I wanted to develop the theory I had formed with Bianca. My premise is that even the most hardened person who is the antithesis of a sissy can be forced into sissydom. My contention is that they can even be made to enjoy the experience. Lianne and Chelsea are investigating the deeper persona of the sissy and how it differs from others, and we decided to pool our efforts in this project.
We had set aside the first week of the college holiday as an easy time to target undergraduates. One of my lecturing modules is going to be sissyology, optional, but I didn't want anyone who was aware of my speciality to offer to take part. I wanted applicants who hadn't even thought about things sissy, indeed, they must be consciously or otherwise anti-sissy.
Accordingly, a few weeks before the end of term, I advertised in the March college paper for volunteers.
Get $500 dollars for eight days work, was the starter headline we had decided upon, to tempt the impoverished students.
Apply to Lianne or Chelsea of the social studies department for more details.
We decided that we were seeking those exhibiting
* dominance,
* who are sexually active, and with
* no discernible desire to be sissy.
But this agenda was hid from applicants.
The response was surprisingly good. Nearly 50 students were short of cash and inquired.
To all these we gave out the same questionnaire for them to fill in, and a very generalised information sheet, that gave nothing away about the intentions of the week.
All they were told was
* you won't be asked to do anything illegal,
* you won't have to consume anything or take any medicine that would be harmful to your body,
* you do have to sign an agreement that states you will stay the whole eight days, and that
* you agree that our research team be permitted to do anything to you related to the project, within the above parameters.
Twenty four completed forms were received in mid March, and we eliminated some as clearly unsuitable.
Some actually admitted liking wearing sissy clothes and clearly they'd be no use to us.
There were nine men and a woman left and though I had only anticipated males, Lianne argued that this woman appeared clearly a strong dominant type, so why exclude her?
So these remaining ten we called to a special meeting on March 21st which time I gave them more practical details about the week, but without revealing the nature of the project. I answered questions honestly, which helped some decide it was not for them, and thus there were five who were blindly willing to participate.
Our budget only stretched to three or maybe four participants, so we had to eliminate at least one applicant during the final preliminary activity before the week began.
We had planned to interview each personally and thus the first two reported on March 25th at what was to be our hq in the social studies department. This we had only just started setting up for the week, three rooms for the research, but its current state was fit for our purposes.
I was to meet twenty two year old Jack, a final year language student, while Lianne and Chelsea were to assess Mike, a first year on the history course.
I took an instant dislike to Jack. I sensed his application had been completed tongue in cheek. My task was to decide if his written statements were likely to be right.
Questions had been posed about childhood experiences related to his mother, and to his early awareness of sexuality. I found when questioned his answers didn't fit, and then his current sexual attitudes suggested to me that he could well have some mother fixation. Accordingly I ruled him out.
I learned later that Mike was a possible. Lianne and Chelsea had gone through his application for an hour, and were at first concerned about how his older sister had brought on his sexual enlightenment.
But he appeared to have matured sexually, and said he expects his women to do as they are told in bed. This, Lianne, as part of our preparations, was ready to test out.
"Take me," she had suddenly interjected.
He had been shocked, then muttered something about embarrassment what with Chelsea being there.
"You can have me too," offered Chelsea in a teasing voice.
Mike had hesitated, but when Lianne stripped off her pvc top, he had pushed her on the bed, and his fondling of her breasts told our team that he was no mummy's boy.
Chelsea interrupted, and told him to stop now, that was all they wanted, we would let him know in a couple of days.
So we had one possible subject, but what if the other three we were seeing the next day were no better? I might have to try Jack after all.
March 26th, I decided I would interview the only female, Shirley, while Lianne was allotted Dan, and Chelsea Zander.
Shirley was almost my age, taller than myself with dark black hair and small bosoms, well hidden under her suit. She was certainly no feminist, but not unattractive, slim, elegant and exuding an aura of confidence that suggested Lianne had been right in pushing her claims.
Her mother had abandoned her, so from our selfish standpoint that was good, for she had no mother fixation, no maternal instincts that I could trace. In her children's home she had the most terrible experiences which only made her determined to better herself. She had started on her college course aged twenty two planning to become a lawyer specialising in abuse.
My heart warmed to her, and I was almost sure that despite her sex, she was very anti-sissy. I asked about her sex life, and she said she had little time for it, but would love to meet sometime a girl with whom she could share her life.
My role was to discover if her sexuality was sufficiently domineering, but with nothing to quiz her about I moved to our final test.
"Kiss me," I offered.
She may have been shrewd enough to perceive this was part of her preliminary test. I don't know.
However, after gazing at me, in my white pvc top and skirt, she stood up. I wondered if she intended to leave.
No, she came up to me, placed her arms round me and gave me such a licking as I'll never forget. She did like dominating, for sure.
Now, my cue was to tell her she would be selected for the course, and thank her for answering our questions.
But something made me want to see how she'd continue. I shouldn't have let her carry on, but I sure am glad I did.
After the long long kiss, she asked me one word, "okay?"
I nodded. She sure was. She pushed me to the bed in the corner of the room.
This was gonna be some research! She unzipped my top and began manipulating my naked nipples with her hands. "Okay?" she repeated.
Again I could only nod. I should have thanked her now. But how could I?
She was removing the rest of my pvc and then my pantie as I gasped out my enjoyment.
"Pull off my suit," she ordered. Yes she was no sissy.
"Strip me!" I took her shirt and her pants, then she stopped me with some force.
She didn't want her thin satin covering over her pussy revealed.
All but naked, she was in control all right, ordering my naked body to crouch on all fours on the bed facing down.
"Lie on to my hand," she commanded. Her right hand was resting on the bed, palm facing my body. She crooked this hand so the fingers pointed up towards my pussy, almost touching it.
I shook my head. I could not take in all her fingers. But she was in charge.
"Trust me," she cried, in a tone that I knew was to be obeyed.
Slowly I allowed my body to fall from its crouching towards the bed, and my pussy had to rest on her three longest fingers.
I could not fall any further, but her fingers pressurized my fanny, and my weight began take in her fingers. I gave a tiny cry, it was pleasurable anticipation mostly, as she penetrated slightly with three fingers.
If that felt exhilarating, what followed was paradise.
She lay on my back, her head between my feet, her pantied pussy resting on my hair.
She masturbated herself, rubbing on my hair till her pantie ripped and I could feel her cummy wetness had soaked my hair and scalp as she moved her body up and down my back.
She emitted little sounds of enjoyment until she became exceptionally agitated, climaxing as my nose rubbed into her, and crying 'baby.' I climaxed as the pressure on my body forced her fingers and her thumb deep into me. That was painful, but the exquisite sensation was more than compensation, it was unbelievable.
She moved her body so her head was by my crotch. She was licking me over my most sensitive parts when not licking calling out 'baby.' Her hand she changed its shape from pointy, to a clenched fist, I felt her move inside me, and as she unclenched and clenched anew, I broke into a sweat of ecstasy. She was crouching on my flattened body now, sitting on my back, wettened by her masturbation, which moved up and down my spine.
Finally she flopped in a heap on my soaking back, my head smelt of her masturbation, tho' it smelt more of boy-cum too. As her hand withdrew, I felt her soaking hand caress my pussy.
Come on Saturday March 28th, I told Shirley, 2pm.
I wasn't entirely honest with Lianne and Chelsea, who maybe had to accept my report on Shirley, as I was the boss. Lianne had found Dan similar to Mike, only much weaker, she thought he could be a reserve if someone else dropped out. Zander, according to Chelsea, had been much more promising.
