been doing nothing but making love all day. I was so infatuated with him, I couldn’t get enough of him and his cock. He worked the night shift, so it was hard to find time for us at first. Until my friend Erica told me about this special little place…

You couldn’t see anything through the windows of the building. It was all decorated with cartoon bears and balloons and other cutesy stuff. The D.R.E.A.M.S Daycare sign was so bright it could be seen day or night. I can’t remember what it stands for, something like Diaper Rehabilitation Enrichment (Enhancement? Entertainment?) And Male Supervision or something. Whatever it is, it’s worth every penny.

At 3:15 sharp, the doors parted and a smokin’ hot girl in her early 20’s dressed in scrubs strutted out carrying a walkie talkie. She came to the first car in line and poked her head through the rolled down window. After speaking with the driver she muttered into her radio. Seconds later, the doors opened again and out came another hot young lady walking with a very large, pot-bellied man in a white romper with pink fringe.

Even with my windows up, I could hear his large adult diaper crinkling with every step. He shuffled his feet a bit, as if he were afraid to reach the car waiting for him. His wife looked properly annoyed as she got out of the car and came around. Her expression turned cheerful as she spoke to the lady in scrubs for a couple seconds, then back to stern as she grabbed her husband's ear, twisted, and dragged him to the car kicking and whining. She opened the door and spent several minutes strapping him into his oversized carseat. I could see her berating him through the rear window as she did. When she finally had him secured, she slammed the door, smiled apologetically to those in line behind her, got in on her side, and drove off so the line could move up.

The second one that came out was walking funny in his little pink tutu. Like he had something very large stuck up his butt. But he did have these things over his hands that seemed to restrict his fingers from grasping anything. Like little pink mittens. They even seemed to lock! I thought it would be great for my little one. In no time at all I was able to find them on Amazon and order them for myself before the sissy was loaded into the car. The wonderful thing about women turning more and more men into Adult Babies these days is that all of these sleek new devices are easy to find, purchase, and receive on short notice.

The third one got picked up by a man instead of a woman. He got out and threw his arm around the petrified looking sissy walking out in a short little mini-skirt that did nothing to hide her diaper. The man’s smack on her bottom and the hungry look in his eye told me the sissy would probably be walking funny tomorrow too…

The next one wasn’t even wearing any pink! He came out in a blue onesie with dinosaurs on it! What kind of Mommy would let their husband go out like that?! The absolute gall of some people…

At least the next boy was dressed appropriately. He had on a sundress with a flowery skirt and an adorable matching bow under his stuffed cleavage. He must have been in his early twenties, and it had to be his actual Mother buckling him into the car. A college dropout, no doubt.

Finally, it was my turn. I pulled into the pick-up spot and rolled down the window.

“Hi, who are you here for?” the girl with the radio asked cheerfully.

“Hi! I’m here for Palmer” I told her, and her face immediately dropped.

“As in…Peter Palmer?” she clarified.

“Yes, that’s right. Is everything okay?”

She spoke into the radio, then back to me, “Can you just pull up here to the side for a second Mrs. Palmer? We’ll have your husband right out!”

I felt a little pit rise in my stomach as I put the Range Rover in drive and idled up to the curb. A thousand thoughts were going through my head as to what could be wrong. I checked the door frame of the daycare several times. Nothing.

Well, except for the other diapered adults coming out to get picked up.

After 3 or 4 cars went by behind me, Peter finally stepped out of the double doors. He was wearing a different outfit than the one I put him in this morning. When I dropped him off, he had a cute little pink crop top and white mini-skirt that showed off those ridiculously expensive diapers he had to wear. Now, he was wearing a little sailor outfit. Thankfully, it was still pink, just like his cheeks as he walked out, trailed by Mrs. Olsen, the head Supervisor of the daycare.

“Mrs. Palmer! How are you doing today?” Mrs. Olsen asked when we closed the distance.

“I’m fine,” I said uneasily, “Is everything all right with Peter?”

Peter’s face was flushed, his eyes were on the ground and his hands behind his back as he shifted back and forth guiltily.

“Well...we had a couple issues today.” Mrs. Olsen said with a sideways glance and awkward smile. She let the silence hang for a bit before continuing. “So…he did eat all of his lunch today! Both of the used condoms you sent were added to his peas and bottle.”

She was starting me off with a complement, trying to ease me in. I waited for the inevitable “but…”

“But…” Mrs. Olsen continued, “I guess he was still hungry? So he had a bit of a tantrum, throwing his empty bowl, making a mess, trying to steal from the other AB’s…that sort of thing.”

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed in the exaggerated, motherly way when they are embarrassed by their children misbehaving, “I’m soo sorry!! I will–”

“And then…” Mrs. Olsen continued, “he was kind of getting…handsy…with another sissy baby named Alex.”

I didn’t feign surprise this time, it was all genuine. My eyes went wide as I looked over at Peter, who was avoiding eye contact and shifting back and forth in shame. Like someone that just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“What were they doing exactly?” I asked, concerned.

“Just rubbing the fronts of each others’ diapers. It happens when they get pent up and frustrated. Obviously both of them are caged, so there were no sticky accidents. But we must discourage touching unless they are expressly told to. That being said, we did have to remove Peter’s cage today…”

Now I was furious, what were they doing allowing my husband to have stimulation?? There was a reason I kept that little baby dick of his locked up. If I could keep him from cumming for the rest of my life, I would! I spent too damn long pretending to enjoy his pathetic penis in me, only to find out he was putting it in some other floozy on the side! That cheating bastard got what was coming to him, and an orgasm won’t be ‘cumming’ to him for a VERY long time.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t cum. Well…other than the normal leakage,” Mrs. Olsen explained, “He just had a very messy diaper today, so bad he was leaking into his clothes. That’s why we had to change his outfit! Anyway, we had to remove his cage to give him a proper cleaning.He put up quite the fuss when the cage had to go back on, made quite the scene, but nothing a little restraints and penis paci couldn’t fix.”

