Colleen turned on the camera and started her inquisition. A lawyer, she was used to deposing losers on video. Only this time the loser was her diaper-wearing husband Gary.
“Okay, Gary. Remember. No words. Just hold up your fingers. Like a baby. Now, how many years have we been married before you betrayed us with your diaper sissy sickness?”
Gary held up five fingers.
“Good. So truthful! How many times did you pay 200 dollars to your domme mommy you found online to humiliate you and force you into diapers and then make you poop them and walk around our local mall?”
Gary held up five fingers.
“Naughty baby. How many of your female co-workers did I send your poopy diaper photos to, princess? If you don’t remember it was Dawn, Jenny, Laura, Jaime and Debbie. How many is that, potty pants?”
Gary held up five fingers and the first tears began as he remembered the shocked emails from the women he’d called colleagues and friends, all of them replying to the pics of him in thick Pampers, girlie shirts and sucking on a pacifier. the anonymous email that sent them, set up by his wife, captioned the pics, “Do you girls mind if I go poopy in my big diapers in the office and if I do would you change me?” He was fired over email later that day, his boss telling him “your diaper perversions do not have space in this company.” He’d creamed his diapers the second he realized his wife had sent the pictures to the girls but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with the fallout.
“Good answer, diaper brain. How many of your cousins did I send the pictures of you lying down in messy diapers to? If you forgot it was Gina, Patricia, Nadine, Kris and Sara. How many is that?”
Gary held up his five fingers, remembering his phone pinging as the girls and their siblings and then his aunts and uncles and seemingly everyone in the family wanted to know what the fuck was happening. They’d all admired him over the years. Till the moment his wife sent them diaper pics from a secret account with each one captioned, “Do you think my Pampers make my butt look big?” Sara, the cousin he’d always loved hanging out with even though he always fantasized about her finding out about his diapers, was the most blunt, asking him if he “like, gets off wearing diapers or some shit?” Suddenly her finding out about his sissy diaper desires wasn’t so fun.
“Such a smart baby! Now how many places have I posted your diaper pictures so far?”
Gary held up five fingers, remembering his wife posting them to his vanilla Facebook account. And his vanilla Instagram. And his vanilla Twitter. And his vanilla Tumblr. And his vanilla Flickr.
“Okay, baby, we’re almost done, okay? Then we’ll get you into your dress and take you back to the mall okay? How many years did I say I am keeping you in diapers 24/7? So that you get everything you fucking fantasized about but will now dread. Permanent diaper dependency. Messy diapers forever. Pissy diapers forever. No escape from your diaper prison. You think I’m divorcing you and giving you half my money? No. You’ll have babysitters, and not just women, mind you. We’ll regress you to the point where you have to become a fucking ward of the state and be awarded nothing. So, baby, again, how many years did I say you will be my Pampers pansy?”
Gary held up five fingers. Colleen turned off the camera.
“Now baby, how many times do you think I’m going to make you poop in that diaper before we go to the mall?”
I had a story idea where a young man's rich father passed away, and leave his fortune to his son on the condition that the community votes that he's a strong upstanding, successful man in two years time.
His step mother and sisters, who have everything to lose/gain do everything they can to make him into the weakest little sissy baby they can...and they have a fortune at her disposal. If her plans work, her son in law will become the biggest cock-sucking, diaper-using sissy slut servicing everyone in the community for the rest of his life.
I really like this idea and setup! Thank you! I think the problem i run into though is: once the reason for diapering is established, how to i differentiate it from other stories by what he has to do?
I tend to feel like i’m repeating myself by having the main character hump his diapers, or be in chastity, or suck some cocks, etc.
Anyway, i digress. I really appreciate the input, i will try to work this into the pipeline and get it stewing for some interesting scenes.
As always, thanks for the ideas! If you can, try not to submit them anonymously so i can give you credit if it ever gets published!
"All gone!! Such a good wittle sissy drinking all his milkies!! Aww! Don't worry, baby! We'll get you more cummies later! I’m sure with how long your wife has been gone, she’s out there getting PLENTY more to bring home to you!! Now, do you want that stinky diaper changed? Hmm..maybe you need to rub the front and make a milky mess yourself, first!”
