This is a fictional story, this did not happen to me as it is impossible :(
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Chapter 1: Me Myself and I
First I should tell you a bit about myself, Im 18 and all of me is average size for a male my age (including down there). I lived on my own just outside the city. It was a quiet place as I had no living relatives, and I guess I dont have much friends either. I work in a corner shop in the near centre of town and I cycle to work Monday to Friday. At weekends I usually meet up with one or 2 of my friends (the only 2 I have) and rarely stay at home. I have no Babyfication fantasies and want to be the dominant figure if I had a relationship. Because I was brought up by my father after my mother died at birth I felt as if girls were not superior in any way. That, I found out Saturday morning, was about to change!
Chapter 2: Amandas revenge
Amanda, my colleague at work, had become my employee 2 weeks earlier. This happened, because I was promoted to floor manager, therefore giving me charge over the small working staff. Every work day so far I have made Amanda do all my jobs for me without tolerance to mistakes. One time I took it too far and she had her revenge. It started like this: The delivery guy who brings things in from the back entrance to store in the large area that we keep our supplies was one of the 2 close friends of mine. One time, he was delivering quite a heavy package so I naturally told Amanda to do it. After 10 minutes of struggle Amanda finally managed to drag the heavy package to the appropriate store shelf. She was lifting the long plank of wood onto the high shelves as me and my mate laughed and teased her while admiring her beautiful 20 year old body shape. Anyway, at one point she lost it and tried to drop the plank of wood safely onto the floor, however, due to the floors slippery surface the bottom half slid away from her and the top half came down and hit her right in the lower stomach. Because of the planks weight and angle it caused her bladder to give up with the strain of needing the loo for over half an hour (I made sure she had no brakes in work, even to go to the loo). She fell to the ground unharmed. Unfortunately, the fall had caught her skirt and ripped the entire garment from her. Then as me a my mate saw her exposed panties we went into hysterics. She tried to get up but her hand slipped on something wet on the floor. She couldnt get her hands into firm grips on the slippery floor so struggled for almost a hole minute. After I realized why she couldnt get up I went into another round of laughter. When she finally got up she left at a run. She wasnt seen in the shop that entire day. I decided as she made the accident on the store room floor she would clean it. I didnt know at the time but she had a revenge planned.
Chapter 3: The Caf
I was waiting for my peer at the caf on my Thursday lunch break when suddenly Amanda sat down opposite me. Before I started laughing she kissed me. I was shocked, then she said she was sorry for making a mess and that she really likes me! I was so surprised at this that it felt like my mind had just turned into overdrive. Before I could say anything she got up saying she wanted to buy me a drink. I was still in shock so just mumbled ok. I saw her at the counter a few feet away, teasing me by showing a thong above her ridiculously short skirt. I was too focussed on her legs and posterior to notice her put a huge amount of powder into my hot chocolate. She returned to the table and put my drink down. I mumbled a thanks. It was mid winter so I drank enthusiastically. She was teasing me with her whipped cream, putting it over her finger then licking it off slowly. I finished my drink quickly. After a talk (and she was doing most of the talking) I discovered that she had fancied me for a few months and really wanted me as a boy friend. While I was trying to think of what to say I suddenly went pale as I felt a huge wave of nausea overcome me. My arms and legs felt fatigued as if I had just over exercised and went limp. Amanda suddenly looked worried. I was half in consciousness when I realized I needed the loo badly and I couldnt stop a small amount of pee entering my boxers. As I recovered I told her I just suddenly felt ill and that my bladder had broken a little, and that I was going to go home before work. She looked understanding and said ok with a sympathetic smile. 10 minutes later I was ready for work again and I was just about to get on my bike when Amanda showed up in her car. She offered to give me a lift to work. I said sure (I started becoming fond of Amanda). Halfway though my shift at work I suddenly felt another wave of nausea flood over me. My legs gave way as me and Amanda were re-stacking the body care section. As I fell to the ground I realized helplessly that I was going to wet myself again any minute. Amanda remember that I had wet myself a little last time and did the quickest thing she could. There was a ripped sanitary towel packet that we were going to discard and she quickly grabbed one from the packet and shoved it down my boxers. Unfortunately the wave of nausea was making me have waves of contractions of my bladder causing me to pee on and off. I think she shouted ˜Wait there and I saw her run out of sight. She came back a second later with a box of adult pull-ups. She took one out and put it over my trousers. After I recovered, I realized I was lying on the floor with soaked trousers over soaked boxers, a sanitary towel and a diaper on top. Then when I stood up I realized that the entire back of my work shirt was wet as pee had spread over the floor.
Chapter 4: What to do?
I ran to the locker room and was forced to strip entirely as all my clothes were unusable. Amanda walked in looking away and said that diapers were the only underwear we had. I accepted, preferring to keep modesty over humiliation. After putting on another pull-up from the open box and opening my locker I realized the spare set of trousers I brought with me were far too small firstly to fit over my grown legs and secondly because the pull-up was bulky. I looked at the box and saw that these were for girls, thats when I noticed that they were pink, and secondly that they were for night time so they were double the size of normal. I knew I wasnt aloud to open another box that is on the shelf to get a smaller size diaper as company policy said that was not aloud. I asked Amanda if she had any spare work trousers, she shook her head. I also remembered that all my employees were female so it was not likely any of them have. Amanda did however, have an idea. She went to her locker and took out her work blouse, after throwing it at me telling me to put it on she left. After a bit of hesitation I pulled it over my head. Womans work clothes were a lot different to mens. Theres were a lot tighter fit and were shaped to enhance a womans figure. It gripped me so much I dare not move my hands quickly as it could rip the underside of the sleeve. She then came in holding the last thing I expected. She gave a cute laugh at my appearance then walked over to me. I smelt pee and instinctively checked myself. I had not wet myself, when I looked up Amanda was already walking round me and before I could stop her she did up the zip at the back. Then i realized, I was wearing the skirt she had her accident in.
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Chapter 4: What to do? CONTINUED
¦I now understood why I smelt pee, there was no visible stain on the skirt but I knew the smell was coming from it. Neither me or Amanda had cleared it up, we were too busy getting to know each other in the shop area. I said to her that I defiantly couldnt work on the shop floor dressed like this, so Amanda suggested that I work in the store room until my shift had ended. It wasnt a busy day with only Amanda and me on the shop floor so I agreed. As I walked past the shoe isle I noticed that in the mirror I could see under the skirt. Thats when I became far more self conscious. I suddenly started to feel the strange soft feeling of the skirt on my legs and how it moved when I walked. Also, because of the blouses material it also felt extremely new and weird. I tried to ignore it as I went to the stockroom. I had never done much work in here, so I didnt know where to begin or what actually needed doing so I got out the mop and started cleaning the floor. The trouble was, while mopping the floor below me the skirt kept getting in the way, making my cheeks burn red in embracement. Suddenly a gust of wind violently smashed open a window above freezing me as the cool air entered the already cold store room. I got the step ladder and tried to climb it but the skirt blocked my view so I couldnt see where the steps were on the ladder. When I finally reached the top I realized that the window had been damaged by the wind and it couldnt be closed. I moved quickly down the ladder to avoid the cold. A few seconds later another wave of nausea overcame me. This one so bad I actually went unconscious. When I came round I felt the cold floor on my bare legs and my head hurt. As I stood up I felt my underwear sag between my knees and realized I must have wet myself a lot during the last minute. I stumbled around heading for the door that I thought led to the shop floor. I was wrong, it was the door to the loading bay out the back. Then, still dizzy, I heard the back door lock behind me!
