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Chapter 1: Carina My current girlfriend Carina really is a beaut. About 5'11”, slender and muscular, endless long legs and best of all nice, big tits! Just as I like them: Cup size EE. I love big breasts! She's the woman of my dreams. There's only one slight problem: She's incredibly jealous! Seems I did something wrong again when we were out yesterday. "We have to talk, Tim!" she said reproachfully when I sat down at the breakfast table. I rolled my eyes. What now? This was getting really tiresome. If she weren't so hot, I would have broken up with her long ago. But her tits and her body were so hot, and she was really good in bed! She knew exactly how to satisfy me. I didn't care if she came. It was her job to please me. I had the money! My parents bequeathed some 100 million Dollars to me. They established a foundation in my favor. I didn't know the exact number, but I didn't really care. Nobody had rejected my credit card yet. All in all I was the perfect playboy. She was a geriatric nurse and made the legal minimum at best. She still had a tiny flat somewhere, but she barely went there any more. After work she always went to my place. Why not? The mansion big enough for both of us. If she weren't so jealous, she'd be the perfect girlfriend. "Why?" I asked annoyed. "You have to ask? You know exactly what I'm talking about!" she flipped out. "What the hell are you talking about? Honestly, I have no idea!" I groaned. "Don't play stupid! I'm talking about the blonde with the big tits! The slut you hit on! You almost hooked up with her! Just admit it!" she screamed. There we went again. She was jealous again! This wasn't fun any more. This was really getting onto my nerves! "Don't make such a fuss! I just talked to her! As far as I know that's no crime! And just for the record: I would have never hooked up with her!" I said offended. The latter was a lie, of course. Given the opportunity, I would have fucked her brains out, but I'd never tell her that! "Don't lie to me! You undressed her with your eyes!" she yelled really angry. "Yeah, maybe, I don't remember. But what do you expect? I'm a man, for god's sake! Besides, you also talked to that stud! Why is that OK? Double standards again?" I put the pistol on her chest. Crap. She wasn't worth it any more. The same useless, annoying argument every weekend! "Sure, but wouldn't have jumped into bed with him! That's the difference! So no double standards!" she shouted almost hysterically. That was the literal straw breaking the camel's back. "If you have a problem with me talking to other girls, get lost! Enough is enough! Get out!" I shouted angrily. This time she really did it! I had enough! The blond girl from last evening didn't have as nice tits as Carina, but I didn't care any more. Besides, she seemed nice! Not bitchy at all! It was time for a change. "You... you don't mean that! Take that back!" she cried horrified. "No! Piss off! Take your things and get lost! Next weekend I'm gonna lay the blond one. I'm so sick of you!" I replied firmly. But instead of packing her bag she grinned broadly, much to my surprise. She was up to something! "You'd love that, wouldn't you? Throw me away like a used condom! But you can forget that!" she said dangerously calm. This stupid bitch just didn't get it! Dumb as a post! "I'm not joking! Bugger off! Leave!" I snapped. Suddenly I was incredibly tired. So much that I yawned open-mouthed! Crap! She put something into my coffee! "What's up, Tim? Are you tired?" she smirked. Half a minute later I was fast asleep. Chapter 2: Rude awakening When I opened my eyes again, I was totally disoriented. Pink bars were all around me, left, right and even on the top. They were about 4 inches thick and about 3 feet high. The bed cover was pink, too, and decorated with fairies wielding a magic wand. What the heck? I tried to get up, but I couldn't. My arms and legs were strapped to the bed! Shit! That stupid bitch Carina! This was going too far! I struggled against my bonds and cried for help, but when I heard my voice I fell silent immediately. That couldn't be my voice. I sounded like a little girl! I cleared my throat and tried again, but I still heard the same ridiculously high voice! What the fuck? I looked around. The room had no windows, only a very robust looking steel door to the right. The walls were covered with pink wallpapers and the floor with a fluffy, pink carpet. Most likely I was in the basement. After about five minutes the door opened and Carina entered. "Hi Tim, how are you?" she asked. "What the fuck? What did you do to me?" I screamed with my ridiculously high voice. "Calm down, Tim," she said calmly while I tore at my bonds. Shit! I was totally at her mercy. "What the fuck happened to my voice?" I screamed. "Do you like it?" she giggled. "No! It's ridiculous! I sound like a little girl!" I howled. "I shortened your vocal chords. One of several procedures to keep you faithful!" she explained. That scared the hell out of me! What the hell did she do? Once again I struggled against my bonds. "What the fuck did you do?" I screamed. "Calm down, Timmy!" she said sharply. Easier said than done, but somehow I got myself under control. I tried another approach. "Just let me go, and I'll forget about this!" I suggested as calmly as I could. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? But it isn't that easy!" she giggled. What the heck was she talking about? I almost yelled at her again, but quickly realized that it wouldn't get me anywhere. "What?" I squealed with my high voice. "Your womanizer days are over, Tim. You belong to me now," she said. "What the fuck did you do?" I howled. "You'll see..." she chuckled when she opened the lid of the cot. I gasped when she pulled the sheet back. I was only a shadow of my former self! All muscles were gone! My strenuously built-up biceps was now a scrawny, little arm. No more than 4 inches in diameter! My sixpack was gone, too! Now I had a small waist flaring out into a big ass! And I had small tits! At least an A-Cup! When I saw my crotch I cried out loud. My proud, 8 inch dick was gone! Now I had a tiny, little stub down there! Not even 1 inch long, and severely circumcised! The shaft was completely gone! And it sparkled in light pink, as if it was painted with glossy lipstick! The scrotum matched the size of my penis. It was a tiny, shriveled patch of skin with two barely noticeable bulges colored deep red. Once again I cried out loud. She didn't castrate me, did she? Then I realized that I didn't have hair down there any more. I was as bald as a boy before puberty, and that I had a tattoo. The words “Love Machine :-)” arched over my tiny dick. It was written in distinctively female handwriting. The letters were outlined with dark blue and filled with garish pink. The smiley had a blue border and yellow inside. A total eye-catcher! Too gaudy to miss! "What the fuck did you do to me, you stupid bitch?" I screamed with my ridiculously high voice. "Calm down, Timmy!" she said sharply while I yanked at the straps again. "No! Enough is enough! This is ridiculous! Look at me! I have 'tits'!" I shouted at her. "Very well. I'll be back later, when you're in a better mood," she said. Then she turned off the light and left. I heard the key turn in the lock. That wasn't necessary, because I couldn't even leave the bed, but obviously she wanted to play it safe. Several times I fought with my bonds, but it was futile. The straps were very effective. About two hours later she returned. "Feeling better now?" she asked. I tried to stay calm. No need to upset her again. For now I was totally at her mercy. "Yes. Now, please let me go!" I begged. "Well, if you promise to be good, I'll release you. Can you do that?" she asked, talking to me like I was a little boy. Her condescending tone infuriated me, but