The Diaper Sissy Story: Parts 5-17

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  1. Part 5
  3. 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.
  5. 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."
  7. Part 6
  9. 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.
  11. 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.
  13. "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."
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  17. Part 7
  19. 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.
  20. "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.
  22. Part 8-(My Personal Favorite)
  24. 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.
  26. "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.
  28. 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?"
  30. 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.
  32. "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.
  34. "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.
  36. 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.
  38. Part 9
  40. 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.
  41. 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."
  43. 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.  
  45. Part 10
  47. 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.
  49. "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.
  51. “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.
  53. 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.  
  55. Part 11
  57. 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.
  59. 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.
  61. “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.
  63. PART 12
  65. "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.
  66. "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?"
  68. Part 13
  70. 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.
  72. 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.
  74. Part 14
  76. 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.
  78. "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.
  80. "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 
  82. "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 
  84. "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."
  86. 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."
  88. 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.
  90. 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!"
  92. PART 15
  95. 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.
  97. 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!
  99. "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.
  101. "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.
  103. "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.
  105. 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.
  107. 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.
  109. Part 16
  111. 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.”  
  113. 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.
  115. 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.
  117. 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.
  121. 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.    
  123. 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.
  125. “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.
  127. 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.
  129. “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.
  131. “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.
  133. “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.
  135. “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.
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