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Pretty in Pink Plastic
By Deewet
Part 1
Glenn is all man, macho to the point I felt like a little girl around
him. Six-five, he towered over my five foot height, weighing more than
two of me. When he comes into the pizza place where I bus tables, he is
in charge of the room and the waitresses swoon over the guy. I even
found myself attracted to him, not that I'm gay or anything, it's just
that he eludes maleness and is, for some reason, nice to me, a rare
thing for someone so little like me. Women think I'm cute and guys push
me around since I'm sometimes mistaken for a girl. Probably my long hair
doesn't help, but it is the only thing that makes me feel good about
myself, that and my blue eyes.
When the owner came in one day and fired me, Glenn was picking up a
pizza. Seems that a few of the guys had complained I was flirting with
them and the owner had always been suspicious about me, because of my
feminine features. Of course I wasn't flirting, they had made the
advances and were pissed when I turned down their offers to let me go
down on them in the parking lot.
This wasn't good since I was barely making it on my salary as it was and
I owed back rent already. My landlady would surely kick me out on the
streets. This is where Glenn was my knight. He said he was just going to
eat the pizza alone that night and watch some TV. Maybe I wanted to come
over and hang out. The thing is with Glenn, even if I was suspicious of
his reasons, and I wasn't, I couldn't say no. No one as cool as him ever
treated me like he did.
Nothing weird happened that night and I had a good time, just hanging
out with someone. Most every night after work I usually spent alone, so
when he asked if I wanted to move in until I got my feet on the ground,
I didn't hesitate. His place was huge with plenty of room for me and was
in the country, something I needed. Life in the city is not easy for
someone my size. I felt protected knowing Glenn was around.
Looking back, I should have realized the roles being developed, but I
was just happy for the first time in my life. This blinded me to the
manipulating by Glenn. I'd begun to take on the feminine role in cooking
and cleaning up the place. I started doing his laundry when I did mine.
At night I actually began to wonder what it would be like to be a woman
with Glenn, thoughts I had never had before this time.
Things changed the evening I came out of the bathroom after a shower and
found the clothes waiting for me on the bed. At first I was confused,
picking up the pink plastic pants. There was a diaper with ducky diaper
pins. Did he want me to wear these adult size baby clothes? My heart
raced as I saw the pink shirt with ruffled sleeves. I hesitated; well
actually I stood there for almost twenty minutes, dressed only in a
towel, staring down at the diaper, holding the plastic pants, feeling
more little and scared than I ever had as an adult. Was this a test of
some sort? If I came downstairs wearing this would he beat the hell out
of me and throw me out into the night. Possibly it was a bet or a gag.
If not, then what would Glenn expect from me.
In the end I put on my own clothes and went downstairs. Glenn was
sitting in the great room and watched me come down the stairs. It was
obvious from the disappointment in his face, that this wasn't a joke or
test. He really wanted me to dress in the diaper and plastic pants. I
almost ran back upstairs to change, but I knew the moment had passed.
We never said anything about the baby clothes, both of us pretending the
elephant weren't in the room, but there was coldness afterward. The next
two nights he didn't even come home, and I wondered if I'd better be
looking for a place to live. But I truly didn't want to leave Glenn. I
surfed the web and read the adult baby sites, finding out about a
lifestyle I never dreamed existed. Still, I couldn't bring myself to put
on the pink clothes for him. I didn't know if I was ready to take that
step.
It eventually didn't matter what I wanted to do. The third night Glenn
did come home, drunk. Without warning he stormed over and pulled me up
from the couch. The way he effortlessly slung me over his shoulder was
terrifying. I was completely helpless, my legs kicking like a little
girl.
"I can't stand this anymore," he bellowed, carrying me up the stairs.
"You know what I want."
Inside my room he tossed me on the bed. I tried to get up and run, but
he easily grabbed me and threw me back on the bed. "You get off that bed
again and I'll blister your ass."
This was horrifying. I should have known something was wrong when he was
nice to me, no one as cool looking as Glenn was nice to me. There was
nothing I could do.
"I'll be waiting downstairs," he said, taking the clothes from the
dresser and tossing then at my feet. I cringed away from him and so help
me, holding my knees like a scared little girl.
Tears ran down my face has I took off my pants. I laid out the pink
diaper, the thick flannel material looking enormous. My small hands
shook as I pulled it between my legs. I wrestled with getting it pinned
tightly and had to try several times. The material was so thick that
when I stood to put on the plastic pants, my legs couldn't close.
There was something final about those plastic pants when I pulled them
over the diaper. I was disgusted with how easily I was submitting.
Putting the pants dissolved my manhood; the pink showing the world what
I was inside.
The shirt was ultra feminine and short, leaving no doubt of me being a
sissy and leaving my pink plastic pants fully exposed. A loud crinkling
nose followed me as I waddled - normal walking was impossible - to the
full-length mirror. I fully expected to look ridicules, and I probably
would have if I were a regular sized man, but with my petite build and
long hair, I looked cute. On impulse I took my hair out of its ponytail
and brushed it out to rest on my thin shoulders. A little make-up and I
would have passed as a girl.
