pantiesandpamperssissy: “Okay, well, I gotta get going. Business trip to France. So, listen, I
pantiesandpamperssissy: “Okay, well, I gotta get going. Business trip to France. So, listen, I’ll DEFINITELY come by and say hi to Billy sometime, for sure. But, um, well, otherwise, guess this is goodbye.” With that Sarah gave Mrs. Johnson a hug. Took one last look down at her former boyfriend Billy, chuckled, and walked out the door. Ta-da! A diapered, regressed, bottle-sucked, babified loser left in her wake.It was his own fault. Like, what was she supposed to do when he first broached one of his fantasies to her? That he liked diapers and being treated like a baby. She was so supportive vocally. Of course that was fine! Of course she would play along for awhile! Then he said he fantasized about being incontinent and she said, huh, really. That’s kind of out there. And being ridiculed for being a diaper baby. Freaky. So she decided no, this wasn’t the guy for her. She needed a man. A man who could, like, fuck her, you know? Take care of her? Like a man? Not a diaper baby?But she decided to toy with him first. He insisted it was fantasies he wanted to keep private but she pushed and pushed and pushed and, like with most men, it just took some manipulation of his cock to push him where she wanted. He wanted to be incontinent? Okay. Piss the bed when they stayed at his mother’s house. Plant the seed. He was like all no, no, no, but as she rubbed him in bed and toyed with his cock he eventually relented. That started it. Then had him explain to his mom how he’d been having these accidents and doctors were looking for answers. Few trips later back to his mom’s, they made a show of announcing he was in nighttime diapers now for the bedwetting. Had him crinkling around at bedtime. On that same trip she made him poop his pants while they were at his nephew’s baseball game. Embarrassing! And just another sign of something wrong but doctors just don’t know what! Next trip home: Full-time diapers, “until we can figure this out,” Sarah said sympathetically, patting his diapered rump in full view of his mom, who was SO worried about her son but also trying to help. “If you need, um, changing, Billy, let me know. Moms never lose that skill! Or I guess cleanup too I could help you in the bath.”It had spiraled out of control for the diapered fairy but there was no going back now. Because, jeez, he actually was starting to lose control, lol. Poor idiot. Eventually on trips back to his mom’s she showed off the babying. “His shrink said this might help him cope,” she explained while bottle feeding him on the couch in front of his mom, rubbing his hair, blatantly checking his diaper to see if he’d gone peepee or poopoo. “He’s mentally struggling with being incontinent so maybe some regression therapy could help.” That’s how Sarah ended up helping his mom spoon feed him baby food one day. “I know, seems like this isn’t helping but doctor insists!” Again the babified wimp was too far gone to stop anything.Finally one day when his mom helped her with a poopy diaper change, his mom gasped at the cock cage Sarah had put on him. She explained how the doctor said he had to focus on his recovery and trying to get out of diapers and his “newfound” masturbation addiction with his Pampers was stunting that. “Let’s just hope it works,” Sarah said, but assured his mom she was still getting cock elsewhere now. “A woman has needs, as you know.”Now, the final stage. He’d lost his job, owing to his mental feebeleness and total lack of control of his bowels and bladder. She’d basically turned him into a permanent adult baby. His mom could spend tens of thousands of dollars on doctors and therapy and try to get him healed mentally and physically. Potty train him, unregress him, if there was such a thing. Or, she could just invest in diapers and baby stuff and treat him like the baby he’d be forever. That’s what Sarah explained as she watched him suck his baba in his pissy diapers and onesie on his mom’s floor. His mom agreed. She’d take care of her diapered fag of a son. There’d be no women for him. No grandkids for her. Nothing but diapers and the life of a big baby.And Sarah was off to find a real guy. -- source link