Too promising really. She had met a well off, well adjusted young man in his second year studying social sciences. He is in my faculty, though I had only seen him by sight.
Chelsea reckoned he was right in his claim he played the field. He said he liked one night stands, anyone who could "do him proper."
Chelsea had been, she admitted, a little worried being alone with such a beast, but he wasn't overly aggressive, and though she had had second and third thoughts about offering her boobs to see his reaction, she did so.
"Hey, chick, "they're something!" They are pretty, and well developed, I must tell you.
He hadn't needed any more encouragement, he ravished them enthusiastically, and she could see his penis stretching his already tight pants. It had turned her on. Ravished, she had unzipped him and
grabbed his powerful cock. He'd wanted her to take off her tights, but she refused. He accepted that, while urging her to make him cum and let him then take her. His hands were fiercely pulling her breasts into shapes they had never known before, as he bounced in the movement of her hand on him. She felt it tense, she felt his body stiffen, she felt his penis burst its size through her hand, then she felt the surge of cum as it splashed over them both.
He'd wanted more, but she admitted to us that though she already felt the situation out of
control, she had half wanted him to continue.
"I'd never see cum spray like that, and so strongly too," she admitted. "He is definitely over dominant, he could have forced me go on." I think she's a virgin.
But she had sensibly shouted out to Lianne, and there it had thankfully, though pleasurably ended.
We have our three, I told Lianne and Chelsea. Accordingly on the 28th at the fateful hour, our subjects reported to the social sciences block, for their week of the unknown. Only it should be very well planned and known to us.
The three rooms had been prepared, as well as our small staffroom. Originally we had intended studying the three in isolation, but decided as they were all strangers, to monitor their interaction.
Accordingly, prompt at two, I welcomed them, and introduced my co-workers. While some of course were known to each other, some were not, so we commenced with that old favorite,
telling a little about yourself.
I knew their backgrounds, but though I'd worked with Lianne and Chelsea, I didn't know their personal backgrounds, and they were quite revealing.
Reading between the lines, I was sure Chelsea was a virgin as I had surmised, very busty, but chic, and kind. Lianne was more dominant, but clearly not to the exclusion of sissy things. She even suggested she liked frilly clothes and might have said more, but caught my eye, and moved quickly on.
I told them about my favorite clothing, the white pvc, and how I still like playing occasionally with my dolls, as when I was a child.
I put this in, to gauge their faces. Shirley and Zander both had curled their lips, but Mike betrayed nothing.
"But that's enough about me," I concluded. "We're gonna leave you till teatime, to get to know each other. Then I'll tell you a little more what you have to do, though I should explain,
it will be very much one step at a time. You won't really be able to guess, I don't think, exactly what we are researching.
Before we leave you for couple of hours, let me remind you that you have agreed to our experimenting on you, and that your withdrawal is not permitted. Should you do so, your contract, I remind you, does preclude any payment to you at all. But let's not anticipate the worst. We want you to enjoy yourselves, that is definitely our aim for you, and we are here to fulfil that promise to you."
We left them in Room 1, to watch them on our hidden camera.
Room 1 presented itself as a comfy family room with three armchairs, and a sofa, which my team had occupied for this first session.
There was little else there, a table with chairs, a milk dispenser, and a cupboard,
which Zander soon found contained potties, sissy clothing, and other girly things like dolls. Nothing else, for we wanted the three to interact. But I should mention we had had the bare walls painted pink, and added a pink carpet to the floor.
We watched, as Zander scoffed over the contents of the cupboard. None clearly had any time for anything in there.
The three discussed why they had volunteered- money for each of them- as they speculated on what we were going to do with them.
They mulled over, then rejected ideas of medical research, like curing the common cold, though the more perceptive Shirley nearly hit the nail on the head, when she returned to the cupboard. She wondered if we were gonna test their child rearing abilities, that was the nearest she came.
Perhaps remembering her out of control session with me, she pondered if it was something to do with sex. Zander concurred, admitting he'd taken a fancy for the well developed one, he meant Chelsea whom I saw blush, but my blushes were spared, as Shirley kept her cards close to her little breasts, and didn't let on about my passionate time with her.
So none of them had any inkling of what they had let themselves in for, and from our standpoint, that was very much to the good.
"Tea time," Lianne announced, and our subjects looked none too pleased with the assortment of baby-type food in the bowls. "Help yourselves."
Later we would be spoonfeeding, but our plan was to proceed one small step at a time. This was just for starters.
We left the food there and exited. "You'll be hungry soon, "I promised.
Left to themselves, boredom threatening, Zander decided the forbidding Shirley might provide relief. His chatting her up met with instant rebuff.
We saw him whispering with Mike, who after looking dubious, seemed to agree. The pair of them came on Shirley and pinned her down. They didn't know we were watching!
I entered to find Zander pulling off Shirley's suit, ably assisted by Mike in the background.
"So this is what you get up to," I shouted angrily. Zander was threatening to continue despite our interruption, so I with Lianne and Chelsea's help pulled him off. We didn't need to do much more, for Shirley took over and sat on him.
"We're removing your own clothes as a punishment," I decided, and informed Zander so. "You too, Mike."
With Zander in thrall, it was not too difficult a task, removing their own clothing. There they both were, Mike standing naked, cock drooping, Zander pinned on the bed by Shirley, I thought he was ever so slightly getting aroused.
New clothes were put on Mike, T shirt and shorts, not inappropriate for the spring warmth, and just a little juvenile. Ditto for Zander, who vainly resisted.
I offered Shirley a change of clothing also, with the hint that it was compulsory. She nodded. I allowed her the choice, as a reward, from anything in the cupboard.
She rejected all and I escorted them to their dormitory. I did offer them supper, which they were certainly needing, and Lianne trundled in a trolley with more bowls of baby-like food, and lots of cold milk to drink.
Mike gulped a cupful of this down, the others followed suit as he had another cup. As they imitated, Mike took the plunge and tried a baby bowl.
"Hey, it's not that bad," he told the other two, and on being asked, said it tasted like carrot soup. Actually it was.
So they all joined in, much relieved to be getting fed, and maybe more trustful of us.
By half eight, they were ready to turn into their beds, which could actually have sides attached so that they could transform into cots. But that was for later.
They had today's biggest shock still to come.
"Excuse me," Shirley politely pointed out, "where's the rest room?"
"I'm sorry," I replied in semi apology, "we don't have one on site. Sorry. Goodnight." I shut the door and locked it.
We watched on the tv, as the three tried to settle down in their T shirts and shorts. Zander strolled over to Shirley's bed, trying it on, but was pushed away fast enough.
In their beds, the three chatted idly and it was past ten before Chelsea and I left for a rest in our rooms further away in the college block. Lianne was on duty in the staffroom, ready
to buzz us when we were needed. We expected to be needed.
I was awoken about two am.
Lianne had been called by Shirley who needed a wee. They were waiting for me to give my official explanation.
The others had awoken when I arrived, and so they could all hear me chat with Shirley.
"I really need to go," Shirley took the initiative, "it's woken me up. Please Anastasia, take me to the rest room."
"I'm sorry, Shirley," I tried to explain, "we don't have one on site that's open. The best I can do is offer you this potty."
I produced a pink adult size pot, placing it on the pink carpet, and indicating she sit on it.