Chapter 5: Amanda Plan
I started panicking, the freezing weather blowing about under my skirt and making my nipples go hard. I ran for the front entrance and over to Amanda as soon as I could, people staring and laughing. When I got there my nipples hurt and I realized the blouse caused the pain and a slight itchiness. Amanda took me to the staff room again and I told her about what happened. She said dont worry, and that she will sort things out. To my surprise she lifted me to my feet and dragged me to the door, taking the shop keys with her. I told her it was freezing outside. She paused, deep in thought. Then, Amanda took off her shoes and reached under her skirt. She started pulling down her pale tights and then sat me down on a chair. Taking one of my legs she pulled off my socks and shoes. Before my mind could think of anything to say she rolled one leg of the tights and pulled it up my leg to my constant protests. The soft material felt extremely sensual with a feeling I had never previously experienced and I stopped protesting. She then repeated the process with my other leg. I stood up, intending to pull up the tights myself but Amanda went behind me and lifted the skirt up exposing to everyone outside my wet nappied crotch. I tried repeatedly to pull down the skirt but Amanda kept lifting it again. Finally, she took off her name badge and pinned the skirt up at the back telling me that if I tried to pull it down again she would refuse to help me. I stopped trying. When the tights were properly fitted on me she went back to the locker room, telling me not to move. She walked back up to me and took off my blouse in one swift upward movement. My arms lifted up automatically. Then she pulled something else over my head, as it came down in front of me I realized it was one of her spare bras. She asked me if this stopped my nipples from itching. I said no. She tutted, then walked away from me. I was about to follow when she got two spare balloons from the Christmas display, filled them from the staff water dispenser and put them down the bra. I felt so girly but the itching and pain stopped. Although the weight of them caused the bra to push hard against my back. I dont know how she convinced me but in only a minute she had me walking out of the shop wearing all girls clothes, a nappy and for some reason I left my shoes inside. After locking the shop I told her that I left my shoes inside, she looked surprised. I remembered the new security meant the shop could not be opened again that day. I told her I need shoes now! She stopped me from talking and told me her plan. We were going to her house to get me cleaned up then going back to my house. She said she could fix the problem of having no shoes, her friend had a pram that we could borrow that I could go in. I complained but she replied saying that do I want to go in a shop and have to try on shoes to see if they fit then buy them. I said ok to the pram idea. As we walked down the road towards Amandas friends house she told me to wait in the bus shelter. As I stood inside the shelter I didnt realize that though the clear wall of the shelter the skirt was still pinned to the blouse so everyone behind me could see what I was wearing. I decided to sit down on the bench but I slipped off it and landed hard on the floor. As I did this a huge amount off pee left my body and started to leak through the full nappy into the clear tights which turned a distinctive yellow colour. I wondered why I didnt get into a new nappy before we left. Also, I didnt notice that the muddy floor made the back and bottom of my tights a horrible brown colour. I stood up quickly and started pacing around. Then I saw in my reflection that my entire rear end was brown and that the skirt was pinned to the blouse. I started to cry loosing all dignity I had left. I sat down again on the seats again and waited¦ and waited¦
Chapter 6: The Journey
After what seemed like half an hour Amanda walked up to me pushing the pram. She saw I was crying because of the clear mascara line going down my cheeks. I completely forgot that earlier that day in the car she put makeup on me. We were only having a joke and dared me to keep it on during the first shift. Therefore, I didnt realize that the mascara had run and that the blusher, eyeliner, foundation and bright pink lipstick were still clear on my face. I sobbed while asked her where she had been. She looked sympathetic and told me that first she needed to borrow tights so she would be warm, then she had to set up the pram and then her friend had to get some spare clothes for us (she pointed at a clothes pile on the pram). She lifted me up and began taking off the blouse I was still wearing. Then she got what appeared to be an adult size baby doll sleeper and quickly forced it over my head. Obviously I had not courage left to stop her but still wondered how her friend happened to have this strange item of clothing at her house. Amanda then pulled it down my waist doing up the poppers that went under my crotch not even taking off the tights. She saw the brown patch on the tights and wondered why I had soiled myself in this way. The powder in my drink was only supposed to cause nausea and peeing problems. She didnt know it was the mud on the floor. I didnt know it wasnt mud, it was dog poo. When I sat down in the pram Amanda gave me a tablet and said this might help with the bladder problems. While I took it she locked me into the pram without me noticing. Then she started wheeling me out of the shelter and down the road. It only took a few seconds for the tablet to start taking effect.
Chapter 7: The now more babyish Journey
While in the pram Amanda told me to put on the mittens she had just passed to me. My hands were so cold I agreed to put on the bright baby pink gloves. Then, as I started to feel the effects of the tablets, a mitten accidentally fell off my hand. Amanda tutted, picked up the mitten and putting it on my hand again. She then got two of her hair bands and put them over my wrists, securing the mittens on my hands. Just then I started to uncontrollably pee. Amanda gave a small smile as she saw the appearing yellow stain on the sleeper crotch area. I saw it too, and I started crying again. Amanda said in a soothing voice that she could hide it and that I didnt need to worry. Out of somewhere (Im guessing the bottom of the pram) she showed me a huge pink tutu. Then, while I tried to remember what it was called so I could protest into not wearing it she strapped it round my waist. It was so stiff that it didnt fold over the nappy to cover it up, instead it blocked my view of the front of the wet sleeper and the path in front of me. Amanda suddenly said that she spotted someone that knew me and that she would go round the other side of the line of shops. This happened at least 5 times before I realized Amanda was leading me in a circle. When I enquired into who she could see she paused for a moment then said Jo. I didnt believe her so just said go straight to her house. She paused for a moment and said ˜Are you sure honey? and I just said yes. I didnt realize but she wasnt bluffing, Jo was standing at one of the main exits from the town square (which Amanda had planned, Amanda also made sure there was one of my female employees at every major exit from the square). As we got closer I also realized she wasnt bluffing but Amanda kept going pretending to try to hide me. Just as Jo spotted us the pram got jammed into a mound of snow. Amanda apologised endlessly to me as Jo walked over and then told me to pretend that I was one of her female friends and we were doing this for charity. Just then Jo reached us. Amanda walked in front of me and spoke quietly to Amanda. Jo looked over and burst out laughing. I just thought Amanda had told her we were doing this for charity, what Amanda had really said was who I really was. Jo was convincing enough for me not to realize that she knew me and then after a farewell Jo left us. I also didnt notice I had been constantly wetting myself since I took the tablet which showed at the front of the sleeper. The yellow stain now reached my waistline, just below the tutu and down the tights. Thats when I started to feel it. Amanda then stopped as a woman gave her a disapproving look. She walked in front of me, crouched down so I couldnt see her and did something. On a piece of card she wrote ˜This man believed that males were superior and stuck it in between my spread legs. I didnt know what it said and didnt have time to ask Amanda what it said as she suddenly put a dummy in my mouth and strapped it in using a cord over my head. She justified this by saying I had started dribbling and told me to close my eyes. I felt something like a wet cloth rub over my face started rubbing my face. I didnt realize it was a sanitary towel. She had developed a huge grin when she had finished. I thought it smelled a bit off but didnt question her. I was still deeply fond of her. I then noticed that Amanda had entered a shop, she told me quietly that this was the quickest way to her house. Thats when I realized I had no control over anything. My hands were useless for gripping anything under the size of a football, my body was locked down, my bladder muscles had gone and I couldnt talk due to a pacifier in my mouth. As we walked through every female went into hysterical laughter while every male looked disapprovingly at me. Finally, after a hole hours torture, I was at her house.
