pantiesandpamperssissypart2

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A Saturday night. Wife is out of town. Two buddies text and ask if I want to meet them for drinks. I say no, I'm not feeling very good.

I actually feel fine, physically anyway.

But it's been five days since I've cum. I have a chance to go buy diapers and some sissy shirts and plan a fun night. Boy oh boy!

So I tape myself into my Pampers, put on a sissy diaper hypno video and hump a pillow until I cum into my diapers. This isn't normal, I realize that. This is not the life I dreamed of decades ago. People in my life think I'm normal and have a normal marriage and normal sexual relations and have no idea I'm a virgin who only cums in diapers or panties, usually while watching some type of sissy porn.

I'm almost 50. At this point there's no hope for a cure for this. I realize that. I'm cursed to a lifetime of diaper sissy porn and cummies and humiliation. At age 70 I'll probably be doing the same thing, if I can still get my 1-inch clit hard.

In the meantime, here I am: A diaper sissy in full, humping to the sounds of hypno, a pathetic excuse of a man, but perhaps an inspiration to my fellow Pampers pansies.

Sigh.

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Tony knew that doing this would sentence himself to a pussy-free, diaper-dependent existence during his college years. Those were the stakes. That's what he was proposing in his perverted little head.

Yet after he came up with the devious plan in June he couldn't stop thinking about it for three months. Finally the big day: First day of college. He didn't know his roommate but did know it was a co-ed dorm. Perfect. He knew he had to do it the first night. He couldn't have his roommate seeing him go to the bathroom to piss or take a shit. It had to be established right away that he was a diaper wearer.

So, once he'd been moved in and his parents said goodbye, he politely declined his roomie's invitation to go out to eat with some girls and guys from their floor. "I actually have a headache and am just going to rest a bit," Tony said.

That was at 6. His roommate left. At 6:15 Tony left too, driving to a pharmacy to pick up some adult diapers. By 6:35 he was taped into one and laying on his dorm bed. He turned toward the wall so his back was visible to whoever walked in. He pretended to sleep, having no idea when his roommate would return.

Finally at 8:15 he heard the door jostling, he heard voices. He started doing some fake snoring to really sell that he was out. He heard...multiple people come in. His roommate's voice. And a girl's voice. Oh god. But it was too late do do anything. He kept up the fake snoring.

Then, silence, as he knew the pair were taking in the sight. Then giggles. Whispers. Snickering. Then the girl talking. "Dude, it's a fucking diaper. What the fuck? You're rooming with a bedwetter? Or is he incontinent? Or a freak? I've heard about freaks like this."

The roommate, also snickering, "No, no. It's probably like a disease or something, stop it."

More laughing. Then they exited. He kept up his fake snoring. Mission complete. He rubbed one off in his Pampers and that's when reality hit him.

His roommate and the girl were now telling everyone on their floor what they saw. Everyone in the dorm would know soon enough and then it'd spread to other dorms, the story of the frosh knocked out and his diaper exposed. No girl would want anything to do with him, fearing he might shit his Pampers on their first date. And later that night when his roommate returned and confronted Tony about what he saw, "Dude, so, me and Amy when we came in saw, um, you know..." Tony would have to say he was incontinent, had been for years. No cure. Yes, he wore diapers. Otherwise the alternative was admitting he was a diaper-wearing sicko and then he might well get tossed out of school, no matter how progressive it was. So then the roomie would assure everyone that, no, Tony wasn't sick in the head, just sick in the bowels and bladder. "Apparently he needs the diapers."

And that would be that. Everyone would know. And when his parents visited guess what? He was going to have to be diapered, or everyone would know he faked it. So now he'd have to conjure a story for them. He had effectively put himself in diaper prison, all for a quick cummie in his Pampers.

It was pathetic, perverted and predictable. Like all sissies.

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"Diaper humiliation I guess is what I just crave more than anything. Within limits of course, like not wanting anyone I know to know."

"Sure, no problem."

That was the exchange that started it and here is where it was ending: With Michael in his diapers, girlie shorts and top, about to be made to go to the hotel front desk to ask for a key to replace his so he could both get back into his room but also use the hotel's fitness center.

"Or, hey, your wife gets all the pics of you in your Pampers, faggot."

Such a stupid sissy. Believing that the domme sissy he communicated with was going to keep his word about limits. He'd been so excited to go out West for business to the city where the domme sissy lived. The sissy came to MIchael's room and gave him a spanking before putting him into his Pampers. But then, as Michael scrolled through his phone the sissy snatched it from him, ran out of Michael's room and into his own on another floor. There he helped himself to all of Michael's contacts.

