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100 Bimbo rules.

Rule No 1: Your bimbo should always wear high heels.

Rule No 2: Make her go blonde.

Rule No 3: She needs to go big.

Rule No 4: Give your bimbos appropriate hobbies.

Rule No 5: Demand extra long finger nails.

Rule No 6: Enforce minimalist clothing.

Rule No 7: Demand free access all the time.

Rule No 8: Keep her hair shiny and long, wavy and voluminous.

Rule No 9: There is no too big, too fake, too plastic.

Rule No 10: Always let her go commando.

Rule No 11: Increase her self-worth constantly.

Rule No 12: Your bimbo loves to be in heat.

Rule No 13: Find bimbo friends for your bimbo.

Rule No 14: Never overstrain your bimbo's ability to comply.

Rule No 15: Give your bimbo a security blanket.

Rule No 16: Keep her lips filled all the time.

Rule No 17: Push your bimbo to the limit.

Rule No 18: Objectify your bimbo as often as possible.

Rule No 19: Dress her to impress.

Rule No 20: Train your bimbo's muscles before you let her go big.

Rule No 21: Bimbo lips are never too big.

Rule No 22: Give your bimbo a new name.

Rule No 23: Objectification is an art.

Rule No 24: Find ways to increase her self-worth.

Rule No 25: Showing cleavage is a must.

Rule No 26: Impracticality is important.

Rule No 27: Offer your bimbo consistency and stability.

Rule No 28: You know best.

Rule No 29: Be positive.

Rule No 30: Humiliate with style.

Rule No 31: Always keep your bimbo excited.

Rule No 32: Be condescending polite.

Rule No 32: Give the gifts which matter the most.

Rule No 33: Weaken your bimbo's impulse control.

Rule No 34: Big boobs will change her.

Rule No 35: Plastics is fantastic.

Rule No 36: Insist on ultra high heels.

Rule No 37: Rules matter.

Rule No 38: Read between the lines.

Rule No 39: Tiny useless purses.

Rule No 40: Spark her creativity.

Rule No 41: Take your bimbo's needs seriously.

Rule No 42: Simplify her life.

Rule No 43: Daily inspections.

Rule No 44: Choose appropriate attire.

Rule No 45: Give credit where credit is due.

Rule No 46: Don't plan ahead, enjoy the ride.

Rule No 47: Tell her, she is beautiful, no matter what.

Rule No 48: Create a safe word for mental shutdown.

Rule No 49: Underwear isn't an option.

Rule No 50: Learn basic bimbo speech.

Rule No 51: Judge by her smile not by her words.

Rule No 52: Stimulate her confusion.

Rule No 53: Help her to reinvent herself.

Rule No 54: Don't leave your bimbo unattended.

Rule No 55: Before breast enhancements keep your bimbo well-fed.

Rule No 56: Appropriate routes, when you take your bimbo for a walk.

Rule No 57: Accessibility trumps comfort.

Rule No 58: Set new standards.

Rule No 59: Free her from indecisiveness.

Rule No 60: Make her friends jealous.

Rule No 61: Allow for recovery time.

Rule No 62: Impose protocols.

Rule No 63: Encourage vanity.

Rule No 64: Always encourage girlishness.

Rule No 65: Don't interrupt the synchronization process.

Rule No 66: At least one photo a day.

Rule No 67: Pay attention to your bimbo.

Rule No 68: De-educate your bimbo.

Rule No 69: Create clear facts.

Rule No 70: Be her guiding light.

Rule No 71: Expose your bimbo.

Rule No 72: Plan periodically for pink weeks.

Rule No 73: Take photos of her without permission.

Rule No 74: A bimbo is an investment.

Rule No 75: Demand she maintains her composure all the time.

Rule No 76: Purify her femininity.

Rule No 77: Give her a hall pass.

Rule No 78: Force her to admit secret dreams.

Rule No 79: Rewire her desires.

Rule No 80: Tap her full potential.

Rule No 81: Give your bimbo a mantra.

Rule No 82: Give her life meaning.

Rule No 83: Listen to her needs, not her words.

Rule No 84: Allow for mental resting breaks.

Rule No 85: Feed her dissatisfaction.

Rule No 86: Save her from insignificance.

Rule No 87: Never forget, she is not your lover.

