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Forced Feminization Fantasies
“The little guy is all tuckered out. I told him the only way his cage would come off is if he put on the diapers and baby girl outfits. Little guy spent the last 2 hours humping relentlessly in his Pampers. Getting all his built-up cummies out.
Now he’s left in a puddle of sticky shame. After he empties his little baby balls he immediately starts sobbing in his sheets. Like a drug addict that can’t help but relapse, the little guy just can’t stop himself from wanting to cum. He’ll do anything, even if it includes humping in huggies.
But if he has to dress like a sissy girl in order to make his sticky messes, then eventually he’ll start associating the two with each other. Soon he’ll be begging me for the diapers. Begging me to dress him like a baby girl just so he can get his little rocks off.
He knows that if he wants out of his outfit he has to go back in his cage, so he may just decide to stay in his outfit alltogether. Soon he will be my permanent baby girl. One pathetic little sissy spurt at a time.“
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With all of the layers my little diapered pee pee can’t feel a thing. The first layer under my dress..
And under my onesie is my Princess Pink diaper.
And under my Princess diaper is…
Another diaper..and underneath my double diapers, onesie and dress is…
My adorable little pee pee! Babies are not supposed to pleasure themselves, so I can’t do that either.
Now, look at you two sissy pansies! Aren’t you glad I found you a sissy friend, Candy! You both look so effeminate in those frilly petticoats. Yes, I can see this is going work! You do so enjoy it when you can stop trying to be men at the weekends. Right, let’s make those behinds as rosy as those painted lips of yours and then you can do all the your kissy-kissies and do happy endings.
Wow! I can’t believe I’m letting a diaper boy touch me. You must be so exited. You probably love boobies right?
Well I’ll show you them if you take off that diaper. You can even suck on them if you want.
Why not? I know it’s small. That’s fine with me. I like cute little dicks. Maybe I’ll even play with it if you show me.
There he is! Such a cute little guy. Aww he’s so soft, it’s almost like he’s hiding all scared. Don’t worry little baby dick. You don’t have to worry about pleasing a vagina. I know that’s not what you do. How about some baby oil and a little teasing instead? Do you like titties?
Decided I would take a stab at doing males.
When women realized they didn’t need men for reproductory purposes, a few things changed. First among them, the dependence for survival.
It was shocking how quickly the world changed when they made the realization. Among the changes was an admittedly niche (well, to start anyway) market developing for women looking to satisfy their primal nurturing desire. Thus the trade began for male specimens. I think it plays into our centuries of oppression, wanting to physically dominate men, but who am I to say, I just sell em’.
This used to be my boyfriend, well… they all are until they realize I am involved in the market, but its far too late at that point. Some controllers (what they call those of us who prepare them for sale) make it slow, gradual. I do not have the time or patience for these inferior little things, so I prefer a more… advanced approach. Just yesterday he was able to evade capture to see me, and today, well.. that ludicrously stinky diaper should tell you everything you need to know.
A soft whimper emanated from the crib
“Oh, he’s awake”
“Is that a problem?” the buyer questioned
“Ha, from this thing? Subject 731, Show Mommy what a good boy you are”
A series of panicked noises quickly escalating to a long drawn out fart emanated from the crib, followed by a gentle sob.
“Awww” the buyer said near overcome with surprise
“And I can have the full command list?”
Nodding I passed her the laminated paper. She flipped through absentmindedly stopping on the last page, marked in red.
“Front too please? Thats a code?”
Without so much as a moments hesitation the pathetic diapered boy let out a cry of pleasure, pumping a thick, intense load into the front of his incredibly messy diaper.
“I usually reserve that one for special occasions, but, yea. Everything is included”
“This is perfect, help me load this crib into my car and tell me what else he can, or can’t do” the woman said sweetly.
“With pleasure” I said patting my now ex boyfriends full diaper as he panted exhaustedly behind his pacifier.
“OUCH Mommy!! You keep hitting the part of the diaper where my plug is!”
“Well where the fuck do you think I was aiming, sissy?! Obviously it doesn’t hurt if I swat your padded bottom, so I gotta hammer that plug in like a railroad spike up your bum bum!”
“OUCH!! AHHH!!! AHHHH!! You can hit my thighs! There’s no padding there!”
“Great idea! I’ll hit those while you push that plug out until it’s poking against your diaper so I can hammer it back in!!”