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MR. AND MRS. CAGE By Deewet, 2003 "I'm not sure," I told Mr. Cage, my face lowered so I didn't have to look in his eyes and see the sure contempt. His question caught me off guard, coming so unexpectedly as we ate in Goodies Diner. He wanted to know if I ever thought about dressing as a girl. It was if he could see through my jeans to my pink panties. So sudden was his question that I answered, "I'm not sure" before I could stop myself. Now all I wanted was to get out of this booth and forget about working on his farm for the summer. "I embarrassed you," he said. "I'm sorry. It's just that you are so little for a high school senior that I wondered if you might have experimented with girl's clothes. They would fit you much better than boys." My head grew hot and I didn't respond. Instead, I played with my fries that were growing cold on my plate. Did I ever experiment with girl's clothes? If he only knew how many times I fantasies about being dressed completely like a girl. When I looked at girls in their skirts and dresses, I wish so hard to be them. I finally looked up at him, wondering where this was headed. He leaned forward, his warm eyes looking safe. "I can make your dreams come true." Not being a complete fool, I knew he was coming on to me, but I also knew that he was married to a very good-looking woman. What was he offering me? "Let's go out to the house," he continued. "If you find you are uncomfortable I'll bring you back." He smiled. "But, I'm sure you will be more comfortable than you can imagine." My voice was gone. I could only nod. His smile grew. He tossed the keys to his truck to me. "You go on out to the Blazer while I take care of the bill." He leaned across the table and whispered. "There's a bag in the back seat. You slide out of those clothes and put what's in there on for the ride home. Mrs. Cage put those in there for you to wear home." I numbly rose from the booth and headed for his Blazer, wondering if I should run to the nearest phone booth and call for my older sister to come and take me home. Except she wouldn't be home since we didn't have a place to live anymore. The Blazer was on the far end of the parking lot, thankfully away from other cars. My heat beat fast as I wondered about what clothes were waiting in the bag for me. What ever I thought would be waiting for me in the bag, wasn't at all what I expected. Mr. Cage's talk about girl's clothes made me figure a dress or something might be in there. Instead, when I climbed into the Blazer, looked in the bag, I found two thick pink diapers, a pair of plastic pants with side snaps, diaper pins, ruffled socks and a pink shirt. Everything looked to be sized to fit me. I couldn't believe it. He wanted me to dress up as a baby girl. For a few moments, I sat stunned, wondering what this meant, fingering the plastic pants. They were very soft, but crackled loudly. "Come on now," Mr. Cage said as he arrived at the truck. "Get on back there and change." "I can't wear those," I cried. "Of course you can." Mr. Cage closed the door. "Mrs. Cage picked those for you." "But, they're baby clothes." "That's right," he replied. "You're going to be our baby girl for the summer." I didn't know what to say. Never had I thought about wearing baby clothes in my fantasies, but somehow this intrigued me. I'd lived a hard life with no one ever taking care of me. The thought of being babied for the summer sounded not so bad. "Someone will see me," I said, telling him with my unspoken words that I wasn't freaked out by the idea of being their baby. "No one will," he pushed me gently. "You take off those clothes and I'll get your diaper ready." The word diaper made my stomach jump. Did he expect me to use the diaper also for stuff. I was afraid to ask and too submissive to not follow his orders to take off my clothes. I glanced around for anyone in the parking lot, and knelt on the floor, unbuttoning my shirt. I hesitated at my jeans because of the pink panties I wore. He glanced over at me. "Come on. Let's see what's hiding in those jeans." This would be it. He'd not only see my panties but that I shaved everything including my legs. Slowly I wiggled out of my jeans, hoping to stay low enough from prying eyes outside the SUV. "Well, look at that," he said, chuckling at my panties. They were satin tap pants with lace around the legs. I had stolen them from a store a few months ago and loved the feel of them. "It's almost a shame you have to take them pretty things off, but we need to get you in your diapers." Again, that word sent my head spinning and my eyes fell on the diaper spread out on the leather seat, waiting for me to lie down on it. More than a piece of pink cloth, to me it represented a doorway to something I wasn't sure about. What will they expect from me after he pins me in that diaper? I had to make up my mind. I couldn't stay kneeling here clad only in pink panties. I don't really make up my mind, but when he held out his big hand for me, his eyes said that everything would be fine and he guided me to the waiting diaper. I slipped out of my panties and closed my eyes when he pulled the diaper up between my legs and I was enveloped in thick softness. It felt so strange to have the thick material between my legs. He pinned me in securely and next he piled up my plastic pants and snapped them in place. My head swirled with emotions as I finally opened my eyes and could only stare at the hugeness of the bulge from the diaper. There was no way I could wear pants over the diaper. He lifted my arms up and pulled the pink shirt over my head. Last were the ruffled socks. "Why don't you stay lying down so people can't see you," he said to me. I surely agreed, feeling so exposed in my diaper and plastic pants. No way did I want anyone to see me dressed like this. He left me for a second. He returned with a baby bottle. "It's just easier to drink from a bottle in that position," he told me. I took the bottle from him and began to drink the cold milk. Mr. Cage started the truck and pulled out of the diner parking lot. I wondered where their farm was since we hadn't got to that in our interview at the diner. He had called me at our cheap hotel room where we lived in this year. One of my teachers recommended me to him for working on his farm. This had surprised me since I'm not exactly farm hand size being barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds. Now, I realized why they wanted me and I'm sure I wouldn't be doing any farm chores dressed like this. The ride took a long time. It was dark and I was asleep when we arrived. The gentle rocking of the road and my tired state made it impossible to stay awake. One time, I awoke to a full bladder from the milk and the iced teas at the diner. I really needed to go pee and I told Mr. Cage. He laughed and asked me what I thought the diaper was for. It took me a few minutes to relax enough but in the end, I really had to go and was able to pee. It felt so