She hesitated. "Needs must," she said philosophically, and gained instant relief. Maybe she guessed we had added something to that milk to bring on the desire for weeing!
Relieved, she hopped back into her bed, with a little kiss en route, on my cheek.
"Er, I need help too," groaned Mike. "I don't know what came over me. I couldn't stop myself." And we gazed at his soaking bed.
I reprimanded him, even though I knew it was not his fault. I promised some more clothes and gave him another cup of milk, as he said he was thirsty. Another side effect of the milk!
He had gulped two cups, and Lianne had given one each to the other two when I returned with a selection of clothing from the cupboard.
"It's all there is," I said in a matter-of-fact voice.
He look long and hard at these sissy offerings, and shook his head.
"Any T shirts?" I shook my head.
"I'll sleep in the altogether," he decided. I didn't comfort him with what he'd do on the morrow.
In fact he had a more urgent problem. The restroom. I patiently repeated the problem.
"We can't have you ruining another lot of bedclothes," I announced firmly. "Fetch a diaper."
Mike looked on in shock. I could see Shirley sit up, and Zander grin.
Lianne brought a disposable diaper, and I held down Mike as she deftly sealed it on his squirming body. His protests I shouted down, and in anticipation of his actions, Lianne returned with handcuffs that would prevent his removal of the offending object.
Mike continued to roar, as I turned to Zander.
"I'm okay," he said briefly.
I left him, puzzled how he seemed not to have been affected like the others.
Lianne learned his secret later that night.
At eight am, it was time for our first full day. The three were up and about, when we greeted them. We had placed a Nintendo for them to amuse themselves, and several documents which are merely designed to confuse them over the object of our researches. But I suspect they were beginning to guess.
"Good morning," I called out. "Breakfast in ten minutes."
Shirley indicated her need, and Chelsea obliged with a potty.
Shirley sat on it with relief. The naked but diapered Mike watched and asked to share it. But I told him curtly that he was being punished for wetting his bed.
He looked at me imploringly, with a look that almost said, but in that case I shall have to wet myself. As I shook my head slowly, I could see his resistance start to break and after fighting it manfully, had to give in. I could hear his diaper being filled.
"Now Master Zander," I turned to the final smirking member of trio. "How about you?"
"I'm okay," he nodded, "let's have our food."
"Not so fast," I grimaced. I felt the carpet round his bed. "Can you please explain, why it's very wet here?"
He blustered about spilling his milk. But Lianne had told me the truth. I bent down and sniffed our pink carpet. It was stained.
"I cannot permit such soiling of our property to go unpunished," I stared straight into Zander's face.
At the same time, Chelsea and Lianne grabbed his arms, and I think he was genuinely surprised to find himself held fast by three girls.
He struggled, much more heroically than Mike ever did, as I explained again that we could not afford a new carpet and Shirley applauded from her potty.
Mike sat embarrassed in one corner as we fought hard to seal a diaper on our wriggling subject. Handcuffed, he was not at all happy, but when the battle ended, victory was ours.
The three were taken to Room 1 for breakfast, same diet of soup, leek this morning, and milk. They sat in the armchairs and fed themselves, in between asking me questions which I fended away, saying they would find out in due time. Zander was all for quitting, until I reminded him he'd not get any cash.
In fact, I told them all, I had good news. Our budget was enough to give them $100 a day, that's $800 when we finish next Sunday.
It was a well timed sweetener. Even though we knew we were gonna do this anyway. But it gave them a boost.
I told them we were off to church this morning, and did answer a couple of questions.
Shirley wanted a wash, and I had to explain we had no baths or showers. Sorry. We'd try and arrange something in a day or two.
What she asked, to the point, are you researching. I didn't respond to that but I wondered if she was beginning to guess.
Mike's question was more personal. He wanted his wet diaper off!
I sent him back to the bedroom, and left Chelsea with the others while Lianne and I went to change the ailing Mike.
"That's not so bad," I soothed him, and dried him. He wriggled as Lianne produced another diaper. He didn't want it.
I explained he had to, he'd agreed to accept our orders, and what about the $800?
He knew that handcuffed he couldn't resist anyway. With a little pat on his penis, Lianne sealed him up.
He did smell slightly as we deliberately hadn't cleaned him beyond wiping him dry with our small hand mop.
Then he returned to Room 1, with instructions to send us Shirley.
She smiled at me as she entered.
"We need to put a diaper on you," I came straight to the point.
She shook her pretty head. "No you don't Anastasia, I can use the potty."
This was a battle of wills, a polite battle, that I had to win.
"I'm afraid you have to, Shirley, there is no rest room at the church."
"But I'm an adult, I can hold myself until we get back."
I said I would be honest with her. Her smile was disarming. I told her the milk was specially made up to stimulate the bladder.
If that shook her momentarily, she quickly rallied and said she'd agree if everyone else did the same.
I hadn't bargained for this, but she followed it up with the challenge that Lianne and I should drink some of the milk too.
I said that was quite impossible, she had agreed to do everything she was told. She conceded that, and yet left us uncomfortable in our victory. She graciously yielded, and I felt I should be gracious too.
"Okay," I admitted, "I'll show you, I'm not asking you to do anything I can't do myself."
Lianne fetched me another diaper, then left us to get the other two ready for church. Shirley lay back on her bed and lifted down her shorts.
Wow! There was that lovely pussy that had stroked my hair! I hastily but reluctantly pushed such thoughts aside as I easily fastened the diaper on her soft and receptive flesh.
"Your turn now, boss," she grinned, half taunting.
She got up and pointed to where she had laid. None too eager, I gently flopped on the bed, not sure I had really won our argument after all.
She lifted my white shirt and pulled down my pantie. I knew I longed for her to kiss me. But she treated me as I had done her, and only sealed my pussy up tightly with the fluffy disposable.
Back in Room 1, Chelsea was in dispute with Mike. He had to wear something, and didn't like one tiny bit the choice from the cupboard.
Chelsea was about to force him, with Lianne's help, to wear a dress. I could see he wasn't up for that yet.
"I think we've dried your T shirt and shorts Mike," who look relieved at the news. "I'm afraid they are a bit stained, but if you want them, I'll fetch them."
So the crisis was averted. I didn't tell Mike that he did smell more than a bit.
We were ready to go. We made a sight walking down the street.
I was in front holding Shirley's hand. I had my best white pvc outfit, but I did feel a little strange with that bulging diaper dowen below.
It made me walk like a waddling duck. But no matter. Shirley waddled too, in her white T shirt and shorts, and they bulged very obviously, as she was only too well aware.
Chelsea was behind us, with Zander, his handcuffed hands tucked into a specially fitted pocket in the middle of his shorts, under the elasticated waist. She wore a pretty pink frilly dress of chiffon, very sissy, a contrast to his manly form.
Then there was Lianne with a surly Mike. She was a picture all in yellow, a fussy creation in satin, with bows in every conceivable place. The color matched parts of Mike's shorts, which were now more stained yellow than white.
His hands like Zander's were fitted into the pocket in his shorts.
It was always a lovely service at the packed church of Pastor Frances.
She was very understanding of all things sissy, and welcomed us at the door as old friends.
I'd told her we were coming, and at this family service, she spoke of the need to become like little children.
She emphasised obedience, a point that was not lost on our three, and how Jesus' followers must be pure and innocent as doves.