I sighed, “That’s a relief! Well…not for him I'm guessing! Haha!” We laughed together, which eased the tension a bit. “Was there anything else?”

Mrs. Olsen’s expression changed again, “Well..during toy time, we caught Peter using…” she searched for the words, “You know those ring stacking toys?”

“Yea…?”

“The ones with the big plastic rings?”

“Yes…”

“Well they have this big yellow rod that the rings go around…”

I waited for her to elaborate, not sure where she was going with this.

“We caught him…well he was…putting that where the…sun doesn't shine.”

Peter had to turn around to avoid my expression. I thought he was going to start crying right then and there from humiliation. I turned him around, making him face me. Still trying to avoid my fierce gaze. But I wanted him to admit it. I wanted him to voice what he did.

“Petey…where did you put it, dear? Where did you put the big yellow stick?”

He cringed and winced at the thought of having to say it out loud. He looked back and forth from me to Mrs. Olsen, knowing there was no way out of it, he would just dig himself a further hole by denying it.

“I…I put it in my b-bum bum Mommy…” His voice sounded so small. So fucking patthetic. I can’t believe I ever married him.

“Again, he was probably frustrated from so little sexual stimulation.” Mrs. Olsen spoke up, almost defending him. Like it was normal for a grown man to shove stuff up his ass when he got too sexually frustrated.

“He did use some big boy words today though!” Mrs. Olsen announced.

Usually any mother would be happy that their toddler was expanding their vocabulary. But this daycare was all about regression and programming them to be more infantile. So big boy words were a big no no.

“The usual,” Mrs. Olsen explained, “Fuck, Bitch, Pussy, Toilet, etc. So he did get a mouth soaping, spankings, and corner time for his behavior.”

Peter wiped his mouth, drooling more than usual, I guess he still had the residual soap taste on his tongue.

I’ve never been more embarrassed or ashamed of my own husband. “Well, I’m really sorry about his behavior today, Mrs. Olsen. I will certainly have a talk with him and he will absolutely be punished when he gets home!”

Mrs. Olsen nodded, “It happens. Men his age tend to be very reluctant about their proper place in this world. It’s going to take a lot of discipline on both sides to weed those silly thoughts out of him. If you don’t mind my asking, does he have a…father figure at home?”

I smirked at that as Peter shrivelled up on himself. “Not…at home. I actually just came from his house. He and Peter haven’t really met yet.”

Mrs. Olsen smiled knowingly, “I understand. But if I may make a suggestion: perhaps it’s time the two of them met? Most of our AB’s in the daycare are quite resistant to our methods at first. But it’s not until a proper Alpha is brought into their life that they truly begin to understand their place. I don’t mean to rush you, it’s just something to keep in mind.”

I laughed at Peter’s reaction to this suggestion and to the thought of how he would behave in front of a real man like Trevor. Wriggling around in his diapers and lisping like the little pansy he is. “Thank you, Mrs. Olsen! Again, I’m very sorry about Peter’s behavior! It won’t happen again. Will it, Petey?”

Peter shook his head, whimpering. “No ma’am. Sowwy Missus Olsen!”

Mrs. Olsen laughed, patting Peter on the diapered bum like he was just a child that couldn’t possibly know any better. “Don’t forget! We have our Field Trip this Friday! We’re going to the State Penitentiary so that the AB’s can…entertain…the inmates!”

“He’ll be there!” I grinned, “Petey’s been practicing his oral skills on my strapon! Haven’t you Petey??”

Peter winced again, probably embarrassed at how enthusiastic he tends to get (he’s still dumb enough to think that if he does a good job I’ll let him cum).

“And he practiced his anal skills today! So he should be our top performer!” Mrs. Olsen chuckled.

After we said our goodbyes, I grabbed Peter by the ear, yanking him all the way to the car. I didn’t want him to think that just because I was laughing with Mrs. Olsen that I’d forgotten about his poor report.

“I-i’m sowwy, Mommy!!” Peter sniffled as I pushed him into the carseat and started strapping him up, “I can expwain!!”

“SHUT IT!” I barked, cutting him off and making him cower in fear. “Do you have any idea how much you just embarrassed me today? Have I not been strict enough to you? Have I not paddled you enough each day? Have I not deprived you of cumming for long enough??”

“No!! It’s not that!! I–”

“QUIET!” I smacked him across his tear-stained cheek, pulling out a penis paci from my purse and jamming it between his blubbering lips.

“As soon as we get home, you are going to put in the biggest buttplug we have and I am going to paddle your ass until you can’t fucking sit anymore. And to think you were going to get to cum this week!” He wasn’t, but it’s nice to make him think that. Apparently it worked, because he really started bawling at that point. I pulled the strap of the carseat between his legs and cinched it tight. Pressing the hard metal cage tight against his pelvic bone until he whimpered. “Maybe I’m not spanking you hard enough. Maybe I just don’t have enough of a dominating presence…” I mused, watching Peter’s eyes get wide around his paci. Like he knew where this was going.

“Maybe it’s time you met your new Daddy!” I exclaimed, and listened to him cry the whole way home.

To Be Continued...

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