strange and weirdly comforting to feel the warmth spreading across my front and it tickled a little when some pee trickled between my legs to pool at my butt. The door opened and Mr. Cage lifted me out of the back seat. He carried me like a child and the crunch of gravel from his boots sounded familiar. It made me feel young and helpless. Mrs. Cage came running out to us. She shrieked with pleasure. "He's so perfect." Both Mr. and Mrs. Cage were tall. She towered over me. I figured she was over six feet tall. When he sat me down on a couch, she quickly pulled away my plastic pants from my diaper. Again, she shrieked. "He's wet," she exclaimed. "Pick him up and will take him or I should say her, to the nursery and get her some dry diapers." Again, I was lifted as easy as a child and taken up the stairs to an incredible room. It was totally decorated for a little girl except everything including the crib and changing table were oversized to fit an adult - me! Before I could protest, Mrs. Cage placed an oversized pacifier in my mouth and Mr. Cage laid me on the changing table. Cooing all the while, Mrs. Cage pulled off my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. Without thought, I began sucking on the pacifier in my mouth as she wiped me and placed another thick diaper under my bottom. This time, I was liberally powdered before she tightly pinned my diaper closed. Instead of snap on plastic pants, she pulled out a pair made of nylon on the outside with rows of ruffles on the butt. They were also lined with plastic to keep things dry. She worked my feet through the leg openings and I had to lift my diapered butt so she could work them over my thick diapers. Everything came in a blur. Soon I was out of my pink shirt and wearing a short dress. The dress was a satin pink bodice and full skirt with pink Minnie Mouse's. Under the skirt, she put me in a full, pink lined petticoat. I was wearing black Mary Jane shoes. All my fantasies were becoming to true life and I worried that I might just be dreaming. After she fixed my long hair in bows and a brushed a little makeup on my face and eyes, she started crying. "You're so perfect," she said, confusing and embarrassing me. When she took me to a full-length mirror and when I saw how cute I was, I also cried and wet my diaper a little. My mind and emotions swirled with confusion as I looked in the mirror. It was as if I had gone back in time to something I missed in my neglected childhood. Many times, as I was left out of being picked for sports on the playground because of my size, I would look over at the girls in their skirts and flowing hair and wish I'd been born one of them. Now as I stood in my wet diaper, wearing a dress and all the frills, I want this to never end. Mrs. Cage took my hand in her big hand and we walked out of the room, or I should say she walked, I waddled because of the thick diaper between my legs. I hesitated at the top of the stairs. The house was huge and didn't look like a farm house. Large two-story windows in the atrium scared me. People could look right in and see me dressed this way. "Come on dear," Mrs. Cage said, pulling me toward the steps. "Daddy is waiting downstairs for his new little girl." There was no point in resisting after I'd let things get this far. At the bottom of the stairs was Mr. Cage with a video camera. I searched to see out the windows, but it was dark outside and all I saw was the reflection of me dressed as a little girl with my rumba pants peaking out below my hemline and my hair in pink bows. Both of the Cage's had wide smiles, but deep inside me a voice was wondering were this was headed. I'd never done anything gay before, but being dressed like this made me worry about Mr. Cage's expectations. Nothing seemed sinister as they took some pictures of me posing in the atrium. After the photographs, they led me into a family room. Mr. Cage lifted me up to sit on a chair high from the floor. My feet did not touch the ground. Mrs. Cage knelt in front of me and told me what they expected for the summer. I would be paid well in September for playing house with them. During the summer, I would have no control over what I wore or did. Since I was to be their baby girl, I would always be diapered and have no use of the toilet. I swung my legs like a little kid as she continued. So far, it sounded odd, but I surprisingly wasn't freaked out by the notion of being in diapers all summer. It sounded serene to not worry about going to the bathroom. Whenever I felt the urge, I could relieve myself and as if a conformation, I peed while she talked. She always wanted to play house, but her career had got in the way and she wasn't the type to have kids. She wanted someone like me who she could mother but not worry about them growing older and out of diapers. "We will have lot's of fun," she said, "and we won't force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Mrs. Cage then stood and did a very strange thing. She leaned over and kissed my forehead. I looked away. Embarrassed and confused about the love I was feeling from them. Why did they feel this way toward me? I was a stranger to them. Someone who would allow himself to be diapered and dressed like a sissy. What could I do when they asked if I would stay but nod yes. Dinner was fed to me while I sat in a highchair. I wore a large plastic bib with animal print to protect my pretty dress. While they ate fish, I was fed cut up hot dogs and milk from a bottle. All the while Mrs. Cage fed me, they talked about the fun things I would do as their sissy baby. I would have all types of wonderful girly clothes to wear. They would never want to embarrass me in public, but Mrs. Cage wanted to take me out to get my hair done and shop. In those times I would be dressed a little older but still be in diapers. "You'll easily pass for a teenager," she said as she finished feeding me. After dinner, it was time for me to be changed and be put into my pajamas but before the night diapers, I was given a wonderful, hot bubble bath. It should have embarrassed or excited me to be bathed by this hot woman, but with her being so much bigger than me, I just let my mind believe she was my mommy. My blond hair made my beard very light, but she put something on it to keep my face smooth for weeks. She had me stand as she dried me with a pink towel. In my new bedroom, my night time diapers and plastic pants waited. She picked me up and sat my naked butt on the diaper. While I thought the other diapers were thick, this night time diaper was huge. I couldn't close my legs at all and the pink plastic pants had to be wide at the crotch to cover the cloth. She put me into cotton, footed pajamas that zipped in the back, making it hard for me to remove it on my own. When I looked down, the pink material of my pajamas ballooned out from my thick diaper. This time I couldn't walk in the diapers so Mr. Cage carried me to the upstairs TV room. Soon I was on the couch, my head resting in Mrs. Cage's lap, drinking