I guessed she might be talking straight at me, and I knew deep down that my relations with Shirley had not been right. I don't mean the lesbian nature of it, but the too casual approach I had allowed. A flash of inspiration, I knew that the life of a true sissy is pure and innocent, not as I had portrayed it. I left chastened. Maybe the pastor had been speaking direct to me, for as we said goodbye at the door, she ignored the pleasantries and asked me if I needed to see her. I gave her my thanks and said we'd certainly be back next Sunday at the end of our project, and we hope she'll notice the difference.
Lunch when we got back consisted of our usual goodies.
I joined our three eating, while Lianne and Chelsea served up. Mike and Zander had some difficulty with their hands together, but they coped.
I quite liked the potato soup, and even drank some of the milk. Then it was diaper change time. Chelsea changed Zander, even though he said he didn't need it.
She took it off, and kept the dry object, and let him just wear shorts, as long as he promised to tell her if he needed to go.
Lianne changed Mike, also dry, but as his punishment, he had to have another diaper on him.
I took Shirley to the bedroom to take off her diaper. She was dry and smiled as I checked. Then I set her on the potty and she gushed out a bladder full.
"Your go," she smiled at me.
Sheepishly I took my turn on the bed. There was something sensuous about the way she removed my diaper.
"Good girl," she laughed, "you're dry."
She fetched over the potty still holding her wee. I had been going to say I didn't need it, intending to use our secret toilet in our small staffroom, but the thought of sitting on her potty, I admit that turned me on. Silly isn't it? But I was almost shaking as she placed the potty aside my body, and I lifted my backside and eased myself on to the large pink potty, and felt very embarrassed.
I hadn't done this for almost 24 years!
"Do you like it?" Shirley interjected.
I didn't say anything. I might have given myself away. I could feel the warmth from her wee in the potty rising up on my pussy.
I thought I was almost going to burst, but not with wee. With an effort, I steadied myself.
"I can't go," I said haltingly.
"I suppose that means you have to wear another diaper," she responded.
I shook my head. I did want to go. I did want to fill the potty.
She waited patiently. She held my hand and squeezed it caressingly.
I was getting too excited again. I forced myself, and out splashed my wee, noisily on top of hers.
The fluid in the potty mixed disinterestedly, but I loved the thought of it all joining happily together.
"That's good," said Shirley when she saw I'd finished. I wondered if she guessed at all what I'd been imagining.
Back in Room 1, I told the trio that the afternoon was free, they could do what they liked until supper at seven.
I think they welcomed the break. We left some books, and some more leaflets that I hoped might put them off the scent of what our project was about, yet I suspect they might be guessing.
Lianne, Chelsea and I discussed progress, which we felt was marginally ahead of what we had expected. We went over plans for the next phase, and Lianne perceptively asked me whether I had done the right thing, complying with Shirley's challenge. I responded by saying I had sensed
it was the only way to get her to put on a diaper, and we agreed it was. We took a three hour nap, to catch up on some of that lost sleep.
6.45- We hadn't monitored our subjects the whole of the Sunday afternoon. When we turned on our tv, we regretted it.
We had allowed them freedom to go anywhere, guessing Mike might not go far with his diaper on stained clothing, and Zander would be inhibited by his handcuffs.
We saw Shirley distraught on her bed, Mike and Zander on theirs asleep.
I took the trembling Shirley to Room 1, while the others prepared supper.
She told me how the three of them had gone out the campus, Zander said he knew a quiet spot, and there they had been able to wee.
She had pulled Mike's diaper off, so he could go too, intending to reseal it later. Then it had got wildly out of hand. She cried.
I learned the whole sorry tale of their lust for her, and could only comfort Shirley, and apologize deeply. Did she want to leave the project?
She thought about it, but said I had been so kind, she would like to carry on. I promised the two would be punished. They certainly hadn't been the pure and innocent sissies we wanted to make them.
I moved forward our plan of sissification and we handcuffed the sleeping Mike to his bed, then awoke Zander.
He was locked to the bed as Lianne and Chelsea held him tight while I shouted at him for minutes on end.
I pulled down his shorts, spat on his spent cock, and swivelled him so the palm of my hand descended on his backside sharply.
Though he wriggled, he could not avoid my lashing, which was five whacks, ten, twenty, and he was humiliated. He collapsed in pain.
"I'm sorry," Zander cried, "I'll make it up. I don't know what came over us."
Another few minutes of my tongue and I handcuffed his hands behind his back. Then I released him from his bed.
He watched as I rounded on Mike, who cowered, having witnessed my assault on Zander.
I explained this was not part of the course, but we were treating them like animals cos they had behaved like animals.
His yellowy shorts pulled down, I slapped his feeble cock then administered the same infliction as to Zander.
Mike crumbled almost at once, but I was determined to continue.
The two handcuffed men sheepishly entered Room 1 to face Shirley. She said she was strong enough for all this, and I believed her.
They groveled at the foot of her armchair, I think their apologies were genuine and Shirley somehow found the grace to say she forgave them. They assured her that they would not do anything like that again, and would give her their extra $300 each, as some token of their repentance.
Supper was held in silence, and a sense of relief that Shirley was ready and willing to continue.
Of course, Mike and Zander had to be spoonfed by Lianne and Chelsea respectively, this they meekly accepted as part of their punishment, so I reflected it had almost been worth it. However I would never have wanted it to pan out this way, and I had my arms round
Shirley as she sipped her tomato soup. Though she was quiet, I loved it when she offered me a spoonful. Here she was, sorta feeding me.
After that we had alternate spoonfuls, then after a little tussle, I grabbed the spoon, and did what I ought to have been doing all along, feed her, and then myself. Lovely.
When we had eaten and drunk, I got up and cleared the air with some forceful words of warning.
Shirley added that she was ready to draw a line under the afternoon, and the six of us had a frank discussion.
It was very late, after 9.30 that we tucked them in bed. Zander and Mike were sat on potties, which they meekly did.
Then diapers in place, they were handcuffed to their beds, and the handcuffs behind their backs removed.
We moved Shirley's bed into Room 1 and I tucked her in. She said she didn't need a diaper after using her potty, so I left her and spent the next hour mulling the day over with Lianne and Chelsea. I won't say we were happy, and we did adjust our program for Monday, determined not to have any more slip ups.
We expected a quiet night, for Shirley had her potty, and the men, well they would just have to wet themselves. Mike was no stranger to that, and I hoped the masculine Zander would find it nice and humiliating. He was gonna find it more so than that, shortly....
Monday. Mike was in a chastened mood. We found him soaking when we woke him up at eight for breakfast.
However, Zander was awake and much more belligerent. Did he want changing. No, no, he shook his head firmly. He had evidently forgotten about his misdeeds of yesterday, and I couldn't make him out at all. He was tense and unpleasant, particularly when Chelsea tried to feel inside his diaper.
"It's dry," she did confirm after a tussle with him.
As we released them and ushered them to Room 1 for breakfast, where Shirley was still asleep.
It suddenly clicked what was up with Zander. He is holding himself in, he must be bursting.
I wanted him to let it out, and ask for help, so I merely contented myself watching him as I awoke Shirley and as Lianne stripped off Mike's soggy diaper. She placed him on a pot, and he immediately let out some more wee. If he had that much, Zander must be bursting!
I lifted Shirley gently on to the pot. She was in need of it, and her squishing made Zander admit defeat.
"Okay, okay," he groaned, "get my diaper off so I can go on the wretched potty."
Chelsea pulled it off only barely in time. He was filling it eagerly. But he still look strained.
