- Part 5
- As Mrs. Jenkins got back to her own class, most of the taunting subsided, except for Brandy and her friends, of course, who unfortunately sat behind and to either side of me. "What cute new clothes you have Tommy, you should wear those more often. Say, her butt looks bigger, doesn’t it girls? Did your butt get bigger during recess Tommy?" I looked around me in hopes that no one was listening, but I could already see that more than half the class was stealing glances at me. Brandy’s ribbing continued. "I asked you a question little girl. If you don’t answer me you’re going to get a spanking." Then Tara started. "Hey, what happened to that diaper that was sitting on Mrs. Jenkins’ desk earlier? Do you know Tommy? After all, it is your diaper." She was whispering, but I know that several of the kids sitting around her heard and continued to look over at me trying to determine whether I was indeed wearing a diaper. Then Sandy came to my defense... um, kind of. "Leave the little girl alone you two, can’t you see she’s going to cry?" "Maybe she needs to be changed," Brandy replied. After several minutes of this the were finally told to be quiet, but the damage was already done. By lunchtime every kid in the classroom was convinced I was wearing a diaper, and soon enough they would find out they were right.
- When the bell rang for lunch I just sat in my seat and went through my bag pretending like I was looking for something while the rest of the class filed out. Mrs. Jenkins returned to the class and whispered in the ear of Ms. Waller my science teacher. I knew that Brandy and her friends would be waiting for me to get to the cafeteria so they could expose me to the rest of my classmates, so after everyone had left the room I just continued to sit in my chair. "Aren’t you going to go to lunch Tommy?" Ms. Waller asked. "I’m not hungry," I replied. "Now, now Tommy, you can’t just spend your lunch hour hiding in here. All kids need to eat," she said, in a very matter of fact tone. "If you won’t go into the cafeteria and eat, then I’ll just have to take you down to the home economics class and eat with the other babies. It’s up to you." The home economics department was on their childcare unit and offered free day care to local parents and most of the children were toddlers. Still I didn’t move, terrified of what Brandy and her thugs would do to me if I went down to the cafeteria. I must have been quite a sissy to be thinking of little girls as thugs. "Very well Tommy," Mrs. Jenkins said, taking me by the hand and forcing me out of my chair. "You can eat with the babies."
- Part 6
- As Mrs. Jenkins led me out of the room I saw my trio of tormentors standing in the hall watching her lead me by the hand. "Where are you taking Tommy Mrs. Jenkins?" Brandy asked. "Tommy has decided to eat with the other babies down in the home ec class today, haven’t you Tommy," Mrs. Jenkins announced. My face couldn’t turn any redder than it already was as Brandy and her friends laughed. "Are you going to spoon feed him?" Brandy teased.
- Mrs. Jenkins continued leading me down the hall until we got to the door with the big rainbow on it . As we walked in the room I saw about 30 or 40 kids aged anywhere from 2 to 5 years old sitting in little plastic chairs at several tables being served their lunch. The walls of the room were decorated with alphabet characters and children’s drawings, there were toys, cots for nap time and in a little room in the back I even saw a changing table and diapers. The class was made up entirely of the girls in my grade. They knew exactly who I was as soon as I walked in. Mrs. Jenkins began to lead me over to the far table, the one where the youngest kids were sitting, when a plump, but pretty looking young woman walked up and asked Mrs. Jenkins if she could help her. "Yes. This student of mine has decided that he doesn’t want to eat lunch with the big kids today, so I was hoping maybe you could take care of him down here," Mrs. Jenkins replied. "Oh, well I’m sure we have room for one more," the woman said looking down at me. "I would suggest seating him with the toddlers, as he’s acting especially childish today. I have to go back to my classroom to get my next lesson prepared, so just send him back when he’s finished. Be good Tommy." And with that Mrs. Jenkins turned and left.
- "OK Tommy, let’s get you some nummies!" the woman said, taking my hand and leading me to the toddler table. To my misfortune, the girls were all stationed at this table, helping the little ones with their lunch. When we got to the table, Gretchen was waiting for me. She wasn’t a cheerleader, but she was still stunning. She had petite, perky figure with an ass that was legendary in the school (and probably second to none other than Brandy). Mrs. Jenkins asked her to get "little Tommy" his lunch. "Sure," Gretchen said, kneeling down a bit to look me in the eyes. "Ready for num nums Tommy?" She was tall and well-developed, and I felt like I truly was a little toddler standing in front of her in my pink sweats and my bulging diapers, which I prayed she wouldn’t notice. No such luck. As soon as we started walking towards the table I felt her pat me on the butt. "What’s this? Aren’t you a little big for diapers?" I blushed, but before I could answer she apologized. "Just teasing sweety. You don’t have to be embarrassed."
- I sat down in one of the little plastic chairs and a minute later I felt her tying a bib around my neck. "Hey, what are you doing?" I protested. "Sorry honey, but all of the kids who eat at this table wear bibs. You wouldn’t want to get your pretty Minnie Mouse outfit dirty, would you?" she asked. "It’s not mine. Mrs. Jenkins made me wear it," I explained. "Well, at any rate, as long as you’re wearing diapers you might as well wear a bib as well." After saying this she opened up a can of greenish looking baby food, spooned some out, and tried to feed it to me. "Here comes the airplane!" I pushed her hand away. "I can feed myself!" I yelled, bringing unwanted attention to myself. "You better just pipe down and do as I say tiger, or I’m going to have to pull down those Pampers and give you a spanking!" This girl was at least half a foot taller than me, and I figured if Brandy could take me so easily, Gretchen wouldn’t have any trouble carrying out her threat. Swallowing my pride I obediently opened my mouth and allowed her to feed me the baby food. The whole time I just tried to keep telling myself it was better than having to endure whatever Brandy had in store for me in the cafeteria. Some of the 2 and 3 year olds at the table laughed and called me a baby. I was in no position to disagree.
- After the baby food, Gretchen had me drink some apple juice from a sippy cup and then much to my embarrassment had me sit on her lap and burped me like an infant. As she let me up I thought the humiliating ordeal was over. Then I felt her pulling down my sweatpants. "What are you doing?" I yelled, grabbing at my waistband. "Checking your diaper silly," she said, easily pulling my hand away and sticking her fingers inside the crotch of my diaper. "Still dry," she chirped, patting me on the butt and pulling my pants back up. She then began to walk me back to class. I started to resist, I had to go home, this day had to be over. "All right, if you’re going to act like a baby, I’ll just have to treat you like a baby." After saying this she bent down and lifted me up, cradling me in her arms, and then continued to walk towards the classroom. I tried to struggle, but to my mounting shame discovered once again that I was much weaker than the girl I was fighting against. I closed my eyes in embarrassment as her hand reached for the doorknob and prepared to suffer my next humiliation.