He returned to Michael's room and told him that now the fun would begin. The diaper humiliation Michael had dared dream of. "You will listen to every fucking word I say or you'll be outed to everyone in this contact list including your wifey." Michael bawled. The sissy had lied to him! Heaven forbid!

First act? The sissy made Michael call housekeeping and request a rubber sheet "as I wet the bed. I have my diapers and sometimes they leak so I need the extra protection." Soon enough a middle-aged Hispanic woman came to the door to put the sheet on. Michael opened the door for her wearing the outfit the sissy had picked out: tight girlie shorts and a pink top. The woman smiled and then snickered as Michael, following orders, went over to the sissy who was sitting on the office chair and climbed atop his lap, where the two watched the woman put the sheet on. The sissy had Michael tip her 50 bucks.

Now the next step. Having to go down to the front desk. "And yes, I know how cute the desk girl is, I saw her too. But stop bawling, god. Listen, if you were an incontinent woman this is how you would go to the fitness center, right? Right. There's nothing wrong with it. You're actually being proactive and taking care of your wetting and messing problem and if anyone gives you a bad time just say you need the Pampers so you don't poop your panties. I'll be following behind a bit to watch and film it all, don't worry."

Michael prepared for this next step. He'd wanted diaper humiliation. He was going to learn what it really meant now.

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Dear Nicole,

Hard to believe it's been 30 years since you were named best senior girl athlete and I was named best senior boy athlete. Man, we were studs and studettes, huh? The envy of everyone.

I just checked your Facebook and see you're on a nice family vacay, taking a deserved break from your job as a nursing supervisor at one of the top hospitals in the country.

This, meanwhile, is how I'm spending my Thursday afternoon. My wife is away so I went to the pharmacy and Target and stocked up on diapers and girlie sissy T-shirts. I then write ridiculous phrases on my diapers and will later make cummies in my Pampers by humping a pillow. As I do this I may or may not be in a messy (poopy) diaper. But I will definitely be oozing out my sissy cream into my toilet, all while sucking on a pink pacifier. I will be fantasizing about being diaper-dependent and serving a dominant woman for my whole life. Or, who knows, I might be fantasizing about being on my knees, bonnet atop my head, messy diapers taped on, as I suck the cock of a dominant daddy who will turn me into a chastised diaper slave for good. Variety is the spice of life and all. Once I've deposited my pathetic and worthless seed into the confines of the crinkly garment, I will probably cry and vow to never do this again. Six hours from now...I'll probably do it again.

By the way, I remain a virgin. Yep the jock who starred in three sports has never been laid. My poor wife, you're saying, and you're right. I hope on her current trip maybe she's hooking up with a guy in the hotel bar, for her sake.

Maybe one day at a reunion we'll play basketball or something. I should of course still dominate you but being I'm utterly submissive to girls in all things I'll probably let you win and step all over me. Ideally I'd be wearing a bib and my diapers while I waddle around the court in front of all our former classmates.

Speaking of them if you want to tell your friends Dawn, Amber, Tricia about what I really am--a pathetic, diaper-wearing faggot--please do. Will be good talking point next time I'm in town.

Okay, bye, I have cummies to go make.

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"Oh SO pretty! So pretty! Look at the little homecoming king. ALL the boys would love to see you, wouldn't they!"

Shane stood there in his diapers, pulled-up nightie and humiliating plastic panties as his sister-in-law Carrie, drunk off her ass, admired the view.

She'd been babysitting him for the weekend, his wife off on a jaunt to wine country with his co-worker Steve. At 7, she'd gotten a call, laughed, said she couldn't leave because she was babysitting but then whoever was on the other end convinced her to come out. He'd been sitting on the floor, playing with his dolls when she walked over, grabbed him by the ear, marched him into his room, threw him into his crib and put the restraints on him.

"Sorry, sissy. A 22-year-old on a Saturday night should not be stuck at home with a Pampers-wearing faggot. Now, if you whisper a word of this to my sister I'll deny it and you will fucking pay in a way you can't even imagine. Hear me?"

All he could do was nod as she buckled up his legs and arms and put the paci gag in his mouth.