I told all three they must wait on the pot until breakfast was ready. I knew that after a couple of days, they must be ready for more than weeing.
"Go now, if you need to," I warned, "otherwise we will have to take precautions and put a daytime diaper on you."
They knew what I meant of course, but having to go on their potties in front of us all was embarrassing.
The only issue was, was it better to go now, or hold out until later?
We waited twenty minutes, and I perceived there would be no point in prolonging things.
We rounded on Mike first. With his hands tied it was an easy task to lift him on his fresh clean diaper. He was ready for the breakfast table.
Zander hadn't dared get away, though his eyes indicated he wanted to, He couldn't roll off his potty without spilling it over himself and the carpet. Though he struggled as we lifted him on to his diaper, he did submit. But he also asked,
"Can I sit on it longer? I am desperate, to be honest."
I knew it. We lifted him back. While Lianne moved to the table to spoonfeed Mike, Chelsea sat by Zander and fed him on his perch.
I asked Shirley if she wanted her breakfast. She nodded.
"You'll have to wear a diaper," I told her. She nodded.
"But you have to as well," responded Shirley, with an emphasis on 'you'.
I looked straight at her. She reminded me of our agreement.
I yielded and we went into the bedroom so as not to be seen.
"You first," insisted. I wiped her pussy with the cleaning mop. I had a strong urge to use my hand but I resisted that and packed a soft clean disposable over her pink flesh.
My turn, and I lay back more in enjoyment than any sense of shame. I loved when she lifted my white skirt, and lifted my bum to slip the diaper under me. Even more gorgeous was the feeling as she gently pulled it tight around me.
"You like that," she observed.
We returned to Room 1 and I let Shirley feed herself as she sat next to Mike. I was interested in Zander, who was blushing red as he swallowed Chelsea's soup. Was he blushing in shame, or, no, he was blushing in humiliation cos his poo was trying to emerge. I could smell it. It destroyed the pleasant odor of the meal for sure.
He was trying not to go, yet having to. As Chelsea kept the soup coming into him, it was as though he had no more space inside, and it simply had to emerge. Slowly it was pressing out. Slowly his face began to express relief. But then more shame when a big ploppy sound announced it had landed in his pond of wee. He relaxed as Chelsea stroked his hair.
Mike had been caught up in the drama, and told Lianne he needed his potty. She ripped the new diaper off and rushed a potty to the breakfast table. Mike's came out with no shyness unlike Zander. It rushed out and he sighed with relief.
I told the men they could wear their shorts today, as long as they called for their pot when they needed it. Shirley was happy to stay in her diaper, so was I, as I'd been before starting the day.
I gave them their task for the morning. It was to complete numerous questionnaires, and they sat at the table, each given a computer to key in their answers. Shirley found this a lot easier than the others as her hands were free! The subject matter was mostly completely irrelevant, designed to put them off the scene of our project, though probably they were guessing it by now.
We watched on our monitor, and their discussion did suggest they knew it was something to do with rejuvenation or regression, but they seemed aware of our unseen presence and mostly talked in low whispers. Only one set of questions were related to sissyness, buried in other stuff about childhood experiences. I did want to see how they answered these:
* If you had to wear a dress, which of these would you choose? Pvc, frilly satin, pink chiffon, check gingham.
Zander certainly didn't want to wear any, but found he could not move on without clicking on something. So he opted for the last, but with no conviction, it indicated to me he was, not surprisingly, no further inclined towards sissyness.
Mike was a little more encouraging. He answered quickly, possibly keen to put in an answer he thought we wanted. He said yes to frilly satin.
Shirley also had no hesitation. I somehow guessed she was gonna opt for pvc, just for me!
By lunch, they were still working hard, and it was a kinda working meal, our subjects fed as they worked. They all had half a dozen exercises more to complete, and settled back to it, except for Shirley, who asked to go to the bedroom.
I guessed why, so we left the others at work, and I fetched the potty.
"No, it's not that," she said, "not yet," she added.
I looked puzzled.
"You don't forget that I have to feed you too, it's what we agreed."
I said something about having forgotten, but she pressed her point.
She returned to Room 1 for some soup for me, while I waited in expectation and in slight irritation
that she was dictating to me. How had I got into this? Yet it wasn't half enjoyable.
She had a bowl and spoon and asked if I needed the potty myself. I blustered. I didn't anyway and so we sat on her bed, she put one hand round my shoulder and steadied me as the spoon reached my mouth.
"That's a good girl Anastasia," she cooed. I must remember that word of praise to give the others. All too soon, she'd emptied the bowl, but Lianne brought in the remaining soup and, after a surprised look at us, explained,
"Shirley said you'd want the rest."
She left after Shirley whispered to her. I wasn't hungry, but I did like Shirley feeding me. We scraped out the last spoonful, then Lianne brought in a baby bottle of milk.
"We're not using that till tomorrow," I reminded Lianne.
"Shirley asked if we had one," replied Lianne. "I thought you wanted it."
I looked at her angrily and she left very sharply.
"I don't need a drink," I told her firmly. I intended to have a coffee with the others in the staffroom.
"Oh yes you must," she insisted, "or I won't carry on with this course."
Did she mean that? Was she calling my bluff? If I'd been objective, I would have refused, I don't think she would have left in any case. But I was involved, I didn't dare risk her leaving, besides I liked her feeding me.
It was heavenly as she put her arm round my waist, and tipped the milk into my mouth. I sucked the teat and sucked until I could draw no more from the empty bottle.
"Thank you," I breathed. As we were returning to Room 1, she put in some more moral blackmail.
"You must stay and watch us this afternoon. I'm worried those boys might try something again."
I had several reasons for refusing, but the way she put it, I had no choice.
Shirley raced thru her questions, and finished ahead of Mike and Zander. She looked at me in triumph as though this was some achievement. We sat idly watching the pair of them still on thier penultimate subject.
Shirley continued to look at me. I think she was beginning to need her potty. Then it dawned on me, I neeed to go too. I had drunk all that tasty but doctored milk! I could hold it in, but it seemed only at the expense of an increased desire to poo! I'd only gone that morning, so I shouldn't need to go yet. Then I remembered. This morning we had begun doctoring the soup.
I did some fast thinking. I picked up her potty and left the room. As we entered the bedroom I told her,
"You sit on it, Shirley, I'll leave you now. Yes, I know we had an agreement, but I don't think it extended this far. If you want to quit, that's up to you," I ended as I left the room. I added the parting reminder, "but you won't get paid."
I walked down the corridor to our staffroom. Was she following? I had asserted my authority, how was she reacting? I was about to enter our room when she called me back.
She said sorry for pushing me so far. She was sitting on her pot and trying desperately to overcome her inhibition and use it.
"If you'll stick to sharing diapers, then that's enough," she conceded. "I don't want to go. I am quite enjoying it. I want to see how your project turns out."
I smiled and thanked her.
"Gimme a kiss," she begged on her potty.
I came over and leant over and pecked her cheek. She graped her hands round me and hugged me, and I could feel her exert her body as she pushed with all her might, and plopped her poo in her warm pink potty.
"Thank you mummy," she smiled as she let go. Yes she knows what this is all about, I reflected. I smiled back at her then hurried away. I was only just had time to prevent myself having an accident.
By four o'clock all the questionnaires were completed, and I suggested we played a card game. My idea met with no enthusiasm, but no objections, they clearly decided this might be boring but there was nothing nasty about it.