- Part 7
- As Gretchen walked through the door carrying me in her arms I opened my eyes and was greatly relieved to see that the other students had not yet returned from lunch. "Where shall I put the baby Mrs. Jenkins?" Gretchen asked. "Oh, little Tommy’s back from the nursery. You can set her in her desk over there," she replied, pointing to my desk. Gretchen set me down in my seat and then walked over to Mrs. Jenkins’ desk, handing her, to my horror, extra Pampers she brought. "She was dry when I checked her after lunch, but I thought you might need these for later," Gretchen said, now addressing me as a girl as well. "Oh, how thoughtful. What do you say Tommy?" "What?" I asked. "Well aren’t you going to thank Gretchen for feeding you and bringing you extra diapers?" "No," I said stiffly. "Oh yes you will young lady, unless you want me to have one of your classmates change your Pampers," she threatened. Well, what difference did it make? I was already as humiliated as I could possibly get, I thought. "Thank you Gretchen for feeding me and bringing me extra diapers." "Awe, you’re welcome princess," she cooed. "I love taking care of sweet little baby girls." She kissed me on the cheek and then left as the other students began to file back into the room. Thankfully, Mrs. Jenkins hid my Pampers in her desk drawer.
- "How was your baby formula Tommy, or were you breast fed?" I heard Brandy say as she sat down behind me. "Maybe we should burp her," Sandy added as I blushed, remembering that I actually had been burped. I didn’t get much ribbing from the rest of the students this time – apparently they had tired of striking such an easy target. The next hour or so passed without incident, but as recess neared I began to grow nervous again, and I also felt my bladder growing heavy. I decided I didn’t want to suffer the indignity of being sent down to day care again, so I would just have to do my best to stay away from Brandy. My plan was simple – as soon as the bell rang I would make sure I was the first one out the door, and then I’d run out onto the playground and hide in one of the big tires that was lodged in the ground. I might get caught, but I figured it was the last good chance I had to get through the day with the rumor of me being diapered remaining just a rumor. If no one actually saw them I could just deny it all tomorrow.
- Part 8-(My Personal Favorite)
- I was out of my seat before the bell even rang, and by the time Brandy was up I was already outside running for my life. I quickly found a large tire by the bus circle I could fit in and squeezed myself inside. "Tommy, come out come out wherever you are! No one’s going to hurt you little girl. We just need to change your diapers," I heard Brandy and her cohorts calling out as they passed by me time and time again. I had been standing in the tire almost twenty minutes and they hadn’t found me yet. Just ten more minutes and I’d be home free! But I had another problem to deal with – staying dry. It was getting harder and harder to hold it in, and if I didn’t get to the bathroom soon I was going to have my second accident of the day, and this time in baby diapers! If I wet myself again I was sure Mrs. Jenkins would carry through with her threat of keeping me in diapers the rest of the year, and there’s no way I could hide it from my classmates that long. But I could forget about all that, because just as I was thinking this I looked up and saw Brandy staring me straight in the eye, with an evil grin on her face. My bladder gave way immediately, and like a frightened little girl I christened my Pampers.
- "I’ve found our girl," Brandy announced. "Come on out and play sweetie." I was still peeing in my diapers when Brandy grabbed me by my sweatshirt and pulled me out of the tire. "Who were you hiding from Tommy?" she asked, as I tried to avoid her gaze. "You weren’t hiding from little old me, were you?" As she said this she grabbed my chin and forced me to look her in the eyes. "You aren’t afraid of a girl, are you diaper boy?" Nobody other than Tara and Sandy had witnessed the fight between Brandy and I earlier that day, but now there was a fairly large group of students gathered around us, giggling at me and egging on Brandy, saying things like "give her a spanking Brandy" and "take her pants down so we can see her diapers." Brandy had everyone referring to me as a girl now. What Vincent had suffered yesterday was nothing compared to what I was going through now. Why couldn’t I just keep my big mouth shut.
- Funny I was thinking of Vincent, because that’s what Brandy was thinking as well. "Don’t worry little girl, I’m not going to waste my time beating your ass again. Your such a weakling it’s not fair. It’s like pitting a lion against a little kitten. No, I want you to fight Vincent instead." Brandy looked over towards Sandy and Tara and I saw them standing there with Vincent. "We told Vincent all about what you said about him being a sissy and how he should wear a diaper. Frankly, I think you’re right, but Vincent didn’t think it was very funny." I looked over at Vincent and he was smiling that dumb smile of his, looking like he couldn’t wait to kick my butt. Vincent was always like that, even if the person was twice his size. I’d seen him get in lots of fights and I never saw him even come close to winning a single one of them. I was very happy that Brandy was letting me off the hook. I wasn’t worried about Vincent at all. "If you can take Vincent I’ll never bother you again. So what do you say, do you want to find out who the bigger sissy is?"
- Everybody was cheering for Vincent and all of the sudden he came charging at me. I braced myself, but to my dismay I found myself being driven to the ground. When we hit the ground Vincent started swinging wildly, punching me in the stomach and ribs. I tried to hit back, but didn’t have any leverage. As much of a wimp as he was, his punches were beginning to hurt and I tried to roll us over. Vince scooted his way up until he was sitting on my chest pinning my arms down and began punching me in the face. I struggled wildly, but after 3 or 4 good punches I was crying like a baby and begging him to stop. I couldn’t believe it – the biggest wimp in the school had just kicked my ass and turned me into a blubbering little girl in less than a minute! It wasn’t even close! As I laid there crying I figured that I must be the wimpiest teenage – boy or girl – in the whole world.
- "Who’s the sissy now?" Vincent gloated, staring down at me with a mix of pride and surprise that he had actually won a fight. "I am" I whined pathetically. "You are what? he demanded. "I’m a sissy," I replied. "And who should be wearing diapers?" he asked. "I should be wearing diapers," I answered with no resistance. "What do you mean you ‘should’ be wearing diapers? You are!" I heard Brandy exclaim, and then felt my sweatpants quickly pulled off my legs. A great deal of laughter followed this unveiling, as well as shouts of "she’s wet! Baby’s wet herself!" "Awe, did the widdle baby girl get scared and wet herself?" Brandy asked me in a babyish voice, which was, of course, exactly what happened. "Do you need mommy to change your Pamper wampers?" she added, pulling a fresh diaper out of her backpack and waving it in front of my face. As I felt her untaping my diapers I began kicking my legs wildly. I felt Sandy and Tara each grab one of my legs and Brandy finished taking off my diaper, exposing my tiny, baby sized penis to the rest of my classmates and prompting another wave of laughter and taunts. “I think my three year old brother has a bigger dick!” “It’s so...SHORT!” “Just look at his little peeshee!” “I mean what a teensi weensie dicklette!” Sandy and Tara teased me as they held my legs tightly. "Wow, you really do have a baby’s pee pee," Brandy mocked, as I felt her wiping me with a baby wipe and sliding the new diaper under me. I heard Brandy make a loud snorting sound. HACK TWOOEY!!! Suddenly, I felt Brandy’s slimy snot-ridden spit on my cock. Sandy and Tara roared with laughter and joined in each spitting massive loogies on my pint-sized pecker too. After they grew bored of that I felt Brandy sprinkling baby powder on me, but then she suddenly stopped.