I forced myself to stay calm. First, I had to get out of the damn restraints. I'd take it from there. What did this bitch think who she was? "Yes, yes, of course! I promise!" I said eagerly. Then she unlocked the top and lowered the bars at the side. After that she finally released the straps. "What did you do to me, you bitch?" I screamed once I was free. Then she suddenly and unexpectedly slapped my face. I wasn't prepared for that and cried out in pain. What the hell? She couldn't treat me like that! "What did you say? Did you call me a bitch?" she screamed very upset. Crap! I had to be careful until I had my strength back! "I'm sorry, Carina. I didn't mean it," I said as calmly as possible. "Apology accepted. But next time I won't be so forgiving, understood?" she replied to my relief. She waited patiently while I untangled myself from the straps. "Be careful when you get up. You were asleep almost three months!" she warned when I swung my legs out of the bed. Three months? What the fuck? What the hell was going on? When I got up, my vision blurred and I briefly saw stars, but I didn't drop back onto the bed. "What... what did you do to me?" I asked terrified. "We'll talk about that later. First, get dressed! Then meet me in the living room. By the way, I strongly suggest that you wear at least pull- ons!" she giggled before she left. Pull-ons, seriously? What the fuck? That bitch was dangerous! I had to get rid of her fast! But I had to dress first. On the opposite wall were three wardrobes, each one with a full-length mirror on the door. When I got a glimpse of myself, I swallowed hard. My body was completely feminine! Only my face had slight male traces. I had small A-cup tits! With proper exercises I could get rid of them, but what the fuck did she do to my dick and my balls? I cautiously touched it with my slender hand and shuddered. It felt like being struck by lightning, because it was so sensitive, but it didn't get hard. It was so strange! I was horny like hell, but I couldn't get a boner, no matter how hard I tried! It was utterly frustrating! Then I noticed something else: the color didn't rub off! Neither from my dick nor from my sack! It was tattooed! Shit! Not good, but also not a disaster. Tattoos could be removed. It would cost me some money and would be embarrassing, but better than this! Anyway, I was getting ahead of myself. I had to get rid of Carina first. I groaned when I opened the first wardrobe. Pink dresses all over the place! It was full of pink dresses with a short skirt and frilly tops. I'd never, ever wear that! In the second one I found what I was searching for: blue jeans and some reasonably decent t-shirts. To my dismay only pink, frilly underwear, but that didn't really matter. Nobody could see the satin socks or the panties with the jeans. Out of curiosity I opened the third wardrobe. Much to my surprise the shelves were filled with adult diapers, plastic pants and Attends pull-ons! What the hell? I closed it instantly, threw a jeans, a white t-shirt and some underwear onto the bed and got dressed. Much to my surprise the panties fit like a glove! They nestled snugly to my big, round ass, as did the jeans, which, on the second glance, was a woman's jeans! Well, that could be undone with lots of power training. Not good, but also not a disaster. Last I pulled the t-shirt over my head. It wasn't really a t-shirt, but a satin blouse with the buttons on the wrong side. I stuffed it into the jeans, but after taking a look into the mirror I instantly pulled it out again. That emphasized my female curves too much. I barely recognized myself. I much more looked like a butch than a man! Much to my dismay the little tits poked clearly visible dents into the blouse! Crap! Well, for now I couldn't do anything about it. With a loud sigh I turned away from the mirror and went into the living room. Chapter 3: The Explanation "There you are, Timmy! You look nice!" she cheered. Damn! I was painfully aware of that, but I didn't want to look nice! Not like a woman! I was a man, for god's sake! It took all my strength not to scream at her. "Did you take my advice and wear a pull-on?" she asked. "Of course not! Why should I?" I said naturally. "You'll see. Sit down, sweetie!" she replied pointing at the armchair and the head of the coffee table. "How do you feel?" she asked next. "What the fuck did you do to me?" I yelled, but instead of answering my question, she handed me a glass of water. "Drink, Timmy! You must be very thirsty!" she said. Indeed I was. And hungry, too. I took the glass and emptied it at once. She grinned mischievously when I gulped it down. "Oh my, darling, you are thirsty!" she said like talking to a little child. She waited until I put the glass onto the table. "Now, what did I do? Actually, it's quite simple: I made sure that you stay faithful to me. You'll never get laid again with that teeny, weeny dick of yours!" she giggled. That much was clear. "What the fuck did you do?" I howled. "A dear friend of mine removed your corpus cavernosum. That's the shaft in layman's terms. I didn't even have to talk her into it. She agreed at once!" she explained much to my horror. "That... that... you can't..." I stammered totally horrified. "Oh yes, I can. She removed the shaft and all muscles to get hard. Then she attached the head to your crotch," she went on. This couldn't be real! It had to be a very, very bad dream! I gasped. "But... but..." I screamed. "She also removed your prostate, by the way. But don't worry about your precious balls. They're still there, just not visible any more. She implanted them into your groin," she explained. I sighed instantly. That was a major relief! So I still was a man! "Don't start celebrating just yet! Your balls are pretty much useless. There's a reason that they are outside the body. The little swimmers don't like heat. They die when it's too hot. So you're pretty much impotent," she went on. Shit! This couldn't be real! I couldn't help myself and started to cry. She couldn't do this to me! "Don't cry, Timmy! It's not that bad: You can't accidentally knock up anyone any more. That is, if you find a girl who wants to be fucked by such a little dick!" she laughed. Unbelievable! She virtually castrated me without taking my balls! But that barely mattered, because with my little dick I'd never, ever get laid again! "That... that... No!" I screeched with my high voice. "Oh yes, Timmy, it's true, but that's not all: Since your balls still produce testosterone, you'll keep your sexual desire, but you have no way to get relief. Without a prostate and a shaft it's pretty ""much impossible to cum," she said much to my horror. That didn't cross my mind yet, but she was right! Without a prostate and a shaft ejaculation was pretty much impossible, but the hormones would keep me horny! Pretty soon I'd be horny like hell without any way of relief! "No! You can't do this to me!" I howled desperately. "Yes, Timmy. I can and I did. Have some more water," she said refilling my glass. I couldn't feel even a single muscle twitch! I could feel my body pumping blood into my crotch and the useless head swelling a little, but that was about it! And her touching my tiny dick, of course. Instead of getting a raging boner, my nipples got hard! I was incredibly horny, but nothing happened down there! It was utterly frustrating! I was still thirsty. I took it and gulped it down. When I put it onto the table, she filled it again. I drank again. Then she bent over and rubbed my crotch. That should have gotten me hard instantly, but nothing happened! I didn't feel anything, no muscle twitching, nothing! My body pumped blood down there and my tiny prick swelled a little, but that was it! "See? I don't feel anything, do you?" she giggled. "No, but I'm so horny! I want to cum!" I sobbed, but then she removed her hand. I was still thirsty