from a bottle. She wore only a teddy and the silk felt wonderful on my neck. It was more relaxing then anything I'd ever known and I drifted off to sleep as her fingers played with my long hair. I awoke some time later in the night. At first, I couldn't make out where I was, but then my eyes adjusted to the dim pink light in the room. I turned over on my side and heard plastic crinkling, making me realize I was lying on a plastic covered mattress. I was in my footed sleeper and by the thickness in between my legs; I knew I was also in thick diapers. The pink light was coming from a ballerina nightlight plugged into the far wall. I reached my hand out to feel the wooden bars surrounding my bed. It was then that I found that I wore strange mittens on my hands. These mittens had no thumbs and wouldn't let me grip anything, effectively making me helpless. This scared me and I flopped back on the mattress, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what I had got myself into. I might have cried a little. I really needed to get an idea of where this house was, so I climbed out of my crib to walk over to the windows. It wasn't easy with the mittens and my feet pajamas, but I got over the bars without killing myself. I crept over to the windows, trying to be quiet, but my noisy plastic pants made stealth impossible. Each step I took, they sounded loud enough to wake the dead. Looking out the window did me no good. It looked like we were deep in a forest or something. I could see nothing. Next, I walked to the door and slowly tried the doorknob, but my slippery mittens made it impossible for me to turn the knob. Then, I thought I heard someone in the hallway. Like a little kid, I got scared to be caught out of my bed, even though both Cage's said I was free to leave. I hurried back to my crib, silently cursing my loud plastic pants. Then, I panicked when I found it impossible to climb back in my crib with those mittens and feet pajamas. I turned toward the door when I heard someone stop. I waited for the door to open, but whoever it was moved away. After several minutes more of trying, I gave up on the crib and crawled over to the wall. I don't know how long I lay there, wishing that I hadn't let Mr. Cage put that first diaper on me. This time I did cry, alone in a pink room, thinking about the shame of being so little and now letting myself be dressed like a baby. I wished so much to be able to act like a grownup, but I realized my whole life, I had just been a wimp, destined to be submissive to others. I feel asleep. I awoke, stiff from lying on the floor. I started to move, but froze, realizing that someone else was in the room. I scanned the room, trying not to move my head. Against the wall by the door, I saw a shadowy figure. I knew it was Mr. Cage by his size. Mr. Cage was easy more than a foot and a half taller than me and in the pink light; he made me feel more like a child. I wondered how long he'd been in here and feared what he wanted. My movement had told him I was awake. I almost cried out as he moved to me. "What are you doing out of your bed?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper. I knew that even without these mittens on, I'd be helpless to stop him from raping me. I must have let out a little whimper, because he told me not to be afraid. His voice faltered a little as he said, "I'm not that kind of person. Let's just get you back in your baby bed." I raised my arms for him to lift me. He was so strong and I was so little, that he lifted me effortlessly. I was so relieved that he was going to put me back into bed, but when he held me, I felt the huge erection straining his boxer shorts. This made my head spin. I'd never thought about a man getting excited about me and what should have disgusted me, left me awake for a long time after he left the room. I couldn't believe it but I was aroused by the thought of putting my lips around his manhood and I rubbed noisily on the plastic mattress until I came in a hot flash. The next morning Mrs. Cage woke me up as she lowered one side of my bed. She was smiling with a bottle in her hand. She gave it for me to nurse while she busied getting my clothes together for the day. I had to pee badly and let it go as I drank my bottle. Remembering what I did last night in my diaper, I hoped the pee would make it so Mrs. Cage would know when she changed me. Everything was lavender for me this morning. My dress was Lavender with white polka dots. Mrs. Cage told me that the collar of the dress was a peter pan style. The dress buttoned in the back and over the front she put me into a light lavender plastic pinafore. She put a white diaper with lavender stars on me followed by transparent plastic pants. She told me they were so she could see my pretty diaper. Of course, the diaper was thick. When she had taken off my night time diaper she smiled and I knew my ejaculation during the night was evident to her. She said nothing as she cleaned me with wipes, followed by baby oil around my little penis and lots of baby powder all over me. She also told me that I didn't have to wear the mittens during the day but at night she wanted them on me to keep me out of trouble. I was ready to go downstairs after she put purple line ruffle socks and black Mary Jane shoes on me. My hair was tied in purple ribbons. "Mr. Cage is going to be so excited when he sees you." I thought about his boner last night and wondered if she knew how excited he would be to see me in this dress. She was correct. Mr. Cage opened his arms wide for me to give him a big hug. I felt the bulge in his pants through my dress as he pulled me close to squeeze my padded butt. I was very hungry and the mushy cereal and fruit she fed me as I sat in my oversize highchair did little to fill my stomach. Before feeding me, a large bib was snapped around my neck to protect my pretty dress. After being fed, I was given another bottle while the Cages ate their breakfast. To keep me entertained, Mr. Cage turned on cartoons for me to watch. "Time to take pictures," Mrs. Cage said after breakfast. I pulled back from her. No way did I want more pictures. She pulled hard and I almost fell. "Don't make me spank you." Mr. Cage came up from behind me and lifted me into the air. He carried me to another part of the house and into a room equipped as a photo studio. He sat me down on a wooden chair at a table set for a tea party. Mrs. Cage left the studio and Mr. Cage starting telling me about the photo shoot. A few years ago, they teamed up with some other people to tap into the big market for sissy pictures. I was perfect for modeling the adult baby wear for their web site and I would be a star for photo and video sales. "So, you're not farmers?" He laughed warmly. "You're so sweet and innocent." He moved away from me and started messing with camera and lights. "Just relax while I get things ready. This is going to be so much fun for you.? I thought about him saying I was perfect. Never in my life had I been perfect for