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Pretty In Pink Plastic Part 3 By Deewet 2008 Glenn smiled. Pink was surely his color, a color he liked to see me dressed in for him. I felt weird after the orgasm, probably because it was my first one in front of anyone. My body felt numb, a strange lightness and I wasn't so freaked out about what was happening to me. A strange feeling of security washed over me as she snapped me up in the pink plastic pants. "Put her in the crib while I get my little darling ready." Glenn took me over and placed me in the white crib. The thing was huge and the top of the bars came to almost my shoulders when I stood, looking over the rail as Aunt Diana diapered Sally. He was completely shaven down there and his penis, although small, was bigger than mine. He kept staring over at me, sucking on his pacifier. Aunt Diana held up a big butt plug. It was blue. "I always have to plug Sally when we are going out. If I don't I'm sure to be changing a messy diaper in the ladies room." A high squeal came from Sally as Aunt Diana pushed the plug home. "It's nap time," explained Aunt Diana to Glenn. "We can talk while the little babies dream of satin and plastic." After diapering Sally in a thick one with yellow plastic pants, she had the adult baby stand to remove his yellow dress and petticoat. She replaced it with a short yellow shirt adorned with kittens. I assumed correctly that we would both be sleeping in the crib. What I didn't assume was how we would be sleeping. The woman had a real bent streak. She told Glenn how she loves bondage and this would be a chance to help their little babies get closer acquainted. Both of us were made to lie down, facing each other, him sucking on a pacifier, me gagged silent. She lowered the rail and had Glenn help her buckle purple cuffs around our wrists and ankles. I tried to not panic, but whimpers did come out around my gag. "Now hug each other," commanded the woman. Sally smiled around his pacifier as my wrists cuff were buckled behind his back. In turn, his were buckled behind me. The obvious next thing was buckling our ankles together. As she did this I thought about how easily I was becoming helpless to change the strange direction my life was taking. Would I ever have thought a week ago, that I'd be wearing a diaper and plastic pants, strapped to another adult wearing the same. Our filled plastic pants touched each other. The last step was she put a collar around each of us and latched together the steel rings in the front. Now I couldn't help but stare into the face of Sally. I noticed his eyes were blue and had hints of eye shadow on the lids. His lashes were long and thick. "Let's go have something to drink and talk about training," the woman said to Glenn. She pulled up the rail and then locked down a railed cover over the crib. "They won't be going anywhere." They left us bound in the crib, staring at each other. The room was very quiet with the talking adults gone, the only sounds being Sally sucking on her pacifier and the noisy plastic sheet when we moved. After a few long minutes, Sally began to rub his plastic pants against mine. Our diapers were too thick for me to feel his penis, but the slow movement of the soft diaper around mine got me excited again. Of course, we could say nothing, but his eyes told me he was enjoying the feeling. Sounds of crinkling plastic filled the crib as we moved slowly, forcibly hugging, staring into our eyes. I'd never been this close to another human and definitely not another man. I could smell a hint of perfume but mostly baby powder. Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry. After a few minutes, I felt his plastic pants grow hot, obviously from wetting his diaper. I did the same. The pee ran down the side of my diaper. This really got Sally excited and he pressed harder against me. He breathed heavily around his pacifier and I thought about the plug he wore, knowing deep in my mind that one was probably in my future. It must be moving in him with each of his small thrusts against my diaper. Suddenly he cried out, losing his pacifier. I could feel his shudder. I didn't think I could come again so soon after being milked, but I immediately followed Sally. Waves rushed across my body as he held me tight. I'm sure I would have cried out if not for my fully gagged mouth. Time slipped away as we forcibly embraced, both of us in wet diapers and plastic. Sally sucked slowly on his pacifier as his bound hands massaged my back. Our smooth faces touched as my eyes grew heavy. Soon I feel into a soft sleep, but not before I released more pee into my waiting diaper. There was something so nice and familiar about being able to release myself at whim. A bright flash woke me. Aunt Diana was taking pictures of the sleeping baby girls. "Wake up sleepy heads," she said, snapping more