and took another sip from the glass. "That's impossible, Timmy. You can't cum any more. Get used to it!" she replied. This had to be a very bad dream! I couldn't live like this. I had to cum! I desperately rubbed my dick, but nothing happened! "No!" I howled. "Yes, Timmy. Try as hard as you want, but you'll never, ever cum again. Think positive, sweetie! I did you a favor! Now you don't have to go on the hunt any more. You know that you'll never get laid any more. Not with that useless, little dick! But just for the sake of argument, assuming that you somehow manage to hook up with a girl: What do you think she'd say when she sees your tattoos?" she giggled. Shit! I already forgot the hideous tattoos! I'd be laughing stock once I removed my pants! And even if I somehow managed to keep it hidden, I couldn't penetrate anyone with that tiny stump! I gasped and took another sip from the glass. "You... you can't do this to me!" I screamed with my ridiculously high voice. "But I did! And again, just for the sake of argument: what do you think would happen when she sees your cute, little tits?" she replied. That thought hadn't crossed my mind yet, because I was too worried about my dick, but that was a problem, too! I could hide them under a wide t- shirt, yes, but once I undressed they were clearly visible! And since I was quite scrawny now, there was no way to mistake them for man tits. My body looked distinctively female now. Once I was naked I had a lot of explaining to do! "What... how... are they natural?" I asked after taking another sip from the glass. "Yes, Timmy. Completely natural. While you were asleep I treated you with a hormone mix comprising female hormones and testosterone blockers," she explained. That was a relief. So I could get rid of them without surgery! It wouldn't be easy, but proper exercise should do it. She seemed to know what I was thinking. "Don't think that you can get rid of them with training, darling. It's not that easy!" she giggled. "Why not?" I wailed. "Have you ever seen a naked, female body builders? They have breasts, too!" she replied. Yes, I had. Some time ago I stumbled over a site on the internet. That wasn't my thing, but I was curious. Thinking about it all of them had tits! "Then I'll get a breast reduction! Remove them surgically!" I returned instantly. "You could do that, but I'll never allow it!" she said. "I don't need your permission! I'm not gonna ask in the first place, you stupid bitch!" I screamed. Then she slapped my face again. She was so fast that I couldn't dodge the blow. She took me completely by surprise! Normally I wasn't a wimp, but it hurt so much that I started to cry like a little girl. The urge was so overwhelming that I couldn't control it! Who the hell did this stupid bitch think she was? She couldn't treat me like that! Time to return the favor. I despised violence towards women, but this was an exception. Enough was enough! I raised my hand to hit her, but she was expecting that. She grabbed my wrist with one hand, pushed my arm down and hit me again with the other hand. "How dare you! If you ever try that again, I'm gonna punish you, got it!" she yelled very upset. What the fuck was going on? Normally she was no match for me! How did she defend herself so easily? I didn't just look like a girl, I also was as weak as one! Craptastic! I felt so helpless that I almost started to cry again. "What did you do? I'm weak!" I howled with tears in my eyes. "You muscle mass broke down while you were asleep. That's natural when you don't use them. But I have to admit that I helped it along a little," she grinned. "What do you mean?" I asked scared. "I gave you a shot that more or less prevents muscle growth. Once in the system, the body effectively stops building new muscle tissue. It's very nasty stuff, a chance find of doping research, actually. It does the exact opposite of what it's supposed to do. Instead of building up muscle mass it prevents it. Hard to come by, but fortunately I have a friend who knows someone who knows someone. You get the picture," she explained. Now I was really terrified. That bitch was insane! "What... what does that mean?" I sobbed. "Simply put: You'll always be as weak as now. You cannot get your muscles back, no matter how hard you work out," she replied. "But... but there has to be an antidote!" I howled. "No, sweetie. Once the scientists realized what it did, they abandoned the research," she answered. I couldn't believe it! "No! You can't do that! Undo it now!" I screamed. "That is impossible, darling. But even if I could, I wouldn't! I don't want you to ruin your pretty body with nasty, bulky muscles!" she laughed. I started to cry uncontrollably. I didn't want to be weak! "What the fuck did you do to my voice?" I asked when I calmed down. "We cut your vocal chords to make you sound like a girl. That's permanent, too," she explained. "But... but... No! This is ridiculous! I don't want to sound like this!" I howled. "Get used to it, sweetie. It's simple physics: Making something shorter is easy, but extending isn't," she giggled. Shit! Her logic was irrefutable, but I couldn't accept that. "I'll find a way, you stupid cunt!" I yelled. After that she slapped my face so hard that I started to cry instantly. "I don't want to hear such dirty words out of your mouth ever again, understood?" she snapped. "Fuck you, bitch!" I shot back. She hit me again. "You don't get it, do you? I am in charge now! Maybe it's time for a demonstration. Get up!" she ordered. I rose hesitantly. What now? "Hit me as hard as you can! Right into my stomach! Do it!" she said much to my surprise. Well, since she asked nicely, I'd do her the favor, even though I hated violence against helpless women. I clenched my fist and hit her in the stomach as hard as I could. She didn't even try to dodge the blow, but she didn't have to. I was so weak that she barely noticed it! "That's all you got? Ridiculous! Try harder!" she teased me. This was so unreal! How could she beg me to hit her? More to the point: Why wasn't she on the floor begging me to stop? When I tried again, she fought back. She grabbed my wrist and bent my arm up my back. I struggled, but she easily overpowered me. When I fought her, suddenly some pee shot into my jeans. Shit! I just wet myself! To make things worse, I also farted! What the hell was happening? Then I realized that I didn't just fart! I also messed myself! Totally horrified I stopped fighting her. When my resistance faded, she released my wrist. "What the fuck?" I howled totally embarrassed. I blushed instantly when I stared at the growing dark spot in my groin. I started to cry uncontrollably when I smelled the stench from the poop. This couldn't be happening! "I told you to wear pull-ons!" she laughed when she looked at the dark stain in my crotch. "What the hell just happened?" I cried totally desperate. "You wet and messed yourself, sweetie!" she laughed. "But... but why? How?" I howled. "Because you're pretty much incontinent now," she replied. "What? Seriously?" I shrieked. "Yes, Timmy. We inserted a balloon through a catheter into your bladder. Then we filled it with a liquid that hardens after about half an hour. It's as hard as steel by now, so it can only be removed by major surgery. That reduced the holding capacity by three quarts. Then we worked on your bladder muscle. We stretched it as much as possible, but we didn't destroy it completely," she explained. "What... what does that mean?" I sobbed. "It means that you have the bladder control of a two year old girl!" she giggled. Crap, crap, crap! She couldn't do this! "But... but... why?" I sobbed. "To make sure that you stay faithful! Imagine you actually get in bed with another woman. What do you think she'd do when she sees your wet and messy diaper?" Carina giggled. "Messy?" I howled. "Yes, sweetie. Don't deny it: You just