Chapter 8: Amandas Help
As we entered her house Amanda quickly threw the sign in the bin. This was the first time I had been in Amandas house and she kept it girly. Everything in the entire hallway was either pink or cream coloured. She wheeled me into what appeared to be a nursery. I tried to get her not notice me so that I could enquire into why she has a nursery, she saw my looks and explained that she does babysitting as a part time job. She helped me up onto the changing table where she pretended to try to undo the poppers. She couldnt, saying that in cold weather they sometimes get stuck. I was shocked, I wanted to get out of this as soon as possible, it was already 3pm! Amanda told me that the best thing to do was to warm the poppers up enough for them to become loose, and after saying that, she picked me up and pushed my feet inside the playpens door that was covered in plastic sheets. I tried to ask her why but the pacifier made it all gibberish so I did as instructed, she then gently pushed me until she couldnt reach through any more and let go. She then removed the pacifier but before I could ask her again I started to uncontrollably dribble. She quickly put the pacifier into my mouth again and I felt the dribbling stop. I was totally confused. Amanda clicked her fingers and said she knew what I needed and left. I tried to stand up but my legs felt to weak to do it, as I looked forward I saw the playpen door slowly close. I crawled over to it but it had shut. I didnt see the problem of this until I saw the one way opening system. The only way to open the playpen door is to pull on the little leaver on the opposite side on the top of the playpen, at head height. I was trapped in here. I turned around to examine my confined area. What I faced shocked me, in one corner of the playpen was a floor to ceiling mirror which aloud me to see myself fully. I blushed the brightest crimson I have ever blushed. In front of me was clearly a male, but wearing completely inappropriate baby pink makeup that had run down my cheeks, the most ridicules pink tussled sleeper that ended in a Y front over see though tights. On top of this was the tutu which was so full and large that it covered a meter in every direction, with the yellow stain reaching the hemline of it. When I looked at my posterior I noticed that the dog poo had soaked through the tights to show a huge brown stain on the fluffy rear of the sleeper. Thats when I remembered the huge bulk in between my legs of the nappy. I started crying again while hearing distant laughter, I looked at the other wall (the playpen was built into the corner of the room) and saw a huge window looking out onto the streets, everyone who walked past laughed at me. Some little children stayed to watch me for longer. It was dark before Amanda walked back in (its January so it gets dark at 6pm) and by that time I had wet myself even more (All I could do was watch the stain get bigger and bigger). Amanda apologised and said that she had a rather important phone call. She then passed in a glass of water but the mittens prevented me from holding it so she tried to pour it in my mouth. But, because I had removed the pacifier I suddenly started to dribble again. She said she had an idea and left again. She came back in with a feeding bottle full of warm milk and handed it to me. Then after removing the pacifier shoved it in my mouth. I didnt start dribbling but was forced to drink it as Amanda was squeezing it. After finishing the bottle Amanda left and brought in another load of warm milk for me to drink. And then after that I had another 4 bottles of the baby milk. When she went to refill the bottles I instinctively put the pacifier into my mouth, sometimes this was difficult as it had fallen out of my mitten grasp onto the floor so I had to pick it up from the floor with my mouth. She walked in with the 5th and I shook my head vigorously. She asked if I had had enough, I nodded wide-eyed. She said why didnt I tell her earlier but I couldnt respond so she just passed me the last bottle and said since she had poured it I had to drink it (she doesnt accept wasting food or drink). She then brought in 5 small bottles of baby food and asked me which flavour I wanted, I looked in disbelief at her but she didnt understand that and opened the first one. I spat it out straight away so she opened the second one and fed it to me. It was worse than the first so spat it out. She did this with all 5 bottles and I hated them all. She said which one would I like best, I pointed at the first bottle and the last bottle, meaning that one OR that one. She thought I meant all of them as I pointed down the row of them. After about half an hour I felt horribly sick and I still had 3 open bottles to finish. I shook my head when Amanda offered another bite. Amanda said that I had to finish the open bottles one way or another. Then she clicked her fingers (which she always does when she has an idea) and showed me the bottle. It wrote All the minerals/vitamins in this food can be given to a resistant baby by being rubbed over any exposed skin as the skin absorbs all the minerals/vitamins. My eyes went wide as Amanda tried to rub it onto my face. She said the only other option was down my nappy. My facial expression showed my disliking of the idea. But, as Amanda is so anti-waist she walked into the playpen and over to me. She sat down beside me and told me to sit up straight. The only exposed bit of the nappy was the two sides where the sleeper and tights didnt cover and Amanda started by making a hole down the left side. The smell of pee filled my nose. Amanda then proceeded to tip the entire bottle of food down my left thigh, it felt horrible. Then, she spun round to the other side of me and did the same. As I turned I felt the food squishing all around my bum and crotch area. Then she left the playpen and the room.
Chapter 9: Life in the playpen
I signalled out to Amanda by putting my hand to my nose, indicating the horrible smell. She said oh sorry and went to a cabinet. After a small amount of rummaging around she emerged with a pink can and walked over to me. She told me to crawl over to her and then she said shut your eyes. As soon as I did I felt the spray go over my face and down my front. She then got an Ambi-pure spray and set it onto 10 minute bursts. I opened my eyes and smelt entirely of girl.
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Again i can only say thankyou for your comments here is the next few chapters. Hope you enjoy
Chapter 9: Life in the playpen CONTINUED
¦Amanda then tried to undo the poppers that locked me into this outfit but like before they wouldnt budge. She kissed my forehead (which felt wonderful) saying that she will check the poppers in the morning. As she walked out I tried and failed to say something to stop her. I thought that Amanda had completely forgotten to take off the useless things I was wearing, like the mittens and the tutu. But, there was nothing I could do, in the corner there was a small cot area so I crawled over to it and shut my eyes (not realizing this gave everyone outside a perfect view of me). Amanda, while I was napping, went outside to where the window looked in on me and put up a sign saying This sissy has been naughty, now hes so scared of the consequences hes soiled his nappies!. Amanda made sure that while inside the playpen I wouldnt be able to see this sign. When I woke there was a bright light plugged into a slot in the wall, I nearly cried as I realized it was a night light. Also, as I moved I realized I must have done a number 2 into the nappy. I quickly tried to stand up but fell down landing on my bum spreading the poo round the nappy. I started crying as I realized I was wetting myself at the same time, this time however, because the nappy was so full, the mixture of pee, poo and food spilled onto the plastic floor and I thought I would be left in it for ages
Chapter 10: The advanced Loo Contraption
. Just then Amanda walked in. She noticed the mess on the plastic floor and quickly came into the playpen grabbing a towel. She pushed me until I was lying flat face down on the floor and wrapped the towel over my posterior. I could see everything that was going on because I faced the mirror. I also heard laughter and saw some small girls at the window. The pacifier was re-strapped round my head for some reason making it impossible to take off. I dont remember myself or Amanda doing that. Amanda quickly lifted me saying that she was sorry that she didnt close the blinds to the window. She carried me quickly to the opposite corner of the nursery which had a contraption that looked like a loo and a harness but was far bigger and didnt have water in it. She took off the stained towel that was over me and put me down on the seat. I began to fall as my legs were too weak to hold me so she quickly put the 4 seat belt type things over my two shoulders, and one either side of my waist. They locked in the centre with a big button on the front that would release me. Amanda relaxed as the constant mess that emerged from a rip in the nappy seeped through the tights and into the loo type bucket. But then she noticed that some of it ran down my legs and nearly dripped on the floor and she quickly lifted my limp legs and plonked them in the bucket too. For me to be in this position she had to fold down the seat, however, this cause me to fall and the harnesses dug into my underarms. She quickly apologised and got two other straps and put one over my left leg and one over my right leg. Then she pulled them tight forcing my legs wide apart until I was almost doing the splits. This aloud the pee to drip freely into the bucket. Amanda left him again, forgetting to shut the blind to the window. I pushed the big button and instantly realized I shouldnt have, the straps that still remained on me were the leg straps and it caused my legs to go more than 90 degrees and I screamed. Amanda ran in, lifting me and re-doing the harnesses. Then, because she said I couldnt be trusted, she strapped my hands together behind me causing my hips to push forward. Amanda walked over to window and opened it, asking me if this is what I wanted her to do with the window. As I lifted my head to respond she took that as a yes. Before she left I made the loudest noise I could through the pacifier and Amanda looked at me. I tried to tell her that it was cold through my body language but instead of closing the window she went to the cupboard, opened it and pulled out a baby doll hat. She said sorry but this was all she had. She then accidentally knocked the cupboard door mirror so I could clearly see myself and left again. I tried to shout to Amanda but all I did was make people outside look in. After a few minutes I started to feel wetness through the mittens and realized my hands had fallen down so far that all the pooey stuff that was emerging from the nappy was landing on my hands not the bucket. Before I manoeuvred my hands into a position that was safe from the pooey stuff I already had great deal of it squelching inside the mittens. I started to cry uncontrollably. It was over three hours until Amanda returned, holding a huge clear plastic bag full of what looked like milk. She walked over to me and hung it above me. Then she removed the pacifier from my mouth and I thought finally I could talk, I was wrong. Like before, my salivary glands started to work in overdrive which resulted in my mouth being covered in liquid. Amanda got the end of a tube and pushed it into my mouth. It felt like a sausage was in my mouth. She then got the other end of the tube and attached it to the overhanging bag of liquid and clipped it on. She told me that when the milk filled the tube the end in my mouth would expand and go straight down my throat so I could drink it quickly. As I looked up in horror she opened a valve in the top. In my mouth the small plastic sausage shaped thing grew quickly, almost choking me as it went down my throat. I felt so ashamed at that point. I tried to close my mouth but all I did was puncture the sausage bag and some liquid filled my mouth. It did taste slightly of milk, but a lot more horrible and freezing cold. Amanda knew that the ingredients were some what¦original. She included; some of the hottest spices she had, pills that she knew no man would ever want to swallow (some that will permanently change a man), a pile of sugar, baby food, ice and even some stuff she has to drink to stop problems with her female organs. She then blended this in with two bottles of gone off milk. I was almost dieing, the taste, smell and quantity of the substance were all making me feel incredible discomfort. At first the idea of a tube going down my throat sounded horrible, now, I really wished that there wasnt a puncture. The liquid covered my entire mouth and the tube blocked me from swallowing. I had no choice but to keep the foul stuff in my mouth flooding my tongue. Amanda unlocked my mittens and moved one over to the tube. She pushed my mitten fingers over the tube and I squeezed. After a second or two the liquid stopped coming which allowed me firstly to breath and secondly to pull out the tube so I could swallow. I forgot that the mitten was covered in poo and so when I pulled out the tube brown stains covered it. I swallowed quickly. Then like earlier I started to dribble and so was forced to put the tube back into my mouth. The first thing I tasted must have been small amounts of my own wee and poo. I started crying and accidentally let go of the tube. More liquid flowed into my mouth. When I finally gripped it again I breathed hard through my nose. Amanda looked up and said calmly Only six more mouthfuls to go. I looked at her horror struck. ONLY SIX! I remembered what she was like with wasting food and knew I had no choice but my face showed how upset I was. Amanda looked at me straight in the eye and said ˜This is the only thing I can give you, the dribbling you get every time your mouth is exposed to the air is a condition I have seen before. This is the only option, and you need to eat and drink. She then put her arms over my cheeks and rubbed my ears (I didnt notice her put magnetic earrings on me). Then she kissed me and loosened my grip on the tube. The liquid started to poor into my mouth and down my throat again. I didnt know how long I could last.