pictures. "We need to get Melinda to her appointment." I didn't see Glenn and for some reason this scared me. I seemed to be dependent on him being around, like a baby and her daddy. For the first time I was really dressed as a baby girl. After releasing us from our embrace, Aunt Diana dressed me in a pink dress. Despite not really wanting to be dressed as a little girl, I was entranced by the dress. Of course it was a soft pink color with little tiny hearts, each having a purple flower inside of them. There was also some white floral swirled into its pinky peach color. The peter pan color also matched the design of the dress. My eyes took it all in, knowing I'd be wearing the dress. The collar was trimmed in gathered lace and adorned in a white satin bow. The big ruffle on the bottom of the dress was also trimmed in gathered white lace. It had big poofy sleeves. Aunt Diana laughed. "Don't try to hid it from me. I can tell that Melinda likes her new dress." You might wonder why I didn't make a run for it at that moment. Glenn wasn't around and I was untied, but remember, a gag was still locked on me and I was not dressed so normal. Would you go running out into the streets dressed as I was in a wet diaper? Most likely I would be arrested and how could I explain being dressed this way. Plus, I'm not what you call a brave person. So, I passively let Aunt Diana put me in the dress. The waist was at my chest and right away. I could see it was too short to hide my bulging plastic pants. These plastic pants became more visible when Aunt Diana had me step into a fluffy petticoat. It was trimmed in pink. Pink trimmed socks and pink Mary Jane shoes finished off my outfit, well at least I thought they did until she tied a pink plastic bonnet on my head. It stuck so far out on the sides it was like wearing blinders. My world became only what was directly in front of my face. She pushed me to a full-length mirror. "What do you think?" she asked me. "Your daddy won't be able to keep his eyes off you when we are done today." I moaned around my gag. Staring back at me was a little girl. It was worse than I thought with the diapers showing. No one would miss the bulging pink plastic pants and what it meant. I felt so humiliated and this in itself made me want to hide deeper in this new identity. I wanted to forget who I really was and be this baby staring back at me. I really couldn't take my eyes off my image in the mirror. "Come on, Melinda," said Aunt Diana, handing me a baby bottle. "Take this and go sit in that rocking chair while I get little Sally ready." I started to waddle over to the chair when she stopped me. "You silly baby," she said. "How can you drink your bottle with that gag?" She went to the bulb hanging off the front of my gag and turned a little valve. The bulb filling my mouth deflated and she undid the buckle on the back. My jaw ached, but my mouth felt oddly empty without the gag. The rocking chair was pink with little bunnies across the back. It was the biggest chair I've ever seen. I had to climb up on it. My feet didn't touch the floor. The warm formula in the bottle was gross, but I hadn't eaten anything so I forced it down. The hole in the nipple was small so I had to suck hard to get anything to flow. I was very noisy. Sally was put into a yellow sailor dress with matching plastic lined pants. Unlike mine, his dress looked more for a toddler and was longer. His hair was already a very feminine cut and very thick, so Aunt Diana tied it in a yellow ribbon. I saw that Sally had both ears pierced with two studs in each. I'd love to get a chance to talk to him. As I suckled, I worried about what was going to happen next. I was sure we were being dressed to go out and Aunt Diana, funny how quickly I thought of her that way, had said something about getting my hair done. "Okay, girls," said Aunt Diana after Sally was diapered and dressed. "Times a wasting and we need to get Melinda nice and cute for her daddy. He won't be able to keep his hands off you when we're finished." She made me hold Sally's hand as we walk together out to the car. Unfortunately, she didn't trust me and had replaced the gag after my bottle. Sally sucked on his ever-present pacifier. A slight breeze blew, raising my already short hem and exposing my plastic covered diaper to the world. With my bonnet on, I could only see in front of me, thus I didn't know if anyone had noticed these two strangely dressed sissies waddling toward the car. I use the word waddle because that is precisely all we could do with such thick diapers between our thighs. We couldn't get to the car fast enough. Both of us were still wearing the purple leather cuffs around our ankles and wrists, so when we got into the back seat, Aunt Diana reached across me and snapped a little padlock through the o-rings on my left wrist and Sally's right. She patted my