So Happy Families spent a quiet half hour for all six of us. Then I proposed something more energetic, and we played that old party game, pinning the tail on donkey. This was getting us in a pure and innocent childhood mode, though Blind Man's Buff got Zander into his bad old ways, as when he found Shirley, he groped her. Perhaps he didn't mean it as it is only part of the game, but I quickly prevented any arguments, by saying we had to stop now as we had to prepare supper.
In fact we didn't need an hour and a half for this, but Lianne and Chelsea left us to do this job, while I remained handing them each a book to read. They look at disfavour on Enid Blyton's Noddy books.
Shirley, to please me perhaps, picked one up, Zander demanded they use the computers which I was disconnecting.
"Very well," I agreed, "there are only a couple of basic games, and the net is limited to a number of sites selected by the department. I meant me.
While Shirley seemed engrossed in Noddy in Toyland, Mike and Zander restarted their computers. I left them to it, to watch.
They soon found the only sites that they could Google were sissy related, or selling sissy material. They tired of this, and tried the battleship game, though Shirley now switched her computer back on, and dipped into a well known site for sissies. I saw her seeming to lap it up.
Potty time at 7.15 was followed by the usual supper, "bit monotonous isn't it?" jibed Zander. But he was too hungry to refuse, and with a sleep inducer, too tired to dispute
Chelsea deftly wrapping him with a new diaper. Lianne ditto with Mike, I took Shirley to the bedroom and changed her there. I thought her pussy looked as if it had been aroused recently- perhaps all that sissy stuff had got her going?
She was just completing dressing me in my diaper when the others came in. A moment earlier might have been more awkward.
As it was Zander called out,
"Hallo, you smooching up to the boss Shirl?"
Shirley backed off and I made my own fastenings tight. As they lay in their beds, I announced,
"Goodnight all of you. We'll see you next morning at ten, giving you a nice lie in."
This was part of our scheme, and the punchline came as a shock for them,
"Tomorrow morning we'll go to the shopping centre to buy some things. I'm sorry we've found we are out of diapers, so we will buy some more tomorrow. Till then, we'll have to make do with the ones you are wearing. Take care and sweet dreams."
Tuesday, and we were up and observing by 7.30.
That stuff in their soup had certainly helped them sleep well, and it was past eight when Shirley was first to awake. During the night we had come in quietly and made important adjustments, chains.
I could see her at once commence a struggle to hold herself in. To date she had shown tremendous composure but this would be a test too far. It was for Mike, who awakened by the noise, and more used to the feeling of filling his diaper, stretched out as far as his cuffs permitted, and relieved himself, almost now an automatic response. Just what we want.
With an age to wait until the deliberately late breakfast, he squelched his soggy diaper on Zander's bed, awaking him.
A grumpy complaint, was stifled by a sharp intake of breath. Like Shirley, he needed relief, and like Shirley he fought it all the way.
Mike was puzzled why Zander was frowning, but bit his lip when he got the sharp edge of Zander's frustration.
Shirley lay on her bed submissively accepting her fate, glaring at the handcuffs that prevented her from removing her diaper.
She attempted to move her hands from the sides of the bed to which she was chained, but it was quite impossible. She had given up the struggle,
and I longed to go in when I saw her give way. But I had to harden my heart. Shirley relaxed and soon she was back asleep.
Zander continued to wriggle as though it took his mind of the pressure on his bladder. It was a futile fight and I could see him freeze as some wee must have spilled out. Once the flow started, it had to keep flowing, Mike laughing at the hissing sound exuding from his diaper.
"Now you know what it's like," he joked with all the experience of an old campaigner.
We met a string of complaints when we took them to breakfast at quarter to eleven.
I made my token apology, and tried to cheer them up with the promise of an extra large brunch, so fill up everyone, and enjoy yourselves.
They didn't enjoy themselves though, being wet and uncomfortable. But we fed them to their stomach's content, though they were wary of drinking over much.
"As soon as you're finished, "we'll get down to town."
Not like this, surely, was their response.
I told them we could not possibly leave them behind, we all must go, and amid protests, they were got ready.
There wasn't anything to do, as they were in their T shirts and shorts, Mike's still stained. They all had some grubby patches, but I explained it was all we had.
"You can choose your own clothes in town," I promised.
Shirley squelched her way back to the bedroom. She wanted to talk.
Her first moan was about her handcuffs. I said we had to make sure she did what we wanted.
"I can't change you," I said in response to her second point, "very sorry, but we can't risk you weeing outside."
I brushed aside all her protests, I had gone down in her esteem for sure. But I did agree to carry on wearing a diaper if she did.
Only problem is, we haven't got one.
She suggested a towel, like an old fashioned terry diaper. She could wear a similar one too!
I went off in search of an elusive towel. I purposely only returned with one, with the excuse that we didn't have washing facilities
so didn't need many towels. She asked how the soup dishes and spoons and cups got cleaned- dishwasher was my explanation.
I did offer her a choice. You can have this towel, and be nice and dry, or I will wear it.
She wasn't happy, but finally decided I deserved to have it.
"I think you should have a drink too, like the rest of us." I hesitated.
I loved that moment when she placed the bottle in my mouth. But I knew the possible consequences.
She won me over with a kiss, and I fetched a bottle, to sit contentedly by her side. I might pay for it later, I hoped not, but for the moment it was heavenly feeling her hand caressing my cheek as she held my feeder bottle.
The others were waiting impatiently when we returned to Room 1.
I waddled in, for the towel was more bulky than any disposable, it pushed my white skirt out, so I had to walk with decorum.
"Ready at last," I cried, and we set off.
It was a long walk, in our usual pairs, holding hands at times, we made our way, with a few squishy sounds, to the shops.
Shirley noticed first.
"This isn't the way to the shops," she said.
"No, I thought you might prefer not to go to the main centre, in case we see anyone on holiday you might know."
That made sense, and I said we were off to an arcade of the edge of town, about another mile off.
It was nearly two when we reached this very run down spot. The shops were mostly boarded up, closed.
Our subjects looked very disappointed. We knew it was so already, naturally.
No restroom here, as well those wet diapers were still on them. Only one shop was currently open, it was an Adult Baby Centre!
"Sorry, that's all there is," I apologized, without meaning it. "At least they'll have some diapers here."
And I marched slowly into the interior. Shirley followed after a pause, the other four waited outside.
Lianne did persuade them to enter, they could buy a new T shirt, she urged.
By this time, I had bought all the diapers I could. The place was closing soon, and had no disposables left, only four terry diapers, large size.
Four was better than none.
There was not much choice for clothing. I had got the owner to hide away all the boys' outfits, leaving around twenty sissy dresses to choose from.
Mike found a yellow and white sailor suit with one yellow bow, perhaps it was the least sissy choice he could have made. He asked if they had it in blue.
Not now, he was told. It was an improvement on his T Shirt, and the owner asked him if he wanted to try it on. Mike shook his head. It was wrapped up.
Zander and Shirley didn't want anything, I said I'd get something in case they changed their minds.
They looked the other way as I picked out a gingham, as per Zander's choice yesteday, and a pvc onesie
in pink for Shirley. She murmured thank you, and I nearly laughed, but stopped myself.
Shirley knew my dilemma. She had caused it. As I feared, that milk had come to haunt me. I tried walking, but it was too painful.
I knew how the others had felt earlier.
Shirley was watching me closely now, keenly interested in what I would do. There wasn't a lot I could.