Chapter 11 - Saturday Night Nightmares
By the time I had finished the bag full of liquid my mouth was freezing and I felt like I had just thrown up in my mouth. Then suddenly, as the spices came into effect, my mouth began to burn. I screamed and pulled the tube from my mouth. Amanda knew what it was but told me that it sometimes occurred as an after effect of the drink. She said that she didnt have any of the soothing medicine left but she had an idea. She also said it would be horrible but the intense pain of the spices forced me to say ok. She went behind me and undid a strap instantly swinging me upside down. I felt all the nappies condense flow up my body towards my head. I got worried as drops of pee and poo hit my chin¦ then I realized what she wanted me to drink.
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Chapter 11 - Saturday Night Nightmares CONTINUED
I screamed no, but no sound emitted from my mouth because Amanda had put in another device. It was a funnel that faced the roof (now the floor because I was upside down) with a nib that went into my mouth. I quickly took it out and put my thumb in my mouth instead. I tasted the wee again but the dribbling got rid of the taste quickly. However, my mouth was still burning. Amanda clicked her fingers and said she saw something that could help. She ran to a wall mounted cupboard and rummaged around for a second. She said that all she could see was powders until she grabbed a tube. I managed to read a small amount of the writing labelled on it and I read ˜PREMARIN VA-. I didnt know what it was but its thick cream was moving around my mouth. It worked, and in the next few moments I felt a small sense of relief. I was looking directly into Amandas eyes and I knew that she was amazing. She was doing everything she could to help me.
I refocused and swallowed the liquid. Amanda took out the tube and I asked her what the cream was used for, momentarily pulling my thumb from my mouth. She paused, then said its used for women during menopause. I asked her how does the mouth get affected by menopause and then she blushed, saying its not actually meant for the mouth. My eyes went wide, and realized what the ˜VA was on the tube. I spat out discussed, I had just swallowed stuff that girls use to help there organs during menopause. Amanda walked over to me, seeing I was about to cry. I was still upside down and wee and poo were still dripping up my neck. She lifted me the right way up and kissed me on my forehead. She then put on gloves that doctors use and finally undid the poppers between my legs. I felt pressure release from below me and slipped a few centimetres.
She then un-strapped me from the horrible harness and put me down on a huge white towel she had laid out. She then pushed the dummy in my mouth, removing my mittened thumb and stripped me fully naked. She smiled to herself as she saw my genitals had become the size of a 10 year old. I didnt notice however, as I was lying flat on my back. She took me to the bathroom and lay me down beside the bath. Looking round the room I saw a weird shape toilet, a sink that had screen and a bath that had no taps. I looked up questionably at Amanda, she smiled to me and said she will just run a bath for me.
She pressed some buttons on the touch screen and suddenly looked annoyed. She told me that the bath had a pre-programmed setting that she used and that it would take over an hour to redo the settings and then another hour to re-do the settings back to her normal ones. I said I will just have the settings she had programmed, thinking it will only be the water temperature. I was wrong, she started to tell me that the bath is completely different to normal ones, I just said it will be fine. She said ok and lifted me into the bath. I was in awe at the size of the bath when she pressed the GO button on the screen and removed the towel that was round me. As I wondered what would happen my head was quickly pushed back onto what felt like a pillow.
My eyes were then covered by small pads and I felt warm water start pooling around my crotch. I realized I had wet myself again and Amanda gave a soft yell of shock. She pressed a few buttons on screen and, while blinded by the pads over my eyes, a towel rubbed over me. After that had finished the normal procedure started again. As I was overcoming the shock of it all I felt more pads land softly on different parts of my face. Amanda told me that her father had a company that built machines like this and others, like the toilet and sink. I was trying to listen to her but the sudden rush of water made the noise inaudible. I felt hot water rush over my legs and up my body. If I didnt have pads covering my senses I would have seen that the water was pink and bubbly and that it smelt of perfume.
Instead, I just felt the lovely water rise up over me. When I was fully covered in water (except for my raised face) I heard muted mechanical sounds start. Then suddenly I felt soft metal things run up my legs and the pads on my face became wet. The only part of my face that wasnt covered was my mouth until a device like the pacifier pushed hard onto my lips. I could still breath but my mouth was now covered. The soft metal now proceeded over my genitals. I had a worried feeling in the back of my mind but that was soon forgotten by a lovely soft feeling encircling my legs, which followed the metal thing. I guessed that these must be cleaning machines. Amanda told me that she was going to get a quick snack and that she would be in the other room.
I lifted my arm in acknowledgement. My arm was then pushed down by another of the soft sponges and the metal thing began its work over that part of me as well. The pads on my face were still giving off small amounts of cream and my lips felt like they were being kissed my the machine. This went on for a hole hour but Amanda still hadnt returned, I felt wonderful until I felt something hard begin going up my rear. I began to panic until an electric voice told me to stop moving. It sounded like the automated lady on the telephone (you know the one) and I had an odd thought that I wonder what else she has been on.
Anyhow, apparently the thing that was in my rear end is another part of the cleaning. The bath detected that I was dirty there and that it should clean it. Unfortunately my natural reactions made me lift up my hips so it could not penetrate further so the bath responded by trying to shove an equally hard metal rod into my front. Then I realized what Amanda was talking about, the bath was meant to clean females and expected me to have the space there for it to work. Because the metal cleaning rod could not enter the part of me that didnt exist I felt other metal part land just above where my genitals were, then, as it pushed down, other metal plates tried to flatten over my genitals squeezing my balls.
I felt a huge amount of pain flood over me as the front plates squeezed and the rod that goes up my rear dug in more. I heard a scream and suddenly all the machines stopped and the water in the bath drained out. I expected the plates and rod to withdraw from me but they didnt continuing to squeeze my male parts. Instead I felt Amanda pull off the facial pads and look worryingly at me. I had stopped dribbling now which was good and I could see. The sudden light blinded me but I saw a silhouette come closer and kiss my on the lips.