Hi, I’ve been following your blog for a while, and all I can say is wow! My partner and I have talked about a FLR 24/7 and I know he wants it, but he’s nervous to relinquish the little control he has left! So I am asking your advice on the best way to take control 24/7 and make him 100% submissive to me! In the future I’d also like to try cuckolding, how did Thomas come about in your relationship? Many thanks. And keep up the good work, your blog is amazing!
Chastity chastity chastity! Simple. You have to take away your partner’s favorite plaything. This has to be done carefully at fist though. There is a “breaking in” period with these devices. If one is too aggressive here then the sub will fly the coup. Let me explain further. Chastity takes some getting used to and there’s always the initial discomfort and irritation. Once you find the right cage for your sub he’ll stop complaining and gladly wear it for the FLR. This transition is tricky because there is some give on your part on the front side. Over time once the sub has acclimated to the chastity device, then I would start slowly extending “lock down time”. Either let him know your expectations for him directly for write him a brief letter/contract. Also make sure he has an emergency key for emergencies. This key must be in a sealed envelope and taped securely shut.
With that said, he should over time begin doing more around the house and then pleasuring Mommy or the “key holder” beyond just the occasional peck on the check. He should be making love to you in all sorts of new and special ways. I also suggest a strap on of your choosing to have him use on you. Do not repeat do not let him have possession of this device. No edging allowed! Desperate little boys will do things they’ve never done before to try to cum with their cage on. The strap on can be used on him by you but make sure it’s for milking only! DO NOT LET HIM EJACULATE UNDER ANY COSTS! This is akin to letting the air out of a tire. He’ll go flat and not worship you for about 1-2 weeks in my experience. Also you’ll notice his little pee pee will shrink the longer is stays locked up.
On a side note that I just love about chastity is it helps little boys pee their pampers like little girls. These handy prisons cut down on nighttime leaking from one’s pampers. Not all FLR pursue use of adult diapers but it’s a good idea especially in daytime since standing up to urinate like a big boy is now over. Pee pee just splatters and makes a mess coming from the cage. Your now chaste male will quickly learn to sit down on the toilet to go pee pee like a girl. I think chastity cage first followed by diaper training is the perfect combination to keep one’s sub truly submissive and terrified of being found out.
Mommy has always had to keep a close eye on Pissy’s help. I make it a point to get to know his “helpers at work” and quickly befriend them. Thomas has been by far the most eager of all. He also loves $$$! A chronic hustler who loves to gamble. Such a thrill seeker he is and so well endowed too. Mommy has plans for him later on but right now he’s my best ally at Pissy’s job to help keep him in line.
Author's Note: Please excuse some of the vulgar language in this one. There is a point, even if it's not a very good one. Also, no diapers in this story, sorry. I'm trying different things.
“Wake up, Snowflake!” said Cletus. His balding head hovering over my bed on the top bunk. “Time to catch us s’more faggets!”
My head was pounding. Images of last night’s antics blurring with my dreams--or what I hoped were dreams.
I looked outside, the sun wasn’t even up. “Why so early?” I grumbled, wiping sleep from my eyes.
“Got’er get duh traps set and get in duh blind...duh!” Cletus said, shaking his head like I was the dumbest person he’d ever met.
We put on our gear and headed outside. Everyone was sitting around the embers of last night’s fires and sipping coffee while sharing stories of their escapades from the night before. The naked sissies in the pen were snoring softly, their bodies huddled together closely for warmth.
“Gotta ‘bout 12 more out there by my count” said Jim-Bob. “These one’s left ain’t gon’ be as stupid or slow as those ones” He said, nodding to the pen.
“We’ll catch ‘em” Cletus said, “can’t letta buncha faggots outsmart us now can we?”
Everyone loaded up their dart guns and packs and we eventually set off Northwest. I had no clue what I was doing, but I didn’t want to let them know that.
We hiked for about half an hour as the sun broke over the horizon. The ground was still wet with dew and the birds were beginning to chirp. In another context, I could see how hunting for game could be fun. Being one with nature and watching it wake up in the morning.
“That’s human shit!” Chris called, kneeling down to examine the ground where a small pile of dung lay. The others rushed over to examine the pile of feces. “Look, there’s tracks!” He said, tracing them over the hill and into the forest.
We made our way through the dense brush. Following the path of broken sticks and layed-over shrubs until we came to a leafy area with a large hole in the center.
