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Pretty in Pink Plastic Part 2
By Deewet
Tears ran down my cheeks from the paddling and the humiliation of
submissively climbing up on the bed and the waiting diapers. My penis
seemed to have shriveled up inside me and I looked away, helplessly
sucking on my gag, as he rubbed baby powder into me. When he pulled the
diaper up between my legs I couldn't believe the thickness. My legs were
forced apart and I knew there was no way to hide my condition with pants.
It took Glenn several times to pin my diaper tightly, but when he
finished, they fit tightly. He exchanged my lined plastic pants with a
pink pair.
He had me stand and gave me a hug, my head pressed against his hard
chest. I happened to glance to the side and saw myself in a full-length
mirror. My diapered butt seemed huge, making the rest of me look even
smaller then I really was. The view also reminded me how much I looked
like a child compared to Glenn.
"Daddy's sorry he had to spank you but you need to know your old life is
gone." He patted my plastic covered behind as he talked. Luckily the
thick diaper protected my red skin. "You'll learn that this is better for
you. Daddy will protect you and take care of everything. You don't even
have to worry about going to the bathroom."
I couldn't believe what he was saying. This wasn't some quirky game we
played last night? He was going to make this a way of life for me,
against my will. I should have known it was my size he wanted, but then I
didn't know until now that adults could be made into babies.
He released me and went to the closet. "I don't have many little girl
clothes yet." He held out a pink satin blouse. I slide my arms in the
sleeves and he buttoned up the back for me. The collar was Peter Pan and
the length fell barely over the waist of my plastic pants. It reminded me
of what a girl would wear to school. The satin felt nice against my skin
and Glenn playfully pinched my nipples through the material.
Another demonstration of Glenn's dominance was he didn't let me walk
downstairs. With ease, he lifted and carried me.
For breakfast he feed me a bottle of a milk drink. My jaws were sore from
the gags, so sucking the bottle down was hard work. While I was suckling
my breakfast, Glenn went into his first floor office to talk on the
phone.
I should have made a run for it at that moment, but I didn't. It was
almost as if the diaper I wore had bound me to him.
As Glenn talked in the other room, I couldn't keep my hand from rubbing
across the huge mound from plastic covered diaper. Hidden under that
softness was my little penis, so buried I couldn't feel my hand on the
diaper. The only comfortable way for my legs was bending them at the
knees and spread wide. I marveled at the amount of plastic between the
leg holes and how the thick diaper was contained.
The sucking on the bottle made me drowsy and without even thinking to
stop myself, I released my bladder, the warmth spreading and little
streams running around my balls to puddle in the seat of the cloth. I had
to admit it was kind of nice not having to bother to get up and go to the
toilet, yet my calmness disappeared when Glenn came back into the room.
He told me to hurry and finish my bottle, that we were going out.
I sat up, dropping my bottle. Okay, playing at this in the privacy of his
home was humiliating enough, but I wasn't going outside looking like some
sissy wearing diapers. I'd probably get locked up and then a frightening
thought came; what would happen to me dressed like this in jail.
I pleaded. I begged. Don't take me outside. He said nothing, just walked
over and picked up the wooden paddle. Now I really lost it. Like a child,
I plumped to the floor, landing on my well-padded backside. I hung my
head. My legs spread in front of me. The huge pink plastic pants
billowing, that and my wet diaper reminding me of my submissive state.
They made it hard for me to take a rebellious stand and I surely didn't
think I could take the paddling.
Like a child, I cried, tears splashing onto my plastic pants. Glenn
tossed the paddle on the couch and squatted in front of me. He took his
beefy hand and lifted my chin. "There is no reason to be afraid," he told
me. "We are going to someone who knows all about you. She'll love the way
you look and can help us move forward."
I didn't like the sound of moving forward. How long did he plan to keep
up this play-acting?
"Are you going to stop crying and do what daddy says?" he asked.
Despite my wanting to be free, I nodded. It was just that dressed the way
I was and him being so much stronger, I really felt like a child, like
his little girl dressed in pink.
It was a little windy outside, and for a fleeting moment I hoped maybe he
would let me wear a jacket or a sweatshirt over my pink blouse, maybe
something to hide my plastic pants, but no, I had to walk outside with my
pink plastic pants in full view.
I walked out the front door holding his hand; so glad he lived in the
country with no houses and eyes nearby. He drove a huge pickup truck and
helped me in by lifting me easily onto the front seat. Then he reached in
and did something surprising. He tied a yellow rope around one of my
ankles and then fed it under the seat, tying it of on something. Any
thoughts I had of escaping at a stoplight were dashed. Not that I would
dressed as I was.