anything. As I looked at the mirror across the room, I had to admit, that I was so cute in my lavender clothes. Unfortunately, while I waited, something was stirring in my stomach. With dread, I realized I had to go badly. "Mr. Cage," I pleaded. "I have to go to the bathroom." He moved over to me and popped a pacifier in my mouth. "You're wearing a diaper, don?t you remember?" What a silly question? How could I forget my bulky diaper? The thing was, I didn't want to poop in a diaper. The mess it would make sent my stomach into more spasms. Whatever it was in my stomach, it soon pressed against my ass, made it tremble as I tried to hold back. I'd never felt this type of pressure before back there and I didn't know how much longer I could hold. This would ruin the photo shoot. I lost my struggle when Mrs. Cage returned, dressed in a mid length dress just like you see moms wear in old television shows. She wore a wig with a hairstyle to match. This caught me so off guard that I forgot about my problem and my bowels emptied into my diaper in a rush of heat and sound. Nothing was more embarrassing than doing this in my diaper, in front of these two people, both looking so much older and mature than me in my sissy girl clothes. I lowered my eyes and began to cry. "This is perfect!? Mr. Cage shouted. "Hurry Debbie and lets shoot this." I looked up as Debbie gently helped me stand. She was holding a big lavender petticoat for me to step into so she could pull it up under my dress. She fluffed it out and my dress now stood away from me, surely exposing my plastic pants. I still could not look into her eyes as I felt the mess in my diapers work around my little balls. "Okay, listen to me Mandy," Mr. Cage said. I must have looked puzzled because Mrs. Cage informed me that my new name was Mandy. "In these pictures, you have done a bad thing. Your mommy had told you not to mess in your diaper, but you did. Keep crying as we shoot. Just listen to me.? The camera started clicking. Mrs. Cage started yelling at me. Telling me what a bad girl I was messing up my pretty diaper. "Look at me," shouted Mr. Cage. I did and he shouted encouragement as he shot the pictures. It was like those model shoots on TV. For the next fifteen minutes, we acted out the scenario. Mrs. Cage made me sit back in the chair and wiggle my butt, smearing the mess everywhere under my plastic pants. I was then made to bend over to the camera so the picture could catch the mess I had made. We took a ten-minute break as Mr. Cage changed the lights to focus on an oversize changing table. Next to the table was a leather chair where Mrs. Cage sat me on her lap and fed me another bottle. "You did wonderful," she said as I sucked on the bottle. "Now in this next shoot I'm going to change you and then do something you might not like. For pooping your diaper, I'm going to need to spank you." I choked on my milk. She patted me reassuringly. "It will hurt and surely make you cry, but you'll also be surprised on how much you will like it. " Was she crazy? How could you like being spanked? I wanted to tell her that, but she wouldn't let me spit out the bottle. She was so much stronger than me that I knew if she wanted to spank me, there wasn't anything I could do to stop her. I shook with dread as we started the next segment. Mrs. Cage put on a rubber apron and gloves before she lowered my plastic pants. My dress was pushed up over my face and I was blinded by satin and lace while my bottom was exposed for the camera. I felt her remove the pins from my diaper and wipe the cloth against my dirty behind as she slid the diaper away. The smell made me feel so humiliated, but over everything, all I could think about was my coming spanking. I'd never been spanked before, not even while growing up. She didn't put another diaper on me. Instead, I felt something rubbery and very tight being pulled up my legs. She had to work hard to get it on me and when finished it felt like a second skin. The camera clicked wildly. Mr. Cage helped me off the table. Mrs. Cage was sitting in the leather chair, holding a flat paddle, She also held what looked like a ball gag. I was made to kneel on the floor while she dramatically pushed the gag into my mouth and pulled the strap tight. My arms were then pulled back and bound. Mr. Cage told me to look at the camera and look fearful, something I didn't need to fake since I was terrified. He shot several photos of me bound and gagged, waiting to be put me over Mrs. Cage's knees to be spanked with the paddle. I was so scared that some pee leaked out into my tight rubber pants. Mr. Cage noticed that and took some close-up pictures of my yellow shame. Before doing anything else, he moved a microphone near the chair, obviously to catch the sounds from my coming spanking. After a few more shots, he helped me lay face down across her lap, my rubber clad bottom helpless in the air waiting for the first strike of the paddle. I didn't have to wait long and no way did I expect the pain to be so sharp and hot. I screamed around my ball gag and my legs flailed to escape the next spank. Three more quick spanks came from her, with each I heard the swish of the paddle through the air and then the loud slap of the paddle connecting to my exposed cheeks, the rubber pants amplifying the sound. She scolded me for being a bad girl and pooping in my pretty diapers. She told me that her mommy didn't want me doing it again but I wondered how I couldn't since I would be wearing diapers and not allowed to use the bathroom. I lost track of the number of spanks but when she finished, I felt on fire. "You did so wonderful," Mr. Cage said to me as he helped me over to the changing table. My hands were still bound as they peeled off my wet rubber pants. Mrs. Cage put some cool lotion on my red ass. "I'm so sorry, Mandy," she softly said as she gently rubbed the lotion across my ass. The change from being punished and loved was having a weird effect on me. I felt as if I was slowly regressing into being a baby. The size difference between me and them, and the tenderness they showed had a lot to do with it. Although it was only around one in the afternoon, I was put into bed for a nap. Of course, after I was diapered and put into plastic pants. My lavender dress and accessories were removed and I was put to bed in just my diaper, plastic pants, and a pink cotton shirt. I wasn't sleepy, so I lay on my back, sucking my pacifier, wondering if I was losing my mind in this game. It had only been 24 hours and already my old life seemed so distant. Not wearing a thick diaper didn't seem right to me anymore and I wondered if I could go back to underwear and using the bathroom. It felt comforting to relieve myself at the slightest pressure, feeling the pee dribble into my diaper. That afternoon, Mrs. Cage went out and Mr. Cage babysat me. Most of the time, I relaxed in a large playpen watching cartoons and then the news with him. I kept thinking about last night in my room and then earlier in the photo