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Chapter 1
"Touch your nose." A simple statement, but it was the only thing I could focus on. A semi-truck blaring it's horn couldn't have phased me. The only thing I could do was bring my finger to my nose, and it filled me with such a sense of accomplishment when I did. A smile broke across my face as my index finger gently landed on the tip. I did it. It felt like I had finished a test, met a crucial deadline, or warmed the heart of someone. That feeling of great worth. But, wait, I just touched my nose... How is it giving me this feeling?
"Good boy." That voice, that voice silky, smooth, utterly perfect voice made my melt further and further. I could feel me calling in the distance again, but it was fainter now. A whisper on the wind.
"Did doing what I say make you feel good?" I knew it did, more then anything else I could think of. But, I simply nodded my head and smiled. "Listening to me will always make you feel that way. Don't you want to keep that happy feeling?" How could I say no? I simply replied, "more then anything."
"Good." The voice continued. "The only thing you can focus on is my voice. When you hear my voice and listen, it fills you with joy and happiness. To disobey will bring sadness, emptiness."
"I will listen." It was the only thing I could focus on. This voice was the only thing in the world to me.
"That's my sweet boy. But, you don't always feel like a boy, do you? You must be honest with me. Speak."
"Sometimes when I'm alone, I'll sneak into my sister's room and put on her ballet tutu." No no no no! Why did I say that? Nobody knows about that, and here I am proclaiming it to this stranger. With this nervousness, I began to feel uneasy. Maybe this is wrong. What am I doing?
"Oh my, sweet boy. Thank you for sharing." There is that wonderful feeling, again. Once the words sweet boy entered my ears, I was filled with joy. I seemed to shrug off telling this stranger my inner secrets. That worry and dread began to melt away. "Is that all you do? Speak honestly."
"No. I bought a package of girls pullups some time ago. Before I go into her room, I put one on and then dress up in the tutu."
"Now why on Earth would you do that?" I had to answer the voice. It was the only thing I could do at the moment. I wanted to feel that joy of answering the voice.
"I like to pretend to be a little girl who just started ballet. I dance and mince around and around. It makes me feel pretty and cute. I do that until I have an accident in my pullups." This isn't happening. I have this mix of utter joy as I answer the voice more and more, but this gut wretching humiliated feeling as I spill my soul more and more to this unknown being. "After I have an accident, I sit on the ground and pretend to cry about it."
"Why do you cry about it? It seems like that is what you wanted."
"I cry because I have to wear diapers if I have an accident."
"Is that what you want? To wear diapers and be a baby girl?"
"Yes. I cry because that's the part I'm playing but all I really want is to be a big baby girl."
"What happens after the 'accident?' "
"Nothing. I live with my mom and my sister, and there is no way for me to get diapers in the house. It was hard enough getting the pull-ups in. I can't imagine trying to sneak diapers in." That's it. I've gone numb. Numb to feelings, words, and actions. This stranger knows more about me than anyone on the face of the Earth.
"Well, that's where I come in, sweet girl." I melted. More than before.
"When I say wake up, you will remember nothing of this conversation. It will be like you took a little nap. You will then go put on a pull-up and you will continue to wear them. They will be your undies from now on. If you don't wear them, you'll be afraid of having an accident. It'll get harder and harder as the days go on to not have an accident. When you finally start having them, you'll feel a need to play with yourself before you can change into another pull-up. It'll be the best orgasm you can imagine, and everytime you cum, it will make you want to have more accidents. Finally, once you are out of pull-ups, you'll feel an overwhelming urge to buy diapers because you simply can't control yourself anymore. While all this is happening, you'll find yourself acting more and more juvenile. Your actions, words, and mannerisms will seemingly get younger and younger without your knowledge. How does that sound?"
"It sounds like a dream come true to me."
"I can see you are getting excited already. Do you want to play with yourself?
"More than anything."
"Then do it, sweet girl." With that, I started to stroke myself. I moaned slightly as I built to a climax. More and more I stroked until I burst everywhere.
"Now, wake up."
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Huh? What the? I opened my eyes to see a black computer screen starting back at me. I must've dozed off. That was a peaceful nap. I started to get up, but ugh. Did I cum in my pants? Jesus, I gotta change.
I made my way to my dresser and put on some new undies. I slid my shorts up and started to head downstairs.
*Crinkle*
What the hell? I looked down and saw my undies were my pullups! Why did I put these on? Should I change? But, but, I don't want to have an accident. Wait, why do I think that? I haven't had an accident in years, but I should keep them on, just in case. With that, I headed downstairs for some dinner. Mom was cooking.
"Hungry?" She asked.
I was too distracted by the crinkle in my pants to answer.
"Hello..." She said trying to get my attention.
"Oh, hey Mommy. Sorry. I'm a wittle hungry."
"Wittle... Mommy? Your starting to sound like your sister. Are you feeling ok?"
Jesus, snap out of it. What is going on?
"Ahem, sorry. Yeah Mom, I'm hungry." With that slight hesitation, I was met with the growing need to go pee. I can't seem desperate in front of mom.