smooth thigh - I should stop and tell you that my legs are naturally almost hairless. "This is in case you decide to be a bad girl and run away," she said. Because of our petticoats, we were almost lost in the back seat. There just wasn't any way to hold our skirts down. So for me, my world had shrunk down to the vinyl walls of my bonnet, my dress and petticoat, and Sally's soft hand in mine. My anxieties melted as she caressed my fingers, then she lifted my hand to her mouth and lovingly sucked and licked them. I've always been a touch sensitive person and longed to be touched by someone. I'd savor the trips to get my long hair trimmed and washed by the girls at the Cut and Save, which was a sad indication of the loneliness of my life. I really couldn't see where Aunt Diana was taking us, not that it made any difference. Like a child, I didn't need to know. Somewhere along the short drive we hit a speed bump and Sally squealed, no doubt from the plug in him. I shuddered, hoping I would never have to be plugged, but deep in side of me, I knew it was a fruitless wish. Again, I had visions of what it will be like when Glenn takes me back there. My fear was that he would pound me like the little sissies were by the men in the porn movies we had watched at his place. Too soon, we stopped. Aunt Diana came around to let us out of the back seat. Because of our bound wrists, I had to slide across to follow Sally out on her side, which made my dress ride up, giving the parking lot a full view of my plastic covered diaper. The wind felt cool on my legs. I heard women giggle, but couldn't see them because of the bonnet restriction, and I had no desire to see their faces. I was already so humiliated, dressed this way. That and my focus were on something else. My lower bowels were grumbling and moving. I felt pressure building and dreaded the meaning. I looked to Aunt Diana and moaned, but with my full mouth, she had no idea of the problem and just patted me on the head. "Don't be afraid. This is will be your special day. They'll love working with your hair." My special day turned out to be in a Full Service Beauty shop. Everyone in the place stopped when we walked in the door and I really wanted to die. All these women looking at me in a dress, wearing a diaper I would soon mess if Aunt Diana didn't let me go to the bathroom. And since I was wearing my toilet, I figured fat chance, even If I could tell her that I desperately had to go. "She adorable," said a tall woman. She held a pink plastic cover. "Let's put this on so we don't mess up her pretty dress." Everyone gathered around Sally and I. "Is it a boy or a man under that dress?" "Oh, he supposed to be twenty, but as you can see, he's no taller than an eight year old girl." "And look at their thick diapers." "I always use cloth diapers on my little girls," said Aunt Diana. "Sally is mine and this one is named Melinda. She and her daddy are new at this so we want to make her irresistible to him." A huge woman, made up in garish makeup and big hair, patted the booster seat on her chair. "She probably already is irresistible to him. When I'm finished, he will be spellbound." Everyone laughed. "Do they use their diapers?" asked a woman. "For everything," replied Aunt Diana. "They're babies. Mine can't hold anything and someday, Melinda will not be able to either. " As she mentioned that, my sphincter lost the battle and hot diarrhea rushed noisily into my diaper. All conversation stopped and despite my horror, I couldn't contain more poo from flowing from me. I wanted to die as I filled my diaper in front of all these women. My stature in this world came to me hard, standing there in dirty diapers, wearing little baby girl clothes, surrounded by adults dressed as adults who used the bathroom, not their pants. "See what I mean," said Aunt Diana. "She couldn't even wait until she got her hair done." "Take that nasty little girl in the back," said the huge woman. "You can change her back there." Aunt Diana tugged me toward the back with Sally trailing at my wrist. My humiliation had reached a new low at that moment. What kind of man lets himself be dressed that way and then not have enough control to stop from dirtying his diapers in front of grown women? What must they be thinking of me? Even as Aunt Diana pulled me across the room, more poop escaped into my full diaper. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but of course, my humiliation wasn't near over. One of the girls working at the place went for the diaper bag in the car. She was so cute and nice. I so much wished I'd met her before my recent transformation. But, now she would never see me as anything different than this strange little guy dressed as a little girl. There was a big conference table in the back room. Sally and I stood there, me smelling ripe, as Aunt Diana laid out a folded up plastic changing mat on the table. Next, from the diaper bag, she took out a box of wipes, a large pink washrag, a thick cloth diaper and printed plastic pants. These were very babyish with circus animals on a pink background. Last were latex gloves, baby powder and oil. She patted the pad. "Come on, little one, up on the table so Aunt Diana can get you out of that stinky diaper." I so wanted the cute girl to leave, but to my shame, she stayed to watch. I was on my back, knees in the air while Aunt Diana snapped on the latex gloves. While she got ready, she continued baby talk to me, which made the girl giggle and me wanting to die. "Don't worry, sugar plum," she said, "We'll get you out of that diaper and ready for Gwen to make you look pretty. Won't that be fun, getting all girly for your daddy? Now pull up your skirts so Aunt Diana can get you changed." Sally stood by me, his wrist still bound to mine. He helped me pull up my dress and petticoat to my shoulders. Luckily, I was now lost in the sea of my clothes and my bonnet, so I couldn't see the cute girl's face. "He'll just love seeing your new hair and painted nails. " She unsnapped my plastic pants. "Oh my, looks like Melinda made a big mess in her diaper." Without the plastic pants, I smelled up the room. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend I was somewhere else, but as I said earlier, I'm very sensitive to touch. I felt everything magnified as Aunt Diana peeled off my dirty diaper and began cleaning me with a damp rag and wipes. "Lift up so Aunt Diana can get all that mess around your bottom. That's it. Up we go. My, my, but don't worry, Aunt Diana will get you clean." I felt her washing around my penis. She chuckled. "Can you see why it's best he's a sissy? What woman would be satisfied with something no bigger than a finger." "It's so cute," said the girl. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I was so confused. Why did I let them put me in diapers? I felt as if the cute girl could look into me and see what I had done with Glenn. The air felt cold as Aunt Diana finished cleaning me. I felt her slid a new diaper under me. "Down on your diaper," she commanded. Like a good little girl I obeyed. "Now we need to make sure this doesn't happen again," she said. "Melinda, you need to grab under your knees and pull you legs up as high as they will go." I looked around my skirts and saw her greasing up a flesh colored butt plug. This sent me over the edge for I wanted no part of being penetrated with it. I screamed wildly at my gag and started to get up. A searing pain shot up from my butt cheek. The bigger woman from the shop had come into the room. The wooden paddle sung through the air as it struck my other cheek. "Don't hit him," pleaded the cute girl. She came around to my head and stoked my face. "Melinda will be good." My butt cheeks were on fire from the two spankings. My chest heaved as I fought to not sob into my gag. My pathetic moans filled the room. "It's okay, little one," the cute girl said. "Aunt Diana will be gentle." "Yes, I will," commented Aunt Diana as I felt the end of the rubber plug push against my sphincter. The thing was tapered and when she pushed the pain became unbearable as it opened me. "Relax," cooed the girl. "It will be easier that way." I couldn't believe it when Aunt Diana said we were only half way. I felt as if a telephone pole was stuck up my ass. The girl continued to stroke my face as I tried to calm down, but it wasn't easy with my butt hole being stretched. "Here we go," warned Aunt Diana. I screamed into my gag as she pushed the butt plug into me, the taper of it stretching until I thought I would rip. Then I was past the widest part and it popped into me. "There," comment Aunt Diana, proudly. "That will keep things from getting messy again." The girl wiped away the tears running down my face. My body involuntarily worked to expel the invader. "She's trying to push it back out," said the larger woman. A loud smack came to my thigh. "Stop that," commanded Aunt Diana. "It really doesn't matter how hard she tries, it isn't coming out. And, to make sure, I have these special panties." I couldn't see down there with all my petticoats, but I didn't like the sound of that. I felt something being worked over my feet. It felt tight and Aunt Diana had to work it up my legs. "She has almost no hair," said the big woman, "but do you want me to get rid of it before you get the panties on her. " "Oh, what a splendid idea." The big woman commanded the girl by my head, "Get down here you little bitch and make our baby girl smooth." I wasn't sure how I could be excited, but as she removed my hair, they all laughed at my little prick. "Looks like she likes her little brown pussy filled," said the big woman. "They always do," answered Aunt Diana. "Even being such a pathetic little thing, I need it