- "Now ask mommy nicely to tape your diapers on for you Tommy," Brandy said. When I didn’t respond I felt her lift up my legs and she spanked me hard 5 times. She paused briefly to see if I would respond. Brandy continued delivering thunderous slaps to my ass as she spanked me. It hurt bad, but still I didn’t respond as tears welled up in my eyes. “Aww is baby gonna crwy? Does bawby’s bum bum hurt from the hard spanky wanking?” She couldn’t make me ask her to diaper me in front of everyone. “Hit his face Vincent," she said, and Vincent began slapping my face with glee. It only took a couple before I finally broke down and politely asked my tormentor to tape my diapers on me. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” Brandy taunted. “Please, will you diaper me.” The spit on my crotch was unpleasant and I would now have Brandy, Tara, and Sandy’s gooey spit between my legs for the rest of the day. I was shamed beyond belief, but tried to endure it with a small dose of optimism, realizing that Brandy had actually just saved me from being forced to spend the rest of the school year in diapers. Had she known this I’m sure she would have sent me back to class wet.
- After making me thank her for changing my diapers, Brandy thoughtfully pulled up my pink sweatpants and told Vincent he could let me up. Vincent wasn’t ready yet. "Kiss the crotch of my jeans, sissy!" he demanded, grabbing my hair and pulling my face into his crotch. “Go on kiss it!!” I did as he said, and then he asked me who his little diaper girl was. "I’m your little diaper girl Vincent," I obediently complied, completely defeated and understanding that I was announcing my new role as the biggest sissy in the school and the new favorite target of all bullies. “Now, on your hands and knees,” he ordered. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Brandy and her friends laughing hysterically. I couldn’t believe the biggest sissy in the school was barking orders at me. Obediently, I got on my hands and knees, like a dog. Vincent got behind me and spanked me! He spanked me such ownership. Even with the padding of my new diaper each thunderous smack hurt more and more. Diapered, bent over like a bitch, and getting spanked by Vincent of all people! This was a new low. I was ashamed that I didn’t fight back at all, but I truly was afraid of Vincent now. If I had just kept my mouth shut yesterday, he would still be the school wimp. He made me agree that from now on I would present him with my lunch every day so he could choose what he wanted before I ate it, and then he let me up. As I got up I realized to my horror the large crowd that had witnessed my humiliation became my humiliators. “You know any guy with a little peanut sized penis like that really does belong in diapers,” a group of girls mocked. One boy yanked my sweatpants down, pushed me over, and called me ‘faggarina.’ Thankfully, they eventually grew tired, although I was still given many pats on my diapered butt as I made my way back into the classroom. I just consoled myself with knowing that my dry diapers would save me from enduring this the rest of the year... but the day wasn’t over. I had missed my usual bus, so I’d have hold out and catch the late bus home in another three hours.
- Part 9
- The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, with the exception of some taunting from the other kids. A couple goose eggs and some bruises were forming on various parts of my head and body from the two humiliating beatings I’d taken, but apparently not large enough for to really notice. Later when I got home I’d find that there weren’t any very noticeable marks on me at all – for all the crying I’d done you’d think I’d been beaten within an inch of my life. I was sitting in the hallway waiting for the busses to arrive when Mrs. Jenkins spotted me.
- Mrs. Jenkins led my back to her classroom and checked my diaper, as any adult would check a baby’s diaper, and then gave me a little pat on the butt and complimented me on staying dry like a big girl. Then she led me down to Nurse Ingvarsson’s office to get my clothes. "Hi there sweety," the big blonde nurse greeted me, mussing my hair as I walked through the door. "Let’s see how you did champ," she exclaimed, pulling down my sweats and checking my diaper as my teacher had done just a minute ago. "Oh good, all dry!" she exclaimed. "Hold on, I’ll get your clothes."
- Nurse Ingvarsson reached into the cabinet and pulled out a plastic bag containing my clothes – which were still wet! "They’re still wet!" I shouted, stating the obvious. "Well of course they are silly," the nurse replied. "I’m a nurse... and occasionally a nanny," she laughed, "not a laundry service. You can just wear home what you’ve got on and have your mommy wash your wet clothes for you. And you can keep those cute Minnie Mouse sweats if you’d like." This was horrible! I thought I was saved, I thought my mom would never find out! I thought I’d put my clothes back on, go home and be able to just put it behind me! I looked back at Mrs. Jenkins who just stood there grinning at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but there wasn’t anything to say. My clothes were still wet, what other choice was there? "Can’t I just take my diaper off? I stayed dry all day. You said..." "And we want our little girl to continue to stay dry," Mrs. Jenkins remarked. "Besides, I want your mother to know what happened today. I know if I was your mother I’d want to know if my little girl was wetting her pants at school. No, you’ll keep that diaper on until you can get home. That’s final. No discussion. No let me see you backpack." I handed her my backpacked and watched in horror as she packed the diapers Gretchen had given her earlier. “There some extra diapers just in case you have an accident on the way home” she sneered. I hung my head and started to walk out the door. My Minnie Mouse sweatpants did little to conceal the thick diaper taped between my thighs.
- Part 10
- I walked out slowly to the bus stop, trying not to look anyone in the face as I made my way towards the line for bus nine. Brandy and her friends took the same bus as me, so I already knew the ride home was going to bring plenty of new indignities. The busses were coming in just as I was getting in line, so thankfully I wouldn’t have to wait in line long. "Hey sissy boy, still got your diapers on I see," Brandy said as she walked up to me, reaching out and grabbing my crotch. I tried to pull away, but Brandy squeezed harder. "Do you have a penis inside those Pampers Tommy, because I sure can’t feel one," she added. She pulled the front crotch of my diaper out and peeked into my diaper. “Awe, I almost forgot how cute and tiny your little pee pee is since I changed you” she said as she snorted loudly. I knew what was coming, with the front of my diaper open Brandy hocked a massive loogie into the front of my diaper on to my bite sized pee pee. She let go of waistline of my diaper, letting it pop back into place. Brandy then grabbed the front of my diaper and rubbed it around, smashing her mass amount of mucus and slimy spit into my crotch. It very so dirty, but Brandy’s rubbing was actually arousing. As my little guy stood at attention I thought I heard someone coming up behind me. I was right.
