Even as he sat in the car in his diapers and his stupid pink shirt, crying, his wife ignoring his pl
Even as he sat in the car in his diapers and his stupid pink shirt, crying, his wife ignoring his pleas…he still didn’t think this was actually happening. Was it? Fifteen minutes earlier he’d been in heaven. Alone in his house, his wife off to work, sitting at his computer in his diaper and sissy shirt watching diaper porn. Slowly rubbing the outside of his Pampers, feeling his clitty stir. Reading stories about sissies who are humiliated in their diapers, turned into baby slaves, forcibly regressed, exposed, outed as diaper sluts. Good fantasies. He never wanted that in real life, obviously. He had a good life, worked from home, had a wife who made a ton of money as a lawyer, no worries. Just this side of him. His wife knew about his desires but had long ago told him she wasn’t interested. Then six months earlier she’d caught him in diapers looking at porn when he thought she was at his sister’s. She had warned him then, no more. No. More. “Tell me right now. If you want to wear diapers, you can. 24/7. Forever. Pissing and shitting in them. Never out of them. I’ll show you off to everyone in your life. We’ll first drive to your parents. Then to your boss. I’m sure they’ll like to know how their employee who wanted to work from home spends his time. Then to your favorite bar. We’ll tell everyone Billy is going bye-bye and is not going to be a big boy anymore. Then I’ll drive back home and hire the fattest, ugliest woman I can find to be your full-time babysitter. She might not even speak English, she’ll treat you like an animal almost. I can afford it, you fucking diaper freak. I’ll have nothing to do with you but she’ll make sure you become a permanent incontinent diaper-wearing dummy. She’ll let you squirt once a month, if I say it’s okay. I’ll fuck 10 guys a week to relax after tough days at work. Maybe I’ll snip your balls eventually, whore you out. So, do you want that? Huh?”No, he didn’t. This was fantasy stuff, he pleaded! Really! But he promised not to wear behind her back ever again. “Okay good. Because I’m giving you the chance right now to have your diapers anytime you want. But if you say no to this you better not ever let me catch you again or you will fucking regret it.”So for several months he held off. She was stern and got what she wanted but eventually he was like, no, she wouldn’t really do all that, right? No way. No fucking way. So he bought diapers again. Hid them. Would wear them during the day.And that’s what he was doing earlier today. Enjoying himself so much he didn’t even know how long she’d been behind him in the entryway watching him on his office chair when he heard, “You fucking pervert.” He spun around, his hand still on his diapered crotch, the diaper video still playing on his computer. “I wasn’t feeling too good so came home early. And THIS is what I see?”“Megan, please,” he started, figuring she’d yell at him again, cry, but then they’d go on with their lives. But that look in her eyes…that was new. In an instant she was on him, grabbing his hair and hoisting him out of his chair. She’d always been strong, able to handle him. She marched him in his diapers and shirt and nothing else out the door and into their driveway, right there in front of the whole neighborhood, at 10 in the morning. She threw him in the car and told him, “I fucking warned you what would happen.”He surely could have broken out but he was in shock. His body was shutting down, along with his mind. What was happening?She climbed in and started driving.“Okay, what did I tell you? First stop. Your parents. To show off the new you. To let them see their diaper faggot that they raised. Then to your work. Then to the bar. And I’ll make a stop at the country club too. Then we’ll go back home and I can find some bitch to take care of you and slap you around and change your shitty Pampers and I can finally maybe find a real man. Or you can leave of course. I’m sure your parents won’t take you in after they see you but maybe a shelter will. Your job will be gone. No divorce, I’m not giving you half my money. So you can stay in a nice big home living your fucking dreams, you diaper pansy.”Those were her last words the entire trip, till the end. She ignored his pleas, his tears. “Almost there, sweetie,” she finally said as she turned down his parents’ street. “Can’t wait to see your mom’s reaction to her little diapergirl. Welcome to your new life, baby.” -- source link