studio. I knew he was excited by me, but I finally figured something was holding him back. Maybe it was Mrs. Cage. When he changed my diaper, he made no moves to rub my penis beside a little powder. It felt so odd having a man see my little penis and each time I hoped it wouldn't get hard. He fed me several bottles, but all the time he seemed to be distant, as if something was on his mind. I had never said yes to the summer proposal of being their baby, but I'm sure they took my actions as a yes. It was easier for me to let things just flow. Mrs. Cage came home late in the evening with a bunch of new baby clothes for me. I wondered where she got them. She told me that tomorrow a lady would be coming to measure me for new dresses and rompers. I didn't like the idea of someone else seeing me like this, but I didn't think I was in any position to complain. The evening was nice as we watched a movie. For night time I was not put in my feet pajamas, but kept in my pink shirt and exposed plastic pants. That made me feel small as the grownups wore adult clothes while I was exposed in my puffy diapers. After my last bottle, which I dozed while sucking, Mr. Cage carried me to bed. Later that night I awoke again to find him in my darkened room. He was standing, pressed against my crib, looking down at me. He had been so nice to me all day that I decided to do something I never really thought I could do. I turned to my side so my face was facing his tented boxers. "I can't," he whispered, his voice sounding strain. I spat out my pacifier and asked him why. "You're a baby," he said. "I'm not that sick." I reached out with my mitten hand. "No I'm not. Under these diapers, I'm a consenting adult." He didn't say anything for several minutes and he didn't move away. I softly rubbed his boxers. His breathing became loud. "I can't get it out with these on," I said. He reached down and pulled his dick out through the hole in his boxers. It was so much bigger than mine. Now that I'd gone this far, I wondered if I could actually put it in my mouth. I scooted closer. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward until the head touched my lips. He sucked in a sharp breath. Smoothly, I sucked it past my lips. I kept going as far as I could down the shaft, letting it push my tongue down, feeling it fill me. It was so hot, hard, and smooth in my mouth as I began to move up and down the shaft. I couldn't believe how good it was and with sudden realization I knew I was sucking a real cock and loving it. Before, when I thought about doing this to Mr. Cage, I wondered if I could swallow his cum without gagging, but now I couldn't wait until he started shooting his juices into me. I worked hard on making this good for him. The plastic sheets and my plastic pants rustled loudly as I rocked to take his cock in and hot of my hungry mouth. He let out a low moan and before I was ready, hot sperm shot against the back of my throat. He pulsated and continued filling my mouth as I tried to suck his cum down. After he finished, I continued to suck on his cock, getting everything into me. He finally pulled out and left without a word to me. I flopped back on the bed, my jaw sore from staying opened so wide and the taste and smell of him still thick. I felt a little used and wondered if he was angry at me for doing this. Did he know that he was my first or did he think I was a whore? With such strange thoughts, I fell asleep and I didn't wake up until morning. "Rise and shine sweetheart." Mrs. Cage was lowering the side of my baby bed. Her faced radiated with happiness to see me. I wondered about my encounter with Mr. Cage, I could still taste him, and whether she knew he had been in my room. I worried that she might not want me anymore if she knew that I sucked him off. My diaper was surprisingly wet. I'd wet myself while I slept and this worried me. Was I losing control so soon? Before being dressed, Mrs. Cage gave me a wonderful hot bath full of pink bubbles. I swooned as she gently washed every part of me while I absently played with a rubber ducky. After the bath, she wrapped me in a huge pink towel and dried me. Then she rubbed lotion down my smooth legs and chest. Back at the changing table, I was powdered and pinned into a thick pink diaper. Where yesterday was a purple day, today the pink diaper was followed by pink plastic pants with little kids pattern of blocks, and a pink dress. The dress was satin and short. Again, under the skirt of the dress, she slid on a petticoat that puffed the hemline up higher, exposing my plastic covered bottom. Instead of ruffled socks, I wore pink tights. The tights pressed my diaper closer and actually make my plastic pants rustle louder as the plastic and nylon of the tights rubbed. Instead of Mary Jane shoes, she tied ballerina slippers on my feet. I wanted to ask about another photo shoot, but couldn't since my mouth was always full with either a bottle or my pacifier. Mr. Cage wasn't at breakfast and when he passed me sitting in my playpen later, he looked away. He seemed embarrassed about last night, which for some reason seemed sweet to me. Without thinking, I sucked harder on my pacifier. A strange thing was happening to me. During the day, Mrs. Cage would check to find my diaper wet and I couldn't remember actually going in them. I was starting to wet them without trying and even knowing that I was going. The pacifier seemed right in my mouth and I grew anxious when she removed it to feed me. Late in the morning, near noon, the doorbell rang. I grew anxious as I heard Mrs. Cage talking to another woman. I wanted to craw from my playpen and hide. I heard heels clanking across the wood floor of the atrium and headed my way. "Oh my," said a woman in a high voice. "She's so cute!" The woman was much shorter, older and rounder than Mrs. Cage. She carried clothes which she laid on the couch so she could come over to my play pen. I so much wanted to hide. I'd grown used to the Cages seeing me this way, but having another person seeing me diapered and dressed as a girl. I rustled loudly as Mrs. Cage lifted me from the playpen. The older woman's eyes sparked as they made me stand in the middle of the room and twirl. "My word, were did you find her?" "She's staying with us for the summer," Mrs. Cage said. "Poor thing is so starved to be mothered and treated right." 