Then she left. He stayed awake for hours, then lost track of time as he stared at the mobile above him and listened to the hypno tapes she'd played when she put headphones on him. He drifted off eventually until waking up at...1? 2? Woken up by a drunken, giggling, verbally abusive Carrie. She unlocked his restraints, yanked out his paci gag, pulled off his headphones and...kissed him! On the lips! His own wife hadn't done that in months. Then she laughed. Slapped him, rubbed his caged clitty through his Pampers. "Baby wanna make cummy for auntie?"

Oh god yes. But he knew the punishment if he did and prayed she stopped. She did but then yanked him out.

"Fashion show!" she announced before making him try on all his dresses, nighties and plastic panties, documenting every one with her phone and commenting on the ludicrousness of the entire situation. Calling him a pansy, a faggot, a queer, a loser, pathetic, how could my sister ever fall in love with you, how could you hide this from her, are you happy now, faggot, now that she's cuckolding you? Finally he started crying, the abuse and shameful feelings too much.

"Oh poor baby! Poor baby!"

With that she pulled off her panties and wiped his tears and put them over his nose like a kidnapper chloroforming a victim. They were pungent and that just made her laugh some more.

"God. Never thought I'd have a diaper-wearing fag for a brother-in-law! Lucky me!"

After modeling one more pair of panties she marched him back to the crib. Tied him up. Inserted the gag.

"And, sissy. I invited my girlfriends from the bar to come over. Should be here any minute. So get ready for fashion show number 2."

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Alicia hated men, okay? Did it have to be any deeper than that? She had an asshole for a dad. Asshole first husband. Asshole co-workers who were men. Her sisters married asshole men. Fucking pricks up and down the line, the whole male species.

So, yeah, when she got the chance to utterly destroy, degrade and humiliate one she took full fucking advantage. Wouldn't you?

The idea for diapers came from her days as a nurse's aid in various horrible facilities. She saw the shame of the men who had to wear diapers there, their manhood erased daily as they were taped into their adult Pampers. Most of them were older but what if that was a younger guy? And what if it was a healthy guy? Who suddenly found himself stuck in diapers. Forever? Hmmm.

The feminization idea came from the fact she lived in a small rural town in Georgia where, let's just say, gender roles were pretty well defined still. And the idea of a trannies, well, that tranny was going to be in for a world of humiliation amongst the community. Hmmm.

Then what if you combined those two things? Turned a normal guy into a diaper-wearing tranny? A sissy? A sissy faggot. A sissy faggot who had to wear diapers forever? Now that is how men should be treated!

Of course she couldn't do that to all 4 billion men on the planet and you did need a few men to procreate and keep the human race going so she'd settle on just one man. One man she would ensnare and ruin and humiliate and dominate and take out decades of frustration on.

So who'd be the man? Well how about William Benson, another asshole of a man who'd treated her like shit when they both went to high school 20 years earlier. Sure most boys treated her like shit back then but William was especially cruel, mocking her clothes, hair, family life. It'd left a mark and decades later she finally got even with the help of a cop friend in town. A female cop. Easy enough planting enough coke in William's car to send him away for 25 to life.

Or...William could have another way out. Anything, anything, he said, though when he heard what the anything was he first scoffed, until the cop reminded him of his future, which would also include a techy friend planting some stuff on his computer that would tack, oh, a life sentence onto those 25 years to life from the drug charges.

And that's how William ended up the feminized, incontinent, diaper-dependent sissy maid slave to Alicia. He was a black sheep now, the entire town thinking that he WANTED to be a fucking diapered tranny. And Alicia, such a kindly woman, helping this goddamn freak with his perversions. Hell for the first time in her life a man sexually pleased her. Yep, old Alicia's panties would get soaked when she'd see her diapered slut sucking cock in the shoddy living room in their tiny house. And she'd trained him to be a world-class pussy licker too, all while he wore his miserable shitty Pampers.

He also became quite the servant girl, cooking all the meals, doing all the cleaning, washing all the dishes, all while filling his Pampers.

Alicia sometimes amused herself by thinking of throwing the sissy out. The physical and mental changes he'd undergone meant there was little hope of him ever becoming anything close to normal again. He'd be a wandering, lost, impotent, incontinent, diapered and probably homeless wreck for life.

But as much as she hated men, she kind of liked having diaper slaves around. So, yeah, she'd keep him.

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How does your friend in those recordings feel about diapers?

She thinks they're ridiculous and that it's hilarious a man could get sexual pleasure from them. She doesn't want to see me in them but is fine with me wearing them under my clothes when I meet with her and she shakes her head when she hears crinkling and just says how ludicrous I am. She has also often said that it's only a matter of time until I do something stupid that leads to everyone in my town knowing me as "the diaper man" and that when it happens she says she's going to laugh her ass off.

