DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains nudity, strong language, forced crossdressing, diaper usage (messing, wetting, etc.), masturbation, and other ABDL themes. This story is a two-parter, so stay tuned for more! I hope you like it!
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There I was, front row seat to the biggest event of the summer.
My sister, Abby, and I share an apartment together at college. One of our parent’s fantastic ideas to save money. Living together was a complete hell, because despite the fact that we’re twins, we couldn’t be more different. She’s incredibly pretty, and super popular with both guys and girls. By comparison, I was a skinny, pasty loser, who’s never had a girlfriend. It wasn’t that surprising, seeing as how I was only 5’1”, far shorter than most of the guys I was in class with.
So when my sister told me she was having a big slumber party with all of her girl friends, I knew I could let this opportunity slip by. From what I’d seen watching teen comedies, girls’ sleepovers made for some of the most exciting and risque viewing experiences. And I had to experience it for myself.
I told my sister I was staying with a friend that night and pretended to leave the house around mid-afternoon. Little did my sister know that my duffle bag was filled with snacks, drinks and plenty of tissues for the long night ahead of me.
Since we lived on the first floor, I left my window open so I could crawl back inside. Once there, I gently eased myself into my gaming chair and flipped on my monitors. The other day when my sister was out of the house, I snuck a few hidden cameras into her bedroom and placed a couple in the living room as well, just in case. Maybe I could sell a “best of” reel when this was all over. Now, all I had to do was wait.
And the wait wasn’t long before the guests began to arrive. There were many faces I recognized. There was Sarah, whose picture could be found in the dictionary next to “ditzy blonde”. Another girl I noticed was Kiah, who was impossible not to notice. She was 6’1” and a bodybuilder, who could probably bench me with one hand. In total, a good 15 or 16 girls showed up.
However, the most important guest of all was Becca. She was my sister’s best friend. She had long, black hair and a pair of massive tits strapped to her chest. She was tall and fit; exactly the type of person I was interested in. She was also the type of person who’d never give someone like me the time of day.
But tonight was different. Tonight, I was in the power seat.
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Was...was this really it? Where were the pillow fights, the overly sexual pajamas, the makeout sessions?! This was all wrong! It’s been four hours and all they’ve done is sit around, casually drink beer and talk about boys. Where was the good stuff?!
As the time rolled closer and closer to midnight, several of the girls started leaving, probably because of how boring the party was. There were only a handful of girls left. Part of me wanted to give up, but another part of me was carried forward by a sunk cost fallacy. Once midnight hit though, I was over it. I guess girls' sleepovers just weren’t like the movies.
I left my computer desk and decided to take my frustration out with some good ol’ meat beating.
Looking back, I wished I’d stayed at my computer for just a few minutes longer, because maybe I would’ve noticed an oblivious blonde girl struggling to find the bathroom.
I had no time to react as Sarah burst into my room, catching me red handed on the bed. Her hands shot to cover her mouth as she burst out laughing. And it only got worse when she called everyone else over. They all had a good laugh at my expense, as I covered myself up with my comforter, wishing I was anywhere else.
Of course, things got worse from there. Leave it to my sister to always be the most observant in the room. Her eyes darted over to my computer monitors, noticing the camera feeds scattered across the screens.
“You little shit!” said Abby, her face red with anger. “Come have a look girls. Betcha can’t guess what he’s jerking it to?”
The gasps and jeers from the small crowd of girls was enough to make my head spend. Waves of emotions washed over me as I began to cry, pleading “I’m sorry!” over and over again. This only served to make things worse as my sister walked up to me and slapped me across the face.
“Stop fucking crying! You’re only sorry because you got caught. I should turn you into the police for this!” my sister screamed with no remorse. She looked as though she were about to hit me again, when suddenly, my saving grace came in the form of Becca, who placed a hand on Abby’s shoulder and pulled her into a circle with the other girls. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, only managing to catch a series of giggles and watching them look back at me several times with hungry grins. I didn’t know what they were planning, but it couldn’t be good.
At last, the circle broke and my sister approached me once more, with her posse in tow. She reached forward and grabbed my face by the chin, forcing me to look directly into her eyes.
“Alright bro, you wanted to see a REAL slumber party in action? Well, you’re luck, because we’re gonna give you the first hand experience.” Her evil smile sent chills down my spine.
*gulp*
In no time at all, the girls had me tied up and hauled out into the living room, where I was dropped off on the carpet. They then began to remove my pants. I kicked and struggled against their many dominant hands. Unfortunately, I probably should’ve just kept still, as my foot bumped into the night stand, sending one of the beers flying into the air; its contents landing directly on my crotch.
If the humiliation was bad before, it was nothing compared to the thunderous roar of laughter that came with my newly soaked pants. “Awww! Did the widdle baby have an accident?” said Kiah, pinching my cheek all the while. She then proceeded to hold me still while the girls stripped me of my clothing in a flash.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was fully naked, surrounded by a circle of gorgeous college girls. Believe me, it wasn’t as sexual as it sounds. One hand went to cover my crotch, while the other shielded my face as I curled up into a ball.
My sister kneeled down next to me, snapping at me to look at her. “Hey! You’ve got two options. The first is for me to call the police and show them everything you filmed tonight. But you don’t like that option, do you?”
I furiously shook my head no, thinking about how much my life would be ruined if that happened.
