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pantiesandpamperssissy: “Hey mom. This is Chrissy. Chrissy, this is mom. And my sisters Lara and Laura. Sisters, Chrissy.”Tom had been nervous introducing his girlfriend to his mom. She’d always been controlling; she said it was because she was a single mom and had to play both roles while raising Tom and his twin sisters, who were two years older. She’d been pissed, hurt when he went to college 8 hours away. “Don’t understand it when there’s a nice junior college right here,” she’d whined. “It was good enough for your sisters.”He hadn’t come home for Thanksgiving, hadn’t come home for Christmas. “Enjoying college too much, mom.” But now for a weekend in March he was bringing Chrissy, the drop-dead sophomore college girl he’d been dating four months. His mom had been curt on the phone when he told her he was bringing a girl on the trip.“Well. As long as you know you two aren’t sleeping in the same room. I have rules in this house.”That was fine. But he needed to show her he was his own man now, striking out in the world. And now he’d introduced mom to his girlfriend. “Great to meet you, Chrissy. Tom, do your dear old mom a favor and go grab your panties off the clothesline.”His sisters burst out laughing. Chrissy looked confused. Tom stared jaw open, long blinks. “Your panties.” How often had he heard that phrase growing up. They weren’t panties in the traditional sense. They were plastic panties. And they were used whenever his mom had used diaper discipline on him, which had been often. Another reason he’d been so happy to get eight hours away. Still silence. “Tom. I spoke to you. I said can you please go get your panties off the clothesline. Gonna need them this weekend.”Finally Chrissy spoke. “Tom, um, what is she talking about. Panties?”“Oh, heavens,” mom said. “Tom didn’t tell you? Well, I’ve gotten some disturbing reports from Tom’s professors about Tom’s grades and so now that he finally thought he could give his family a weekend, I figured we’d revisit what we used to do. Diaper punishment. And if you have diapers, you have plastic panties. I wanted to make sure Tom’s were all clean before you guys came but they’re hanging out back and need to be brought in. Tom, why don’t you bring Chrissy and show her your panties.”Tom wanted to melt. Wanted to die. He felt frozen in space as his sisters kept laughing. Chrissy wanted to flee. Her 19 year old boyfriend….diapered? Pantied? What the hell was happening here. Finally his mom acted and took the stupefied sissy by the elbow, then grabbed his hand and pulled him along toward the back door. At the door she turned and beckoned, “Come on, Chrissy, come help us get his panties down.” As she approached the door, Tom’s mom reached in back of his pants and pulled up his boxers, giving him a wedgie. “We will have you out of these soon enough, sweetie,” followed by a possessive pat on his rump.Tom had gone mute as his mom marched him to the back and he saw his plastic panties. His panties. He moaned and his mom magically produced a pacifier and stuffed it into his mouth while Chrissy continued to stare in amazement. Wait till she told her sorority sisters about this one. And it wouldn’t really damage his standing on campus. She had a weird feeling her boyfriend was not returning to school anytime soon. His mom made him take down each one and fold it “nice and neat like I like you to do,” she told him. “Treat them with the respect they deserve for protecting your clothes and my furniture.” Chrissy couldn’t believe the size of the panties. She envisioned her boyfriend in diapers, the plastic panties over them, sucking on his stupid pacifier. Tom’s mom took him in and easily commanded him down to the living room floor. It was stunning, Chrissy thought, seeing a 5-foot-5, 125-pound 45-year-old woman easily drag down a 6-foor-4, 220-pound supposed stud. Now the pants came off. Then the boxers. It was the first time Chrissy was seeing her boyfriend’s, well, cock? About an inch. Maybe? he’d always been shy when she tried initiating sex, saying he wanted to wait a bit more. Now she saw why. Christ, his mom was saving her. “Naughty, naughty,” the insane woman now said after seeing his cock. “You KNOW this is supposed to be clean shaven at all times. We’ll take care of that this weekend but let’s get you into your Pampers first.” The sissy was bawling now on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling, sucking on his pacifier, the woman who had controlled him forever again forcing him into thick diapers while his sisters mocked him as always and his girlfriend stared in horror and amusement. His mom now rubbed the front of his diapers and he moaned in pleasure. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Chrissy said and his mom replied, “If sissy is a good girl this weekend maybe he gets to make a cummie in his Pampers.”She stopped and grabbed the dreaded panties, moving them up his legs and fitting them just sow over his bulging diapers. All tucked away, just like he should be. No escape now, not for a properly diapered and pantied boy. Or girl.“There we go, my special little girl,” his mom said as the tears rolled down her emasculated son’s face. “Poopies and pee-pees go in here, right? Remember?”Chrissy had seen enough. She really didn’t need to see him in shitty diapers. The last sight Tom had of her was her ass as she walked out the door. Thank god she had driven so she could escape.“There there,” his mom said after Chrissy had left. “You don’t need her anyway. All you need is mommy and your sisters and your diapers. And your panties.”“Your panties.” That phrase again, Tom thought. He had believed he could escape his mom, his fate. “Your panties.” My panties, he thought. My panties. My diapers. My panties. My destiny. He bawled some more. -- source link