Being so high off the road in the truck made things a little less
frightening. People couldn't look down and see a man wearing pink plastic
pants. Still, as we drove, I cringed as each car passed us and closed my
eyes when we drove through the little towns.
It's hard how to describe how I felt in that truck, with Glenn dressed
real manly in jeans and flannel shirt and me, wearing only a diaper,
plastic pants and a pink blouse. Something weird came over me and I felt
as if the old me was gone and I could be someone else. Country music
played on the stereo and Glenn talked real nice to me. Telling me how
pretty I was and that the person we were going to see he had met on the
Internet. That she had a little one like me she had transformed and would
help us. I felt so little in the truck, my feet not touching the floor. I
could barely see over the dash. As he talked, my little left hand strayed
to his lap. I could feel him straining his jeans.
We both glanced at each other as my fingers played with the zipper. We
were way out on a country road with little traffic. I told myself I
didn't want to be doing this, that it only was to make sure he was happy
and wouldn't use the paddle on me. Numb with myself, I pulled down the
zipper of his jeans. I had a little trouble, fumbling to work his penis
out of his underwear and into view. Again, I marveled at the size of him
compared to me and cringed at the thought of him putting it into me
someday. My little hand was dwarfed as I began to stroke him. His
breathing became deeper and I worried we might go off the road.
I played with him as we sped down the road, running my fingers around the
head and then down the shaft. He spoke softly, his voice a deep husky
sound. He told me how he would protect me, how he loved me. I'd always
dreamt of a woman telling me that, but long ago I'd given up on that
happening, so when he said it to me, I melted. Almost involuntarily, I
began to wet my diaper. With my right hand, not letting go of him with my
left, I unbuckled my seat belt. Glenn pushed back his seat to give me
room. I climbed across the console, moving under his arms to his waiting
gearshift. I hovered above it.
With my little hand wrapped around the massive shaft, and the huge head
on the top, I thought of an ice cream cone. Instead of just trying to
swallow the thing, I held it as I began to lick it like I had an ice
cream cone, working my tongue around the sides, working it as if it were
melting down the sides. Glenn moaned loudly and arched his back, bringing
his prick to me. I guess it was too much for him and he pulled the truck
off the road.
As I worked on his ice cream cone, my right leg still roped to the truck,
his hand rubbed my plastic covered diaper. Sounds of the plastic rustling
and Glenn moaning turned me on and I worked harder, adding my own wet
sounds to the truck cab. He was now slick from my saliva, so I stopped
licking and began to fill my mouth with him, working my way down slowly.
He was so big I felt my lips had to stretch and my cheeks bulge. I then
pulled back up slowly until he plopped back out. This was driving him
wild. His hand gripped hard on my diapered behind and the shaft swelled
under my hand. "I'm coming," he screamed and before I could react the
first shot hit me in the face. I plunged down and sealed him off, the
next shots filling my mouth. He rocked on the seat as I tried to contain
it all, not wanting any to drip on his jeans. It felt as if I'd swallowed
a garden hose.
Soon, he fell back in the seat, spent, wasted, and for some reason, I was
satisfied that I'd done that to him. I swallowed everything and licked
him clean, then blew it dry before putting the monster back in his jeans.
"That was incredible," he said, breathlessly.
We continued on our way. I mentioned being thirsty and from the bag in
the back he gave me a baby bottle to nurse. I slid down low in the seat
to not be seen drinking it.
It took another hour to get to our destination, a nondescript house in a
bigger town. We had to stop once for Glenn to hit the restroom, but of
course, I didn't need to go since I was wearing my restroom. It was a
good thing I was wearing a thick diaper because I peed quite a bit. I
kept feeling under me for leakage but the plastic pants did the job.
Glenn left me in the truck as he went to the front door. Now would be the
moment to escape, but I was still tied at the ankle. A tall lady, dressed
like you would expect a mom in old black and white sitcoms to be dressed,
answered the door. They talked for a moment, then she hurried out to the
truck, her high heels clattering on the sidewalk.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed, looking in the window at me. I wanted to
disappear, having a woman seeing me dressed like a baby. "Look at how
cute she is! Where is the world did you find this wonderful creature."
I felt my face blush.
"Oh, I bet you're soaked under those adorable plastic pants," she said,
opening the door. "Aunt Diane will change you into a dry diaper, don't
you worry."
She looked down at my ankle. "I see you aren't trained."
Glenn untied me and carried me into the house.
The first thing I saw inside the house floored me. In the middle of the
room was a huge wooden playpen. Looking up at us was a man wearing the
most sissy looking yellow dress.
