Sam's POV:
"Please" I beg, "Please let me out of here, I beg of you. You've had your fun. Now please let me go"
"Oh, you silly baby boy! You're not getting out of here" she said in a baby voice "Now can you say please for me again?" she was saying in a baby voice but I didn't miss the threat in her eyes
"Can you untie me, Miss Claire?" I said softly
"Oh, such good manners, of course, I will my baby," she said as she moved to untie me. The moment I was free again I tried to stand up and away from the table but the moment my feet hit the ground he was feeling dizzy. Ughhh what's happening to me? I didn't have the strength to even stand properly.
"Let me help you, my baby boy," she said
"Please" I whisper
"Such a good baby you are" The way she said it was weird. She helped me to a table but when I looked at it again it was a very large and sturdy-looking table with straps at all the corners, my eyes widened in shock as I realized it was a changing table.
"NO, NO, NO, NO" I kept saying as she dragged me to the table
But despite my protests, she strapped me to it.
"I will do anything to get out, anything please just leave me," I beg
"Anything you say?" she asked
"Yes" I reply
"Alright then, how about we play a game, you answer 4 of my questions correctly and I will free you, how does that sound?" she asked
"Sounds good, I will answer anything you ask," I say feeling desperate
"Okay then, where do you think we are?" she asks
"It looks like a giant kid's nursery" I answer
"Correct answer, where are you laying down?" she asks
"A Changing table I think" I answer
"Correct again, now What are you wearing instead of underwear?" she asks
"A Diaper," I said ashamed
"What was that? I didn't hear you correctly" she asks
"A wet diaper," I said a little louder
"Yes, that's right, now Last question if you're in a nursery, laying on the changing table with a wet diaper, what does that make you?" she asks again
"What- I-, NO I am not a baby," I say in a panic
"Ooh wrong answer, well I guess you're never leaving here again." She laughs
"Tell me what do you want? I am sure we can come to an agreement" I say trying to convince her
"You know what I want, what I want? I want to see you broken down from the arrogant jerk who thinks he can do whatever he wants. I want to see you brought low, so low you have to crawl around and beg your betters for help. And most of all, I want to see you learn to like it. I want to see everything you are wiped away as you are reduced from self-appointed master of the universe to a little boy doll and a pet to play with."
I gulped air trying to make sense of what she just said to me while she changed my diaper to a fresh one, this one had little paw prints on it.
"There. Doesn't that feel better?" she says
I shut my eyes, hoping to block out the sensation. I didn't want to lift my head and see the white which now surrounded my butt and penis. Only a few nights ago, I had sex with a beautiful woman. It was a one-night stand, but I thought back to that woman and wondered what she would do if she saw me like this.
She'd laugh. I already knew.
Claire didn't let me zone out into some memory or happy place.
No, she ran her hands from the top of my chest, down my stomach, then over my fresh diaper. She grabbed my penis through the diaper and squeezed. I hated myself for it, but my body responded and I started to grow hard. "Oh, what a happy boy. Maybe I'll find a use for that."
My blush intensified, reminding me of how powerless I had become. She pressed down on the diaper again, making it crinkle a little. I caught the fresh scent and heard the sound. I felt the weight and subtle pressure of the material between my legs.
My diaper crunched and crinkled with each buck and jitter. But Claire didn't seem to mind as she held up the digital camera. A red light came on as she pressed the button down and the little device let off a tiny beep. I barely heard it over the sound of my raging heart.
Claire lowered the camera and examined its tiny screen, "Oh, this is a good one." Then she made it worse by turning it around so I could see. The lines blurred a little, but my face was clear. The diaper was clear.
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Becoming A Sissy Baby
General FictionSam; a Rowdy, Misogynistic 25-year-old guy; goes to a party in hopes of getting laid. There he finds Claire. he throws his charms and tries to get her to sleep with him, smiling ear to ear when she agrees to his offer after much persuasion. Little d...