The hair on my legs wasn't much but I decided that if he wanted me to be
a little girl for him, I might has well go down there with bare,
hairless legs. It didn't take long to remove all the hair.
At the top of the stairs I stopped. I could hear the TV playing
downstairs. My thoughts were full of what might happen to me once I got
down there. I had no doubts that Glenn would want me to do things and
still I wasn't sure if I could.
He was sitting on the couch and smiled widely at me. I felt shy and
didn't join him on the couch, instead taking a seat on the leather
lounge chair. The mood was definitely Glenn as the grown-up, me as his
little one. He wore nice pants and a dress shirt. It was unbuttoned at
the neck and showing his dark chest hairs. Me, on the other hand, was a
picture of submission, sitting there in pink, diapered to show my
weakness. His eyes never left me as he sipped scotch. Never had I ever
been looked at like that before, the lust for me like a fire in his
eyes. It started to excite me that Glenn was getting so turned on.
On the TV was porn. A man, dressed as a girl, was kneeling before a big
man, servicing him nosily with his mouth. I was memorized by the action,
thinking it was surely going to be my fate very soon.
The meanest was gone, but a paddle did sit on the coffee table,
reminding me of the consequences of being bad. There was also a baby
bottle next to the paddle and after the man on the TV exploded into the
sissy's mouth, Glenn picked up the bottle and motioned to the couch.
I saw no choice in the matter. I got on the couch, my head in his lap as
he fed me my bottle. The warm milk tasted funny and I had to suck
noisily to get the milk to flow. Glenn talked nicely to me, telling me
how he loved me and would protect his little girl. While I suckled, he
stroked my long hair. Under my head, I could feel his hard penis, trying
to burst from the confines on his pants. Slowly I moved my head a
little, rubbing his hardness. He moaned.
Before I finished the bottle he pulled it from my lips. I knew what he
wanted. "I don't know if I can?" I pleaded.
He pushed me to kneel on the floor. "Does daddy need to get the paddle?"
he said, his voice musky with lust.
The thought of those muscle arms wailing me with the paddle was enough
to get me going. I scrambled for his pants, managing to unbuckle him and
pull down the zipper. His cock looked huge inside his boxers.
"Take daddy's pants all the way off," he said. "They're expensive."
I did as ordered, folding them on the table. When I turned back I saw he
had slid off his boxers. What waited for me was huge; three times the
size of my baby penis. I shook with fear as I knelt back down on the
floor between his hairy legs. "I've never done this before." And since I
had never gotten a blow job myself, I wasn't sure at all what to do.
He said nothing as his eyes watched. First I wrapped my little hands, it
took both, around him and started stroking. He smiled and moaned. Then I
leaned over and started licking, the heat surprising me. From watching
the TV, I knew the sissy had been noisy with his mouth so I did the
same, making lots of wet sounds with my tongue. He seemed to like this
and started rocking on the couch.
"Take daddy," he commanded. "Take him all it that sweet mouth."
I made sure I pulled my lips over my teeth, making my mouth into an "O"
shape. With that I push my lips down on the head until it popped into my
mouth. The shaft was already wet from my licking and filled me. My mouth
felt so stretched and I thought I might choke. For a minute I rested, my
face impaled on his monster member. Then I began to slowly bob, moving
up and down the shaft. I can't describe the mixture of feelings at that
moment, thick diapers and plastic pants reminding me on my place as I
took him in my mouth. I knew soon I would have a mouth full of his cum
but I wasn't ready for when he came. I had not been doing him long when
he exploded.
Afterward I felt so ashamed I couldn't look at Glenn. He made me lick
his pecker clean and blow dry it with my breath. Then, I just rested my
head in his lap and he watched TV, me still on my knees, the taste of
him strong in my mouth Sounds of more blow jobs could be heard and I
thought of how I was now like the sissy's in the movie.
When I got up to go the bathroom, he stopped me. "What do you think that
diaper is for," he said.
I couldn't believe it, he wanted me to use the diaper. Even after doing
a blowjob, the thought of using this diaper was too much. "No way," I
said.
"On your stomach, on the floor," he shouted.
His voice was so commanding I dropped to my knees, and so help me, maybe
because of what I had just done to him, I began to cry. "Don't hurt me."
Glenn pulled on his pants. "On your stomach and don't move."
I did as ordered, waiting for the paddle. It never came. He left the
room and returned with rope. This really scared me but he was too
strong. In a few minutes my hands were bound securely behind my back and
my ankles tied and then roped to the binds on my wrist, leaving me
hogtied in the middle of his floor.
"Don't hurt me," I continued to plead, helpless at his feet.
"Open up," he said and pushed a ball gag between my lips, securing it
behind my head. "Now you will have to use your diaper."
The enormity of what I had gotten myself into came rushing home as I
struggled against the ropes. I was dressed in diapers, bound and gagged,
in a huge house in the middle of nowhere. Glenn could do anything to me
and I was helpless to stop him. I cried for myself, for being so little
and weak, putting on this diaper when I should have left.
He changed movies and I was treated to one where this time the sissy was
bent over, his head on a pillow, while a huge guy rammed his cute little
behind. I cried as I thought about Glenn doing that to me.