"Where did you get this darling creature," Aunt Diane asked. Glenn stood
just inside the doorway, and like me, was transfixed by the person in the
playpen staring up at us. Her - and I knew it was a man, but it was
impossible to think of the person sucking on a pacifier as a he -- hair
was a mass of curls and yellow bows. His dress was - and I was surprised
the word came into my mind - stunning. It was what you would expect to
see on a little girl, but made to fit a grown-up. Underneath it was a
petticoat and the way she sat, you got a glimpse of yellow plastic pants.
Aunt Diane continued to fawn over me. "You're what other sissies can only
dream. So little and cute." She ran fingers through my long dark hair and
then looked at my little feet. "Are you sure this isn't really a girl,"
she said with a smile.
Glenn seemed as unsure as I about things. Without even realizing it I
hugged him tight as my mind whirled. It was one thing to play out Glenn's
fantasy; it was another to see someone living the life 24/7.
"Is she a newborn?" Aunt Diane asked Glenn.
"This is the first time for both of us." That answered one question for
me. I had wondered if Glenn had done this with someone else before me.
"Well, we have lot to talk about, don't we?" She patted my diapered
behind. "Let's go get her changed. Did you bring a diaper bag?"
"I don't have one," replied Glenn.
"No bother," she said as she went over to the playpen. "Sally has plenty
of diapers to share." Aunt Diane opened a gate on the playpen and Sally
stood. She was about five-four, when is much taller than me. Aunt Diane
fluffed out the yellow dress around Sally, who still sucked on her
pacifier, staring at me. There was merriment in her eyes as if she
enjoyed being a little girl.
"Let's take," the women hesitated," What is your little girl's name?"
"Melinda," replied Glenn.
Aunt Diane smiled. "What a lovely name. Well, let's take Melinda back to
the nursery."
The nursery was unbelievable. It was done in pink and had everything a
baby would need; a large crib, changing table, rocking chair and an open
closet full of dresses. It smelled of baby powder and the faint hint of
urine. There were also some items you would never find in a normal
nursery. On one wall were restraints, paddles and gags hanging from
hooks. The crib had a top that could be locked and leather restraints
hung from the rails. My stomach tightened. Despite the warm pink colors
and ballerinas on the lampshades, the room scared me.
"Let's change Sally first," said Aunt Diane. "I can show you how to
diaper correctly then you can do it to your little princess." She easily
lifted Sally onto the table. To clear the area for the changing, Sally
had to pull up her dress and petticoats to her chin. She wore yellow
plastic pants with snaps down the sides. "I find side snaps easier for
changing during the day when they are all dressed up pretty.
Aunt Diane undid the snaps, each one very loud. The diaper was also
yellow and very wet. "Sally is completely diaper dependant. Poor thing
can't even hold out for a minute."
She turned to Glenn. "Do you plan to make your newborn diaper dependent?"
"Totally," he replied, making me start to panic. I didn't want loss
control.
"Both ways?"
"Totally."
I started to squirm in his arms. "This has gone far enough," I said. "I
don't want to be dependant on diapers."
She stopped from removing a diaper pin. "I see you have some training to
do." I stopped when I thought about the paddles on the wall. Aunt Diane
walked over to them, but took a leather strapped gag from a peg. "This
will quiet her."
I turned my head not wanting to be gagged, but against these two large
adults, I was helpless. Glenn turned my face to her and she plunged the
rubber gag between my lips. Quickly she strapped it tightly. On the front
of the gag, dangled a short hose and what looked like a ball. I next
found what it was for when she squeezed the ball. The gag inside my mouth
grew. The ball was an air pump.
She pumped only a few times and the thick rubber bladder in my mouth
swelled to completely fill me. For a moment I felt as I was going to
suffocate. "Easy, Melinda, breathe through your nose." She patted me on
the head. "Try to say something."
I decided to scream, but all that could be heard was a soft whimper. This
was so scary but not a frightening as what came next. The women suggested
that Glenn put me in the swing chair so he could learn how to diaper a
baby. I hadn't noticed it. On the ceiling was a swing. She lowered it for
Glenn. The seat of the swing was like you see toddlers be put into except
this on was large enough for an adult. The robes to the swing were
actually bands one finds for bungee jumping.
"Isn't this the best?" she exclaimed. "I had a carpenter friend put
supports in the attic."
She stopped Glenn from lifting me into the seat. "Oops. I forgot
something. Unless..."
I turned to look at the seat. In the middle of it was a rubber penis.
"I can take it off," she said.