Amanda then came into focus, I smiled at her, she smiled back. I then re-realized that I had a metal rod up my rear end and metal pads on my front. I looked down and saw what I had thought. Coming from the wall was a series of mechanical arms on standby around me and two of them over my front. The other one I was sitting on. Amanda told me that she had pressed emergency stop and had cancelled it, I felt relieved but Amanda kept her worried face on. I asked her what was wrong, she said three things. Firstly, the machines over my crotch wont let me go, secondly that every Saturdays Amanda had set the bath to do extra cleaning, and thirdly that she had also set it to relax her female body with the baths spa system. She turned her head, indicating for me to look at my body. I looked down and saw my completely hairless body. I nearly died of embracement, I actually looked like a girl!
My body was silky smooth and a strong smell of girl overcame me. I nearly fainted as I looked at the area that my genitals should have been, instead there was a pink metal curved plate flattening it. I started crying in humiliation. Amanda kissed me again and told me that there was only one thing she could do, and that was to continue the cleaning mechanism until it had ended so I could be released. I looked at her, thinking she was telling the truth, so nodded.
At once everything started again. Water flooded over me and my face was again covered in pads. I was pushed back into a lying position and I felt the machines over my genitals start pushing again. Apparently the rod that was almost inside me was supposed to relax me but I felt the opposite. Just then, mechanical pads covered every part of my body and they started to vibrate. Also, suction pads went over my nipples which I thought quite strange. However, it was wonderful, apart from the terrible pain in my bum and genitals the pads worked wonders. There was some that were pushing too hard or too soft but I guessed this was because it was designed for a different shape body to mine. This was going on for about ten minutes until I called for Amanda, she didnt answer. So, I waited¦ and waited.
The vibrations started to become uncomfortable, especially in the lower regions. I called desperately for Amanda as I heard her walk in. She shouted an apology then pressed a button that withdrew the massage machines. She said all I needed to do was push this one button while directing my fingers to it and it would have stopped. She said she thought I knew, I obviously didnt. The bath tutorial system didnt play for me because it still thought I was Amanda and that I had seen it before. I got slightly angry at Amanda and was going to express that but her sudden kiss made that feeling disappear. Instead I smiled at her.
It only took a few seconds for my smile to vanish however, because of the fact that I was quickly lifted vertical by the bath. I had not time to dwell on how my body was dry as well, because my legs were lifted up and into something. Then, before I had time to stop it from happening, I was then automatically dressed into the clothes that the machine though were best. After only 30 seconds I found myself in front of a full length mirror wearing a ridiculously short pink tutu skirt, a white baby doll blouse that buttons up at the back and a clearly visible black sexy bra that seemed to suck on my nipples like the bath had done. Then, I realized I was also wearing two pink petticoats under the tutu skirt and to my disbelief an adult diaper. As I tried to close my legs to stop this I nearly fell as I found myself in black, knee length heeled boots. Amanda couldnt stop herself from laughing as I tripped and fell hard onto the floor. The only comfort was that the nappy cushioned the impact a little.
The machine then lifted a purse into my hand, and lifted me to the mirror and began applying makeup to my completely changed face. I looked in awe as I saw that all my spots had gone, that my face was more rounded and clearly smoother and softer and that my lips were now naturally fuller and redder than before. On top of that my eyelashes were now longer and my eyes naturally fuller, even before makeup. I then wondered if my eyebrows were normally that thin and shaped. Then it sank in what the machine was doing now. I tried to turn my head but pads pushed into both my temples forcing me to look straight. I looked helplessly the machine applied generous amounts of eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, different pink coloured mascara and blusher to me.
When it finally stopped I turned to Amanda, she was doubled up laughing so hard. I began to cry again, not even making the mascara run as it was waterproof. Amanda suddenly stopped laughing, she walked over to me and smiled, kissing both my cheeks. She then helped me walk to the living room and told me why this happened. She explained that every Saturday the bathroom would automatically get her ready to go out and that because tonight she was intending to go to one of her friends themed fancy dress parties her bathroom machine had set her clothes out for her. She started to apologize but I stopped her, I said it wasnt her fault and that if she was going to this party then she should still go. She smiled again, saying that I could stay at her house for as long as I wanted.
We then organised for me to stay the night (as I couldnt go home because I had no male clothes, she was going to buy them for me tonight) and that I would sleep in a sleeping bag she had in her room. I was really happy and then left her to go and get ready saying that I would be fine in these clothes. I heard her wardrobe open and then her entering the bathroom. I asked her if I could see what the mechanisms were and she said sure, we walked into the bathroom and she shut the door behind us, brushing her chest over mine for a moment. She then began to undress in front of me saying that because she got to see my body I get to see hers, and that she wanted company. I was happy with that and watched her undress.
She was only wearing her bra and underwear when she told me I could sit on the loo, pointing at a white device that looked like a loo but I wasnt sure. She showed me how to sit on it and started talking about safety. I didnt listen, to busy staring at her chest. She got up, asked me if I was ok with the instructions and I said yes. I didnt think there was anything difficult about sitting on a loo. As I sat down on the bowl part of it the entire thing went into life. Amanda didnt notice this as she got into the bath facing away from me talking about one of her bad experiences with the loo. She told me that she was on her period and she clicked the emergency button. I didnt hear any more as I was focussing on the fact that I was trapped because of a large bar swung up from between my legs, stopping as it touched my waist.
My tutu (Amanda said they were now my clothes for a joke), petticoats and nappy were squished against this bar and I felt a vibrating pulse over me making me suddenly need the loo. Amanda couldnt hear me over the rushing water and her own talking and I wet myself, soaking the entire nappy. The toilet then must have realized I was wearing a nappy because I suddenly felt it slide down my legs. Because I wear trousers normally I forgot that there was nothing to stop my underwear from being pulled down. Wearing a skirt left me completely exposed. Then, while I was thinking about this, another part of the machine lifted the skirts and petticoats up blocking my view of my privates and the loo.
My futile attempts to escape only resulted in me being cut across my thigh by a shaving razor that was next to the loo, causing blood to emerge from my thighs. The bar then moved back to its original spot covering my genitals. What I felt scared me, my man parts were squeezed through my legs by the bar and something was vibrating where my female organs would have been if I had them. I realized this loo must help people to pee and I also realized that there was a funnel my pee should go down but because my male organs pushed between my legs I would miss the funnel. The machine part that was holding up my skirt stopped pushing up and my skirts and petticoats landed softly down over my thighs, I looked down at the controls and saw that the light meaning urinating was on. I really needed to pee some more but knew I would miss if I didnt do something. So, in frantic idiocy I pushed the button titled ˜clean.
The vibrations stopped but instead of removing itself the plastic funnel began to suck hard on where my pubic hair would have been. Then suddenly I felt cream being squeezed over that area and a soft thing push harder and harder against me as it tried to clean further in. I panicked and pressed the next button down. This time I hoped for the funnel to be removed but instead I felt what could only be described as a sex toy try to enter my front. Also I felt the same thing start pushing into my bum and then my head was pushed up so I was looking up not at the buttons. I also felt sucking feelings on my nipples and I then saw another sex toy try to enter my mouth. Just as it did my dick was pushed back into the funnel area as I went hard. I felt so bad but so good at the same time as the huge things entered all parts of me. I cried again and it all stopped.
I wondered why until I looked down, the light was now on pregnant. I wondered how this was possible until I realized what I was doing down below. The senses in the loo had obviously picked up the sperm. Suddenly a list of options came up, I pressed the one that said cancel but this automatically went back to the pleasure setting. I pressed back to the pregnant setting but accidentally pressed the next set of settings because I pressed the button about 10 times. The only thing I managed to read before it started was ˜Warning, once this procedure has started, you cannot pause it. I nearly died of embracement as I was lifted up then laid down on the floor.
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sorry its only a small chapter 1 I've been really busy 2 Hope you like it, Amanda is trying to cover up what had happened with the loo.
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Amanda was lying in the bath unaware of what was going on. I was on the floor next to the bath with machines all over me, I felt dizziness overcome me as I felt a huge sucking on my crotch. I blacked out and didnt remember what happened for a hole hour. When I woke I knew I was now on a bed of some sort, I felt that my lower region was stinging painfully even before my vision came back. When it did however, I realized I was lying on Amandas bed, still fully clothed, the petticoats pushing my skirt up so I couldnt see below my waist. I then realized Amanda was behind the wall of petticoats as she lifted her head, she looked like she had just been crying. I quickly asked her what had happened. What she told me made me spin back into unconsciousness.