Soon I really had to go the bathroom and couldn't hold it any longer. It
seemed as if another step was taken as I filled my diaper with warm pee.
The problem was that Glenn was snoring, having passed out on the couch
from his drinking, and there I was gagged with no way to wake him up. I
lost totally track of time, bound as I was on the floor. Several more
times I wetted my diaper.
By the time he awoke, I was soaked, but my plastic pants seemed to be
keeping everything outside dry. My mouth ached from the ball gag and my
arms had gone numb. There was a pool on the carpet where I had drooled.
Unbelievably he didn't release me right away. He patted me on the head
and said, "Stay right there honey, Daddy needs to go piss." Well, I
moaned around my gag, but there wasn't anything I could do. I was at his
mercy.
Finally he untied me and released the strap holding in the ball gag. I
said nothing, avoiding his eyes, ashamed of what happen last night. I
could still taste him. Like a toddler I waddled up the stairs, my soaked
diaper sagging between my legs.
I wanted to forget what I had done and planned on packing and moving
out. Unfortunately, Glenn had other plans. After showering and putting
on jeans and a shirt, I went downstairs to tell him I was leaving.
"What the hell are you wearing?" he shouted at me. He wore sweatpants
and a tank top, showing all his muscles. Those and his voice scared the
hell out of me. "No one told you to put on men's clothes. You're not a
man. A man doesn't wear diapers and suck a dick as good as you did last
night."
All my plans on telling him that last night was a mistake, that it would
be best if I left, flew out the window. Like a sissy, I cowered. "You
want me to be wearing diapers still," I said, my voice sounding so tiny
and weak compared to his.
His eyes flared and he grabbed my arm, dragging me up the stairs and
into my room. "Take off your clothes and throw them in the trash."
I didn't hesitate knowing he meant business. In seconds I stood in front
of him, naked. He opened the lock on the bottom drawer of the dresser
and pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants. Knowing what he wanted, I
took them from him. They were lined with soft flannel and the elastic
hugged my legs and waist tightly when I slid them on, all the while
under his watchful gaze.
"Now, go downstairs and get daddy's paddle."
I stumbled back from him. "I'm sorry."
"Get my paddle," he said, his voice a growl. "You need to understand who
is the man around here."
The walk down the stairs in my noisy plastic pants was humiliating, but
worse was coming back up holding the heavy wooden paddle, knowing it
would be soon used on my butt. I would have ran out the front door,
except how far would I get wearing only plastic pants..
He had me pulled the plastic pants down around my ankles and lay over a
padded chair, leaving my butt fully exposed to his strikes. I began to
whimper in anticipation of the first blow.
"Open up," he said as his pushed a rubber penis gag into my mouth. "Hold
on to the chair."
I'd never been spanked in my life and was not ready for the searing pain
from the first strike. It was a good thing I had the penis filling my
mouth for my screams might have been heard in the little town of
Jonesburg, twenty miles away. After five strikes I lost control of my
bladder, another humiliating moment.
His cell phone rang and I thought maybe I had been saved. But no, he
said hello and put the person on mute. Quickly he tied my wrist to the
chair, using shoestrings.
"Don't move," he commanded as he left the room to take his call, leaving
me tied to a chair, gagged with a rubber penis, plastic pants at my
ankles and a butt on fire, to wait for his to return to resume this
torture.
He returned and resumed, sending me into a crying fit, muffled to
whimpering with the penis jammed in my mouth. When he finished, I was
spent and knew I never wanted him to spank me again.
Lying there, bound to the chair, I lowered my eyes as he came around to
stand in front of me. Using the end of the paddle, he pushed up my chin
until I was looking at him, my checks bulging from the penis filling my
mouth.
"Are you ready to be daddy's baby girl?"
All I could do was nod to answer him.
"You will use your diapers for everything. The potty is not for daddy's
little baby."
Again I nodded, scared to death on the direction my life was headed. To
never be allowed to use the bathroom except in diapers.
"You will always have something filling your mouth. I don't want to
catch it empty."
From this position I was at his crotch level. I glanced down and saw the
bulge in his sweat pants. He noticed my glance. "You want that don't you
sweetie? You want a real one instead of the rubber?"
I looked up at him. All I wanted was to turn back time to before I
pulled on those plastic pants last night, before I sucked him off.
"Does baby want some more paddle?"
I shook my head.
"Does baby want to suck daddy?"
I quickly nodded, even though I didn't want to do that humiliating thing
again, but I surely could not take anymore paddling.
First he went behind me and pulled up my lined plastic pants. Then he
came around took out my gag. "Oh no, your mouth is empty," he said as he
quickly pulled down his pants and rammed his huge, rock hard penis into
my mouth. I really couldn't move, bound to the chair, so he did all the
moving, slowly moving his cock inside my mouth. When he exploded, I
could barely swallow it all. I never felt so degraded.
He left me tied to the chair for a bit, then he released me, but not
before replacing the penis gag. On the bed a new pink diaper waited. It
also had two inserts, or doublers I would soon learn. He patted the
diapers for me. I waddled over, the plastic pants still bound at my
ankles.
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