filled your panties, didn't you? I can smell it!" she laughed. Unfortunately that was true! I had some shit in my panties! "Yes!" I cried totally embarrassed. The smell was obvious. "Well, that's because we worked on your butt too. My friend injected it with botox. We didn't destroy it completely, just enough ""to prevent you from controlling it deliberately," she explained. "What... what does that mean?" I asked in horror. "I think you already know. When your rectum is full, the poop will ooze out, no matter how hard you try to hold it back. It'll just happen," she went on. I couldn't deny it. The odor was obvious, and I could feel the mess in my panties. This couldn't be real! Once again I started to cry uncontrollably. "By the way: I strongly suggest that you wear diapers from now on!" she said. "No! Never!" I gasped totally horrified. "As you wish. I don't mind changing wet and messy diapers, but if you insist on using your panties, you'll have to clean yourself up!" she said coldly. Right on cue I farted and wet myself again. "This.. this is..." I screamed, but she cut me short. "Make up your mind! What will it be: Diaper or panties?" she asked. "Diaper, please!" I howled defeated. Anything was better than shitting my panties! Chapter 4: The First Diaper "Very well. Just to make sure that we're on the same page: When I do this, I don't want to hear any complaints, never, ever, understood?" she said strictly. "Yes, Carina!" I whined. I had no choice! For now I was incontinent, but I'd find a way to undo it. She'd see! "Very well, then come!" she said and went upstairs. She opened the door opposite to our bedroom. I remembered it as a guest room, but she redecorated. It looked like the room I woke up in. To the left were three wardrobes with mirrors, covering the whole wall. On the right stood a big, pink bed with a steel frame and pink sheets. The wallpapers and the ceiling were pink, too. Hell, even the tiles were pink! I hated it instantly. Then I saw the big, pink changing table across the room. Beside it three shelves with adult diapers, pull-ons and plastic pants! On the table was a thick, pink plastic pad, some ointment and creams, and of course a big bottle with baby powder. Under it a big diaper pail and a hamper. Shit! This was for real! I was going to be diapered! She turned me into a sissy diaper boy! "Why... Why did you do this to me?" I sobbed, but she ignored me. "Undress!" she ordered. I didn't hesitate for a second. I tore the blouse off and removed the wet and messy jeans. When she saw me half naked with just panties and socks, she grinned broadly. "What now?" I snapped. "I'm so proud of you. I really like what you've become! No trace of that disgusting, obnoxious macho!" she grinned. Then she grabbed my shoulders and turned me to the mirrors. It was so unreal! Everything about her was so female! Everything but the face and the little bulge in the panties. Her tiny arms were ridiculous, as well as the small waist and the wide ass. And then there was the dark, wet spot in her panties. Most embarrassing! That couldn't be me! "Why... why... why did you do this to me?" I howled. "You have to ask? Get onto the changing table, Timmy!" she said as if it was obvious. Anyway, her tone said no buts, and I really wanted to get rid of the dirty panties. So I laid down and spread my legs. "Very good, Timmy. You're learning fast! Now, lift your butt!" she ordered next. I put my feet onto the table and rose my big ass. She removed the dirty panties and dropped them into the diaper pail. I was so happy that I sighed with relief. Of course she heard it and giggled excitedly. That didn't augur well. "That's just the beginning, Timmy!" she laughed. "What do you mean?" I asked scared. "You haven't had solid food for quite some time. It'll be much worse once you eat regularly again!" she chuckled while dropping the brown wet wipes into the pail. Yes, of course. As she said, I hadn't eaten solid food for months. So this was just a little taste of things to come! I sobbed a little, but she didn't care. She creamed up my butt and powdered it. When she touched my tiny dick, I got turned on instantly. My brain told my penis to get hard, and it tried. My body pumped blood into my crotch, but nothing happened! The ridiculous little head swelled and became more sensitive. Other than that, nothing! No boner, no nothing! Instead my nipples got hard! I didn't have time to think about it. She quickly put a thick diaper under my butt wrapped it around my crotch. Then she pulled thick, pink plastic pants over the package. "See, wasn't so bad, was it? Get dressed and join me in the living room. We have to talk some more!" she said before she left. It happened so fast that I couldn't react! When I sat up and felt the thick package between my legs I started to cry. This couldn't be real! How could I ever agree to this? I promised myself not to use them and to show that bitch that I could still control myself! But when I jumped from the table I wet and messed myself again! Shit! I couldn't be incontinent! With tears in my eyes I opened the wardrobe. I grabbed a pair of blue jeans, a white blouse and a pair of frilly, white socks. The jeans fit perfectly over my thickly diapered bottom. She really thought this through! Fortunately the blouse was long enough to cover it all. For now, I had to play her stupid game. But I'd teach that bitch a lesson once I got the upper hand! Then I went back into the living room. She was already waiting for me. "Sit down, Timmy!" she ordered when I entered. I dropped into the armchair. She looked right into my eyes and grinned broadly. I tried to withstand her glaze, but it didn't work. Seconds later I lowered my head. "What's up, Timmy? Now you can't even look me in the eyes any more? Perfect!" she giggled pleased. I forced myself to look up again. "Of course I can!" I almost yelled defiantly. "Very well. Let's talk business!" she announced. "And that would be?" I asked forcing myself to keep my head up. "The renovation and your operations cost a lot of money. I want to be reimbursed!" she told me straightforward. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. That was the tip of the iceberg! After destroying my body and my life she wanted the money back? Ridiculous! I couldn't help myself and guffawed. "Seriously? How do you think you are? Just four words: Never! Going! To! Happen!" I said very smugly. "Who I am? I'm most likely the only woman on this planet who'll even remotely consider getting in bed with you. I am the one and only who loves you. You'll never find another one! I'm your mistress!" she explained calmly. "Mistress? Seriously?" I laughed. "Dead serious. You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" she went on. "Figured what out?" I said slightly amused. If anything, I was her master! She needed my money, but I didn't need her! Actually, she was as useful as a hole in the head! "Let me guess: You believe that you have the upper hand here, because you have the money, right?" she asked coolly. "Exactly!" I replied smugly. "And that's where you're totally wrong. Without my permission you can't do anything!" she said triumphantly. "Don't be ridiculous! You're not getting anything from me. Not a dime, hell, not even a cent! By the way, did I tell you to fuck the hell off?" I screamed with my high voice. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Timmy! Be good, will you? I won't go anywhere anytime soon!" she smirked. That was too much! I stood up, grabbed her wrist and tried to drag her up, but I was too weak to even get her off the chair! Much to my embarrassment she started to laugh! "What's that supposed to mean, sweetie? You can't throw me out any more!" she giggled. I dragged her wrist desperately, but she didn't move an inch. How was this possible? She shouldn't be able to resist me at all! "Don't you get it? I want you gone!" I screamed with my ridiculous voice when I eventually gave up and released her wrist. "I understand very well, but I don't want to go. I love you! So, unless you carry me out, I'll stay!" she chuckled. Then she swiftly got up, grabbed my arm and pushed it up my back until I cried in pain. I tried to fight her, but that was completely pointless. She was much stronger than me now! I fought so hard that I wet myself again! It was so strange! The urge came so fast that I couldn't do anything! When I felt it, it was already too late. I was so surprised that I froze. Then I pushed my legs together and pressed my free hand into my crotch, but it didn't help at all! Seconds after I felt the urge, it was already too late and I wet myself helplessly! When I shrieked, she let go of my arm. When the pain slowly faded and I relaxed, I farted. Then I could feel some shit ooze out of my asshole! I couldn't help it. It happened so fast that I had no chance to hold it back. I tried to squeeze my hole shut, but it didn't work! I gasped. This couldn't be happening! Of course she heard the fart. "Oops!" she giggled when she smelled it. It was so embarrassing and humiliating that I started to cry uncontrollably. "You just messed your diaper, didn't you?" she asked with a huge grin on her face. "Yes! I couldn't help it! It just happened!" I sobbed desperately. "Perfect, just as it should be!" she cheered much to my horror. I looked at her in horror. She wasn't joking when she said that I was incontinent! She really meant it! "I... I... that.. You..." I stammered helplessly. "That's how it will be from now on, sweetie. You'll wet and mess your diaper, without any control. Get used to it!" she said. "But... but... NO!" I howled. "But, but... Yes, darling!" she mimicked me. "You're incontinent! You'll never use a toilet again, got it?" she laughed. I started to cry like a little girl. This couldn't be happening! "N... no, no!" I sobbed. "Y... yes, yes!" she mocked. "Now listen closely, Timmy: From now on you'll do exactly as I tell ""you, understood?" she said. "Never! Fuck off, bitch!" I screamed. Then she grabbed my arm and pushed it up my back again until I cried like a little girl. "Stop! You're hurting me!" I begged. "I'll stop when you say that you are going to obey, you little slut!" she hissed into my ear. Then she gave my arm another little push. Not enough to dislocate it, but enough to make me scream in pain. It hurt so much that I wet myself again. Seconds later I gave up. "Yes, yes! Everything! Just stop!" I howled, but she wasn't done, yet. "In a second. Just to make myself clear: Until now I was very considerate. But if you keep this attitude up, I'm going to get tough! If you don't behave from now on, I'll blow your cute tits up to a full C-cup, understood?" she hissed into my ear. "No! You... you can't do that!" I screamed desperately. "I'm dead serious, Timmy!" she replied and gave my arm another little push just to make her point. "Stop it! Let me go!" I whined. "Promise to be good!" she demanded. It hurt so much that I couldn't resist any more. "Yes, yes, I promise! I'll be good!" I cried. Then she finally released my arm and pushed me back into the armchair. When I dropped into the seat, the shit in my thick diaper spread into every crack. It was so disgusting that I yelped. "Sign this!" she ordered straight out and pushed two pieces of paper over. The first one was a security over 84.000$, the second a security over 250.000$, both for my bank. After I signed them, she gave me two banker's orders. One to a construction company, and another to one Doctor K. Walters. The former for remodeling the guest room and the basement, the latter for remodeling my body. Of course I signed them both. "Very good, Timmy!" she commended. "But you know that you'll never get my money, do you?" I mentioned. "Sure. Why do you think I'm going through all this hassle?" she replied when she put the papers into the red briefcase. "So, this is just an elaborate scam to fleece me? Should have thought so!" I said. "Well, I have to admit: I got used to your lifestyle, but that's not it. I love you, and want you to be faithful," she explained. "What?" I gasped. That bitch was insane! "I always suspected that you only liked me because of my body, my tits especially. So I prepared for the moment you decided to get rid of me. When you did, I went forward with my plan. It worked out very well, I think!" she said. "Yeah? What makes you think so? You'll be out of here in no time!" I screamed. "Really? How are you gonna do that?" she laughed. Honestly, I had no idea, but I couldn't tell her that. "You'll see..." I muttered. "The suspense is killing me, sweetie!" she laughed. She was mocking me again, and I had no idea how to get her out of the house! She waited a minute before she spoke again. "I'm waiting, Timmy! Throw me out!" she chuckled. I'd love nothing more than that, but I didn't know how! She was too strong. She could easily overpower me. "Nothing? I guess then I'll stay!" she giggled. Then she became serious. "It's like this, Timmy: You'll never, ever be with another woman. Guys with tiny dicks who wet and mess their diapers aren't in high demand. Especially when they have little tits or a girly voice," she explained. Craptastic! Of course she was right. Her plan worked perfectly! Even if, and that was a very big if, I somehow managed to pick up a girl, she'd laugh at once she saw my tiny, useless dick, let alone the tattoo! If I even got so far! Most likely she'd leave screaming seeing the diaper! In the very unlikely case I'd get around all that, there was no way to fuck her with my tiny, useless penis! Her pussy was the only one I'd see for the rest of my life! No way any other woman would even seriously consider getting laid by me! Not like this! "Got it? You'll never leave me now!" she said when I started to cry desperately. She waited patiently for me to calm down, but eventually she had enough. "Keep your act together, little sissy!" she snapped. Her sharp voice pulled me back to reality. I wiped the tears from my face and looked at her. "Are you done, sissy?" she asked. "Y... Yes!" I sobbed with quivering lips. "Good! Then let me explain the rules, Timmy: Actually, there's only one rule. From now on you'll do exactly what I say. Failure to comply has consequences, understood?" she announced. "What consequences?" I cried. "That depends. Maybe a tattoo, maybe bigger tits. I'll think of something. You see, it's in your best interest to be a good sissy from now on!" she explained. Shit! That didn't sound good. She was dead serious! "And don't even try to play the money card! Dr. Walters assured me that I have an unlimited credit line once she gets the first payment!" she went on waving the banker's order and the check I just signed. "But... but..." I whined. "No more buts, Timmy! You belong to me! I'm the one and only! Your world turns around me, got it? No more talking to other women! If you do, there will be consequences, understood?" she told me. Crap! This was insane! "Why... why are you doing this to me?" I cried. "Because I love you, Timmy! And to make sure that you stay faithful. This is for your own good!" she explained. This woman was dangerous! Why, why, why did I let her into my life? Because of her hot, big tits, of course! I should have listened to my brain instead of my dick! "Love? You call this love? Mutilating me like this is love? You're insane! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't leave you right here and now!" I shouted. "That's easy, darling: Because you can't! We belong together now! Besides, what would you do? Not even a cheap whore would have sex with you! She'd be gone once she sees the diaper!" she giggled. "That can be undone! Some doctor will find a way!" I cried. With tears in my eyes I ran out of the living room. I wet myself again, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of there. "Stop, Timmy!" she shouted after me, but I ignored her. I grabbed the key for the Porsche and drove off. Chapter 5: Carina all over again! For at least an hour I drove around aimlessly. I couldn't think straight. I had to get out of this mess, but how? First of all I had to get rid of this ridiculous tattoo! Then get rid of the diaper! No, diapers first! But what would a doc say seeing the tattoos? Whatever, it didn't matter! What did she say? That they put something into my bladder to reduce it's capacity? I had to get it out! No matter what she said, there had to be a way! And that they weakened the muscle? That wasn't a big problem. Pelvic floor exercises should help! While I thought about that I suddenly had to pee badly. I tried to hold it back. That worked for about ten seconds. Then the urge was so strong that I couldn't hold it any more and wet myself uncontrollably. It wasn't much, but nevertheless my bladder felt like it was bursting! Shit! Whatever she did, it was very effective! A three year old girl had better bladder control! Then, suddenly, something else came to mind. What if I had to shit? I didn't have to right now, but what after a real meal? I instantly lost my appetite even though I was very hungry. What did she say? Something about botox. Wasn't that this stuff women used to numb their facial muscles so their face wouldn't wrinkle? As far as I knew the effect faded over time. Yes, I saw it on science channel! It wasn't permanent, if administered properly. But what in case of an overdose? I had no idea if there was an antidote, but Mr. Google could certainly help with that. But even if I could get over the incontinence, I had absolutely no clue if the docs could fix my penis. I knew about penile reconstruction surgery. Some time ago I read about it on the internet, but the result looked horrible. The poor guy's dick couldn't get hard, and it was tiny. Nothing compared to the real thing! But even if, and that was a very big if, it was possible to reconstruct my dick properly, I'd still be missing a vital part: the prostate! I'd never heard of prostate transplants, and without it I'd never be able to jerk off! While all this flashed through my mind, I realized that I was speeding when I saw the patrol car in the corner of my eye. Shit! I hit the brakes, but it was already too late. In the rear mirror I saw the police coming out of it's hiding place and following me with flashing blue light, closing up fast. When it was right behind me, I was ordered to pull over. I was pretty sure that I could outrun the patrol car with my Porsche, but that would only make it worse, so I pulled over and waited for the officer. When he knocked at the window, I lowered it. "License and registration, please!" he said. I tried to talk as little as possible, not because I was afraid to incriminate myself, but because I didn't want the officer to hear my voice. Without a word I opened the glove box searching for the papers, but they weren't in there! Craptastic! Now I had to say something after all! "I'm sorry, officer, but I forgot them. They're still at home. I was in a hurry," I explained myself. "Obviously. You were going almost 80 mp/h!" he said sternly. "I'm very sorry, officer! It won't happen again. Can I go now?" I replied. "Please step out of the car!" he said much to my horror. When I got out of the low driver seat, I inadvertently wet myself, and, to make things worse, some shit oozed out of my useless hole! I fervently hoped that he didn't notice it. It was so embarrassing and humiliating that I almost started to cry. When I stood in front of the officer, he scrutinized me from head to toe. "Name?" he asked eventually. "Tim Schneider!" I replied. Now his facial expression changed from very serious to annoyed. Shit! He didn't believe that I was a man! No surprise! Everything but my face was completely female. To make things worse, his partner approached with a hand on his gun. Craptastic! I was totally fucked! "Put your hands on the car, please," the first one ordered. I was so scared that I wet myself again. I slowly turned around and put my hands on the roofs while the officer put on a pair of leather gloves. This couldn't be happening! "I'm gonna search you now, Sir. Do you have dangerous articles in your pockets? Knifes, syringes?" he asked. "No, Sir," I answered truthfully. "Now stay still!" he ordered. First he frisked my arms and my back. Then my upper body. When he felt my little tits, he hesitated slightly. Now he was even less convinced that I was a man. But it got worse when he reached my crotch. He stopped instantly. "What is that, Sir?" he asked when he felt my very wet diaper. It was so embarrassing that I almost started to cry. "If you must know: It's an adult diaper!" I explained with tears in my eyes. He didn't expect that. He briefly frisked my legs before talking to his colleague. After a short discussion he returned. "Well, Mr. Schneider. The Porsche is registered in your name, but without identification I can't let you go. Honestly, I don't believe that you are who you say you are. I'm taking you to the station," he explained. That was too much. I couldn't hold the tears back any more and started to cry. It couldn't get worse! "No, please don't! My girlfriend can confirm it! Just call her!" I sobbed like a little girl. "We'll work that out out at the station. Please get into the patrol car, Sir!" he ordered unfazed. I had no choice. At the police station they took my prints and checked them. Fortunately I wasn't in the system. Next, an officer took me into a small, white-tiled room. "Undress!" he barked. With tears in my eyes I removed the blouse. When he saw my tiny breasts, he gasped. "Stop, Madam! Let me get a female officer!" he said shocked. He couldn't make heads or tails of it. A female officer would make it only worse. I had to do something! "That's not necessary, officer!" I said quickly and dropped my pants. When he saw the thick diaper with the pink plastic pants, he gasped again. He had enough! "OK, OK! I've seen enough! Get dressed!" he told me before rushing out of the room. He didn't have to tell me twice! After putting my clothes back on, I waited and waited and waited. What the hell was taking so long? I gave them Carina's number! They just had to fucking call her! It felt like hours until the door opened again. A female officer brought me back into the front hall, where Carina was waiting for me. "Well, Mr. Schneider, your girlfriend confirmed your identity, so grand theft auto is off the table. But you'll still get a speeding ticket!" she said. "Yes! Just send it to my home address!" I replied in a hurry. I just wanted to get out of there! I literally ran out of the door, but then I had to wait for Carina. She was grinning broadly when she looked down at me from the top of the stairs. "Come on! Let's go home!" I begged her, but that didn't make her go faster. She slowly walked down the stairs, took my hand and ambled towards the parking lot. Chapter 6: The Explanation, Part II "What were you thinking, Timmy?" she asked reproachfully when we were finally on the road. "I... I don't know! I just had to get away from you!" I sobbed. "Obviously! I hope you learned your lesson!" she replied. Yes, definitely! Never leave the house without ID, but I doubted that she meant that. "Sure!" I cried. "Very well. How did it feel to undress in front of a complete stranger?" she asked. "Totally embarrassing and humiliating!" I sobbed. "Perfect! So you won't do it again?" she grunted. "No, definitely not!" I said while she turned into the parking lot of a Burger King. "Are you hungry, Timmy?" she asked. "Yes, I'm starving!" I replied suddenly realizing how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten for god knows how long! But my appetite faded quickly when I felt the shit in my