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People were stopping and laughing, most of them familiar faces, although after awaking I couldn't recall who they were. I was holding a pair of jeans so I ducked in an alley to pull them on. Unfortunately, my diaper was so large than I couldn't pull the jeans over them. I tried and tried, whimpering with embarrassment. The diaper pins wouldn't unlock, so I was stuck in my diapers for everyone to see that I was a sissy baby. Then I started peeing uncontrollably and everyone knew. Awake in my baby bed, trapped by the bars, I wanted to go back to my life before the Cages. It was like after masturbating in my sister's panties; I was ashamed and wanted nothing to do with my offending fetish. I could hear Mrs. Cage talking downstairs, her voice light and somewhat reassuring. I'd tell her that I have had enough of this game and wished to go home. While I waited, I tried to calm myself and stop the tears running down my cheeks. What kind of man was I: My romper bulging from thick wet diapers and plastic pants, ruffled socks on my feet, my hands helpless in thumbless mittens. Finally, Mrs. Cage came to get me up from my nap. When she saw my tears, she rushed over. "What's the matter, Mandy? Did you have a bad dream?" I nodded and let the pacifier drop from my mouth. "I want to go home. I don't want to be dressed as a baby girl anymore." She lowered my crib bars and held out her arms for a hug. I felt so lost that I rushed to her arms. I felt a little better as she lifted me out of the crib and over to the changing table. "It's just a dream, mommy's here to make you fell better." I started to tell her more, but she stuck the pacifier back in my mouth. It wasn't as if I were being forced to stay, but her soothing voice made my resolution melt. "Let's get you into a dry diaper, you'll feel much better." She unsnapped the crotch of my romper. "You don't need to be embarrassed about being my baby. It's so much better than being alone." My plastic pants were noisy as she pulled them down my smooth, hairless legs. I lifted my feet in the air so she could pull them over my feet. "Besides, where would you go? Is being homeless better than sleeping in a warm bed with no worries, everything being taken care of for you?" She unpinned my soaked pink diaper. Cool air flowed around my bottom. It felt strange after the trapped heat of my wet diaper. I had to admit she was right. As she powdered me and pinned me in a new fluffy diaper, the anxiety after my dream faded. By the time she pulled my plastic pants back up my legs, she was telling me that most men would love to be small like me and to be babied. "Isn't it so nice to not worry about going to the bathroom?" she asked me. Ten minutes later, I was in a new outfit and so in love with Mrs. Cage. A baby love and trust that she would protect and care for me. My outfit was a pink sweater with white snowflakes, a plastic skirt that was pink and decorated with baby animals and balloons. Under the vinyl skirt, she put me in a fluffy petticoat. While she brushed out my hair, I started to actually worry about the end of the summer and about that lady earlier saying something about me want to stay longer. "Let's go see Daddy," she said as she tied a ribbon in my hair. Mr. Cage was in the television room, watching a basketball game. I was sat down on a blanket on the floor with several dolls. I loved basketball, but dressed like this I was retreating into another world and wished that he would switch to some cartoons. There was a long awkward silence when Mrs. Cage left, saying she was going to take a long bath. "Mandy's just been changed," she said as she left. I didn't look at Mr. Cage, instead I looked around the room. This was my first time in here. I sucked harder on my pacifier when I saw the wooden rocking horse in the corner. In the middle of the saddle protruded a rubber dildo. I looked away quickly, but the image stayed with me. Would I be able to handle something like that? Mr. Cage closed the door and sat back down on the couch. My heart raced. Was he expecting another blow job or would I be riding that horse soon. He didn't say or do anything for a while. I was so scared as I kept glancing over to the horse while the basketball game continued on the TV. "We're getting a lot of new subscribers on the web site," he finally said. I couldn't look at him, so I lowered my head. My stomach fluttered as I thought about the thousands of people seeing me in my lavender dress. Then my face grew red at the thought of being seen getting my diaper changed and then spanked. "We need to do another shoot tomorrow." I sucked silently on my pacifier, wondering if he didn't plan to do anything to me. The next second, I found that I didn't have to wait any longer. "Did you enjoy last night?" he said very softly. I nodded slowly, still not looking at him. He came over to me and told me lie back. I obeyed and he lifted my skirts. I sucked hard on the pacifier as he pulled down my plastic pants. As he unpinned my diaper, I glanced over to the riding horse, knowing that I'd be riding it soon. The dildo looked huge, standing up waiting to invade me. I'd never had anything larger than my sister's tampons in me before and I worried that I could get this in me. Mr. Cage left me for a second, naked under my petticoat and dress, as he went over to open a drawer in one of the end tables. He took out a pair of rubber gloves and a jar of Vaseline, all the time glancing toward the closed door, probably worried that Mrs. Cage would come back. He came back and pushed my knees up, telling me to hold my legs as he invaded my anus with his greased fingers. I sucked so hard on my pacifier, becoming so scared that I shook. I was also very excited, but a most different kind of excited. My penis was still soft and little, something that surprised me because I was so excited in my stomach. Mr. Cage pulled a pair of satin panties on me and then helped me to my feet to carry me over to the horse. "We'll do this slowly and it will feel so good. Just relax. This is something you'll love so much that you will feel empty when you don't have something in you. I held on tightly to his neck when we got to the horse. He straddled the horse and positioned my waiting hole over the rubber dildo. At first, it seemed that it wouldn't go into me, then he pushed me down and the whole thing slid into me. At first, I couldn't breath and I lost my pacifier as I cried out. "Let me off," I begged. "It's too big." The horse was too high and my short legs couldn't reach the carpet. I felt impaled on the dick and kept crying for him to let me off the horse. He quickly moved away, leaving me on the horse as he picked up a camera and started filming me on the horse. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I knew that my lost of virginity would be watched by thousands. I tried to relax, hoping that would help the pain. My butt muscles seemed to be gripping the rubber dildo as if trying to expel the invader. He reached over and pushed the horse to get it rocking. I held on tightly with my mitten covered hands, my little legs flailing, my shoes were noisy against the wood. He kept filming me as I moaned and cried with first pain and then slowly pleasure as the dildo started to feel so good in me. I was in my own world of pleasure now as I wiggled to feel the dildo rub the sides of my butt hole. When I looked over at Mr. Cage he had put the camera on a tripod and was masturbating as he watched. He looked at me and I licked my lips. This brought him over the edge and he started spurting into his hand. At that same moment, Mrs. Cage returned!