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Brenda was many things: Kind, thoughtful, funny, wise, but above all, loyal. A huge believer in the sanctity of marriage.

So when her husband Tim came to her six years into their marriage and confessed some ridiculous lifelong love of diapers and being girlie and wanting to be spanked and disciplined, she did not do what most women would do: Divorce his pathetic ass.

No, she took it all in and thought about it, prayed about, discussed it with her mother and sisters. Divorce was out of the question: First, the lord said it was against the law. Or was it Moses who said that? Secondly, as the breadwinner in the family she was not going to divorce him and have to pay some ridiculous alimony to a freelance writer, for god's sake.

She decided to give him what he wanted. On her terms, not his. She'd get something out of it: a maid, a slave, a servant. Not like she'd gotten sex out of it. She could count on her hands the number of times he'd actually managed to fuck her and not go limp and start crying about his inadequacies as a lover.

First the feminization. She was a learner and studious so she boned up on the research and guided him toward his oh-so-feminine future. Body changes, personality changes, hair changes, body hair changes, voice changes. "This is more than I wanted," he pleaded at one point, saying he just wanted to wear a bra every once in awhile, maybe a dress. And fantasize about it, not actually be a girlie slut. Tough luck.

Then the diapers. 24/7, messing and wetting. Made it impossible to hide from anyone and soon enough everyone in their lives knew about his desire to be a feminized diaper-wearing sissy. Some rejected him, some laughed, some grudgingly accepted it, though his family ousted him, leaving him at the mercy of Brenda and her family. He was so emotional now too, crying all the time about his Pampers and limp, locked dick and incontinence.

Brenda wasn't a bitch though. She let her hubby have a companion, like his giant teddy bear here. She beamed as she looked in the bedroom and saw him bonding with Teddy. Later she'd make him hump the teddy bear in his poopy diapers. But first she interrupted his reverie by announcing, "Sweetie. So it's arranged. Doug from church is going to be coming over and visiting tonight."

The sissy moaned. No, no, no, he wasn't gay. That had NEVER been part of his fantasy. He cried into teddy and felt his diapers fill with fearful piss.

"He said the first night will be easy and gentle and probably nothing sexual but just to make sure you're okay I'm going to be there the whole time chaperoning and videotaping it too, so we can watch later and see how you can be a better sissy."

Caring. Another word to describe Brenda. So caring.

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You should write a straight to gay story where a white guy makes fun of a gay black man and the man puts the little white boy in his place

This request sparked this story: https://www.tumblr.com/pantiesandpamperssissypart2/746525324202885120/diaperguy1121-sometimesspanked-yes-bunny?source=share

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"It doesn't matter what people say, I think you look cute and that's all that matters, baby."

The sissy finished brushing his teeth.

About 2 hours from now his life as he knew it, the life he'd built over 27 years on this earth, would be over. And a new existence would take its place.

Patrick had no one to blame but himself but of course he blamed his black master and daddy. Goddamn faggot. It had started at work when a new hire, Jackson, joined Patrick's group. After three hours of working with the newbie Patrick was hanging around the vending machine talking to Becca, the girl he always flirted with at work. One day he'd get in her pants, he had no doubt.

"So, what do you think of the new guy, Jackson?" he asked her.

"I like him. Nice guy and seems to already have a hang of things," she said.

Patrick guffawed. "Really? Jesus. You're not falling it for you too, are you? I mean, he's fat, black and gay. Three strikes and you're out, right? Oh, and ugly. Looks like he was hit with a waffle iron. So, four strikes and you're out." He laughed at his own assessment.

"Don't be mean," Becca said.

"I mean we all know he's a DEI hire, right? And companies that go DEI usually DIE."

"Oh god, settle down, Joe Rogan," Becca said before finally walking away.

Also walking away? Jackson himself. Who had been about to turn the corner to the cafeteria when he heard his name mentioned so he hung out and eavesdropped. He was devastated. Went to the bathroom to cry but not because he was gay and overly sensitive. That was just damn hurtful stuff to hear.

But did Jackson go whining to human resources? Did he go to Twitter and complain? No and no. He seethed and schemed. And then acted.

All he had to do was use Patrick's heterosexuality against him. Jackson knew a female cop on the force who was quite attractive and quite interested in taking down anyone who hurt her favorite ugly black queer. Easily enough she got a one-night stand with Patrick, fucked him, saved the rubber and a few days later sprung on him the big surprise: Rape charges! Tah-dah! Like a magician pulling a rabbit out of the hat.