“Good, I’m glad you’re finally starting to gain some common sense,” stated my sister in a mocking tone. “That just leaves option two. You will be our doll for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. We can do whatever we want to you and you must obey no matter what. Any sign of disobedience will result in option one returning to the table. Do I make myself clear?
I nodded my head solemnly. Whatever they could come up with couldn’t be nearly as bad of getting kicked out of college and potentially going to jail.
The girls wasted no time getting to work. It was like each person had a task to complete as everyone was running around gathering supplies. Several other girls, including my sister, left the house to go and get God only knows what. Meanwhile, Kiah stayed with me, keeping a tight hold on my arms as she forced me face down onto the couch.
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An hour later, I was gently awoken by one of the girls. I must’ve fallen asleep in the time it took to get everything ready. As I opened my eyes, I looked around at the crowd of girls, all staring at me eagerly. Whatever they had planned was about to begin.
Four of the girls lifted me up and lowered me down onto what looked to be a yoga mat. The two girls who’d grabbed my legs didn’t let go, holding my bottom up high. That was when the panic really set in.
My sister approached me, and she brought with her something that was white, folded and covered in plastic. As she unfolded it, my eyes widened in terror. In her hands was a bright white medical diaper.
The girls dug in, liberally powdering and oiling up my butt and privates. Then came the moment everyone was waiting for, my sister walked up between my legs and sat down, setting the diaper under me as she did so. My butt was slowly lowered, landing audibly on the crickley padding. More powder was added before my lower half was ceiled up in the infantile underwear.
Once finished, Abby stood up, admiring her handiwork. “There, now we don’t have to worry about any more accidents.”
“Don’t look now,” said Becca, “but I think someone is excited to be our little baby!” All at once, the tent that was forming in my diaper became the center of attention. I wasn’t like I had any control of it! I didn’t get to finish earlier and I’d been saving myself in preparation for tonight for a few days. Even though I was embarrassed beyond anything I could remember, I couldn’t help but feel super aroused.
Becca leaned down and tugged the front of my diaper open. She then took out a bottle of baby lotion and squeezed a giant glob down my diaper, smothering my penis in the creamy, white substance.
Placing a delicate hand on my diaper front, Becca slowly started needling her thumb around the head of my cock and swirling her palm at its base. The other girls watched in awe and fascination as, in less than a minute, I was splooging a massive load of cum into my unused diaper.
I was mortified. I’d just had my first handjob, and it was in a fucking diaper! The fact that it was Becca, of all people, only fueled my humiliation. This was some monkey’s paw shit if I’d ever seen it.
“Looks like my baby reeeeaaaaally likes their diaper, huh?” Becca cooed, patting the front of my spunk-soiled nappy, causing a few extra spurts of ejeculation. The other girls stood by in a chorus of giggles. Everyone just stared at me for a few seconds before Abby finally broke the tension.
“Does the dirty little baby need a change?” my sister asked in a devious voice. Part of me wasn’t certain how I should respond. Judging by her tone, Abby definitely had something up her sleeve. However, I wasn’t sure my penis could handle anymore more of the slippery diaper that my dick was embedded in, with my boner showing no signs of retreat. I nodded my head compliantly.
The moment that the wicked smile curled onto my sister’s face, I knew I’d already fucked up. “You heard him girls. The baby’s worried that one use is all that his widdle diaper can take.” she said, triggering an onslaught of mockery from the rest of the group.
“Don’t you know these things can hold, like, a ton?!” said Sarah, lowering herself to boop me on the nose with her finger.
Becca stood up and faced her friends, dawning her own vicious grin. “Stop now ladies. We shouldn’t mock our baby’s concerns. If he’s really afraid of leaking, we should make sure he has EXTRA protection.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. One at a time, each of the girls grabbed a diaper out of the pack and rushed over to tape it to me securely, jabbing holes in each layer to ensure optimal usage.
Finally, with Becca taping on the final layer, the girls were finished, and the laughter that followed was uproarious. They’d managed to tape all 12 diapers from the pack onto me. It was so thick that I couldn’t even get my feet to touch each other, much less actually close my legs. If I had to guess, I’d say the diapers stuck out from me by a full foot, at least.
“Now the baby won’t need changies all weekend!” screamed Abby, doing her best to project her voice above the constant jeering from the crowd.
My face was redder than a tomato, I’d never been so humiliated in my life. Fuck, I’m not sure anyone had ever been this humiliated in all of existence. Kiah and Sarah grabbed hold of my arms and brought me to my feet. It took all of my concentration to stop myself from falling over.
“Alright big boy, here’s the deal,” my sister said, her jokey mood suddenly replaced with one of authority. “We’re gonna give you a chance to wiggle out of the rest of your punishment.”
My eyes lit up with hope. I had a way out of this yet.
“If you can walk to your room and lock the door without falling over, you’ll be safe from us for the rest of the weekend. Sound fair?” With little choice, I shook my head yes.
The first step was definitely the hardest. It took me a minute to figure out my mobility limits, the girls taunting me all the while. With way too much effort, I finally took my first and last step. The weight and size of the 12 diaper layers was just too much, and I was sent tumbling backward.
Most of the group of girls cackled at my failure, all except for Becca, who must have seen my doom coming, because my head fell directly into her lap. Seated next to her were three large baby bottles. She looked down at me with motherly eyes.
“Is the baby ready for num nums?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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