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Andersonville 1 - Home Sweet Home! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to Susan M. Bidwell - a young lady who died before her time. Andersonville is based on the story "The life and death of Al Parker". Reading the story is recommend to understand some of the discussion in the follow series. Fade in... Dennis Butz worked on some last minute paperwork with a certain relief. In a few hours his dream would become a reality and then the real work would begin. He heard...

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Andersonville 6 Friendship Lines

Andersonville 6 - Friendship Lines by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore." Fade in... I saw them come out of the courthouse from across the street. There were four of them; all men dressed in business suits. Every day, just a few minutes after 6pm, they left the courthouse to go home. Three of them proceeded to their cars but the fourth man, maybe 21...

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Andersonville 7 Soul Mates

Andersonville 7 -- Soul Mates by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to all the writers of TG Fiction. Fade in... There I was, in the file room working hard to make sense of the mess I had gotten myself into. I had accidentally misplaced a file and suddenly everything seemed to be out of whack, causing me a great deal of frustration. As a private investigator I was never good at filing, that had always been Al's job. Now, unfortunately, the job was mine and asking myself how...

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Andersonville 21 Sins of the father Sins of the son

"Good morning, Miss Anderson," Crius said in a formal tone. "Please, call me, Linda," I replied. "Only if you call me, Crius," he answered. The Titan God smiled, but I detected no warmth to it. "Okay, Crius." I returned his smile with some reservation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I didn't feel at ease with him. When he had asked me out to breakfast, I had been tempted to say 'no', but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "So, what can I do for you?" "Nothing,...

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Andersonville 25 Dr Jensen I presume part II

I stood there in my black dress watching them slowly lower the casket into the ground. Standing next to me was my mother, who was weeping softly. Next to her was my sister Jennifer, and she seemed the saddest of us all. Perhaps she was remembering her own mother and father's funeral who had both died when she was just a young girl. On the other side of the casket I could see Crius standing next to Dennis with an impatient frown. He seemed so out of place, and the expression on...

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Nandita And Mohini 8211 Fucking Two Beauties

Hello friends. This is Neville from Chennai. A couple of years back I posted one of my real stories on this site. I was caught in a police raid in a brothel and was rescued by the wife of my friend, Mohini. Today I and Mohini have been having love sessions as and when needed. I got a call from Mohini that her friend Nandita is in town to attend someone’s wedding. She would be coming to her house on Friday evening as she has a flight back to Toronto on Sunday. Nandita has insisted that she meet...

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Andersonville 3 The Price of Revenge

Andersonville 3 - The Price of Revenge by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the survivors of child abuse, both physical and emotional. May you find the support and strength to deal with it like I did. Fade in... Linda Anderson - the do anything wonder woman. That's what the job title should have read. Not that I was good at everything I did; I was just expected to do everything around the office. That included making coffee, filing folders,...

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Andersonville 8 The return of Tom McClain

Andersonville 8 - The return of Tom McClain! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my good friend Darkside, who inspired me to reach beyond what I thought I was capable of writing. Fade in... "Would you like some desert Linda?" Dennis Butz asked politely. "No thanks," I answered suspiciously. The man had been acting way too nice to me today. It had been a pleasant lunch so far. Dennis had started out by asking how my brother was doing, and I could see that he...

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Andersonville 10 Boy trouble

"Come on out, Linda," Judge Herns told me. "I don't want to," was my reply back to her. "I look ridiculous!" "It can't be that bad," I heard Dr. Green say. "Yes it can," I responded through the closed door. "Why do I have to do this?" "Because it's part of your agreement for having me change you back into Linda," Judge Herns replied a little sternly. "Now come out here so we can see how you look." I reluctantly opened the door and stepped out wearing the ridiculous outfit...