But look, there was a way to get out of a shameful trial and likely conviction and mandatory 15 to life in prison. One week with his favorite coworker Jackson. "The faggot?" Patrick wondered. "Oh, no, no, no, fuck no." Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Look, she explained, have a weird week with a gay guy or 15 years of ass-fuckings from dozens of them behind bars.

Jackson and Patrick both happened to take vacays same week. What a coincidence! Patrick told folks he was headed to Hawaii. Uh, no. He was headed to Jackson's basement. See, not only was Jackson fat, black, gay, and ugly, he was also kinky as fuck. And he was going to turn this white asshole into a flaming, swishy, mincing, lisping, feminized faggot. In diapers. Yep, diapers. A real fucked up thing to do to a straight guy, but hey, don't talk bad about people while buying Lay's chips.

It was a week of hell for Patrick. Lots of tears, begging, swearing, cursing, pleading.

Daily spankings. Sometimes hourly. Diapers. Cumming in Pampers. Babification. Pacifiers. Bath time. Pluggings. Overnight bondage in a big crib. Shaving of the pubes, of course. Forced babyfood feedings, smearing it all over his arrogant face. Constant watching of gay diaper sissy porn, starting the long road to retraining Patrick's brain. Diaper hoods when Patrick was naughty, a pissy diaper strapped to his face to shut him the fuck up. Holding him in front of a mirror, making him take in the full sight of being transformed into a feminized Pampers-wearing faggot.

And then the inevitable: See, if Jackson is a gay guy that means he fucks guys, you know? And gets blowjobs from them. And so...his newly christened diaper slave learned how to go on his knees, his bonnetted head on full display, a blowjob bib in place, messy diapers stinking up the joint, and sucked like a princess, crying only when Jackson threatened to have his teeth pulled to make him a better BJ queen. Then the ass-fucking. Oh the tears flowed. From the pain of course and the humiliation of being bred, from being a straight white guy who'd fucked probably 300 girls in his life to getting fucked by one fat-ass black dude.

Now, Saturday. Patrick had forgotten all about what today was: company picnic! That's right! And today he'd be making his debut as a diaper-wearing faggot in front of everyone, including and especially Becca. Jackson would explain how Patrick came to him in tears and explained how his homophobia was a facade for his own faggoty nature. And he wasn't just a fag, no, he wanted to wear diapers. Jackson thought this was very weird but as a black man who understood being your true self he was helping Patrick be his best self. And so he'd be paraded around in thick diapers and tiny pink shorts and a midriff-baring T-shirt reading, "Diapered and Proud!"

It'd be the end of Patrick's professional career, obviously. And the start of his new life as a white sissy slave in diapers to a fat, black, gay and quite ugly black daddy.

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"It's not healthy to only have cats as friends, you know," his mom had told Michael. "You need to go out again, socialize. Be normal. Find people who accept you."

Friends. Socialize. Normal. Was she fucking kidding? It was HER fault Michael's friends, the human ones anyway, had gone running. She made sure to tell everyone at her hair salon what she'd done to Michael after he flunked out of college and came crawling back home. His mom had been infuriated and ranted about Michael going off the rails and drinking instead of studying and chasing girls instead of studying. All of which was true. And then when Michael didn't get a job she said he must be some kind of sissy baby and not a real man who wants to earn his own money. Wait, what?

That's when the diaper discipline started and the...changes. Mommy giving her son a nice girlie haircut. Mommy making her wear girlie clothes. "You're welcome to go be a boy in your own apartment if you can afford one." He couldn't, of course, and it became some self-fulfilling prophecy once he did start going on interviews and his mommy insisted going with him, making sure he was properly diapered and wearing nice, cute clothes. Not many interviewers wanted to hire a sissy who still came to work with his mommy while wearing Pampers. One old pervert down at the lumberyard liked the idea but his wife vetoed the idea.

So yeah, soon enough all of his friends, both those from town and those back in school, heard about this new arrangement. And they didn't even know the half of it! Like mommy making sure her special sissy girl still got to make cummies, though it only occurred when wearing his Pampers and only when nursing off mommy's big ol' boobies. Or the fact during diaper changes that mommy sometimes stuck a finger in her sissy's pussy and made him squirm and moan "just like those girls back at college, I bet," she'd add. She'd make him goo-goo-gah-gah while being digitally manipulated. Her very own little puppet.