- "Hey diaper butt," I heard someone else say from behind me. "Nice clothes. Hey, I heard that wussy Vince kicked your ass today." It was Brent Harris, the big linebacker for the football team and one of the toughest kids in the school. I was terrified of him. "And he made you pee your baby diapers," he said, smacking my butt. "You must be a real pussy to get beat up by Vince, hey?" He looked at me, waiting for an answer. "I don’t know," I mumbled, trying to look away. "What did you say wimp?" he asked, pulling me by the hair and making look him in the eye. "Are you disagreeing with me?" "No." "Well then say it!" "I’m a pussy," I said, trying not to cry. "The biggest pussy in the whole school?" he asked. "Yes, I’m the biggest pussy in the whole school." Everyone around us was laughing and I heard someone comment that I deserved to be treated like a sissy if I couldn’t even stand up for myself.
- “You know how dogs show submission?” he asked. “No Brent I don’t.” Submissive dogs pee themselves in the presence of the stronger, more dominate dogs, the Alpha dogs.” “Really? I didn’t know that,” I lied, trying not to offend the hulking linebacker. “Do you know what I am?” “W-what are you?” “I’m an Alpha dog. Now let me ask you something sissy, if I’m an Alpha dog then what does that make you?” I saw Brandy and he friends snickering to each other as Brent continued. Brent’s fierce eyes narrowed in on me. “It makes you a bitch Tommy, not even a male dog, a bitch, a female dog that gets mounted from behind and put in her place.” “W-what d-d-does this have to do with me?” I could hear the fear in my voice. “As a submissive little bitch I want you to submit, every time you see me, diapers or not, from now on. The moment you see me I expect piss to be running down your leg like a frightened school girl. And if you don’t submit like a proper bitch there’ll be hell to pay. If you thought Vincent’s beat down and spanking was bad, it’s nothing compared to what I can do to you,” Brent sad as he gave my ass a thunderously hard spank. TWACK!! It was so hard I began crying like a toddler right there by the busses. Brent then leaned in and whispered in my ear “Now wet yourself pussy. Should me how bitches submit to alpha dogs like me, and submit right now.” Almost instantly, I flooded my diaper.
- He then reached between my girlishly skinny legs to see if I truly peed myself on his command. “God you’re pathetic,” he taunted. “You know what? I don’t think you’re a man, I don’t think you have a penis sissy, I think that under this diaper is just an oversized clitty.I’m right aren’t I bitch?” “Yes“ I couldn’t agree with Brent more after all I just wet myself because he ordered me to. Brandy, Tara, and Sandy laughed uncontrollably. He turned to Brandy, “Brandy, make sure Tommy’s wearing a skirt tomorrow. She doesn’t deserve pants.” “Oh I love it Brent!! Besides, it’ll make diaper checks and changes so much easier,” Brandy sinisterly said.
- Part 11
- Brent made me hold onto his finger like a little boy as we got on the bus and walked to the back seat. He chose the short seat in the very back and made me sit on Brandy’s lap like a baby. Brent, Tara, and Sandy sat in the seat in front of us and made me do humiliating things the whole ride back, like suck my thumb and play patty-cake. I just sat there in my soaked diaper and did what they said, waiting for the ride to be over.
- When we finally got to my stop, Brent marched me down the aisle with my arms twisted behind my back and yanked my sweatpants around my knees so everyone could get a good look at my dreached diapers. There was lots of laughing and our 70 year old bus driver had long since passed the point where she enforced any discipline on the bus. Brent pushed me out the door and I fell face first in the dirt between Brandy and her friends with my big diaper butt sticking up in the air. "Remember to wear a skirt tomorrow diaper butt," Brent said. When I got up Brandy insisted that I take her hand so she could walk me home. I did as she said and we finally parted ways when we got to my drive way. She handed me the clothes she stole from my locker and ordered me to put them in my backpack. When I unzipped my backpack they saw my diapers and shrieked with laughter.
- “Wow I guess you really prepared for any accidents you might have aren’t you Tommy” Tara taunted. A vicious grin spread across Brandy’s face. "You better be wearing one of these diapers and a skirt tomorrow at school or there’ll be hell to pay, and not just from Brent understand?” I nodded sheepishly. “And tell your mommy to call me if she ever needs a babysitter for he pwecious wittle gurl," Brandy mocked as she and her friends walked away. With a heavy heart and drooping diaper, I waddled towards the front door. My thick diaper bulging underneath my pants. I shivered at the thought of what awaited me tomorrow.
- PART 12
- "Oh, what a cute outfit Tommy!" It was Melissa, the 16 year old daughter of my mother’s boyfriend Jason Anderson who was the first to greet me as I walked through the door. "Is that Minnie Mouse?" I blushed as I quickly walked past her, heading for the stairs so I could go upstairs to my bedroom and change before anyone else saw me. But to my misfortune, there was her older sister Suzy sitting on the stairs talking on the phone. Suzy was also 18 and probably the prettiest girl I had ever seen, so I stopped dead in my tracks when I got to the stairs and saw her. Jason’s kids went to a different school, so they hadn’t heard anything about the day I’d had yet. I quickly turned around to head in the other direction, bumping into her 14 year old brother Eric. "Watch where you’re going little girl," he told me, standing in my way and refusing to let me pass. Even though he was younger than me, Eric was much stockier than me and slightly taller. After getting beaten up by a girl and the school wimp today I didn’t want to get into it with him. I tried to walk around him and he grabbed me by the arm, snatching the bag out of my hands that had my wet clothes. "Whatch’ya got there sissy boy," Eric asked as he pulled my wet clothes out of the bag. "Oh my God, you don’t still wet your pants, do you little girl?" he said. Then I felt Melissa quickly pull down my pants. "He’s wearing a diaper! He’s wearing a diaper! And it WET!!" she squealed in delight, as her brother laughed.
- "What’s going on here!" I looked over Eric’s shoulder to see Suzy. "Tommy was just showing us her Pampers" Eric laughed. "She had a little accident at school today." "Tommy, don’t tell me your wetting your pants now Tommy! It’s bad enough you still wet the bed, but this is too much!" "He wets the bed too?" Melissa asked, giggling. "What a sissy baby," Eric followed. "Shut up Eric," I replied, trying to maintain some sort of dignity. "Don’t you tell him to shut up!" Suzy shot back. "You’re the one standing there in diapers! Eric has every right to call you a baby." "And a sissy," Melissa chimed in. "Like father like son, hey champ?"