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Cand viata bate filmul

Cu ceva timp in urma, un prieten de familie mi-a povestit o intamplare pe care a trait-o vara trecuta in concediu, impreuna cu sotia lui. Pentru ca a citit si i-au placut fanteziile erotice publicate de mine pe site-ul asta, m-a rugat sa scriu eu povestea lui si s-o postez aici. Am acceptat pentru ca mi s-a parut foarte interesanta experienta traita de el, cu atat mai mult cu cat atinge o latura destul de sensibila si de controversata a sexualitatii. Marturisesc ca nu mi-a fost deloc usor,...

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Cand viata bate filmul

Cu ceva timp in urma, un prieten de familie mi-a povestit o intamplare pe care a trait-o vara trecuta in concediu, impreuna cu sotia lui. Pentru ca a citit si i-au placut fanteziile erotice publicate de mine pe site-ul asta, m-a rugat sa scriu eu povestea lui si s-o postez aici. Am acceptat pentru ca mi s-a parut foarte interesanta experienta traita de el, cu atat mai mult cu cat atinge o latura destul de sensibila si de controversata a sexualitatii. Marturisesc ca nu mi-a fost deloc usor,...

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Andersonville 9 Never cry wolf

Andersonville 9 - Never cry wolf by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead". It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any...

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Andersonville 22 The Awakening

Mike Stoner sat and watched as his boss read the report. Dennis Butz scanned through each page carefully, taking extra time to check out the psychological profile Mike had prepared. Satisfied with what he saw, Dennis placed the report down next to him. "Very thorough," he stated. "Thank you," Mike smiled. Dennis Butz was a good man to work for. "I think she is a very good choice for who you have in mind." Dennis nodded. "When can you move her?" "Tomorrow morning. I...

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Fernanda Peituda Safada her true story

This story is about a beautiful hot Brazilian women Fernanda also known as Peituda Safada.She is working at strip-club Rota96 in Curitiba BrazilFernanda (Peituda Safada) her true storyOver time I had long chats with Fernanda and became to know her very well, she also told me a lot about her daily/nightly activities at the club in Curitiba.So what follows gives a detailed description of her hot live, I got permission from Fernanda to post it all here, she is proud in her work and likes that I...

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Andersonville 27 What if

It was way too early for someone to be calling. Somewhere in the darkness of my room I could hear my cell phone ringing. Looking at the clock on my dresser I cursed - it was 3:30 in the morning. Moving my hand in the direction of the annoying sound, I found the phone and turned it on. "Hello," I said in a curt fashion. I wanted the person to know I wasn't happy about this early morning wake up call. "Good morning, Linda," Dennis Butz replied crisply. "I'm sorry to call you at...

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A Gilded Cage

‘He held her, arms captive behind her back, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples hard as stone, was that from the cool water or his hot body? It didn’t matter, he would take her here…’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voice squawked in my headset. I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms, there were several large buildings surrounded with a wide assortment of...

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Andersonville 11 The God Slayer

There we were, two girls having lunch on a cool, April day - only that wasn't the case at all. Neither of us was who we really once were and only one of us was a girl. At least that's what I kept telling myself. As I began my second year as a citizen of Andersonville, there were times I regretted my decision to be turned back into Linda Anderson. It wasn't that I hated my life; I just didn't feel natural living as a woman. In all fairness, I most likely would have felt as...

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Nandita8217s Dream With Dad

Friends, you are reading this sex story on indiansexstories dot net Nandita was laying on the cot crying in pain. It was dawn and time for her father to come back from the field. She fell from the mango tree while picking some. It was about 2 or 3 hours before. It was serious though. She can’t even move. It was her back which got affected. Her father Randhir was good with his hands, he can fix those displaced bones by some flicks. It was him who raised her from toddler’s age to her teenage, now...

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Chandu Uncle Aur Didi 8211 Part 1

Suraj dubne ko tha, vukh lagi thi par ghar me na to khana tha aur na paise. Mai aur meri didi ke liye ye koi nayi bat nahi thi. Mummy hame 5 sal pahle chhod ke chali gayi, papa jo pahle se hi sharabi the aur pine lage, roj daru pite, jua khelte aur factory se kamai sare paise ek jue ke adde me gawa ke ghar ajate aur so jate.. Didi jo 22 sal ki thi,5’4” ht, gori, khubsurat, gol chehra, kandhe tak bal, chhoti ankhen,sab taraf se model. Par unki chuchi kuch jyada hi badi, dusre shadi shuda aurton...

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Andersonville 17 Childhood

Fade in... The town of Andersonville Larry Smith, Bill Maxwell, and Steve Anderson walked across the school grounds. They didn't have football practice today, but that didn't stop the boys from pursuing other types of sports. They were heading for the park to shoot some hoops. The three of them looked like a group of typical teenage boys, but there was nothing typical about them, or for that matter, anyone else in Andersonville. "Is Sally going to meet us there?" Larry asked....

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Andersonville 18 Love and War

There I sat shifting through the many piles of papers lying on my desk and wishing I were somewhere else. It was truly amazing how many reports passed through my hands to be filed or used to type up other reports. I knew that at least half of them would reach Judge Jasper's desk, where he would study them for a few minutes then put them in his out box to be filed by you know who. What surprised me was how much information Judge Jasper remembered. He would quote me numbers on the...

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Andersonville 26 Hate Crimes

Fade in - Somewhere in the Northwestern United States Leo knew he was in trouble the moment he came out of the portal. The place where he was supposed to have gone looked nothing like where he was. Instead of being in the Arizona desert, he was in a canyon surrounded by high cliffs and tall pine trees. On one of the rocky bluffs he caught sight of a herd of wild mountain goats walking along a precarious ridge. "Oh crap," Leo shouted, mostly out of a reaction to the fear he...

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