But good news: Michael still had Frisky and Garfield to keep him company. His cats were always loyal, would never abandon him. Sure, they sometimes looked at him strangely when he was on his back, his mommy lotioning up his clitty and telling him he better make two poopy Pampers today or there'd be trouble, but for the most part the cats were non-judgmental. They were good friends.

And the only friends this diaper sissy was going to have for a very long time.

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Kevin stood silently, watching his wife Nicole and her lover Adrian.

They didn't seem concerned that he was still crying after the beating. He just hoped no neighbors had heard the ruckus or was peeking over the fence.

The beating hadn't been part of some BDSM game. It hadn't involved safewords or consensual activity. It was a guy coming over to see his married girlfriend and hearing that her sissy fag of a husband, Kevin in this unfortunate case, had lost out on the promotion at work that could have been worth an extra 30k a year. 30k a year that would have gone into Nicole and Adrian's pockets.

Standing in his diapers and bra, sucking on a pacifier, Kevin had tried, ludicrously, to explain that it wasn't his fault, that his boss had it in for him, that it was unfair, and that he would try to do better in the future.

Adrian pulled off his belt and without warning started attacking Kevin, who crawled into a pathetic sissy ball on the floor as Adrian walloped him with the belt over and over again, on the thighs, his lower back, the front of his legs, his diapered ass. When Kevin crawled out the door to the yard Adrian followed, kicked him in the rear and continued the whipping in the yard.

Finally Nicole came and pulled him off and told Adrian, "Babe, relax, it wasn't all bad news today."

She then informed him that Kevin's father appeared close to kicking the bucket and once that happened he'd get the inheritance and life insurance money and they'd really be set. The thought of his dad passing away made Kevin cry some more but he still obeyed when told to go get the champagne so his wife and lover could celebrate the pending windfall.

Now Nicole finally stopped kissing Adrian. "Sissy, why don't you go to bed. I know it's only 5 but you've had a tough day already. Mommy will be in later to give you your bum-bum pill," she explained about the suppository.

"Yeth, mommy," the sissy lisped, as he did 24/7 when home. At least Adrian couldn't hurt him for awhile.

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The most famous diaper fag on the internet, an inspiration, a warning. Christopher John Ryan. Glad to see the diaper sissy back online where he should be, constantly exposed and spread. Gives us all something to aspire to.

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"I'm straight, right? Yes. Right? I have a girlfriend. Tricia. Yes. Okay. She's traveling with her sister overseas. So last night I went to a bar just to chill. Okay, that's clear. Was there a guy at the bar who was like overly friendly and wanted to talk about the Celtics way too much and all I wanted to do was watch the game and have a beer? Yes. Did I go to the bathroom at some point? Wait, where am I and how did I get here. Okay, I remember feeling really groggy at some point and that guy helped me to my car. Or was it his car? His car, right? Oh god. Am I at his place.

Wait, wait, wait. Why am I wearing a fucking diaper? A diaper! What the fuck. Is this his place? Did he walk me in last night? Did he take my clothes off or is that all in my head? No, he did. And did he put me over his knee and spank me and tell me I was a naughty boy and he was going to teach me a lesson? Was I bawling at the end of that? Did he feed me a bottle, a fucking bottle and tell me it had more special drugs that would help calm me?

And then he put me in this diaper, didn't he? He powdered me and did he play with my cock and make me cum? Into the diaper? Did he tell me to make cummies in my Pampers? Fucking Pampers? Who the fuck is this freak? Wait, did he make me...no. Oh no, I WAS on my knees at one point sucking his cock. Was there somewhere there videotaping it too? And laughing and saying they were putting it online? And then they gave me more of the baba drug and I passed out?

Where is he? Oh no I pissed my diapers too. Oh god. What is happening? What do I do?"

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Carrie had worried about leaving her husband in the care of her dad, even if it was going to only be for three hours. But her mom insisted it'd be fine. "He knows how to change a diaper and he knows how to deal with miscreants," she said of the man who had been a 25-year veteran of the police force.

Still, Carrie worried. Yes, they needed a sitter because her normal ones weren't available but her dad? The hot-tempered, easy-to-anger man?

But as her and her mom looked for new swimsuits for Carrie to wear on her upcoming trip with her boyfriend, she didn't get any texts from her dad so maybe things were okay.

Then they got into the house, went into the guest bedroom and saw...Gavin handcuffed with hands behind his back. Wearing a goddamn wet diaper on his head. And a fresh one on his body. What the fuck had happened here?