Rule No 88: Trust is good, control is better.

Rule No 89: Encourage open communication.

Rule No 90: Reveal her true being.

Rule No 91: Render her ID useless.

Rule No 92: Boobs make friends.

Rule No 93: Give her a sense of belonging.

Rule No 94: Support non-responsiveness.

Rule No 95: Release all of her impulses.

Rule No 96: Make her softer and daffier every day.

Rule No 97: Choice is an overwhelming concept.

Rule No 98: Take away her say.

Rule No 99: Feed her addiction.

Rule No 100: Bimbos are simply better!

Wait? It's meant to be able to get hard?

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How I make AI pics

Several people have asked me how I'm creating my sissy AI pics, either what tools or what prompts I'm giving the AI. I thought I'd lay out the process that works for me.

Tools

I'm using the Easy Diffusion distribution of Stable Diffusion. It's an AI image generator designed to run locally on a PC, rather than on a central cloud server. Because of this it gets around some of the limitations on the types of images you can create (NSFW and ABDL are particularly tricky). The downside of this is that you need a PC with a fairly meaty graphics card to run the software.

As well as the basic Stable Diffusion install, I've also downloaded several "models" which are sets of data that train SD to work with certain images. There are models for realistic-looking people, manga and so on. I've had a lot of success with the Deliberate, HardBlend and ABDL models available from civitai.com.

Process

Basically the process is a lot of trial and error. I usually start off with a prompt something like this:

Full body portrait photo of (((Justin Bieber))) wearing short frilly crop-top with big puff sleeves and panties. Glamourous pink makeup. Bonnet. Pigtails. Detailed and intricate. (((((Sad))))) unhappy (((((shy))))) (((embarrassed))) scared. Eyes closed. Long eyelashes. Mouth slightly open. Standing In a blue kitchen.

I let the system throw out some images and then refine the prompt. I often use names of famous people because the AI models have been trained on those faces - Justin Bieber seems to work well, although I have no particular like or dislike of Bieber! The final image doesn't always end up looking like that person.

Also important is the negative prompt, the things you DONT want to see in the final image. My negative prompt has built up in time to look like this:

Deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, extra limb, ugly, poorly drawn hands, missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body, ((((mutated hands and fingers)))), (((out of frame))) (((baby))) (((toddler))) (((child))) (((doll))) tattoo (((happy)))

After quite a bit of tinkering, I'll get four images something like this:

I'll then often take a pic that looks promising and then get the AI to generate four more using that picture as a basis:

This was using a model called cyberrealistic, which is good for some types of clothing and photo-realism, but not trained with diaper and ABDL pics. There are other models that are trained with ABDL pics but aren't very good at photo-realism or variations of clothing. The trick here I use is to redo a section using a different model, using "inpainting". First selecting the area to be in-painted...

Then choosing another diaper-trained model to in-paint the missing section, based on what was there already...

That gives a variety of different underwear options for the poor sissy.

It's looking good, but I want to sissify-up that top by about 50%. To do that I literally draw on top of the image with a finger-painting of what I want...

It doesn't matter that the painting looks really crude, the AI will just use this as the basis for the next set of inpainting, using a different model...

I have a soft spot for big puffy sleeves (and pink). :)

Finally, I choose the best picture and use the upscale tool to scale up the image to a higher resolution. This really helps sharpen the picture and improves the final quality. Et voila...

Hope that's useful for any other aspiring AI image makers?

Thoughts on faking bedwetting in your mid 20′s while still living with family to have an excuse to openly wear diapers at night? I thought it may be a better alternative than expressing a bizarre preference for wearing diapers instead of underwear. IF THIS POST GETS 10 REBLOGS I WILL FOLLOW THROUGH 

it's literally been months since it happened but i'm still thinking about when a girl was spitroasting me with my girlfriend and started getting close and asked my gf if she could cum inside me like i wasn't even there

Kat's Conditions

As she lay there doing her own homework for the first time in nearly two months. Kat found it difficult to concentrate. It wasn't that she found it particularly challenging or that she was out of practice. She just couldn't keep her mind from continually replaying how she had finally lost her little homework slave.