down so I can tuck it between her legs in these panties." "Take care of it, bitch," shouted the big woman to the girl. It made me sad to think my first blowjob was going to happen as I lay on a table, petticoats pulled to my chest, wearing little girl shoes, plugged and about to be diapered. Because of my size, she had no problem swallowing me down to my tiny, now hairless, balls. I could feel her lips pulling on me as her little head bobbed. It was the greatest thing I ever felt and as such, I only lasted a few minutes. "Don't swallow it," commended the bigger woman. She brought the girl over to my side. She then began to untie my bonnet. "Turn your head," she said to me. After that orgasm, I was completely placid and did what she wanted. It felt nice to have the bonnet removed and even better when they released me from the mouth-stretching gag. "Kiss him," demanded the large woman and the girl leaned over and kissed me. Her full mouth of my sperm flowed into mine. Her tongue swished the cum around in my mouth until I wanted to gag. I had no choice but to swallow. When she pulled away, her eyes were wet. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Now spent, Aunt Diana had no trouble pushing my little penis between my legs. I had to lift up as she pulled the extremely tight fitting pants on me. The tightness pushed my plug deeper into me making it impossible to expel. Next she pulled the folded thick diaper up between my smooth legs and pinned them tightly. Last were the plastic pants. These were pulled under me and then snapped to fit everything in a safe plastic cocoon. I was helped off the table and told to stand still as Aunt Diana insured that my skirts were positioned. The diaper felt thick between my legs and I felt so full in my rear hole from the intruder. It was like a constant feel of going to the bathroom. "Did you notice how full his lips are?" said the girl. "Women would kill for lips like those." For some reason she was making me feel good about myself, something I never would have thought possible, dressed the way I was like a oversize little girl. Sally and I walked back into the main shop, holding hands, and were greeted by a crowd of women, all waiting for us. I looked down at the floor, unable to look into their judging eyes. Aunt Diana unhooked me from Sally so I could get my hair washed. Never had I ever been treated to a hair wash and it was wonderful. The girl's strong fingers worked into my scalp and I peed in my waiting diaper as she rinsed it in warm water. I was starting to grow used to the convenience of wetting myself whenever the slightness pressure built. All the while she washed my hair, she complemented my full black hair and how much she was going to enjoy styling it for me. I now understand how women have it great in going to a beauty shop. Just the act of getting my hair brushed before the styling was ecstasy. I didn't even care that I was the center of attraction. I even took my pacifier hungrily when Aunt Diana offered. While Gwen worked on my hair, the girl did my nails. Of course, they were done in pink with little bunny appliqu?s. She kept commenting on how little and cute my hands were and when she finished, they were also baby- soft. My intruder was always on my mind. I had to sit on a buster in the beauty chair, so my feet swung in the air, leaving all my body weight on the plug. The only time I forgot about it was when Sally was fed. It really caught me by surprised when one of the ladies, with huge breast, sat down on the couch and exposed them. I'd never seen anything so big and the nipples were massive. I thought about how nice it would be to suck on them when Aunt Diana led Sally over to the woman. He didn't seem pleased and was whining around his pacifier. "Stop that Sally," demanded Aunt Sally. She pushed Sally into the woman's outstretched arms. Even the girl stopped doing my hands to watch as the woman took out Sally's pacifier and pulled him to her right brast. Sally moaned as his mouth was sealed around the nipple. Soon loud sucking noises filled the room as he began to breastfeed. I couldn't get over the vision of his face pressed against that massive breast, his dress riding up to expose his plastic pants. His smooth legs moved against the pants, adding their crinkling sound to the suckling. An hour later, I was led to a full-length mirror to see the new me. My head spun as I stared at the little girl looking back at me. Any trace of my maleness had vanished with the long full girl's hair on my head. They had put it in a big pink bow and it flowed down to my shoulders. My face had been scrubbed and the shadowing around my eyes, made the blue in them shine. I never realized what beautiful eyes I had. At that moment I had become Melinda. "Wait until your Daddy sees you," said Aunt Diana. Sally and I were again tethered at the wrists for