Chapter 12 - Morning after Blues
I woke up sweating in Amanda˜s bed, I had dreamt that night that I had been in a strange bath and then was pregnant on a loo seat, where Amanda told me that the machine took off my man parts and made an opening like the female organs. I relaxed a little as I realized how ridicules this was. I was in her bed because I had fallen asleep while she was with her friends on a night out. But then I noticed something that made me panic, I had that same stinging pain in my lower regions! I leant forward, trying to get round the petticoats that blocked my view. Just before I saw my underwear Amanda called me, I turned and was momentarily shocked by the way she was dressed, she was wearing some of the clothes that she had bought for me to change back into. As I noticed her clearly defined chest, her two nipples showing through the pale cream shirt and her panties showing below that. All she had on was her panties and this shirt, she was carrying jeans.
Amanda smiled at me, dropping the jeans and walking over to me. I fell back onto the bed as she climbed onto it and on top of me. She put her panties over my underwear and started kissing me passionately. After a few minutes she suddenly stopped, blushing. I asked her whats wrong, she said she had just had her period¦ on me. We quickly got up, I saw that the top of my nappy was red with blood. Amanda quickly apologised, I could clearly see the red stain on her panties.
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...Amanda quickly apologised, blushing a deeper red than the stain which covered the entire front of her panties. She said she could get me cleaned up and as she pulled me out the room with one hand she took off her panties with the other making her completely naked below the waist. I was watching her rear end as we entered the nursery again.
She picked out a nappy from a cupboard and wrapped it round herself, using it as a makeshift panty. I was distracted by her beautiful and rather odd appearance as she re-strapped me in the now clean harness. There was also a clean bucket below that which I didnt expect to use. For some reason she did up all the straps including the two that forced my legs open which I thought were only used to keep the pee from going down my legs. I was confused but didnt realize my situation until Amanda walked out of the room, swinging her hips teasingly at me. I realized I was again in the harness wearing a wet nappy and the girly clothes. On top of that the skirt and petticoats have been lifted up so people outside the window can see me here and in the wet nappy. I also felt the pain from having my legs stretched out and I noticed how smooth they were as they stuck out either side of the skirt and petticoats.
As Amanda walked in again I noticed how she was wearing more boyish clothes than me. She had kept the shirt on and was now wearing my jeans (the pair she had bought for me). She walked up to me, intentionally getting so close that I could feel her body over mine. I felt one of the shoulder straps loosen. She blew softly on my neck as she kissed me again. I tried to kiss her back but she withdrew, resulting in me falling forward and landing painfully on my left shoulder. My legs were still harnessed in so I did the splits as I fell. I couldnt help myself and I cried.
Amanda undid my legs then spoke to me like I was a child telling me it will be ok. I was going to answer her but she had already moved to a cupboard to get something. I had bruised my shoulder quite badly and Amanda gently put a wet sponge on it to help it heal. She then said she had something to stop this from happening again.
I sat on the pink fluffy carpet for a few seconds after being fully un-strapped, feeling the carpet on my thighs and the soft petticoats resting on my legs. I looked round the room and saw straight up my own skirt in the mirror. I blushed brighter than before as I tried to close my legs. I couldnt. The blood and pee stained nappy stopped my thighs from getting any closer together and I couldnt lower the petticoats so I turned and faced away from the mirror, forgetting that I was now facing the window.
A few more minutes passed before I realized I needed the loo badly, and it was number two. I tried to get up to walk but I got cramps in my legs and crotch area. I didnt know what to do, the only comfortable position was sitting on my bum but I needed to go. I tried to hold it out. After another few minutes it got so bad that I was forced to go. I thought of nothing else as I felt the poo exit me, spreading over my bum and towards my crotch. I also peed a little as well, making the overall feeling of being in the nappy even worse.
As soon as I finished Amanda walked in, carrying a huge pink and white frilly thing that looked like a duvet of padding. She lifted me up, but I fell instantly because of my painful legs, squishing the gooey mess all over the nappy. Amanda apologised, and instead began to strip me on the floor. I was down to the nappy before I asked her why she was doing this. She said it is so she can put the safety pad suit on me, pointing at the pink duvet thing. I asked her why I couldnt wear my normal clothes and she said I had a bruise and it might get worse if I wear clothes that dont have padding, and that she was wearing them. I smiled at this remark, because of the cuteness she said it, not because it was funny, because it wasnt.
I was about to complain again but she stopped me by leaning towards me and whispering into my ear that she wants to look after me. I smiled as she winked. After a little bit of kissing I lifted my legs as instructed and she pushed under me part of the pink puffy suit. She then pushed both my hairless legs through the leg holes and did up the little bits of white ribbon that tightened the material to both my legs (The ribbon is also on the inside, so is impossible to undo if I was wearing the suit properly). I was then lifted as Amanda pulled the suit up my body and my hairless arms were pushed through the appropriate holes. The same type of ribbon was done up at each arm hole and then finally Amanda tried to do up the Velcro at the back.
I heard a rip and saw Amanda frown. She said she would just fix this and went out the room again giving me a chance to look at what I was wearing. The suit was a pale cream colour with pink ruffles where the pads are. I saw them on my bum, hips, crotch and chest. I looked and felt ridicules. My face was so soft and girly, the makeup only adding to the girly effect. My body was shaped to a girls figure except for the huge bulk at my crotch. But then I noticed, as I turned at a right angle to the mirror that the front of my crotch was flat, the bulk pushing under my legs and on my bum. This made me feel even more like a girl, if that was possible.
On top of that, as I turned away I felt a small weight shift on my chest, like I had small breasts. I thought it was just the extremely thick padding on the chest that caused it. The longer I waited the more I felt like something was wrong. I am sitting in the middle of a pink nursery looking completely like a baby girl wearing a messy nappy with an open window so people could stare directly at me. Why hadnt I changed the nappy? I then found out that the chest pads had liquid inside them but the other pads didnt. I was really confused.
Chapter 13 - The total transformation
This time I only had to wait a minute before Amanda returned again. She was holding a sewing kit. She went behind me and stitched up the Velcro, stitching me into this suit. I, however, didnt notice that I was being locked even further into the suit and instead told her that everyone who sees me from outside will know Im a boy not a girl. Amanda frowned like earlier, momentarily distorting her perfect face. She then clicked her fingers, and walked over to the window, moving inside the large locking playpen area. She told some kids outside to go away and tried to shut the blind, as she pulled it I heard a snap. The left railing came down from the ceiling and landed on the floor. She frowned, then said she had a thought. She said because I look like a baby girl the people outside will think Im a girl, I wasnt convinced so she said she could make me look more convincing.
Amanda took four hair bobbles from a small cupboard and began putting my hair into bobbles. By the end of it I had two pigtails sticking out from my hair. But, as my hair isnt long enough to make proper pigtails I still doubted Amanda. She clicked her fingers again and walked out the room. I was looking round the room so didnt notice her come back. She pulled one of my pigtails making me jump. Amanda laughed, I blushed more (if thats possible). She then began adding extensions to my hair. I let her do it, mostly because I was distracted by her body constantly rubbing over me as she tightened them on me. When she had finished I was surprised at what she had done, the curly pigtails had more of an effect than I had thought, and they were almost my hair colour. She then pulled me into the playpen winking at me.
I was lying on my back on the plastic floor as she climbed onto me, but before she even started kissing me I felt pain in my legs. She stood up, saying sorry and then told me to stay here because she was going to get some food from the supermarket. I still wasnt convinced at my appearance so asked Amanda if she had anything else, she thought for a moment, then walked over the crib and picked up some cuddly toys. Through the playpen bars she pushed a pacifier into my mouth, which I spat out in disgust. By chance, the pacifier landed in the bin, directly on top of the wipes Amanda had used to clean me before.
She said fine, if I didnt want to look like a baby girl thats ok with her. She then threw the cuddly toys back into the crib. I said sorry and pleaded to her to make me look like a baby girl, unaware of situation I was in. Subconsciously Amanda was making me want to be a baby girl. Amanda frowned, then said ok and she threw me the toys. Then she said she was late and had to go to the shop. I said ok, but could she pass me something to eat and drink in the meantime. As she walked out of the room she picked up the first things she saw, a bottle of milk, a bib and five baby food bottles. She passed them to me and left. I couldnt open the top of the bottle so had to drink it from the nib. It was room temperature so tasted horrible.