Practically from the first day of school, it was obvious how obsessed Billy was with her. And it didn't take long after that for him to reveal how scared he was of her, too. Kat knew it would be easy to get him wrapped around her little finger, but after having him carry her books and give her extra lunch money for a few weeks, she started to get curious about just how far she could take it.

In situations where it really mattered, Kat always did her homework. So after a weekend spent pawing through old records and making phone calls, she arrived at school on Monday knowing that she'd find Billy smiling sheepishly at her from his locker, and knowing also that she was going to wipe that smile right off his face.

Billy must have thought it was his lucky day when Kat strode right past everyone else to wish him good morning. She could practically see his heart beating out of his chest when she leaned against the locker beside his, slipped her book bag off her shoulder, and announced, "I've got a little surprise for you."

Kat bit her lip excitedly when she handed over the folder and watched all the color drain out of Billy's face upon his recognizing that it contained excerpts of his medical and disciplinary history.

"Wha... where did you get this?" Billy asked. The desperation in his voice was so satisfying that Kat began thinking she might need to skip first period to spend some quality time in the bathroom.

"I have my ways," she said with a wink. "Anyway, there's some really interesting stuff in there. I always wondered why I'd never seen you before. I figured maybe you transferred here, and maybe you had some problems at your old school. But I never would have guessed you'd gotten kicked out for spying on the girls' locker rooms."

While Billy gestured for her to keep her voice down, Kat shook her head and clacked her tongue disapprovingly. "Billy, that was a big risk for a pussy like you. Oh, and speaking of being a pussy..."

Kat lifted the folder back out of Billy's hands and leafed through it's contents before pointing to a medical chart. "It says here that you were a bedwetter until you were, what? Twelve years old? I guess they think it had something to do with anxiety? Hmm..."

She paused to look Billy up and down before continuing. "You still look pretty anxious. Does it still happen sometimes, Billy boy? I'll bet it does. And I'll bet it was never just while you were asleep. You must have been scared stiff when they caught you peeking at those girls. Did you piss your pants, then? Is that why they just kicked your ass out instead of having you arrested?"

"Please, you can't tell anybody," Billy softly pleaded.

"Why not? Don't you think the girls in this school deserve to know that they have a pervert in their midst? Maybe I should tell them that they need to be on guard against some pathetic freak trying to look or their skirts or whatever. Oh, and god forbid one of them actually takes pity on you enough to date you. If you wormed your way into someone's bed, don't they have a right to know that you might end up peeing in it?"

Kat closed the folder on Billy's records and shoved it back into her bag, then leaned closer to the boy who was now visibly trembling in front of her.

"What if it had been me?" she whispered with a tone of mock-flirtation that muddled the cruelty of her words. "Would you try to fuck me even if it meant you might wake up in a puddle next to me later on? Or would the thought be so scary to you that you'd end up wetting your pants before we even did anything?"

Kat leaned back slightly to absorb his wide-eyed expression, and continued: "Well, if you weren't that scared before, you would be after. Because let me tell you something: If you ever pissed on my mattress, not only would I make you buy me a new one..."

She leaned forward again, this time turning her head to whisper into his other ear: "I'd beat your ass so bad that you wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a week."

No sooner had she finished delivering that line than Kat heard a soft hissing noise. She and Billy looked down simultaneously to watch the dark, wet stain forming on the front of Billy's pants. This was the answer Kat had been waiting for to the question of how far she could take her manipulation of her pathetic hanger-on.

Billy quickly turned to his locker and buried his face inside it, in an effort to hide his accident from the other students who were still filing out of the hallways and into their first period classrooms. But even as he did so, he couldn't stop what he had started, and the spreading stain slowly became visible in the back, while a puddle began forming at his feet and sent rivulets of pee toward where people were walking in the center of the hall.

Kat and Billy could both hear some of them giggling and muttering in disbelief amongst themselves, and knowing that she was the cause of their amusement, Kat felt a different kind of wetness forming in her own crotch.

At that, she decided that she would definitely need to sequester herself in a restroom before first period started. But first, she would need to finish what she started. As the egress of students slowed to a trickle, Kat laid a hand on Billy's shoulder and physically turned him to face her again.

"Here's the deal, kid. I can't promise that word won't get around about this morning's little incident. But all this stuff about your checked past -- that can remain our secret, on a few conditions."