the trip back to Aunt Diana's place. The girl from the shop pulled out my pacifier and gave me another kiss before we left. I almost cried thinking how I wished things were normal and I could take her out on a real date, but dressed as I was in a wet diaper and pink clothes, that would never happen. My future didn't look to be anything normal. Soon I'd be back in my daddy's arms. Now, leaving the shop were two overgrown baby girls holding hands. I started to worry about seeing Glenn. I just knew he'd go wild over the new me and I clinched around the butt plug, thinking about him taking me back there. Glenn's truck wasn't there when we got to her house, and now I began to worry that he wouldn't return. Maybe he got cold feet and decided to not come back for me. I really had no idea what I'd do then. Back in the house, Sally was put to bed for a nap and Aunt Diana gave me a bottle and locked me into the wooden playpen. The bars of the pen were above my head and too make sure I had no plans on climbing out or opening the gate, Aunt Dina bound my hands in another of her ingenious methods. She took my hands and slid them into thumbless mittens. When she strapped them around my wrist there was no way for me to remove them and it was impossible to grasp anything. I could barely hold my bottle. A real feeling of excitement washed over me as I sucked on the bottle, waiting for Glenn. I really couldn't wait for him to see me, which was unsettling. Was I starting to enjoy being a little girl? There was comfort also in lying there, safe in the playpen, drinking my milk and wetting my diaper at the slightest urge. I enjoyed the way it felt as the pee worked its way to my bottom. I even began to forget the plug filling me. Then, I heard him at the door and my heart leaped. I put down my bottle and stood in the playpen, my covered hands at the rails. His deep voice was comforting and when he came into the room, the look in his eyes told me everything. In my excitement I held out my arms to be lifted. His smile told me I did have some power and I never in my life felt more wanted. He pulled me out of the playpen and I hugged him tightly. "Looks like Melinda missed her daddy," said Aunt Diana. "I can't believe how she looks," said Glenn as he sat me down to take a full look. Something had released inside of me and I was Melinda, a little girl ready to do anything for her daddy. I tried to look my cutest for him and I could see it was working. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me nor could we get to the truck fast enough. He had bought a lot of stuff from Aunt Diana and it took him several trips to the truck, but finally I was in the passenger seat next to him. We didn't go home. It was already late and he couldn't wait to get at me. I could also smell that he had been drinking and no way did I want us to be pulled over with me like this. Can you imagine how long I'd last behind bars? He pulled into one of those hotels with the suites like little condos. Excitement grew in me as I sat in the truck waiting for him to check us into a room. I knew tonight would be the night and I wasn't afraid. Inside the suite, it was a bedroom, kitchen and living room, Glenn stood me in front of him and just stared. I sucked on my pacifier and moved around some, hoping the rustling noises would excite him. They did. I knelt in the middle of the room and Glenn began to strip, his huge cock even look bigger when he was completely nude. A stream of pee escaped me as I looked up submissively in his eyes. Outside, I heard people going about their normal lives as I knelt before this man, my daddy. It felt wild as I waited to take this man in to my moist mouth while people walked on the other side of the curtained window. I turned and offered my cuffed wrist to him. I wanted him to bind me and make me feel more helpless, to only have my mouth to satisfy him. He rummaged in the bag on the couch and found the padlock. The click when he closed it sounded loud and was another step in our relationship. I was showing him that he was the master. Now I knelt before my master, my arms pinned helpless behind my back, bound in diapers and plastic pants underneath my pink baby dress. His penis stood straight out waiting for my lips, lips they said most women would die to have. He reached down and removed my pacifier, breathing heavily. He moved closer and I bent lower, starting to lick the under part of the shaft. It bobbed as I ran my tongue along the bulging vain. I stopped at the base and gently sucked in one of his balls, filling my hot mouth. He stumbled back and it popped from my mouth. "Let's go over to the mirror," he said, his voice raspy. "I want to watch." We did and again I was kneeling before his alter. I looked over in the mirror and caught my breath. I could see why he was getting so excited, here was this rock hard man