“Hello baby.”Mark sighed. It was the 335th time he’d received that exact message from an online “mom
“Hello baby.”Mark sighed. It was the 335th time he’d received that exact message from an online “mommy.” They were all fake. “I like diaper boys and plastic panties too,” the “mommy” typed. “Thick diapers for diapers and men.” It was barely coherent. The first time he actually fell for it and messaged with the “mommy” for like an hour before realizing something was amiss. Wait, this person lived in Indiana? But didn’t know a single town there? So he stopped messaging. But the messages would keep coming over and over and over again. He quit responding eventually. So he ignored this one. Then the “mommy” wrote again. “Hello baby.”Again he ignored it. Christ, these fake mommies.“Hello baby Mark. I am going to keep you in diapers and skirts forever and expose you to everyone.”WHAT? He didn’t type back. Surely this must be a weird bot and just randomly threw out names, knowing eventually it would be right.“You are going to be my baby. I am going to make you divorce your wife Laura and have you in humiliating diapers forever and you will be walking around in public in diapers and skirts and boys and girls will laugh at you and point you and laugh at your Pampers and you will be the most embarrassed sissy in the entire world.”That’s how the messages had started. And, a year later, sure enough, Mark found himself traipsing up the steps toward a tourist attraction in Europe, thickly diapered, plugged, incontinent, wearing a skirt, sissified, being laughed at and giggled at by kids and teens, men and women. The fake “mommy” had turned out to be an all-too-real online domme from Romania with a shaky grasp on English. She had indeed made him divorce his lovely wife. Had turned him into a diaper slut. Had exposed him to everyone and made him a 24/7 diaper pansy. Nothing fake about it after all. -- source link