Kat went on to explain that from now on, Billy would still be doing whatever she asked him to, except it would no longer be about earning her attention or approval. Now it would be an act of self-preservation.

At the sound of the bell, the pair abruptly went their separate ways before all the conditions of Kat's secrecy had been laid out. They each spent first period hiding in a restroom, one in shame and the other in ecstasy. After that, Kat didn't know where Billy went. She assumed he'd found a way to sneak out of school altogether, though there was also the possibility that he presented himself at the nurse's office to call for his step-mother to bring him a change of pants.

Kat met up with Billy on another day, openly carrying the folder with his records in it, for dramatic effect. Along with it, she held the homework she had been assigned that day. Upon greeting Billy, she handed him latter, then tapped on the folder.

"You know," she said, "this file has at least one point in your favor. Even though it proves you're a pervert and a bedwetter, it’s also got your academic records and it shows you’re kind of a smart kid. Almost as smart as me. That's why I'm trusting you to do all my homework from now on. But you better do a good job, because I expect 'A's. Anything less and there might be a reason to give you that ass-beating after all."

Billy swallowed hard, making no effort to mask his fear, and Kat’s eyes were instinctively drawn to his crotch to see if maybe she’d already made him wet himself anymore. But he was dry then, and managed to stay that way for as long as he kept up his performance on Kat’s homework. But three weeks later, the first ‘B’ made its way back to her, and Kat instantly sprang into action.

“Hey!” she shouted from down the hall at the end of the day, drawing practically everyone’s attention to her, then causing them to follow her eye line to where Billy stood before his locker. Upon seeing her walking angrily toward him, waving the B-grade assignment over her head, Billy began frantically tossing items into his backpack, then shut the locker and began speed-walking in the opposite direction.

He stumbled and struggled to navigate through the crowd of students, and Kat had no trouble catching up to him. Her hand found its way under his arm and forced him to turn halfway back in his direction as he struggled to escape. Thus off-balance, Billy was hopeless to regain his footing when Kat lunged forward and shoved him, while she shouted, “What the fuck did I tell you, huh?”

Billy fell on his ass, his arms akimbo, barely preventing him from sprawling out on his back. The crowd of students parted behind him, and a gaggle of curious girls encircled him to watch how he responded to Kat’s assault. They all fell into rapturous fits of giggling upon noticing the puddle that was forming on the linoleum between his upraised knees. His legs were spread wide enough to put his crotch on full display, bearing a perfect circle of wetness which glistened from the ongoing stream of urine.

Kat towered over Billy, straddling his feet and waving her homework at him. “I’m an ‘A’ student, bitch boy! ‘B’s are not acceptable.” She then crouched down closer to his level and placed a hand on his knee to steady herself before adding much more candidly, “As far as anyone here is concerned, we can pretend this was a one-time thing. So you better get your performance back up, because I can still tell people that you piss your pants all the time, like when you get caught spying on girls.”

Billy silently nodded and released a quavering sigh while his bladder finished emptying into his pants. As soon as Kat lifted her hand from his knee and began standing up, he snatched his backpack off the floor and ran for the nearest exit, keeping his head down to avoid the amused and pitying stares that were waiting for him every few feet.

Billy’s accident had barely cycled out of the school’s gossip before he earned Kat another ‘B’ and thus earned himself another frightening confrontation that led to walking home with a giant stain on his clothes. Fortunately for him, that one took place in a more private setting; but unfortunately, each successive confrontation seemed to provoke a more intense reaction than the last, with a more immediate and complete loss of bladder control. In fact, he soon found that his control was weakening overall, and he struggled to make it through some days dry even when Kat was more or less leaving him alone.

Kat didn’t take long to catch onto that fact, but didn’t see much reason to exploit it until after Billy had earned her more than half a dozen ‘B’s. That was when she resolved to put him in a worse predicament, and that was how she ultimately lost her homework slave.

It was in Miss Weis’s chemistry class that she claimed the seat directly behind Billy. Just being aware of Kat’s presence behind him had caused him to squirm. She allowed him to sit with the sense of anticipation for about ten minutes before she started in on him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear whenever the teacher turned her back to the class. Not that Ms. Weis would have necessarily interfered. The young teacher was new to their school but had already developed a bit of a reputation for doting on the girls and tormenting the boys.