about to be serviced by a soft, submissive sissy, wrists bound behind her back, long black hair tied in a pink ribbon. I watch myself slid my lips around the head of this monster. I couldn't stop from watching my mouth swell as I moved down the shaft. I felt my butt tighten around the plug. Slowly I pulled the rod from my mouth and then plunged it back into me. We were linked together at his member and my mouth. I knew I was driving Glenn crazy with my sucking on him. I took as much of him as I could. With my hands bound behind my back, all my focus was on working my mouth. It was my instrument to please him and also a way for me to gain a little power back. I glanced over at the mirror and smiled around the thick rod disappearing into me, stretching my full lips. He was also looking at us in the mirror and our eyes met. "Are you daddy's little girl," he said, his voice deep and full of passion. Too full to speak, I shook my head, which looked hot with the cock filling me. He moaned in pleasure. I slowly pulled back and his penis popped from my lips. I lowered my head to start kissing the underside, rubbing my lips down the shaft to his balls, flicking them with my tongue until I moved my soft lips back up. Saliva flowed from my mouth, coating him and running down my chin. Of course with my wrists locked, I could do nothing except let my juices flow and drip onto my bare thighs. The outside world faded and it was just I making Glenn happy. I slurped noisily and licked him like he was a pop sickle. He rocked and grunted like a bull as I gave him the best blowjob he ever had. I wanted him to crave me. If I was going to be dressed like this for him, I wanted him to need me. Never in my life had anyone needed me, most just didn't even notice I existed, but to Glenn, I wanted to be his obsession. If I was going to be his baby girl I wanted the best clothes, to be pampered and loved. All this was going through my mind as I suck in his penis, started slowly at the head and then swallowing the shaft. He placed his hands behind my styled hair as he moved his hips to pump his cock between my lips. I knew it wouldn't be long before he filled me. But, he craved to have this last and he abruptly pulled his cock from my mouth. "Not yet," he whispered, but it was too late. I looked up at him and when he saw my wet mouth and me licking my lips, he came. Although, he tried to get it back into my mouth in time, the first shot hit my face. My lips were firmly around the shaft for the next convulsions and he filled my mouth. Because of his size pressing my tongue down I couldn't swallow as he kept shooting into me. Cum leaked down my chin and onto the front of my pretty dress. Finally he pulled back some and I was able to swallow the seemingly gallons of semen. "Oh god," he moaned as I sucked him dry. He finally pulled out and stumbled back to fall into the bed. Helpless like I was, I just waited, my face dripping with his juices and more on the front of my dress. Until meeting Glenn, I never dreamed of being a little cocksucker, to be the instrument of a man's pleasure, but now I was one. In the privacy of being alone with him, I found I wasn't ashamed. Women do this all the time and they go on with life. Maybe this is what I should be. Maybe Glenn was bringing out the real me. I had to pee and didn't hesitate to release it into my waiting diaper. I noticed that my rear was getting used to the plug and I had forgotten it was there. Now that I need notice it, I wanted it out. "Daddy," I said softly. "Can you change my diaper?" Saying this out loud in the quiet room was another level of submission. I was telling that I needed him to help me, that I was helpless to control my body functions. I started to see why he wanted me in diapers and plastic pants. It made me depend on him. He had control of what I wore, ate and when I was changed. Glenn patted the bed for me and I climbed on to the sheet and got on my back with my legs bent at the knees, waiting for him to change me. My face was still smeared with his juices. Not bothering to dress, Glenn went to the diaper bag. He came back with a disposable diaper. It was cute and looked nothing like a sterile adult diaper. It was white and had a strip of Disney characters across the waist. There was something special about being changed by Glenn, naked as he was with his huge, hard rock, manly body. It showed me my place being so much smaller, dressed like a little girl, wearing a wet diaper, the taste of him still filling my mouth. What little power I got from giving him the blowjob of his life, paled compared to the power he had over me. I could do nothing to stop him from doing anything to me. If he wanted to strip off my diaper and take me, I was helpless. I could do nothing but cry if he turned me over a blistered my little butt. One problem with my wrists bound behind my back