"Dad!" she yelled out and her old man came meandering in shortly later eating out of a bag of potato chips.

"What?" he said, looking confused.

"WHY is he wearing a wet diaper on his head? What the hell, dad?"

"Look, I can explain. So, the fucker pissed himself like you said he would and god help me I went to change him. By the way, why'd you ever marry someone with a dick like that? As I'm doing it I got angrier and angrier that this little faggot tricked my sweet daughter into marrying her and didn't tell her about his diaper fetish. Really pissed me off and I told him so and he started bawling like a goddamn baby. Fuck. Like isn't this what he wanted? and he said no, no, he just wanted his wife to be his mommy and didn't think she'd torture him like this and blah blah blah. I tell you, I got so sick of it I took the pissy diaper and just wrapped it around his head to shut him up. Got him into a clean diaper, dragged him into the room, got my cuffs out and secured him and, well, here you go."

"Dad. Jesus. I have to be able to trust you if I leave him with you. Like were you going to beat him with a phonebook next?"

"Well..."

"Dear!" her mom now said. "Sweetie he didn't mean that. But you know your dad, he deals with situations differently."

Carrie shook her head, then laughed as she took in her husband. He really did look ridiculous and somehow it was fitting that he should be wearing a diaper hood. Fucking faggot. Yeah, more than he bargained for.

Carrie kissed her dad on the cheek. "It's all right, Pops. Just next time, be a little gentler on him, k?"

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Corey clutched the teddy bear and pretended to sleep. Just get through this and everything would be fine. Right? The diapered geek spooning him was sound asleep, snoring loudly while clutching his conquest.

Unfortunately Corey could feel his bowels needing to move. Oh god. Was he supposed to mess his fucking diaper? Chris had told him, yes, that's exactly what he would do. "You'll wear the diapers and piss in them and poop in them and I'll change you. But you WILL use your diapers. So don't even think about asking to take them off and use the potty."

The nightmare had started a week earlier, when Corey got an email from Chris Johnson. Chris Johnson? Christ, hadn't thought of that geek in five years. Biggest nerd in their school.

"Hi Corey. Remember me? Chris Johnson? Bedwetter Chris as you and your fucking friends called me? Remember pantsing me and everyone in school laughing at my diapers, ruining my life? Remember?"

Well, Corey kind of remembered, sure, but he humiliated lots of geeks back in the day. So what if a bunch of girls laughed at that bedwetting faggot when they saw his Pampers? Corey kept reading.

"So every day since school I've thought about how to get back at you, how to make you pay. And guess what, going to get my IT degree while you got your fancy 4-year business degree has given me the chance to do so. Right now on your work computer are some things authorities would find quite interesting. You'll be arrested. Charged. Shamed. Jailed. No doubt. And don't try using this email as proof you were set up, it's set to self-destruct.

You have one way of getting out of this. Come to my apartment next weekend. Three days, that's all you have to suffer for and then I'll clean your computer and you're fine. But for three days you will listen to everything I say and do everything I want. Then you'll be forgiven and we can both move on."

The fuck? Corey watched in horror then as the message deleted. Should have screenshotted it. A day later the geek stopped by his office and gave him his address, walked away with a smile. He could maybe take a chance it was a bluff but he didn't believe so. What the hell did the geek have in mind?

He found out when he went to his place. Diapers. Diapers. Corey would learn what it was like to suffer through diaper-wearing and diaper humiliation. The fucking geek greeted him wearing his own diapers. "Yeah, I still wear them but you're going to learn what it's like too."

Corey tried resisting but Chris easily threatened him and reminded him of the consequences.

The diapering was beyond horrible. The nerd took off the former athlete's pants and boxers and took in his cock. Played with it a bit. Made Corey lay down and then took his time powdering, lotioning. Even stuck a finger inside his ass and explored. To his eternal shame Corey felt himself getting hard as his prostate was manipulated. Then the diaper. Thick. Crinkly. Babyish.

"These were the ones I wore the day you pantsed me, remember?"

Corey closed his eyes and Chris told him to keep them open as he taped his Pampers on. Once secured he rubbed the front of them and grinned as he felt Corey's cock grow. "Yeah, you'll learn to enjoy your diapers, baby."

Fuck that.