“Pit trap!” Cletus called, his belly bouncing as he hobbled over. He was breathing heavily from the 5-yard jog as he looked down into the hole. “Whoohoo! We got one boys!!”
The rest of the party of 8 rushed over to see what he meant. Sure enough, down at the bottom of the 10 foot hole was a trembling sissy in a cheetah print thong and matching ears.
The sissy was sniffling, but when he looked up he broke a half smile. “W-water please!” he croaked in a raspy voice. “Water!”
“I think the fagget’s thirsty!” Cletus said, smiling between his missing teeth as he began unbuckling his belt. It struck me that I’d seen this man do that too many times this weekend. He pulled out his short, chubby cock. “Open wide!” he called as he started peeing down the giant hole and onto the sissy.
The sissy cringed at first as the stream hit her in the forehead, then shrugged, and opened her mouth to catch the piss raining down at her. Whimpering and lapping it up like a starving kitten.
The other men around me laughed and started undoing their trousers as well. Circling up.
“C’mon rook!” Jim-Bob cheered, clapping me on the back with the hand he wasn’t using to hold his penis. “Help us give the fagget a bath!”
All of the men stood in a circle and started peeing on the helpless sissy. I stood there mouth agape. Not wanting to be the only weirdo to not pee on another human being. I pulled my cock out under the watchful eye of everyone else. Peer pressure is a helluva drug.
But I’ve always been a shy pisser.
“You gonna go or what, rookie?” one man said.
“J-just gimme a second…” I said nervously. Their banter and chortling not helping matters at all.
After about 2 mins of me standing there awkwardly with everyone’s dicks hanging out, Cletus finally said “Awww hell, let’s jus’ go. We ain’t got all day.”
Two men threw down a rope and hauled the slimy sissy out of the hole. Binding him up tight by his wrists and ankles to keep him from trying to run. “8-pointer.” One of them said after counting the number of painted fingernails, “We’ll call it in, ya’ll go on ahead”
We walked around for another hour or so. I was sweating and getting blisters inside my boots. Clicking the safety back and forth on my gun. Trying to think of ways to tell Chris I wanted to go back without the other guys hearing or judging.
Suddenly there were cheers and jeers coming through the forest. We hustled to see what it was.
Turns out, a sissy had been caught by a rope snare and was now hanging upside down by his ankle. The men were crowded around him in a circle, laughing at his whimpers as they swung him back and forth like a pinata at a birthday party.
“‘Ere ‘ere ‘ere!” One of them said, pulling out a metal device. He stopped the swinging of the sissy and grabbed her by the hair. Pinching her cheeks together and shoving the metal device between his lips. Others held the sissy still as the man strapped the device around his head. Finally, he cranked it, and the sissy’s mouth was forced open. Her eyes were huge in fear as the men started dropping their pants.
They took turns swinging the sissy around, trying to land her open mouth on each other's hard cocks like some sort of perverted pin-the-tail on the donkey. If the mouth landed around their cock, they would grab the back of her head and face fuck her. Tears and snot dribbled from her head to the ground below as the sissy sputtered.
“I gotta cum, throw’er’ to me!” One man grunted. Catching the helpless sissy and jerking his crooked cock until he jizzed all over her face.
One by one the other men did the same while our group all stood there and watched. It was so bizarre the way these men gloated and cheered each other on about being alphas while they fucked the little beta bitches they called “faggots.”
We moved on through the woods, looking for signs of movement or disturbance.
Leaves rustled in the distance, the whole party stopped and looked over, cocking their tranquilizer guns.
The brush was moving, swaying unnaturally, like something was behind it. All of us had our guns trained on it. Suddenly the figure darted out from behind cover, it was a large furry one, with a huge set of antlers.
“Just a deer.” The men said disappointedly, watching it scurry away without a second thought.
“Over here!” someone shouted. We all rushed over to the clearing where the call came.
In the middle of the open, there was a large barrel-like structure on what looked to be a giant tripod. Around it, the ground was littered by hard kernels of corn.
“They’re feeders,” Chris explained, “every couple hours or so it’s programmed to go off. The sissies get hungry, so it’s an easy way to lure them in and track ‘em.”
“We got two sets’er tracks here.” Cletus said, scratching his potbelly and pointing to the ground where the human footprints were. “One going North and one Wast”
“There’s more tracks heading North! Let’s all go that way!” someone said.