"I'll be right back. I've gotta go potty." Ugh, I haven't said potty I'm years, but I can't worry about that now. I quickly excused myself and ran to the bathroom. Just as I reached for the door, the floodgates opened up and I completely wet myself! I couldn't believe it, but it felt so good. So good, that I turned around and went to my room. I was harder then ever and I began to furiously rub myself. I pictured myself all dressed up in my pullups and tutu. Being made to prance in front of my friends and family. The more I pictured it, the more I rubbed. Until, finally, I came to an Earth shattering orgasm inside the wet pull-up.
Ok ok, I had my fun. I gotta put on some undies now. Same thing, I grabbed some undies and pulled them up. As I pulled my pants up, I see I put another pull-up on! I know I just had an accident, so I'll keep these on just in case. So, off to dinner I went. Crinkle crinkle. I'm starting to love that sound with every move I make. I came downstairs and plopped down at the table, and while I was waiting, my thumb found its way into mouth. I didn't mind because it just felt right.
"What are you, a big baby now?" My sister had skipped into the kitchen and caught me sucking my thumb!
" I am not a baby! " I said around my thumb but I didn't want to take it out.
My mom chimed in, "Sweet boy, take that out of your mouth right now." I heard the sweet boy and I melted into bliss with my thumb still in my mouth.
"You keep sucking that thumb and you'll be getting a pacifier soon." My mom smiled as she said that, and I forced myself to remove it. But deep down, that pacifier sounded nice.
Dinner carried on as usual. My sister talked of playing with friends and blah, blah, blah. I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking back to that session of playing with myself and the images of me all dolled up. I couldn't take it. I didn't want to sit at that table any longer.
"My tummy is full Mommy. May I please be excused?" Mommy... Tummy... They just seemed more and more right as I said these things..
My sister giggled and said, "try not to suck your thumb baby!"
"Shut up!" I yelled back.
"Careful young man. I'll pull those pants down for a spanking if you keep up this attitude." My mom shot me a look.
" Sorry sis. " I replied quickly, remembering what kind of undies I was wearing. I quickly turned and headed upstairs, but as I reached the stairs, my thumb found its way back into my mouth. I retreated back to my room and plopped down in front of my computer. What is wrong with me? Why am I acting this way? Everything felt right as it was happening, but I knew something was off.
The urge to pee crept up again, but instead of going to the bathroom, I leaned back and let it all go into my pull up. It just felt right, and my member felt so too as I grew hard once again. The tutu, the princess pull-up, and everyone babying me flashed through my mind. I pictured myself with my thumb in my mouth as everyone told me what a little cutie I was. I didn't see myself as a baby, but still same sized me. It was more enthralling to be "grown up" being treated that way. I came hard. More then before. My thumb was raw as I had been sucking it the entire time. I made my way over to the dresser to find that I had only one pull up left. What was I going to do? I needed to be protected from these accidents I've been having. I got nervous, so I formulated a plan of how I was going to get more pull-ups back into the house. Just as I was about to change into a fresh one, there was a knock on my door. It was my mom. I quickly yanked my thumb out of my mouth just before she stepped into my room.
"I'm just checking on you. You seemed different at dinner and I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine Mommy."
"I like that you're calling me mommy again. It reminds me of the time when you were still crawling around in diapers. But, let's try to act your age a little bit more. Do you need anything else?"
" No. I'm ok. Thank you."
"Your sister is spending the day with a friend and I will be out running errands for most of the day, so you will have the house to yourself tomorrow." And with that, she turned and left. I felt so naughty standing there in a full pull up in front of my mom and she was none the wiser.
I decided to get some sleep after this ridiculous day I have had. I threw my pants and shirt off to be left standing in just my soaked pull-up. The little decals that told parents if the pull-up had been used were long gone by that point, and a noticable squelch occurred as I walked over to my closet for my jammies. As I stood there contemplating what clothes I would wear to bed, I heard a soft ding, like you here in a microwave but much quieter. I turned to find the source only to be met with the blueish, blackish haze of my computer screen. I swear, I turned that off or did I? Look, all I know is that when I left the room last, it was off. After rubbing my eyes, the screen remained unchanged but clearly on. I crept over to it, quietly as if I would startle it if I moved to quickly. Just as I sat down, the screen came to life more. A video started to play... Oh my God, it's me paying with myself! There I am in the throws of passion with me, myself and I. You can clearly see the used pull-up as I rub myself more and more. I cringed as I watched wondering who recorded this and how. But at the same time, I started to get hard in my pull-up. The same pull-up from the video except now it's even more full. Just as I thought about reaching down for another quick round, the video stopped, and the screen just said...
Tomorrow 8 am, sit in that chair. I know you have the house to yourself... Then the screen went blank...
What am I going to do? What is going to happen if I say no? I tried to put it out of my mind as I stood up. There was a noticable squelch from my pull-up as I moved back to the dresser. One pull-up left. I quickly changed out of the full pull-up and into a fresh one... I crawled into bed and waited for what tomorrow might bring on....
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