- Part 13
- My parents had gotten divorced about a month ago. Mr. Anderson and his three kids had moved in next door to us three months ago. My father was a fairly timid man, with a slight, almost boyish build and my mother was definitely the head of the family, constantly scolding him and giving him chores to do like she was his mother. The trouble between he and Mr. Anderson started after Mr. Anderson had called him several times to complain about our dog shitting in their yard. My father always brushed it off like it was nothing, until one afternoon Mr. Anderson came over to confront him face to face about it. Mr. Anderson was a very large man, about 6’4" and probably 100 pounds heavier than my dad. He charged into the house without even knocking, snatched my dad out of his chair by the arm like he was a little boy, and marched him out of the house and next door as my mother and I looked on. When they got to where our dog had defiled his lawn, Mr. Anderson grabbed my dad by the back of his neck and forced him to his knees, then forced his face down towards the poop like you would when training a dog. "If you won’t train your dog, then I’ll just have to train you!" he screamed at my dad. Then, as he held him down he started spanking him hard on the butt with his other hand, yelling "bad boy", like you would with a naughty puppy.
- After a couple minutes of this he made my dad pick up the dog poop with his bare hands and marched him back to our house. My dad was crying like a little boy, and as they stood on our porch Mr. Anderson told my dad that after he cleaned up he wanted him to come over and mow his yard, since our dog had kept him from doing it himself. My dad meekly complied. My mom hadn’t said a word to Mr. Anderson through the whole ordeal, and when he came over to borrow things, which he did often after that, she actually became friendlier with him, oddly enamored at the way he had dominated her husband. She and Jason started openly seeing each other before my dad even moved away.
- Part 14
- Now the kids of the same man who had humiliated my father and stolen his wife were standing in front of me making fun of me and my father right to my face. His son had one hand tightly on my arm and the other holding my diaper so that all I could do was stand there and try not to cry. But I failed at that too. "Like father like son indeed," Suzy agreed as the tears started flowing down my cheeks. "Well, since you’re going to act like a baby, I’m going to treat you like a baby. Take him upstairs and put him to bed Eric. After the adults eat dinner, I’ll bring you yours. In a baby bottle." Eric left my new sweatpants laying on the floor and picked me up like you would a real baby, with one hand behind my back and one cradling my diapered bottom. As he tucked me in he told me that he and my step-sisters would just love having a new baby in the family! As he left the room and turned out the lights I was so overcome by the days events that I stuck my thumb in my mouth like a real baby and almost immediately drifted off to sleep. When I awoke Suzy was changing my diapers which I had apparently wet and instead of sucking my thumb I was now sucking a pacifier. She was giggling at my laughably small baby dick. “It’s like a thimble!!” My face reddened with embarrassment. “I mean I’ve seen inch worms bigger than your shrimp dicklet!” Humiliated from her comments, I began to sob in shame. “Is baby sad because he doesn’t have a big boy’s dicky wicky?” She cruelly mocked as she taped up my diaper. "Just be thankful I convinced Eric and Melissa not to mention this to your mother." I guess that was a something positive. I mean if my mom ever found out about what happened today she'd probably keep me in diapers all year.
- "It’s a good thing there were a couple extra diapers in your back pack. You obviously need them," she said as she taped up my new diaper. I spit out my pacifier. "Suzy..." I started trying to explain what happened and save some dignity. "Don’t! I just got off the phone with Brandy and she tells me that not only did you wet your pants like a little baby, but you tried to tell her and the nurse a lie as well! Is that true?" "Well..." I tried to think of something to say, but couldn’t. "Come on now. You’ve gotten yourself in enough trouble already. Now tell the truth." So I did. I told her the whole thing. I told her about Brandy beating me up and making me wet my pants (though not about me egging her on), I told her about Vince, and I even told her about the bus ride home. By the time I was finished I was crying again.
- "I suppose you want someone to cuddle you and tell you everything’s going to be all right," Suzy said coldly. That was exactly what I had wanted. "What a sissy you are!" Now I was even more embarrassed for having told her everything, since I hadn’t drawn the sympathy I had expected. "Is this what happens when your mommy isn’t around, huh? Who’s going to protect you from the big bad girls then? Maybe you should try to go to Eric and Melissa’s school, maybe your new little brother and sister can protect you. Is that what you want baby?" "No," I replied meekly. "And what are we going to do about wetting your pants? Do you need to be potty trained all over again?" she asked. "It was only a couple times?" I tried to argue. "Only a couple times? According to my calculations you’ve wet yourself MULTIPLE times in the past 24 hours! Oh wait, two of those times don’t count, because you were frightened by a girl and couldn’t help yourself, right?" she said sarcastically.
- "Really Tommy, I don’t know you're gonna do. Your eighteen years old now. When are you going to stop being a sissy?" "I could take karate lessons or something," I said, trying to think of anything that would keep Suzy from branding me as an incurable sissy. "What, you want to pay to have other kids beat you up? Don’t you get enough of that from the girls at school?" I couldn’t believe she was being so mean. "No Tommy, you’re just like your father. You’re a natural born sissy, aren’t you?" She sounded exasperated. Like I deserved to be bullied. Like I was hopeless.
- "You know, I’ll bet even little Melissa could beat you up." I cringed. "No she couldn’t," I replied weakly, not at all sure that I was right. "Are you sure about that peter pampers? I’ll tell you what Tommy, I’ll give you one last chance to prove you’re not a total sissy. If you can beat your soon-to-be little sister in a wrestling match, then I’ll overlook all the little accidents you’ve had today and you can take off your diapers and your pretty pink sweatshirt and pretend to be a real boy, and I'll personally make sure your mom never finds out about today. But if you lose, you’re going to stay in diapers until you can be properly potty-trained... and Melissa will be doing the potty-training." "What!" I screamed. "If you decide to decline, then I’ll make sure you stay in diapers for the rest of the school year, and tell your mom. It’s up to you."
- It seemed like a strange request, but Suzy loved doing things like this – I had seen her sadistic side before, although I honestly didn’t think she expected me to lose. I, on the other hand, was not so sure after all that had happened today. But what kind of boy would shy away from a girl four years younger than him? "Oh for Pete’s sake Tommy, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a 16 year old girl!" Suzy said, reading my mind. "OK," I finally replied, convincing myself that I couldn’t possibly lose a wrestling match with little Melissa, and certainly not wanting to just voluntarily spend the rest of the school year wearing Pampers. "All right then sport, lets go downstairs and see what kind of boy you are," Suzy said, helping me out of bed and leading me out of the room. "Don’t make me go down there like this," I pleaded, still wearing just my diapers and Minnie Mouse sweats. "You’ll get to take them off soon enough," my mom replied. "I certainly don’t expect you to lose to little Melissa."