“Now, now, calm your horsies!” Cletus spat. “We gotta catch all of ‘em, otherwise we gotta pay these faggets if they make it to the end ‘o’ tomorrer. That means unless you all wanna be out a couple thousand we better find all of these queers and get ‘em back here!”
All of the men nodded and grunted to agreement.
“You three go North” Cletus said, “I’ll take Chris and the Rook out West”
No one felt the need to argue, just checked their guns for the 17th time and went on their respective way.
“See the way the toes are showing up but not the heel?” Chris asked me as we walked, pointing at the tracks, “That means they were running. You tend to run on the front balls of your feet. But right here? See how the arch and heel start to show up? That means they’re slowing down.”
We rounded a bend into another woody area. Cletus put his hand up, signalling for us to stop. “Right there!”
There was a sissy in the middle of the open with his hands up. He had fox ears on and a pair of matching panties.
“Please!!” His voice quivered and his arms shaking over his head, “Please! I don’t want to play this game anymore! I want out! Please! I’ll do anything you want!!”
Chris and I exchanged glances. Cletus put the barrel of his gun down and smirked, walking up to the sobbing sissy.
“Anything huh?” he mused, taking the sissies chin that was wet with her tears and raising it so she was forced to look at him. The sissy was shaking uncontrollably now in fear. Cletus hooked his brown, grubby thumb and forced it between the sissy’s whimpering lips. “Why don’t we see what that mouth can do?”
The sissy cringed with her eyes shut, but nodded reluctantly. Sucking Cletus’ stubby thumb like it were a dick.
Cletus chuckled as he unbuckled his pants for what seemed like the 100th time this weekend. He shoved the sissy down onto his knees and pulled out his short, fat, chubby cock, already dripping with precum.
The sissy looked revolted as she leaned forward, took him in her mouth and started servicing him.
Chris and I looked away, not really wanting to watch. If we had been we might have seen the sissy’s hand slowly reaching around Cletus and grabbing his gun.
Cletus’ eyes were too busy rolling in the back of his head for him to see. He didn’t notice until there was a dart sticking into his big, fat potbelly. He let out a wheezy groan before collapsing to the ground, snapping us from our reverie.
Chris and I tried to raise our guns at the sissy fox, but there was a thundering of footsteps and shadows behind us.
I turned around just in time to see the butt of a gun hit me square in the head, knocking me out cold.
This is an excerpt for a sort of different style of stories than I typically do. Trying to be a little more action packed. Unfortunately, due to the way the story is, it didn't make sense to include diapers. But if you're ok with reading an adventure/survival-type story with sissies vs. rednecks, this might be for you! Check out the rest on my Patreon.
It didn’t happen much anymore. Wives and kids and just general life commitments kept their schedules crammed. What used to be monthly Munches turned into ‘once a quarter’ to ‘once a year’ until finally it became ‘once in a blue moon’.
Finally though, after two and a half years, Gordon, Vern, Paul and Teddy got a night away. They each showed up carrying a large duffel bag or two, which they used to immediately change into their respective adult diaper, and onesie. They grabbed their favorite stuffed animal and beverage of choice and sat right down on the floor in Vern’s living room. Paul, now ‘Inky’, played with blocks and Gordie used Tonka trucks to run through the buildings Inky erected. Vern pushed beads through the loops of the wire ‘rollercoaster’ and Teddy toyed with train tracks.
“Wets pway Candy Waaand” Inky suggested, bringing out the same, beat-up old board game they played when they were kids. They took turns drawing cards while down on their tummies and pushing the little figures around to the corresponding colors. Making their way through Cupcake Commons to the Peppermint Pass. Teddy made it all the way to Licorice Lagoon, but then got sent back to the Lollypop Wood on his next turn. Still, Gordie was the one to finish last, so–as was tradition–he had to spend the rest of the night in a pink tutu and go by the name of “Sally Sue”.