I turned to Glenn, pleading with my eyes, for the gag kept me silent. The
sissy on the changing table clapped her approval.
"Why not," he said to my despair.
"Wonderful," said Aunt Diane.
Of course for me there was nothing wonderful about the whole things. My
legs shook as she pulled down my wet plastic pants, making me step out of
them. She next unpinned my diaper and dropped it into a pail. My penis is
tiny but standing there, gagged and exposed, about to be impaled on a
rubber penis, it practically disappeared.
"She is almost a girl," commented Aunt Diane, adding to my embarrassment.
Then she pushed me lower in humiliation. "Either she has been eating
glazed donuts." She wiped my cheek. "Or you two had a little fun on the
way over here."
Glenn laughed. "It was a long drive. We did take care of some business."
I lowered my eyes as Sally on the changing table clapped louder.
"Bend her over."
Bent over, my asshole was invaded by her gloved finger. I could feel the
cold Vaseline. My whimpers filled my ears. I wanted so much to not be
there.
I was a virgin. Nothing had ever been in me. As Glenn held me up, Aunt
Diane positioned my tight hole of the rubber monster. I felt panic again
as the tip touched me. I screamed for them to stop, but of course, to
them, I just whimpered.
"Ready?" she asked me as if I could say anything.
I held on tight to Glenn, pleading with him to not do this to me, but of
course he didn't hear my begging, all he heard was my muffled moans. I
shifted away from the intruder, causing Aunt Diane to smack me hard on my
already bruised butt cheeks.
Suddenly, Glenn stepped away. "Let's not do this to her right now," he
said. I cried and hugged him tightly.
"Your choice," said Aunt Diane. "She would learn to love the chair."
I loved Glenn for not making me sit in the chair.
Aunt Diane lowered the chair farther and went over to the changing table
to finish taking off Sally's diaper. She then took out a pair of blue
plastic cover training pants. I could see an opening sewed in the back.
Sally grew excited and sucked hard on her pacifier. "Let's show Melinda
how fun the chair is to ride."
Sally held out her arms and Aunt Diane easily picked her up and put her
on the floor. I watched in total fascination as the sissy hurried to the
chair, position her butt over the huge rubber penis, and then sat down.
There was a wet sound as it went into her. Aunt Diane raised the seat and
Sally's legs swung in the air. Before coming back to us, the women pulled
down on the chair a bit, causing it to begin bouncing on the rubber band
straps. No doubt the bouncing caused the penis to move inside Sally.
The sissy was all smiles.
"See what you're missing," said Aunt Diane. "Sally can ride that for
hours as she messes in her training pants. Now, let's get Melinda
diapered correctly. I could see by the way you diapered her, you haven't
done this before." She pulled out a pink diaper and laid it out on the
table. "You need to first fold it length wise three times. Next, take the
back and pull it out on both sides."
She patted the waiting diaper. "Sit her down here."
Glenn obeyed and I was soon looking up at the ceiling. Aunt Diane
strapped me down across the chest.
"I like to powder the diaper and the baby," she said as I felt the
coolness of the powder falling on me. The smell brought back memories of
a happier time, when I was a baby and people actually cared about me. A
time before it became evident of my lack of growth.
Sally squealed.
"Look's like mommy's girl did a squirty, said Aunt Diane as she continued
diapering me. Her hands felt like silk as she rubbed the diaper powder on
me. I didn't dare look, but I knew I'd grown excited down there from her
touch. "I'll show you a good way to get rid of that," she said as she
held my little hard penis. Being handled this way was so emasculating,
but this was the first time another person had held my penis. "Roll her
over to her side."
I didn't resist as Glenn rolled me over. Now I was looking right at Sally
as she bounced on the rubber c-ck. I jumped a little at the snap of latex
gloves. A moan escaped when she inserted a finger in me. "There, she is
lubed," said Aunt Diane. "Hold this over her little toy."
Glenn held a real baby disposable diaper over my hard penis.
"This usually only takes a few seconds," she warned. Her finger left to
be replaced by something long. I want to cry for her to stop as the thing
invaded me. Then it touched my prostate and I came in the diaper held by
Glenn. It happened with any buildup and felt wonderful.
"We like that don't we little one," cooed Aunt Diane in my ear. "Now back
to proper diapering."
They rolled me back over and Aunt Diane finished the lesson. "You pull
the diaper up between her legs, then open the front and pin."
The diaper was much softer than the one Glenn had me wear and I could
tell the difference in the fit. "Let's put on plastic pants with snaps
for her trip to the beauty shop." She pulled out a pink pair. "I do
believe you like pink, don't you dear," she said to Glenn.
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