I stopped half way though, not being able to finish it because of its warmness. I had an idea, in the open cupboard next to the playpen was what looked like a small fridge, big enough for small tubes and bottles of cream like the one I drank earlier. I managed to open it, lifting my bum up as I tried to push my arm through. Inside was more of the cream that girls use for menopause, some other sets of female rash/infection treatment cream and some cold pads that appear to be used for sensitive nipples.
I took out all of the things inside the tiny fridge and put in the bottle. It only just fit. I left the other creams and things on the floor and tried to rest. I looked out the window and noticed some little girls laughing at me from outside. I became really self conscious and began trying to think of ways to make me look more feminine or babyish. I remembered the pacifier in the bin and crawled over to it. As I took it out I realized some pee and poo stains on it and cringed.
Wiping the pacifier on the bib I reluctantly put it into my mouth, hoping this will make the little girls think that I was a baby. I thought it worked, but obviously the girls knew I was a boy from the sign still propped up outside. Amanda laughed as she walked down the road looking back at the two girls looking in the window, thinking the plan could not have gone any better.
I was getting hungry, and hot. The suit kept in the heat and the nappy was itching so much. I couldnt do anything to stop it so tried to take my mind off it by eating the horrible food. After eating some of it using my finger as a spoon I realized how messy I was getting. I tied the slightly stained bib around my neck, accidentally making a knot. I ate all five bottles because I was so hungry.
I suddenly started panicking when I looked at the back of one of the small bottles of food, it said ˜This mixture of 100% natural foods contain natural hormones to help your girl develop. I then read down and saw a bit say ˜Warning, may be harmful to females if they consume more than double the daily recommendation I checked to see how much was a ˜daily recommendation. A quarter of a bottle per day! I calculated that I had eaten about 20 times the daily recommendation! I cried again and laid down, the itching in my nappy becoming unbearable.
Amanda returned a hole hour later, carrying bags of food. She saw me crying and said that her friends had held her up and that she was sorry. I kept crying, unaware that I was still sucking on the pacifier. I pointed at the bottles of food, she picked them up and read the writing. She fake gasped, hugging me as she started crying. She said she was so sorry and is there anything she could do to make it up to me.
I told her that my nappy was itching and I was too hot. She found the cream on the floor and told me it would work. It wasnt cold anymore but it still will sooth the itching. I said ok and she walked behind me telling me that there is a small zip in the crotch to change nappies. I laid down, opening my legs. She undid the zipper as far as she could but it wasnt enough for the huge nappy to fit through. She said sorry, the nappy I was wearing was extra big because it is meant for night times. She had changed me when she put me in the bed before. She was really upset so I lied and said its ok. She did however, manage to squeeze some cream into the top of the nappy which helped a lot. I felt a small sense of relief as I felt the cream go down towards my crotch, tingling slightly. She told me that the pads might cool my chest down a bit, I said ok to that as well. Amanda leant forward over me, which gave me a direct view of her pink bra, and I was unaware that Amanda was undoing a hidden zip that opened directly to my chest. She put the small pads over my already wet chest. If I had noticed what she was doing I would have wondered why I had a wet chest, only she knew the answer to that.
After she had finished, she stood up, purposefully rubbing her chest over my body. I felt the cold pads as I remembered what she had done and asked her how did she get the pads down my onsie. She smiled pointing to a zip under a flap as she walked out. I looked under the flap, which was just below the huge liquid filled chest pads. I tried to open the zippers, but they were stuck, and Amanda had already left the room. I felt my nipples go hard, which surprised me. I leant back and sat down on my bum, causing me only to think about what I had done in the nappy, still sucking unconsciously on the pacifier, the pigtails in my hair. I didnt know when she was coming back.
After I woke up from an unexpected sleep I called for Amanda, until I realized it was dark outside. She must be sleeping. The nightlight was on, and I was trapped in this small playpen with nothing to eat except the horrible girls baby food (she had moved the small food trolley over to the playpen side, I could only open one of the cupboards, which contained the girls baby food). After what seemed like an entire day Amanda walked in, I had been watching the sun rise above the houses opposite, being totally aware that I had soiled myself three more times. Amanda smiled as she noticed I was awake, wearing a pale pink almost see-through nightie. I gawped at her, she looked beautiful, her large chest enhanced by the tight nightie, her nipples poking through. As she sat down I noticed that she was wearing a thong, which meant that she had changed into these things this morning, for me. She hugged me while kissing me, then she stood up, smiling down at me. I tried to stand, but the cramp that went from in my upper thighs to my abdomen was too much. I cringed, Amanda smiling to herself as she realized what was happening.
As she walked out talking about something I got a clear view of her bum which was swaying as she walked. I felt blissful, despite the fact that I was wearing a completely soiled thick nappy, a pink suit with pads all over, cream in the nappy that is changing my body and cream in the chest pads that were developing my now C size breasts. I was also eating food that contained special hormones, which contained the hormones that had permanently changed my testicles into ovaries. I hadnt noticed any of the transformations, only aware that I was still sucking on the pacifier with long fake pigtails. Also a ton of makeup covering my face. I lent back into a lying position, instantly regretting it as I felt the gooey stuff in my nappy spread up my back, and I waited.
Amanda walked back in with some equipment, I was wondering what it was as she sat down, rubbing her legs over mine. She told me this was to make sure I didnt have any rashes, and I saw what appeared to be three plungers connected to tubes. She asked if she could check me, I said yes eagerly, not expecting the three plunger shape things to go into the places that they went. Amanda managed to unzip the chest pads and she poked two of the plungers inside, putting them round my nipples. She got the other one and put it down another hole at my belly button, but she pushed the smaller plunger down until it rested over my small man parts. She turned the knob on the small box and I felt a large suction on my chest and a strange pushing feeling down the diaper. I asked her what she was doing and she showed me the equipment box. It had three small screens on it, each one had two numbers on it. I didnt recognise a pattern in the numbers but Amanda obviously did. She told me that the sensors on the suction tubes have picked up a few developing rashes over my body and that they were healing them. She told me that each screen is linked to each tube and the number on the left was how big the rash was and the number on the right was how long until the rash was cleared. I noticed that each sensor said that I had a 18 bad rash and it would take over five hours 24 minutes for the first one to be done. The other two were one hour later and ten minutes later. I felt tears well up in my eyes, I had to be strapped to this machine for over six hours.
Amanda noticed that there was tears in my eyes and comforted me, saying in a soft voice that when this was over we could do things together. I smiled, thinking everything was fine. I was wrong. I was told by Amanda that the suction on the chest pads were to hold them in place, in reality, they were making my chest bigger. The tube down the diaper was changing my embarrassingly sized dick into something that was more girly than boyish. I was hugging Amanda too much to notice.
After about half an hour she stood up, realizing that I had fallen asleep. When I woke, I felt odd. Firstly, I had a pain in my lower abdomen which was unfamiliar, secondly, my weight felt different, and I couldnt balance properly. Thirdly, I noticed that the machine was still on my body. I quickly leant up, feeling the heavy chest pads wobble, but the feeling was slightly different. I ignored it, looking at the three small screens. Each one had the left side saying zero and the right side saying minus four hours. I couldnt turn off the machine from where I was sitting, so I tried to move. I couldnt, the pain in my abdomen and crotch instantly turned into violent cramps when I moved, and I felt nausea flood over me. I also felt as if I was about to throw up.
I slowly laid down, making sure my legs didnt do any work. The machines suction had become painful and the plunger shape things on my chest had become tighter and smaller. This was odd, but I didnt think anything more off it. I tried to sleep, but I couldnt, and I was still waiting for Amanda. She finally came in, after what felt like three hole hours. She quickly turned off the machine, apologising. She told me that because I was asleep she didnt want to wake me to turn it off so she left it on, making sure I didnt have a rash. I smiled weakly at her, feeling the pains in me increase slightly. And I needed the loo. Amanda told me that she would change me now, and I smiled at her. I said quietly that I couldnt move, and I noticed that my voice quivered as I spoke, and it was higher than usual. Amanda said that I was just in pain, thats why my voice was higher.