diaper. "But I don't want to eat here! Can we please go home?" I begged her. "No, darling! Get out!" she ordered. She let me no choice. Reluctantly I followed her into the restaurant. It felt like everybody was staring at me. "Sit down!" she said. Then she went to the counter. I felt really uncomfortable. I could feel the stealthy looks from the other customers. I was so nervous that I wet myself several times until Carina returned with a Double Whopper, two Chili Cheese Burgers and two king sized french fries. "Eat!" she ordered. I grabbed the Double Whopper and took a big bite. It was delicious after such a long time without solid food. I had no idea that junk food could taste so good! I wolfed it down like there was no tomorrow. But after eating the burger and half a portion of fries I had enough. I was completely full! So full that I almost puked! Very strange. "I'm done!" I groaned after emptying my Coke. "Very well, then let's go home!" she cheered. Finally! Back at home I followed her into the kitchen. "Sit down, Timmy! Do you want a coffee, too?" she asked while preparing the coffee machine. "Yes, please!" I answered. A cup of coffee should help to get my digestion going. I still felt bad from the junk food. After a while she put a cup of steaming, hot coffee in front of me and sat down on the other side of the table. Then she looked into my eyes. "If you ever do that again, there will be consequences, understood?" she said calmly, but very determined. I tried to resist her glance, but I couldn't. She was so intimidating that I wet myself again! "Yes!" I muttered meekly. "Good! Now, you have to understand that you'll never get your old body back," she said. "No! Never going to happen! There has to be a way to undo all this!" I screamed defiantly. "And that's where you're wrong, Timmy! I explicitly instructed Dr. Walters to make that impossible or at least as difficult as possible," she explained, but I didn't believe her. "You're just trying to scare me. I'll find a way!" I replied and took a swig of coffee. It was delicious! My taste buds were on overdrive. "No, sweetie. Let's take your bladder, for example. The balloon should be rock hard by now, so you need major surgery to get it out. But that's not all. Dr. Walters attached it to the bladder itself with big, flat rivets to prevent it from blocking the urethra. Easily done, but almost almost impossible to undo," she explained. "Almost means that it can be undone!" I said triumphantly. "Of course, but every doctor will advise against it," she said. "Why?" I wanted to know. "Because they have to cut into the bladder itself to get the balloon out. That could lead to serious complications if not done properly. And they'd have to take a lot of tissue. So most likely it won't be much bigger than now, so why take the risk?" she went on. While listening I suddenly felt the urge to pee. It started innocently enough with a slight urge. But only seconds later I involuntarily pushed my legs together. Five more seconds later I pushed one hand into my crotch, then both, until I couldn't hold it any more. I groaned quietly when I wet myself. "But the balloon isn't the only reason you just peed into the diaper. You did, didn't you?" she chuckled. "Yes!" I sobbed. It was so embarrassing that I couldn't hold the tears back. "You see, your bladder muscle is pretty much useless," she said. "What... What did you do?" I sobbed. "Dr. Walters dilated it with a special catheter. She lodged it into the bladder muscle and stretched it little by little. Then she injected it with botox. Just enough to leave you with some control, but not enough to make it to the toilet. It wasn't easy to figure out the dosage, but she got it right, as it seems," she grinned. Crap! That ruled out pelvic floor exercises! "But as far as I know the effect fades over time!" I said not very convinced. "Ordinary botox, yes, but Dr. Walters used a derivative that doesn't fade," she explained. Shit! It seemed she thought of everything! "But... but why the balloon, then?" I asked. "That was her ingenious idea. To make sure that you have to pee early and often. You'll never make it to the bathroom, even if you try!" she giggled. Unfortunately she was right! No way I'd make it in time, no matter how hard I tried! Once I felt the urge, it was already too late. Then I had only seconds until I wet myself, no matter how hard I tried not to pee! While that was sinking in, my stomach started to rumble. "And... and what if... What if I have to shit?" I asked next. "Pretty much the same, sweetie. Dr. Walters dilated your sphincter before giving it the botox treatment. So you're pretty much incontinent there, too," she explained much to my horror. "No!" I howled desperately. "Oh yes, Timmy! Get used to the diaper! You're gonna wear it 24/7!" she laughed. "There has to be a way to reverse that!" I howled. "Well, that would be an artificial anus. Do you know what that means?" she asked. "What?" I sobbed. "It's nasty. They remove the rectum and make a new exit at the hip. There you attach a bag for the shit and the gas. It doesn't look nice, and I guess it's pretty uncomfortable," she replied. Crap! That sounded even worse than a diaper! "I don't want that..." I sobbed. "Thought so. So, get used to diapers!" she laughed. I was devastated and started to cry again. That couldn't be real! But there was one more thing bugging me. "What... what did you do to my voice?" I wanted to know. "The doctor cut your vocal chords. That can't be undone, either. There's no way to extend them again," she explained. Fuck! That was convincing. For once, I had no reason to doubt her. I tried not to cry, but I utterly failed and wept uncontrollably with my little girl's voice. "And what about my... my dick?" I howled. "Totally useless! To be honest, I wanted to remove it completely. The whole package. Your dick and your balls, but the good doctor convinced me otherwise!" she cheered. "Why?" I wanted to know. "So you never forget that you are actually a man. And to make it harder to get laid. With that little penis you'll never be unfaithful again," she explained. "How can you be so sure?" I asked without thinking, but regretted it instantly. "How could you possibly penetrate a pussy with your tiny dick? Even if you somehow manage to bring a girl home, you can't fuck her. You should know by now that you don't get hard any more. That must be very frustrating!" she laughed. "Yes!" cried. "See? The only way to get laid is being fucked in the ass by another man, and I seriously doubt that to happen. No man with a little self respect will fuck a diapered sissy!" she chuckled. Yes, that would never going to happen. I'd never, ever let another man fuck me in the ass. Without a prostate it was pointless, anyway. "But... but I... I have to cum! Release the pressure!" I cried. "Find another way. An orgasm is mostly a head thing. Be creative!" she suggested while my stomach rumbled angrily again. "How?" I asked desperately. "Maybe licking my pussy gets you off. Who knows? Smells can trigger strong reactions," she suggested. "No way! I'll never lick your pussy!" I replied immediately. "Why not? You never tried it. It could be fun!" she asked. "That's disgusting!" I screamed horrified. "It can't be worse than sucking you off. Do you really believe that ""I liked giving head? Swallow your sperm? That's disgusting! Fortunately I never have to do it again. But I'd really appreciate it, if you returned the favor!" she said. To be honest, I never asked her if she liked sucking my dick, and I never cared. "Never going to happen!" I cried. "Why not?" she asked. What a ridiculous question! "Because that's for sissies! Pansies!" I shouted. Only a second later I realized that I was a sissy now! "Too bad you feel that way. Why should oral sex be for men only?" she asked disappointed. "Anyway, maybe you get off by playing with