Once diapered, Corey sat there helplessly as Chris brought him up and held his hand and walked him over to the mirror to take it all in. Two diaperboys hand-in-hand. Chris produced a pacifier and made Corey take it in. That's when he informed him that the diaper wouldn't come off until he pissed and shit in it. Full diaper before a change, "Same rules my mom had for me." Fucked up family, Corey thought, but he was now in a fucked up impossible situation.

Chris suggested the two diaperboys lay down for a nap. Chris somehow fell asleep right away, clutching his tormentor. Sometimes Corey felt him moving his crotch against his diapered ass. Just survive the weekend. That's all. But was he supposed to keep lying there as he pooped his Pampers? And would this freak really change him?

Of course this wasn't just going to be a weekend thing. This was going to be life-ruining. Chris would take pictures. Chris would send the pictures to Corey's family and work. He would post them on the class's Facebook page for their upcoming fifth reunion, where Corey would proudly announce his love of diapers. There would be a public humiliation trip to the mall. Corey would have Chris's cock in his mouth at some point, all while diapered. Chris wouldn't have to turn Corey in to the authorities as his job would fire him once they too got the pictures. Left with no options, Chris hoped that Corey saw there was no way out but to come live with him, to become his full-time diaper boy. A lifetime of diaper humiliation for one pantsing incident in high school seemed like harsh punishment. But to Chris, it sounded like justice.

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"I'll change ya Pampers after you do the dishes and we watch Equalizer," his mommy said at the dinner table. "Then tonight the boys are coming over."

Jason thought of that exchange now as he cleaned up. His mommy was watching from the table. She never lifted a finger anymore for housework. Why would she when she had a diaper slave to do everything?

For the millionth time in the past 12 months Jason wondered where he would be right now if he hadn't sent the email to Sheila. He was a lawyer. A gorgeous wife. Proud parents. Country club membership. Near-seven-figure income.

And he threw it all away to become the sissified diaper slave of a shemale mommy and her four black boyfriends. Amazing the trouble a little sissy clit can get a man into.

He'd messaged with the tranny mommy for weeks after meeting her on Tumblr. She had a way with words and twisted him into a quivering pretzel each night they talked, often while his loving wife slept next to him in their bed. He'd sent Sheila pics of him as a diaper sissy faggot but nothing of his face. She kept pushing him, pushing him.

"Send me face pics and your name and your wife's name and your parents' names and your employer and your boss. Tell me, sissy, and I'll give you the life a faggot like you deserves. You're not a man. You have realized that since you were a teen, I'm sure. You probably can barely fuck your wife. Come be mommy's diaper slut. Come fulfill your destiny. Permanent diapers. 24/7. Total diaper dependence. And pleasing your special mommy in ALL ways. Sucking mommy's bottle each night. Taking mommy in your sissy pussy. And serving mommy's boyfriends, too. That's right. Mommy went black and will never go back and you'll get a taste too, sweetie. Pampers forever. No more decisions, no more choices, just slavery, working for mommy and never, ever out of diapers."

A sissy can only hear that message for so long before he breaks down. And one night, again next to his wife, he sent the face pics. And the personal info. He started shaking as not a minute later his wife's phone lit up next to her on the side of the bed. The sound woke her up and....that was a tough way for a marriage to end, a shemale mommy outing the sissy as a failed man and a true diaper slut at 1 a..

His family abandoned him. He had enough savings to support his mommy and her boyfriends and the job stocking shelves at Walmart under the supervision of one of mommy's boyfriends helped out as well. "Want you out in the world earning a buck too and not just living off interest," his mommy said. "Do you good to be seen by society for what you are."

But his life was often one of drudgery. Maid duties. Cleaning cars. Cleaning the houses of mommy's friends. And actually messing and peeing one's diapers without control is a fun fantasy for a lot of ABs but a tough reality for a 32-year-old. But his mommy did change him. She was kind that way. She wasn't quite so kind with her spankings and beltings and long bondage sessions and the way she sometimes raped his mouth and ass.

As for mommy's boyfriends...only three of them had ever fucked him. For some reason Marcus had held out. But he enjoyed watching the others fuck the sissy and recorded them for the sissy's online site, where everyone in the world could watch his total degradation.

His mommy often told him this was his life for the next 40 years or so. He'd been sissified and feminized, turned into a caricature in many ways. Once a man, now a warning to others.

But at least it was a new Equalizer tonight, he thought. That would make mommy happy. And then her boyfriends would come over...the thought made him cry, which happened about 15 times a day.

A crying, sniveling, simpering, diapered pansy slave for life. Sounds like a dream, huh? Not really.