“Hey Billy,” Kat said, causing him to turn his head very slightly, but deliberately avoid looking directly at her. “You’re not doing as well as I thought you would on my homework. There’s so much at stake for you, I thought you’d put in more effort.”

“I’m trying!” Billy shot back. “It’s a lot.”

The two resumed listening to the chemistry lecture for a few minutes, then Kat resumed: “Don’t worry about it. I think I’m just going to go ahead and share what I know about you. Get it over with.”

“Please…” Billy whispered. His hands gripped the sides of his desk as hard as they could, and he clamped and rubbed his thighs together, drawing the attention of the girls seated on either side of him.

“I guess it’s just a question of how I’m going to do it,” Kat continued. “Of course, I could just post it online. But that sounds kind of boring. I’ll bet I could pull some strings and get permission to make a special announcement over the P.A., then just read out some of the juiciest tidbits from your file.”

“Billy let go of the desk with one hand and clamped it over the head of his penis with nearly as much strength. He squeezed his eyes shut to concentrate on holding it, and when he re-opened them he tried to make eye contact with Ms. Weis, and considered asking her for permission to run to the restroom. But Billy couldn’t muster the courage to so much as raise his hand. He knew that doing so would only draw more attention to himself, and he knew that there was a very good chance the notoriously bitchy teacher wouldn’t let him go anyway.

Billy tried to drown out Kat’s voice with his own thoughts, reminding himself of how ridiculous and how unnecessary his situation was. Two months earlier, he never would have found himself getting this desperate this quickly. He’d actually started to believe that he’d gotten over the worst of his problem before Kat came along and undid all his progress. Now, it seemed like things were worse than ever.

That notion was quickly confirmed when Billy gave out an involuntary grunt followed by a heavy sigh and felt the warmth of yet another accident pooling in his lap and soaking his hand. Though he knew it was futile, he continued trying to regain control until the slow, steady stream finished pooling in his seat and began to trickle loudly on the floor. That sound proceeded to mingle with the sound of other students murmuring and laughing. Of course none of them laughed with as much delight as Kat.

Ms. Weis, too, was clearly amused, though she made a point of affecting a disgusted response after she’d ascertained the source of the disruption.

“Billy!” she scolded. “Have you just wet your pants in my classroom? I know you’ve been having issues lately, but this is something else entirely. You didn’t even try to make it to the restroom!”

While Billy hung his head and waited for the trickling to subside, Ms. Weis walked to the wall phone and picked it up before declaring, “Something needs to be done about this. I’m going to call down to the office and tell them to inform the nurse, and then get in touch with someone at home. You obviously can't just go through the rest of the day in your pee-soaked pants.”

While Ms. Weis waited to connect with the office, she asked if anyone would be willing to walk to flag down the custodian for a mop and bucket. Kat eagerly volunteered, and upon standing she used the opportunity to pull out her phone and snap a couple of pictures before she left the room.

As Kat was on her way back to the room, Ms. Weis passed by her, physically leading Billy by the hand in the direction of the nurse’s office. The teacher thanked her and asked her to keep an eye on the classroom until she got back. Kat smiled at the sight of her humiliated victim being dragged around like a child. Obviously, Ms. Weis could have sent him down on his own, but knowing her, she just wanted Billy to feel more embarrassed when she dropped him off in the nurse’s office.

That was where Billy sat, waiting in shame for his step-mother to pick him up at the end of what would turn out to be his last day at the school. At Kat reflected on it later in lieu of doing her own homework, she knew that Billy’s exit would be the stuff of legend for years to come.

Some people swore that they could hear his step-mother’s voice all the way on the other side of the school. The ordinarily boisterous after-school hallways fell almost completely silent as she tore into him.

“Seriously?! What is this, the eighth time since school started?! And that’s only counting the times you’ve pissed your pants at school! I thought maybe – maybe – you’d at least learned to control yourself in front of your classmates, but I guess not! I guess you’re just going to keep pissing your pants any time, any place, in front of anyone! Well if you still refuse to use the fucking toilet like a big boy, I don’t think you’re ready to go to school with the other kids. So I’ve got news for you: I’m pulling you out. We’re not going to try another one this time; you’re just going to have to be homeschooled and that’s all there is to it. It’s the only way we can make potty training part of the curriculum.”