your nipples. They should be very sensitive by now!" she suggested next. "What?" I gasped. "Try it! It's fun! I sometimes get off like that!" she giggled. "No! I'm a man! I don't have tits!" I yelled. "Then what's that on your chest? That definitely looks like tits!" she giggled. "No! I don't have tits! I am a man!" I shouted defiantly. "Face it, Timmy: You aren't a man any more. You're a sissy!" she laughed. "No, no, no! I'm a man!" I howled. "Really? What would your friends say when they see you like this at the swimming pool or under the shower? I guess they'd love your tattoo!" she giggled. Fuck! The tattoo! I totally forgot that! It was even more embarrassing than my tiny dick! The days being a love machine were long gone! "I'll have it removed! Tattoos ain't forever any more!" I screamed. "Yours is, sweetie. We used special colors that can't be removed with laser therapy," she replied much to my horror. "No! You're lying, you fucking bitch!" I snapped. "Watch your tongue, Timmy! If I ever hear such nasty words again, you'll get another one, understood?" she said sharply. This was insane! She turned me into a sissy just to freeload! But she'd never get it all. Hell, even I didn't have full access. In case of my death the money would go to a charity or to my kids. My parents knew that I was a playboy and put it all into a foundation in my favor. "Why are you doing this? You know that you'll never get my money!" I sobbed. "Of course! That's not why I'm doing this. I love you and I want you to stay faithful, darling," she replied. "You call this love? You can't be serious!" I screamed. Chapter 7: Serious Carina "Yes, I love you, even if you can't see it. And now calm down, Timmy!" she said upset. "No! I've had enough! Pack your bags and get lost!" I shouted. "Careful, Timmy! You're making me angry!" she warned. "Yeah? I don't care! Now leave!" I screamed. "You still don't know who's the boss now, do you?" she said. Then she got up and walked around the table. When she stood beside me I knew that I had gone too far. I was so scared that I completely lost control. Much to my embarrassment I wet and messed myself. Then I started to cry like a little girl. "I... I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me!" I begged when she grabbed my wrist. I tried to get fight her, but I was too weak. "I said that there would be consequences!" she shouted angrily. Then she brought me into the basement. We entered a white tiled room with a gynecological chair in the center. She pushed me into it and strapped me down until I couldn't move an inch. "Let me show who's in charge now!" she said very upset. Then she dialed a number on her smartphone. "Yes, Birgit? It's Carina! Are you free right now?" she asked. "One hour? OK, I'll wait! See you soon!" she said next. Then she left the room. I wet myself several time while I was waiting. After what seemed to be an eternity the door opened again, and she entered with another woman. I was so scared that I messed myself. "Timmy, meet Birgit. She's responsible for your tattoos," she introduced me to her. Birgit was a very cute, young woman with big tits. She had long, red hair and wore an enticing, scant, red dress. She had several big tattoos on her arms and her neck and was so hot that I got horny instantly. I could feel my body pumping blood into my useless dick, but of course nothing happened. It didn't even jerk! It just swelled a little and became even more sensitive, but that was it! Really frustrating! "Hi Timmy! Nice to see you again! How are you? Do you like my Love Machine?" she cheered. So she was the one who defaced my groin. This was very bad! "Hello Birgit..." I said hesitantly. "Don't be shy, Timmy. She knows everything there is to know about you!" Carina said. "I'm so glad you like my work. I thought that it was quite extreme, ""but Carina convinced me that you really want it," she told me. I wasn't sure if she was joking, but I didn't dare to disagree, because Carina was already angry with me. No need to add fuel to the fire. "Yes, it's nice..." I muttered. "To be honest, I was quite surprised when Carina called and told me that you want more, but who am I to judge?" Birgit cheered. What the fuck? I never said anything like that, but once again I was too scared to say something. "Sure..." I said quietly. Birgit noticed that I was trembling all over. "What's up, Timmy? Are you scared?" she asked. "Yes!" I almost shrieked. "Don't be, sweetie. I promise to be gentle!" she giggled. Then she turned to Carina. "Can we put her under? That would make my job much easier!" she suggested. "Of course!" she agreed. Then she went to the cupboard at the right, filled a syringe and injected it into my arm. Ten seconds later I was fast asleep. I woke up again in my room. I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were strapped down. I had no idea how long I had slept. It surely felt like days! I felt so weak that I didn't even try go get free. When I moved my butt, I felt the shit squish shift in my diaper. It was brimful. Utterly disgusting, but there was nothing I could do. While I waited I wondered what she had done to me now. She gave me plenty of time, almost two hours. "Hello Timmy!" she cheered when she finally entered the room. I tried to stay calm. "Hi Carina. How long did I sleep?" I asked with my high voice. "Seven days, darling. The new tattoo should be healed by now," she explained when she opened the window. "What... what did you do?" I asked very scared. "Nothing serious, Timmy. Just some more ink. A big one, I have to admit, but nothing you can't handle!" she replied. When she pulled the sheet back she wrinkled her nose. "Phew, you stink!" she said much to my embarrassment. I could smell it, too. No surprise! My diaper was quite loaded. It was so humiliating that I started to cry. I'd never get used to that! "Get onto the changing table, will you?" she ordered after releasing me. She didn't have to say that twice. I swung my legs out of the bed to get up, but I immediately slumped back. I was so weak that I almost passed out. When I dropped back, a cloud of smelly air engulfed me, and the shit squeezed into every crack in my crotch. It was utterly disgusting! Next time I was more careful. Now I knew what to expect. Still very groggy I went to the changing table. She removed it without batting an eye! "Oh my, that's quite a mess you made!" she chuckled when she cleaned me up. "That just happened! I didn't even wake up!" I cried. "Perfect! As it should be. It's very embarrassing, isn't it?" she asked. "Yes, of course it is! How would you feel?" I howled. "Get used to it, Timmy. You'll never use a toilet again," she giggled. "But I don't want to wear diapers! It's so humiliating!" I cried. "Sh, Timmy! Remember what you promised?" she said a little annoyed. I shut up immediately. I didn't want to upset her more than necessary. "Yes!" I whimpered. "Good. Now get up! Let's have a look at your new tattoos!" she said pleased. She took my hand and brought me to the wardrobe. She opened the doors on both sides and turned me around so I could see my back. It was worse than I expected! My asshole was decorated with a big, deep red sparkling star with a dark blue rim. On my left buttock I had a big, red heart speared by Cupid's arrow. Above that in curved, definite female handwriting the words “In Love”, beneath that “Carina”. On the right one were the words “Property of Carina” in the same, female handwriting. Below that the transsexual sign: a circle with an arrow pointing up and and a cross pointing down left. Then, in smaller letters, her email address. "Do you like it?" she asked with a huge grin on her face. "You... You can't... Why did you do this to me?" I howled desperately. "Because you weren't good, sweetie. Now you know what's going to happen," she explained. "But... but..." I cried. "What's done is done, Timmy.