pantiesandpamperssissy:“I like diapers and diaper dares.”Such an innocent first message,
pantiesandpamperssissy:“I like diapers and diaper dares.”Such an innocent first message, as it often is for diaper perverts. But then things progress. And daddy takes control.Eventually you lay there on the ground in your humiliating diapers, thicker and more crinkly than you could have ever imagined. And so much more babyish. Every time the crinkly undergarment is taped on you, a tiny bit of your manhood evaporates some more. An emasculated bedwetting and diapered pansy. That’s what your diapers announce. It was fun wearing them once a week for a few hours. But now it’s 24 hours. Seven days a week. 365 days a year. For the rest of your life. Diaper prison. You are now, for all intents and purposes, incontinent of bladder and bowel. That was the sad verdict delivered by your doctor when your daddy marched you into the office in your wet and messy diapers. Everyone saw you waddle in and heard the receptionist ask your daddy “do you need somewhere to change his Pampers before seeing the doctor,” and daddy said no, the doctor needed to tell the slut exactly what he was now. The other mothers smirked, sneered or outright laughed as you looked around helplessly and daddy simply patted your diapered ass.And days like this daddy sets up a computer by your head and as you lay there sucking on the pacifier like a mindless wimp, you see daddy posting your pictures online and watch as the likes and the reblogs add up and up and up. You moan while watching and daddy moves down and starts rubbing your diapered crotch. He smells you and knows you have again filled your diapers. “There you are, sissy. Look at everyone spreading your pictures. Everyone will see now. You are no longer a man. Maybe you never were but you were at least pretending. Now you are a diapered slave. That’s your identity. You wear and use Pampers and everyone knows it. Pathetic, right?”You moan, wishing, praying you could cum but those days are gone too since daddy locked your worthless cock away and rarely releases you. Then daddy helpfully recaps the day’s events.“Remember earlier, sissy? When the garbage men rolled up and you waddled out in your diapers and sucking a pacifier to take it out? And they laughed and laughed? And asked you if you had any dirty Huggies in there? How did it feel to know real men who fuck and drink and play sports saw you as your true self, as a pathetic diaper pansy who will never ever be allowed out of his diapers? Huh? Made your little clit leak and ache, right? Think of all the people they told about you. So many people now know what you are. They know your address and know a diapered slave lives there. Whoa, whoa. Stop moaning. No cummies for sissy babies, not for a long time.” The sissy just kept staring at the computer as the likes and reblogs added up. 15 of them. Then 25. Then 50. Then 100. There was no turning around now. I like diapers and diaper dares he had said. But now he was an exposed diaper slut. Outed in diapers. Permanent, no-take-backs exposure. Full face. Full diapers. Happy now? -- source link