I tried letting out a little, but the pressure was still there. I sat on a seat, they were all staring now. It was a very very shameful experience for the boss, for they all knew what I was doing. But I was so pleased when the wee poured out, I felt a new girl, and also a wet girl.
As we strolled slowly home, I comforted myself that I was getting first hand experience of my subjects' difficulties.
After a few games like yesterday, during which I could feel Shirley's staring which almost seemed to penetrate my diaper, I left carrying one of the new fresh diapers to be released from my wetness. Shirley knew as much and left the others at their computer games and followed me.
In the corridor, she called,
"I think we should be allowed a change if you are."
I nodded, with a feeble afterthought, as soon as I have cleaned up.
She came up to me. "But you don't let us change ourselves, I think it's only fair you should be changed."
"But my hands aren't tied," I objected. "I am able to change myself."
"But you can't know what it's like for us, unless you experience being changed, can you?"
As I couldn't think up a good reply, I found myself being shepherded by her to the bedroom.
"I'll tell Chelsea and Lianne to change the lads, then I'll come and do you. Jus' lie on my bed, and I'll fetch another new diaper for me."
Unsure whether I was being dictated to too much by Shirley, I nevertheless found myself wanting to have that experience of being changed.
I was lying in anticipation, wondering how she would treat me. It was an age before she bustled in, like a busy nurse.
"Well done! That'll make it easy for your Shirley." I removed her handcuffs, so she could busy herself with undoing my skirt.
She fussed over the diaper, dry on the outside, but soggy within containing my afternoon's wee, and not a little wetness from my pussy.
"Jus' lie still while I take off you nasty wet disposable. That's it, off it comes. Why you have soaked yourself with all that milk. I'll dry you as best as I can, pity we can't clean you properly, since you said we have no cleaning facilities here!"
I was about to tell her otherwise, but her wiping my fanny get me seriously aroused.
"Are you getting a trifle excited, my darling?" She looked at me as she continued to caress my fanny dry.
"There, there, I can't make you smell all fresh and lovely, but wait a mo..."
She closed the door, then took me by surprise. I yelped with pleasure as her head flashed down to my fanny, and she began licking me clean!
"That'll clean you up," she looked up and smiled. Then resumed licking, pushing hard with her tongue, so that it joyfully wiped round my pussy, freshened my aching vagina and penetrated further than I believed any tongue could.
She moved her body on to mine, her face still in my fanny, now moving so I was stimulated beyond my wildest dreams.
She was crouching over me, and I knew she was telling me to remove her shorts, that left only her own diaper. As she sent me wild, I tugged at her disposable and ripped the sopping thing off, splashing my face, then suddenly her legs fell on my face and her wet diaper
pressed between us, on my face.
She was masturbating herself on the diaper, I could feel her excitement as she wore down my face. She had stopped her licking, but only because she wanted to use her fingers as she had done that first occasion. This time, her three fingers shot straight in, powerfully
bursting in and soon her whole hand was swirling about inside me.
She did not give me the chance to reciprocate, for she was too occupied rubbing herself into my face, my nose feeling her pressing fanny even through the diaper.
Disappointed, for I had not climaxed, she removed her loving hand- but it was only for the even more sensational. She grabbed the cleaning mop which was used to wipe our subjects dry and popped it in her mouth. It's a pole about nine inches long, with numerous strands of absorbent cotton. Once she had washed it in her mouth, she turned it from her mouth to my fanny. I trembled. The waiting was unbearable, though her rubbing on my face was wonderful enough.
Wow! The strands went in first, then her hand gripping the pole. It washed into me, right into me and I couldn't suppress my thrill.
We exploded together, collapsed and she at once chucked away her even more soggy diaper, and handed me her new clean terry.
"Put it on!" she ordered. I found it difficult from my lying position, but with a few deft folds, I clipped the two nappy pins so that she was once more a prisoner in her diaper.
Off the bed she leapt, and though I was now quite soaking , though not with wee, she neatly folded my own terry round my backside, and over my fanny. I felt warm and safe, even though my clean terry was already no longer new. I kept inside it, the memory of that lovely time.
When we walked back into Room 1, I guess it was hard to hide that something wonderful had happened.
Freshly diapered, Mike and Zander were waiting at table for their supper.
Before we ate however, I had one planned announcement.
"I'm sorry that we have run out of cups. We had sent them away to the college dishwasher, but they got smashed. So we will have to use the only containers we have, baby bottles." Mike looked puzzled.
"We will hold your bottles for you, as your hands still have to be tied behind you. You'll get used to it."
It took them a minute to take this in, Then I told Shirley to open her mouth as I put the baby bottle to her lips.
I was taken aback but elated, when she meekly obeyed, making a kinda gurgling noise at me. It was enough for Mike to follow suit,
Lianne thrusting a bottle into his mouth. But Chelsea met with a firm refusal from Zander. Only to be expected of course.
I said leave him, and he laughed in triumph.
But when Lianne had completed feeding, all three of us rounded on Zander.
"Drink," I ordered firmly. Meeting with a shaking head, I grasped his head, holding it firmly, then forced my fingers against his tightly shut lips. His head was pushed back my fingers pushed to gain entry. Lianne thrashed the back of his tied hands
with the palm of her hands, and that not meeting with success, smacked his bare arms.
Chelsea waited to insert the bottle, and did so when I wrenched his jaws apart with a strength that I never knew I possessed.
Zander's head tipped back, milk poured slowly in, down his throat- he had to swallow. He had to give in.
That drama was followed by chicken soup, then they were all tucked in for the night, dreaming, no doubt, of what they had in store for the morrow.
As for me, I reflected that I had not been the innocent dove, and I determined I should make myself much more objective in this research.
Perhaps I ought go to confession, or whatever Pastor Francis called it.
Wednesday was raining and dull.
We had breakfast ready at eight, and our trio all still wore their fresh diapers.
Shirley asked if she could use her potty, but I said they had disappeared. Did anyone know what happened to them?
A pointless question, as I knew. I said she's have to wear her diaper, it was nice and thick, we couldn't change anyone today as we had no more diapers. We've ordered them from the shop, I added.
What if I get really soaked, Shirley had asked. I solved that one by getting Lianne to put a plastic liner on each of them.
So, disgruntled, Shirley sat down at the table to be fed.
Lianne was already feeding Mike, who lapped up his sweet pea soup. Even Zander had got used to this routine, but Shirley was more restless.
She wouldn't take my spoonfeeding, despite my coaxing her.
In the end, I told her to tell me if she felt hungry. We were staying in today, so it didn't matter.
I had more questionnaires for them today.
Lianne and Chelsea had a detailed sheet for their research, and I had devised some more sissy questions.
The three were left for a few hours, my colleagues watching on the monitor, while I attended the first session of the Inquiry aforementioned. I actually attended in a diaper! But I was comfortable myself, as I had weed and then, so Shirley might not guess, redressed my old dry diaper that only contained my excited wetness from yesterday. Funny, I reflected, she hadn't insisted on changing me.
We knew they'd soon have to wet themselves. We knew also that all that soup were be having its effects soon. So Chelsea and Lianne watched with interest.
They could see Mike pause in his work, it was obvious he was relieving himself. It almost came naturally, he would not have wanted the others to know he was wetting himself, but on the other hand, he didn't try and stop himself. He knew what must be must be.
Even Zander didn't struggle too much. He tried manfully, his body was fighting the urge, but he had to give in, and he did it almost graacefully.