- Melissa and I stood in the living room facing each other while Suzy and Eric looked on. Eric was having the time of his life coming up with new nicknames for me. "That a boy Tommy Tinkle Panties! You can do it Diaper Butt! Show us what a big girl you are Princess Pampers!" I tried to ignore it, thankful that I was wrestling his sister and not him. Just as I was about to make my move Melissa slapped me in the face. "Hey, she can’t do that!" I shouted, looking over at Suzy. I got slapped again. "Awe, is crybaby going to wet her diapers," Melissa taunted me. "Oh, stop acting like such a sissy," Suzy said, as Melissa slapped me a third time. Her slaps were hard for a girl her age, and to my great embarrassment I found my eyes starting to water. "She’s going to cry!" Eric shouted with glee. I charged at Melissa and with a hard shove she knocked me down on my diapered butt. "I can’t believe this," I heard Suzy say.
- More angry than embarrassed this time, I jumped up and charged at Melissa again. This time we locked hands and I found myself playing mercy with her. At first we just stood there with our fingers locked, neither one of us moving as Eric cheered on his sister. After a few seconds I felt Melissa slowly bending my fingers back and forcing me to my knees. Melissa was almost the same size as me, but I had never imagined she was as strong as me, or as I was finding out now, even stronger. I tried to pull my hands away, but couldn’t, and soon found myself on my back with my hands pinned to the floor and Melissa sitting on top of me. Sitting on top of me she began to thrust on top of my ass. “If this was prison, you’d be my bitch,” she teased as she continued to bounce up and down on my ass as if to hump me. With each thrust my ass diaper butt crinkled. “You should get a strap-on and really give it to her” Melissa sneered. I was mortified as Suzt just sat there smiling down at me. I could see Eric over her shoulder looking down at me. "Oh my God, I can’t believe my little sister beat you up, dude!" Melissa put her knees on my shoulders so that she could let go of my hands and then tweaked my nose. "Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll have you into training panties in no time!"
- PART 15
- After the wrestling match, Suzy took me and Melissa to Target. On the car ride there I was made to sit in my old child seat which they brought out from storage. It was the largest size child seat available, and unfortunately it fit me perfectly. Melissa also made me suck a pacifier the whole ride there. When I tried to protest, Suzy told me that I had to obey Melissa from now on, because she was in charge of me now, and Melissa added "and just because you’re a baby doesn’t mean I won’t spank you little girl." Suzy giggled at Melissa’s comment and I just sat in my baby seat obediently sucking my pacifier, to much of a sissy to stick up to a 16 year old.
- Melissa made me hold her hand as we walked into the store and insisted that I keep my binki in my mouth. When we reached the baby section I was suddenly overwhelmed by the endless rows of diapers, knowing that I would be wearing them for as long as this little 16 year old girl wanted me to. I felt completely pathetic as I stood there holding her hands waiting for her to pick out some diapers for me, knowing that I was her little charge, and if I tried to pull away from her or protest she would probably pull down the diaper I was already wearing and spank me right there – and was strong enough to do it!
- "Well Tommy, do you prefer Huggies or Pampers? Or are you more the Luvs type?" I didn’t respond. "What’s the matter? Can’t talk with your baby binky in your mouth?" she laughed. "Hmm, let’s see... oh, these are the ones you like, right?" She grabbed a box of extra large Pampers for Girls off the shelf and held them in front of me. "See, they have the Minnie Mouse characters just like the dipies you’ve got on pwincess!" I blushed and looked around me to see if anyone was watching. To my chagrin I saw three pretty girls from my class watching the whole thing from the end of the aisle giggling and pointing. "Are those your friends Tommy? Why don’t you wave hi?" Melissa said. I didn’t do anything. "Now Tommy, you’re being very rude. You wave to your friends right now or I’m going to take down your little pwincess pampies and spank you on your wittle bottom, and I mean it!" She gave me a hard spank. It hurt quite a bit despite having a thick diaper to cushion the blow. Wracked with shame I weakly looked back at my laughing classmates and waved. This brought even more laughter and to my horror they began to approach.
- "Hi Tommy, watcha doin’?" a girl named Megan asked me. "Tommy’s been having a little trouble controlling his bladder, so we’re getting him some diapers to keep him nice and dry until he can learn to use the potty like a big boy," Amber answered. "Maybe you can help us pick out some," she added. "He seems to like the pink kind." "Well of course we’ll help you pick out your didees Tommy wommy," Jenny, another girl replied. "Those Minnie Mouse Pampers your little sister’s holding look pretty cute. Aren’t those what you were wearing today when Vince gave you that little spanking?" she asked, patting me on my diaper butt. "Ooh, I like these," Megan said, holding up a box of Huggies for Girls. These ones were mainly white, with a little pink at the top and Muppet Babies around the waistband. There was a toddler girl on the cover wearing one and holding her arms up. "She looks just like you," Megan commented, pointing to the girl. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t yet died of shame. "I think Luvs are the best," said the third girl, Rebecca, holding a package of non-gender specific diapers. "I think just a big, plain white diaper on a baby is so cute!" "Well why don’t we just get all three," my mom said, "and you can wear a different diaper every day! Then when you get to school, you can show your nice friends here what kind of diaper you have on." I didn’t believe I was expected to respond at this point, so I just hung my head while they put my diapers into the cart.
- "What about training panties?" Melissa asked, bringing more giggles from the girls. "I get to potty train him," Melissa gloated. "Oh, I think you’ve got your work cut out for you," Megan laughed. "I don’t think Tommy’s ready to start his potty training just yet. We’ll stick to diapers for now." I looked up at my mom in disbelief, realizing that I would at least have to go through these three big packages of diapers before I could even begin wearing at least training pants.
- The girls followed us as Melissa finished up the mortifying shopping list: baby powder, baby wipes, more pacifiers, a bib, baby food, baby formula, and even a little rattle and a baby doll for me to play with! After we checked out the girls helped us carry the stuff out to the car, watched as I was put in my car seat, and then each gave me a kiss on the cheek before we drove off.
- As we drove home I sat in my car seat sucking my pacifier trying to come to terms with the fact that over the past 24 hours I had been transformed from an 18 year old teenager to a diaper wearing sissy, and there wasn’t a soul in town who didn’t know about it. Shamefully, I wet myself. I wasn’t even surprised, as I felt warm urine trickle into my thick diaper.