Vern brought a box of Legos, and they each started assembling their own structure while talking about anything other than the stresses of life. Vern always liked to come up with his own, bizarre construction, while Inky stuck strictly to the printed directions piece by piece. But it was Teddy that wowed everyone with the spaceship he made, even though Sally Sue thought it resembled something more phallic…
Their time of innocence eventually progressed into more…risque adventures. Teddy was having a little too much fun on his tummy, and Inky put his arm around Sally Sue. Vern patted Teddy’s bottom encouragingly and eventually climbed on top of him from behind. All that could be heard over the sound of suckling pacifiers was Inky and Sally Sue clapping while Vern and Teddy grunted . Inky reached under Sally Sue’s tutu and rubbed the front of ‘her’ diapers as she watched. Eventually Sally Sue couldn’t take it anymore and turned to allow Inky to climb on top of her face to face. They looked into each other's eyes behind their paci’s as they wriggled their waists against each other. Teddy was the first to mess his diaper with a sticky load, but Vern quickly followed suit. They grabbed their bottles and watched the other two tangled up on the floor. Sally Sue desperately wanted to remove their diapers, or at least reach into it, but their wives had strict rules that if they were going to partake in these activities, their diapers stayed on and their hands stayed out. Somehow, Sally Sue managed to spurt just as Inky shot his own load into his diaper.
They each got up as if nothing happened. Still breathing heavily behind their pacies, they scooped up some Legos, and started building again.
When the night finally came to a close, they said their goodbyes and their “we should do this again sometime’s”. As they went back to their wives and their lives, they didn’t know when they’d get another chance like this, but they sure did hope it was soon.
This was the first Caption Commission for one of my Silver Patrons. For those that don't know, if you subscribe to my Silver Tier, you get a free custom caption every 3 months! I really liked this request for something much more innocent and playful, it's not something I'm used to writing.
“Wakey wakey sleepyhead! Remember how you were pestering me last night with telling me how you’re a big boy now and don’t need diapers anymore? Why don’t you have a quick look down at your diaper and tell me what you think now! I’ll assume by your stunned silence and look of defeat that you must realize you’re still a wimpy bedwetter and the only way you’re keeping the bed nice and dry is with a thick diaper between your legs. Hopefully this is a valuable lesson for you to never forget that I’m the mommy in this relationship and mommy is always right”
Craig didn’t know how or where she was getting them from, but his wife somehow managed to get babysitters who were more and more good looking. His first sitter, after she’d taken control of him, turned him into a diaper-wearing sissy, had been their old housekeeper, Olga, a 71-year-old Eastern European who had more facial hair than he did. She’d been rough with him, enjoying humiliating him, turning the tables on the man who used to bitch if he saw a dust bunny. She was hideous inside and out.
Then it’d been Marie, a 45-year-old single mom who had gone back to school to become a nurse and needed some extra cash. Marie had been kinder, but in her role she too eventually grew to enjoy humiliating Craig in his Pampers. She just couldn’t believe that a real man would allow this to happen.
For one night only she hired Billy, a 25-year-old gay coworker of hers who was into kinky things and didn’t mind watching Craig one night while his wife went on a date. That had been dreadful but his wife had told Billy “no hanky panky” so the young man had simply done his duties as a sitter, changing his diapers, spanking him once, giving him a bath and teasing him about being a cuckold. But overall it wasn’t too terrible.
But now, as his wife wheeled him into the nursery in his stroller/wheelchair after their walk to introduce him to his new sitter, he felt himself wetting his Pampers instantly out of fear.
“Here you go, sissy, your new sitter Maya! She’s 18, a freshman at the junior college and looking for some extra money. She says she can’t wait to babysit a Pampers-pooping princess like yourself. Awww, why is sweetie holding his hands up over his face. You embarrassed to be seen by a pretty girl like Maya? You should be, sweetie. What 35-year-old allows himself to be diaper-trained, regressed and feminized by his wife? Maya has said she is going to enjoy humiliating you, taking pictures, putting you online, inviting her friends over. Isn’t her body just amazing? Imagine being out by the pool in your swim diapers, all her friends over, you sitting in your playpen messing your diapees, sucking on your paci, and Maya comes out in her bikini for a dip in the pool? Awww, does baby wish he was still allowed erections? I tell you what, sissy, if you are really good, I will let you rub yourself in your Pampers in front of Maya later today, so you can show her what a big man you are. Show her how you make cummies for Mommy. Maybe she’ll even put them in a bottle for you and feed you while she strokes your hair.”
Maya finally smiled, picked up some of the giant baby’s ridiculous diapers and said, “Does sissy need a change?”