With Shirley, They couldn't tell. Was she wet? They couldn't be sure. They asked me when I returned from the inquiry at lunchtime.
After lunch, it didn't take long for the tasks to be completed. We left them with computers and games to play.
I was particularly interested now in their struggle against pooing. Zander was already fighting himself by early afternoon.
Mike seemed unconcerned, and I don't think had felt the urge, or had anticipated any problem.
Zander made him aware of it, calling out for us.
I did respond, but told Zander, he'd have to wait until the morrow for a new diaper. He looked daggers at me. But I had departed.
With a few well chosen nasty words he gave in and against all his instincts filled his diaper with a squashy brown mess. Mike, now in the picture, started to feel the urge. He gave in too.
Shirley however, who had been very quiet, threw up.
I rushed in, couldn't help smelling the pong, and asked Shirley if she was okay. She nodded, but looked very pale.
I couldn't do anything else, so I cleaned up the sick which had splashed over the table, and wiped a computer that had also been hit.
When I left, Shirley followed. I took her to the bedroom.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I repeated.
"Fine," she tried to look bright. "I think it was my only alternative to soiling myself."
I hadn't thought of that.
It had been a quiet day for them, in contrast to my tough time at the Inquiry, but I was happy, for we were on track for the project, we had been ahead, so I felt it right to have a relaxing day.
It hadn't been for our two men, who were uncomfortable in their soiled wet diapers, and we needed helpings of air freshener from time to time. But despite their protests, they were powerless. They did try and remove each other's diapers, but Lianne stepped in and warned them of dire consequences.
Thus by eight pm they were fed up, except for Shirley who still hadn't eaten, only drunk milk, and all were more than ready for sleep.
"I suspect you might be thinking of a night excursion," I said before lights out.
We had heard them discuss this, a plan to leave, get cleaned up, and return surreptitiously.
"A window in Room 1 was left open by some careless person. I don't know how you intended getting out of your handcuffs, butwe cannot allow you to leave our project, even temporarily, before Sunday as agreed. Accordingly, we are pulling up the special sides
on your beds. Simultaneously, Lianne Chelsea and I pressed buttons by the beds, and bars began unrolling from the base and making the beds into cots. The bars were locked in place with top rods, that made a mesh on top that meant that they were effectively coccooned in their own little prisons.
Thursday saw our project fall behind schedule. A disappointment, after the strides we had made.
We got our three up late. This was because I had been to the Inquiry, to receive their verdict. I was so relieved that this current experiment had not been brought to their notice, and my mind was buzzing with questions about whether I'd get into further hot water if details of this ever came out.
When I got back at ten, I apologised that the new diapers had not yet arrived, I really meant it as the smell was becoming awful, and Zander and Mike both were worth avoiding.
That was easy, as you could heard them coming!
The setback was on Shirley's account.
She wasn't wanting food and looked more unwell. I proposed calling a doctor. Shirley protested she wasn't that bad, but when she was sick again, I insisted. No doctor could come until the afternoon, so I said I would bring her to the doctor's consulting room.
It was only a mile away, and I drove her there, having unpadlocked her hands, leaving Lianne and Chelsea in charge of the others. We had been due to go to the real shops, but I told them to wait until we returned.
We must have looked an odd couple waiting with three others in the doctor's waiting room.
They could see Shirley was none too well, and her T shirt looked very grubby by now. I had asked if she wanted a change, but she said no.
Her shorts bulged oddly over her terry, which was still remarkably dry. She had remonstrated with me for ages, to get it removed, but I said it had to be worn as part of the project, besides the doctor wouldn't examine her down there would he? It was her tummy that was the trouble.
I was wrong. He was more than a little taken aback after he had asked her to take off her shorts.
He had done the usual things, temperature, examined her tongue and so on, before making this request.
I unpadlocked her. I attempted a simple explanation when Dr John Brown found words to utter his surprise.
He didn't sound very impressed, but took a cloth, wiped Shirley dry, while asking me to leave.
I had to, and I knew no more.
After twenty minutes, Shirley rejoined me. She was carrying her diaper, and offered no explanation.
But in the car, as I refixed her diaper, she told me,
"I've got some tablets to take, please take them and give them with each meal. He said we should phone tomorrow to find out theresults of the test he did."
I couldn't get any more from her, she did look a lot better, and I left it at that.
The rooms were empty when we returned. Against my orders, they must have gone out.
We waited. I gave Shirley her beetroot soup and she thankfully kept down her first meal. She fed me and it was getting lovely and cosy when a dishevelled Lianne and Chelsea burst in.
Evidently there had been another setback. The boys smelled clean and fresh, that was to the good. But they were locked in their cots, foodless, before I received an explanation. I interrupted however, and said to Shirley to have a rest. I didn't want her to hear what I guessed was coming.
In the staffroom they told me all.
They saw now it had been wrong not to wait. But the smell had been getting worse and worse.
So all four had set out on that shopping expedition, with the aim of buying some sets of adult disposables.
All had gone well when they bought the diapers at the brand new sissy shop.
Chesea had been very pleased when Zander had asked to choose a dress. She thought this was a real breakthru, and was looking forward to telling me the exciting news. Mike had said he was happy to do the same, and so they had allowed the pair the freedom of the shop.
"Zander chose a real sexy pvc number with lots of pleats and bows that you'd have loved," continued Chelsea. "But he wondered if it would fit. So he went to try it on."
"Mike had selected a bright pink satin dress, and went to an adjacent changing booth to Zander."
That's when the trouble had begun.
Almost as though it had been planned, both had called out for help. Unthinking Chelsea had gone into Zander's changing cubicle. With his hands behind him, he did need help getting the dress on. Ditto Mike next door.
Both my helpers stupidly undid the handcuffs, that was their mistake.
Zander was on Chelsea at once, fondling excitedly her big breasts. Lianne found Mike lying on her on the cubicle floor. Luckily Lianne had been able to call outbefore Mike stifled her shouts, and an assistant had rescued her, a second had secured Mike.
Lianne wondered if Chelsea might have been having trouble too, and when she checked, she found Chelsea in a worse state. Another few seconds, and he would have had her. Lianne shouted and dragged Zander away. With help at hand, Zander was pulled out the cubicle, his erect brown cock embarrassingly poking at his captors. Lianne had comforted Chelsea, and the four had made an embarrassed exit from the shop.
The men begged not to tell, and Lianne had agreed as long as they put on fresh diapers. In a restroom they were cleaned up and two of the new diapers put on them.
Hence the lack of smell now. Lianne said sorry for their blunder, she had to tell me despite her promise.
Knowing my own mistakes, I said not to worry. Chelsea had been shaken, but she's a strong minded girl and said she wanted to carry on. I was left mulling over a suitable punishment.
"No more negotiating," I told them after they's eaten their beetroot soup.
"You've proved you have to be treated as naughty little babies."
From the cupboard, I drew out two pairs of reins, that were fastened round each of their waists.
On the large buckle on the front was a picture of a teddy bear. The end of the reins I handed to their mistresses.
"Off we go," I announced. As Lianne pulled on Mike's reins, I pulled on Zander's. Chelsea I felt should accompany Shirley on this outing.
Both were pale, but said they wanted to come. Mike and Zander said not a word, I think they were thankful I hadn't come down more heavily.
However I didn't warn them that the reins were only part of their punishment.
(chapter 3 concludes- below!)