- Part 16
- As I sat in the back seat of the car in soaked diaper, which was becoming common occurrence, I realized we weren’t heading back to the house. I took my pacifier out. “Where are we going?” “Shut the fuck up sissy and suck that pacifier,” Suzy snapped. Melissa then crammed the piece of plastic back into my mouth. The damp feeling between my legs was starting to become unbearable. I turned to Melissa ”Will you please change my diaper Melissa?” “Shut up and suck your binki,” she said coldly. I didn’t know where we were going, but I had a bad feeling about it. “Here we are,” Suzy said as we pulled into the driveway of a house I’d never been to before. It was a large house, brick on all sides. Melissa unbuckled my car seat and ushered me out of the car. “Okay, have fun with Marcus, I’m sure Marcus would love to meet Tommy,” Suzy said as she pulled out of the driveway. “I’ll be back later to pick you up.”
- As we walked up the driveway toward the front door Suzy began to give me a run down of what was going to happen. It turned out her boyfriend lived in the house and she hadn’t had a chance to see him in a while. She went to school with him and loved him. Her sounded like a nice guy who might take mercy on my sorry sissy state. However, she didn’t tell me was that her boyfriend Marcus, was a sadist.
- Marcus answered the door. He smiled and greeted Melissa with a deep kiss. “It’s good to see you too babe. It’s been a while....who the fuck is this? he said as he glanced at me. Thickly diapered and dressed as a sissy. I could see thick string muscles tensing through his shirt. His big black biceps were bigger than ever; he was not only in shape but also looked stronger than anyone I had ever seen. His eyes narrowed in on me as I followed them into the house. “Let’s cut to the chase. Marcus likes to be a dom and it would be so hot –for both of us- for him to humiliate you while we fuck.” “So how is this going to go?” I asked. “Well I figured...he’ll fuck me while you watch in the corner” I could hardly believe how serious she was as she took Marcus by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She started stripping, slowly. She seductively unbuttoned her bright pink blouse and lifted it over her head. Her supple breasts bounced in her bra. She then unzipped her skintight jeans and lowered them onto the floor, revealing a lace white thong that hugged the curves of her ass. She undid the back of her bra. I was so aroused by the vision of beauty. Her tanned, long silky smooth legs went on forever, and her ass was firm and rounded. “Eyes on the floor you pathetic shitstain” She shot at me. She was really good at this humiliation part, I thought to myself, it’s feels so real. She then began to take Marcus’s shirt off. His big black body was perfectly sculpted. Hulking biceps, dominant delts, and a six-pack were on full display. She unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers to the floor and I was stunned. I knew my cock was tiny in comparison to most guys, but he had a huge cock it was practically six inches long. He wasn’t even hard yet, but he was twice as big as I was down south. “Oh I almost forgot how big you were Marcus this is going to be fun,” she seductively whispered. She then got down on her knees and began to suck his cock. All I could here were gags and slurps and she sucked down his massive pipe, which now appeared to be nine inches long! “Oh yeah bitch suck my dick” He then turned to me, laughing and exclaimed “You like watching? You’re a pathetic motherfucka, seriously, I’d never let me woman do that.” His words stung. I shifted and squirmed in my wet diaper, I was sure I was going to have the worst case of diaper rash. “Now look here little man, I want you to shit yourself.” “What?” I asked shocked by such a request. “You heard him bitch,” Melissa said taking a break from sucking. “Listen, I’m stronger than you, I’m bigger than you (he said as he gestured down toward his enormous cock), and I’m more of a man than you and just for that little outburst I think you need to be reminded of your place. Now look, there can only be one man in this room and it’s me” I looked up at Melissa her head nodded in agreement. “So, to remind you of your place I want you to shit yourself.” “Fuck you” I snarled.
- He gestured Melissa to stop and he walked toward me. Marcus slapped me across the face, hard. “I was gonna let you get changed afterwards but I don’t think so anymore. SHIT in them NOW” His eyes fiercely narrowed in on me and I knew he wasn’t kidding. I turned to Melissa and saw her giggling. “Do it sissy” she said. “You heard Marcus, soil yourself.” I looked down at my feet. “You better do it or Marcus will beat your ass,” She snapped. Don’t think I won’t you sissy bitch.” Marcus said. Hesitantly, I began to push my backdoor and dirtied my diaper, my face burning bright red with humiliation as my diaper began to sag. I heard a click. Marcus had just taken a picture of me, in the dirty diaper that was uncomfortably stationed on my ass. Laughing “oh my god this is terrific Marcus” Melissa exclaimed as she also began to take several snap shots of my dawning the diaper on her phone. “Now get the fuck out of here and wait for us to finish.” Banished from the bedroom I made my way out. “Oh and don’t you dare think of taking that diaper off, in fact if I see you without it I’m going to forward all of these pictures to everyone you know. I waited outside in the hallway wearing a dirty diaper as I heard screams of pleasure coming from the bedroom. There was nothing I could do but sit in my mess and hope for a diaper change soon.
- PART 17-WARNING FORCED BI HUMILIATION
- My diaper was full and beginning to sag. “Please Master Marcus, may I have a diaper change,” I begged, squirming in my sagging, crinkling prison. “Awww look at him he’s so pathetic I say you make him pay for a change,” Melissa teased. “I think your step-sister has a point, you should pay for your diaper change faggot,” Marcus sneered. “But what should your payment be?” Marcus paused for a moment, when a malicious grin stretched across his face. “Alright, bitch if you want your diaper changed you’re going to have to suck my dick. That’s the price of fresh diaper.” Melissa erupted in laughter, “Oh Marcus that’s so humiliating!! I mean it’s one thing to make him suck a strap-on or something, but a real cock!! Now that’s humiliating,” I could tell the thought of my humiliation was turning them both on as Melissa let out a soft moan of pleasure. My full diaper sagged uncomfortably with my squishy mess. “Well bitch what’s it gonna be?” Marcus asked, his eyes narrowed in on me, “Because you’re not getting changed until my dicks been sucked.” His stern voice told me he wasn’t joking. “Fuck you Marcus,” I said. I reached to untape my diaper. Marcus slapped my hard across the face, “Don’t even think about touching that diaper sissy fag.” He hit me again, his strong the bitch slap stung badly. His muscular hand slammed into my face again and again. Tears began to well up in my eyes. Finally, he stopped and glared down at me fiercely. I paused and realized he was dead serious; the only way out of my dirty diaper would be by sucking and slurping his massive member. I had no other choice but to comply with Marcus’s sadistic, humiliating desire. “Fine, I’ll do it if it gets me out of this diaper,” I said. “I’m sorry, what’ll you do to get out of that diaper, fagboy?” “I’ll suck your dick for a diaper change,” I said sheepishly. “Good,” Marcus said as he unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor, revealing his long, thick black cock. It bobbed up and down gently as he stripped off his pants. “On your knees faggot.” Obediently, I got down on my knees. Looking up, I saw his powerful, muscular body towered over me.