She slowly pulled me to the changing table, then began to unstitch the big duvet. It took a long time, as the pain made it impossible for me to help, or even move. She removed my legs from it, folding the duvet over my face, making the stained bib rub over me. I turned to one side, trying to ignore the food that was smudging round my face, but the pigtails stopped me from moving my head round too much. I felt the diaper come off, and I heard Amanda make a small giggle, which didnt sound like normal giggle. I didnt feel another nappy slide up my legs this time though, but instead something silky and tight lifted over me. I also didnt understand how I couldnt feel my dick, even though the nylon underwear was tight over my front. I tried to lift my head up, but I couldnt. A spasm of pain caused me to lye down. My arms also felt heavy.
Chapter 14: Amandas Revenge - My mouth was dry, and the pain caused my head to swim. I didnt notice anything as I went into unconsciousness. Amanda removed the end of the safety suit and began dressing me, barely able to contain her giggles. I woke up. Was I in my car, on a train? My eyes opened, and all I could see was pink. I tried to get up, but felt too heavy, so I waited impatiently for my body to wake up. Finally I was able to move my head, which I lifted. The first thing I saw made me go dizzy, I was staring at two large breasts, that were attached to me! I raised my left hand, seeing that it was small and soft, with five long pink nails extending from each finger and my thumb. I touched my chest, feeling each nail over my sensitive breasts, my nipples instantly going hard through the thin pink bra. Oh my god, I thought to myself, as my hand collapsed by my side and my head fell back. When I woke again, I was more prepared. I tried to reason with myself, ok, I now have a huge chest, but that doesnt mean Im a girl. I lifted myself up again, using my hands as supports, and I looked down at my panties.
They matched the bra, with soft nylon pink covering the entire area, except for the black waistband and a white bow. I noticed that I now didnt have a bump that my dick should have made. I expected this much, realizing what had happened to me. When I pulled down my panties however, I didnt expect to find that. All that was left of my man parts was a small bump, with a tiny hole in the middle. I wasnt a woman, but my ˜dick˜ was about one centimetre long, if that! Oh my god I thought to myself, realizing that what was inside my ˜dick was what women have. Suddenly I became aware that my crotch was in agony, and then I realized what was inside the panties, a sanitary towel! The world around me went fuzzy and I felt the panties waist band ping against my waist as my fingers lost grip. Then I felt it happen. It was the most girly feeling I have ever felt, and it was far more painful than I had imagined. The tiny hole that existed between my legs was being forced to widen slightly as everything left me. When it was over, everything; the pain, the feeling, it all left me. My mind exploded and I felt a sudden urge.
When I woke up Amanda was leaning over me, smiling a horrible smile that I had never seen before. When my mind focussed I asked one word, why? She explained to me that over the last three years every female member of the shop had hated me, and that Amanda had let them all join the ˜GIRL˜. My confusion showed in my face and she explained. A special part of the government was taken over by women and this program was set up. The ˜Girls Invasion of Real Life was the new program that was created, and its first aim was to destroy every living mans power. I didnt understand so Amanda continued; In the last week every male member of government had been transformed like I had, starting the womans rise to power. I was shocked, seeing a smiling woman reporter speaking about the new system. But I still didnt understand why I was involved in this, I wasnt in the government. Amanda explained.
Chapter 15: The takeover - Because there was a few ˜takeover ˜GIRL members left some of them, I.E. Amanda, were given a chance to takeover anyone of there choice. So, because I was so sexist, Amanda chose me. That explained that, but I still didnt understand what was happening. Amanda told me that my new body was the new generation of males. My brain, along with thousands of others, have been modified to feel humiliation and inferiority far more than anyone should. This is so women can be the dominant figure in life. We have also been modified to reproduce when given a special chemical, and the child will either be a girl (the word female will be scrapped because it contains the word male) or be born like me, the Sissy race. Amanda told me the general aim of ˜GIRL˜; The girls will never have to go through pregnancy (unless they want to), because the Sissies will do it, the girls will never have to work hard, because the sissies will do it, the girls can even skip having their periods if the periods become too painful.
However, the sissies have been genetically modified so that when they have a period, it will be as painful as pregnancy), the sissies have lost there bowel muscles, so they have no control over weather or not they soil themselves (unless a girl, if she chooses to, puts in special plug that will stop the pee/poo from leaving the sissy, thus making the girl in full control as the sissy cannot do it by serself). The sissies are born with a lisp as well, and cannot have sex. They can only have that kind of pleasure if a girl touches that part of them. They are also born a lot weaker than girls and it is impossible for them to gain a lot of muscle, they have a lower pain threshold as well, and are also a lot smaller.
I was in shock, if the girls succeeded then there will be no males left on the planet. I asked Amanda why they call themselves girls, because girl implies that they are still young. Amanda explained that two, she told me then Woman and Female contain man and male so they have been scrapped and removed from the dictionary. The words lady and girl now mean woman and female. Oh, I said, in an extremely high voice, tears flooding my eyes as I looked up at the tall figure of Amanda, wishing that I was her. She lifted me up to my feet, which made the bloodstained sanitary towel move slightly in my panties. I heard loud sounds outside, which upset me. There was sirens and shouts and I saw a fire in a clothes shop.
Amanda laughed, telling me that right now every male item of clothing was being either burnt, recycled into girls clothes or destroyed by another means. I was in shock, wondering how they could do this. Amanda told me that almost every woman in the UK had joined the GIRL program, and most of them had become ˜destroyers. Every single ˜destroyer had made sure that there boyfriend/partner/brother/father/sons clothes had been destroyed, and as there was at least one per household, there was almost no mans clothes left in the UK. I couldnt take this in, it was all too much.
Amanda continued, there are a few different types of GIRL members; some were ˜Takeovers-used to transform the first of the male population, there was ˜destroyers-Used to destroy ever y male object, ˜Finders-Used to find and take the next line of males to be transformed. I stopped her, saying that isnt that the Takeovers job? She laughed, saying that there is not very much takeovers, and some of the stronger men needed to be stopped first. So the ˜Finders are usually girls that are connected to army men, policemen etc. All the powerful male members of the UK who couldnt be taken over have been stopped, usually locked by their girlfriends/wives etc. Amanda laughed, telling me that one of her friends had locked her husband into ten disposable diapers, and she shredded his Army Generals uniform in front of him. She paused for a second, then continued;
˜Stoppers are used to destroy male communication lines, most of these are secretaries for important businesses. There are ˜Makers- the girls who have taken over the production lines and are making all the woman equipment, and other ˜Makers are re-decorating peoples houses and generally making the UK more pink. She smiled as she said this. She frowned, forgetting the rest of the GIRL members jobs. She instead told me how most GIRL members can do more than one thing. For example, Amanda is a takeover GIRL member, but is also a Finder, Destroyer, Stopper and Maker. I was puzzled so she showed me a pile of clothes on the floor¦ my clothes.
She lifted some of my clothes into a pink box labelled recycle. The others were put into the bin. I asked her firstly how is she going to recycle everything an secondly how is she going to dispose of everything without causing the globe too much damage. The clothes alone must fill the landfill sites in the UK. She smiled at me, telling me what Is now happening. The GIRL foundation has developed a way to recycle everything in the entire world. They have been working on it for years and finally have finished. They had made sure the new recycling plants were finished before the GIRL program started, claiming the new recycling plants were for other things. I said that they couldnt get away with that, she smiled and said that every person who could stop the recycling plants from being made were GIRL members, or were being forced by ˜forcers˜. She clicked her fingers, obviously remembering a new job that GIRL members do. She said that almost every other man, who had not been taken over by a takeover or finder, has been made into a forcer. They have been blackmailing there male partners into doing what they said.
I asked her if the recycling plants are so good, then why is some of the clothes being thrown away. She smiled wider, saying that they are not being trashed, they are being sold. Again my face showed my confusion, you cant sell it to the UK. She said that it was to make connections abroad. If we sell the clothes and items so cheaply to other countries then they can get GIRL members abroad to expand until finally they take over that country and then recycle those clothes as well. I cried, helpless, knowing that the GIRL foundation had beaten the UK, and soon the world.
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