was I couldn't gather my dress and petticoat to get them out of his way for my changing. He didn't seem to care and I think might have enjoyed having them in his way. I heard the snaps pop as he undid my plastic pants. Next he unpinned my thick, soaked diaper and stuffed it into a hotel provided plastic bag. I could smell the diaper and my shame. "Now, what is this?" Glenn asked, obviously talking about the strange tight pants Aunt Diana had put under my diaper. "It's to hold in my plug, daddy," I said, my voice sounding so small compared to his. He chuckled and pulled off the pants, stuffing them in the bag with diaper. He then turned me over to see that I was plugged. He took in a breath when he saw the size of the base, the only thing showing on the outside. I glanced over and saw he was getting hard again. The man was a machine. I moaned when he grabbed the base of the plug. I wanted it out of me but I also knew that meant it would hurt worse than going into me. Then it had a taper to push me open, now I'd get the full diameter of the plug without a build-up. Glenn tugged but the plug stayed in me. "How big is this thing?" He asked. I answered with a whimper. He pulled harder and I felt as if I was being ripped apart as the plug opened me up. It made a loud popping noise to go with my little girl squeal as Glenn pulled it out. He turned me back over to finish the diapering. I cringed when I saw the size of the butt plug as he tossed on the bed next. I couldn't believe I had walked around with that monster in me. His large, strong hands felt reassuring as he pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it tightly around my waist. After the thick diapers and plastic pants, it felt as if I wasn't wearing anything. He lingered a long time on the front of my diaper, rubbing the plastic, which was much louder than the plastic pants. My little penis grew hard with his massage. "Does daddy's little girl want to have fun in her diaper." I moaned and nodded. He continued stroking me through the noisy diaper. "Will, she make daddy happy later?" Again, I nodded. "Tell daddy in your little girl voice that you like sucking on him." His strong hands felt so good on my diaper. Reflexively, I raised my legs, bent at the knees. "I like sucking on my daddy and making him fill me." He liked that and rubbed harder. "Do, you want daddy to be your plug tonight?" I swallowed hard, staring at the massive rod sticking from my daddy, wondering if I could actually take it inside of me. "Yes, I want to have all of my daddy," I said right before I came into my waiting diaper. He held his hand tightly against my diaper as the waves swept over me. I cried like a little girl. I really thought Glenn was going to want me to service him again, but after I finished he got dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. He was hungry and I realized I was starving. He ordered pizza to be delivered. While we waited for the pizza, I sat on my knees at his feet, hands bound, while he watched a baseball game. I think he liked the power my bound wrists gave him over me, not that I was going anywhere dressed like this. I jumped when the delivery guy knocked. I went to hide, but Glenn made me kneel by him, so the guy could see me when he opened the door. I was a little shocked, figuring he wouldn't want others to know about his sissy fetish. Then I realized the delivery guy wouldn't know I was a man under these clothes, except for my flat chest. The delivery guy, a middle-aged man with lots of tattoos, eyes went wide when he saw me there on the floor. "Me and my girl friend like to play games," Glenn explained. "Wow, that is hot," said the delivery guy. "She just gave me the best blow-job," said Glenn, taking the pizza and putting it on the counter in the small kitchen. "You want one instead of a tip?" I couldn't believe he was offering me up to this stranger. I felt betrayed. "Are you kidding me?" asked the delivery guy. "Give the man his tip, Melinda." I shook my head no. "I said, give the man his fucking tip!" Tears ran down my cheeks at Glenn's shout. He closed the door. "You'll have to pull it out for her. As you can see, she is all tied up at the moment." I waited there on my knees, feeling like an object, not a person, for the guy to pull out his pen-s. Thankfully it wasn't as big as Glenn's. While I blew the guy, Glenn ate pizza and watched. When I took him fully in my mouth, the delivery guy took my head and began to earnestly f--k my face. I had trouble catching my breath as he pounded away at my lips. The plastic on my diapers was loud. "Is she wearing diapers?" "Little bitch has to. No control." "This is unbelievable," he replied, between grunts. All I wanted was for it to be over, for this wasn't exciting in the least. When he finally shot his wad down my throat, he shouted for me to swallow it all, bitch. I did.