- Staring up nervously at the massive head of his cock, inches in front of my face, I gulped hard and shook my head frantically, hoping to dissuade him from his humiliating plan. Reaching forward, he placed his hand on the back of my head, to guide me towards his monstrous dick. “Better get used to sucking cock bitch because no woman is ever gonna have anything to do with you,” Melissa snickered. Her biting words stung me, making me want to cry. I looked up at Marcus with a sad, pleading expression. By contrast, he looked down at me with an evil smile of smug confidence and power, a man fully in control and used to having his way. “She’s right shitstain,” he snarled as he pulled my head closer until my pink lipstick covered lips were pressing against the big, bulbous head of his enormous cock. Refusing to submit any further to this degradation, I kept my lips tightly closed to deny him the satisfaction. “Oh come on now, I thought you wanted out of that dirty diaper? Besides you really do want to suck my nice big cock, don’t you faggot?” he taunted cruelly. “No,” I responded, with defeat echoing in my voice. “Say ahhh sissy bitch,” Melissa commanded. I had no other choice. Sullenly, I submitted and opened wide.
- “That’s a good sissy,” Marcus said as he slid his massive 9-inch black cock in my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could as he shoved his dick past my pink lips, cramming it all the way in until it bottomed out against the back of my throat. I squealed in shock, gagging desperately, but both of them just laughed at my plight with great amusement. “Awww is it too big bitch?” Melissa cruelly taunted. I could feel it throb in my mouth as he shoved it way down my throat, and began thrusting in and out of my mouth. “I just have to get this on camera,” Melissa exclaimed and ran off to grab her camera.
- Marcus chuckled while he slowly pumped his dick in and out. My eyes began to water as I gagged on his dick. “Yeah you little sissy suck my dick.” He began to thrust his cock harder and harder down my throat, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was doing something else, but the taste of his salty pre-cum was a constant reminder that I was doing dick. “I’m back, hope I didn’t miss too much,” my wife said in a gleeful voice. His balls slapped wildly against my chin while his cock banged against the back of my throat. I shut my eyes, and tried to hold back the tears of shame.
- “Open your eyes and look at me bitch,” Marcus demanded. Tears streamed down my face, but I opened my eyes. “That’s right. Cry like the baby you are. I’m glad we put your little sissy crybaby ass in diapers. I’ve baby sat little girls tougher than you,” Melissa cruelly taunted. I cried harder. “Yeah take a good look at your Master. I own your ass now bitch, hell I even own your ability to shit. I mean you’re pathetic. You can’t even get a diaper change without another man's permission.” I tried to respond to his taunts and keep some of my dignity, but his massive dick was jammed down my throat. “What’s that faggot? I couldn’t really here you with my cock in your mouth,” Marcus cruelly teased. Melissa giggled hysterically as he shoved my face down on his dick until my nose hit his stomach. “Oh my god sissy, you can really swallow a pipe.” Kneeling before him, I was forced to suck on the fat cock as he held my head in place and moved back and forth with his strong, muscular hips. I heard a squeal of excitement from Melissa. “That’s right, suck the big cock faggot,” Melissa said from above me. I blushed deeply as she kept up a steady stream of humiliating comments about my performance.
- “Use your tongue Sissy!” Melissa taunted. “That’s right, suck it like it was you wittwle ba-ba.” “There you go, that’s it, take it all the way in.” Melissa maliciously teased. Her words were stung while she filmed me swallowing Marcus’s massive cock. “Really wrap those lips around my dick, that’s it,” Marcus chimed in.I could see a ring around the base of his massive cock representing the farthest extent that I had been able to take it in. His dick filled my mouth completely, stretching my cheeks wide as it plunged in and out.
- “Wow sissy seems like someone has done a good job training that gag reflex?” Marcus said as he slapped my face. I didn’t know what was more humiliating, having Melissa’s boyfriend jam his big black dick down my throat so I, an 18 year old man, could get my diaper changed or having Melissa there next to me, documenting the whole ordeal. “If only people from high school could see you now,” he said as he placed one hand on his hip and left the other one on the back of my head to guide my rhythm. “But then they will see you just as soon as I make prints of these photos.” Looking up, I saw Melissa snapping another shot of me with my mouth full of fat cock. My faced burnt bright red with shame. “Smile for the camera, sissy,” Marcus laughed, “but then, it must be a little hard when you’ve got my big cock stuffed in your mouth.” They laughed again and I wondered when they would ever stop tormenting me. My jaws were getting sore from having been stretched for so long and at last, Marcus pulled it out of my mouth. He looked down at me with a menacing grin. He then slapped me in the face with his massive erection, dribbling pre-cum across my face. Melissa shrieked with laughter and snapped a picture of Marcus cock-slapping me. His thick manhood hit my face again. Marcus laughed as he took his manhood and hit me again and again. My face blushed with humiliation and pain. Finally, he stopped, and again he jammed his dick down my throat and began thrusting in my mouth.
- “Suck it sissy,” my step-sister gleefully chimed in “really wrap your lips around it you filthy cocksucker.” Marcus grabbed the back of my head with both his hands forcing me to deep throat his cock. I could barely breathe as my head bobbed up and down on his dick. “Oh yeah,” Marcus moaned as I could feel his cock expanding in my mouth I knew what was coming. “Here comes the money shot,” Melissa exclaimed excitedly. Suddenly, Marcus pulled his massive dick out of my mouth and came all over my face. His knees buckled as he sprayed his warm sticky cum across my face. I could hear Melissa's cackling laughter. “What a little fag boy!! I can’t believe I ever thought of you as a man!!” The warm globs of Marcus’s cum began to drip down my chin. I moved to clean his massive wad off my face, but he stopped me. I looked up to see Marcus triumphantly standing over me. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare wipe my cum off your face bitch, I want you to wear it as a reminder of who the boss is around here,” Marcus bellowed. “You look lovely with Marcus’s dick snot all over your face,” Melissa said mockingly. “Be thankful Marcus only asked for head. He can bend you over and ram it up your ass anytime he wants. But I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? I bet if he slammed your ass you’d cum like the big sissy faggot you are,” she said in a biting tone. He swatted my diapered butt hard. “Alright bitch, go get your diaper changed,” Marcus sneered. With the sagging disposable diaper crinkling between my thighs and Marcus’s cum load smeared across my face, Melissa took me by the hand and led me to the changing table for the new diaper I had earned.
The Diaper Sissy Story: Parts 5-17
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