Kat and a few other girls listened in on the entire lecture by following behind Billy and his step-mother as they made their way from the nurse’s office to the exit an out into the parking lot. Some of them struggled to keep up when they doubled over in laughter upon seeing that Billy was wincing and crying while being dragged along by the ear.

“If you think I’m going to keep doing your laundry while I wait for you to stop pissing your pants every day,” his step-mother continued after barreling through the door and into the parking lot, “you’ve got another thing coming. I already have the diapers with me. You’re going in one right fucking now, and you don’t even get to try wearing underwear again until you’ve been bone dry for an entire month! Do you hear me? One month, not even a fucking dribble. And if I find you trying to hide your accidents from me again, we can make it a year.”

As cat and her friends watched Billy’s mommy stand him behind her car and open up its hatchback, they were overjoyed to see that she hadn’t been exaggerating when she said “right fucking now.” She proceeded to pull down his pants and underwear in plain view of the assembled crowd, instruct him to step out of them, then lay him down in the back of the car for an open-air diapering.

Some of the girls were forced to run off before the show was finished, because all the laughter had actually caused them to start wetting themselves too. Others began unconsciously running their hands over their skin, being more turned on by Billy’s utter humiliation than they ever thought possible. Kat felt as aroused as any of them, except she was not surprised by it. She stood there biting her lip and lightly rubbing her legs together until the woman drove off with Billy tucked away in the backseat, sobbing into his hands while wearing only a diaper.

Kat managed to restrain herself in the moment, but when she tried doing homework and instead began replaying the scene in her mind, she no longer could. As she rubbed herself to orgasm, she reflected on how much she was going to miss her little homework slave. At the same time, she was confident that she would get a new one very soon. In fact, now that she was having “private lessons” with the new chemistry teacher, she knew that would be easier than ever.

Ms. Weis had promised she could teach Kat how to make knockoff Fountainol. If that was true, she wouldn’t even need to find out which of the other boys were bedwetters ripe for blackmail. She would be able to make any of them piss themselves, anytime she wanted. It was just a matter of setting it up to make them believe they could actually keep it secret – for a while, anyway.

I love these two girls 💕 I want to be their friend 😘

Oh my God! Is that really you? It is! Wow, you look a bit different than the last time I saw you, don’t you? Looks like you’ve swapped business suits for bulky diapers! And pee-yew! I think someone’s done a whoopsie, hasn’t he? Do you need a change, sweetie?

Hahaha! Awwww, that’s so cute! Actually, I’ve been hoping to run into you. I have a little secret to share… It was me. I’m the one who submitted your name to the regression centre. I just thought it would be so funny to see my boss go from yelling at women in his office to being dependent on them to change his diapers!

Oh wow, you look so mad! But what are you going to do about it now? Throw a tantrum at me? Oh look! Here comes your Mommy. I think I’ll ask her if I can help change your dirty diaper, and maybe even babysit you sometime. Doesn’t that sound fun?

What the hell? Why, oh why am I even here in this B&B? With this- this-?

“Sexy, hmm?” she purrs, her tone warm and seductive as melting chocolate. This woman’s inky hair is cascading down over her bare shoulders, and my nervous gaze can’t help but be drawn further down… to the full roundness of her twin breasts, swelling provocatively underneath her low-cut nightgown… to her bare thighs, and to the feminine mysteries that must surely lie between…

This woman is gorgeous, I admit it. Yet her words are leaving me clammy with terror - for when she says the word sexy, she’s not referring to herself.

“This is going to look absolutely adorable on you tonight,” she murmurs slyly, lifting the gingham-and-lace monstrosity from the bed. “It’s been awhile since I had such a sweet, dedicated little sissy doll. Staying all week, hmm? That’s a long time - but Auntie Penny is more than happy to take care of you as long as you need, dear…”

“I’m not- I didn’t- I mean-” I’m stuttering in incomprehension, my rational mind reeling back from the idea that I might actually stay here. “I must have the wrong- You see, my secretary- She made the reservation- Business trip, you know-”

“Oh, I do know,” she responds, her smile deepening mysteriously. “I know all about you, you adorable little thing! Your lovely secretary did a wonderful job filling me in, telling me all about your little, ahem, peculiarities… She laughs softly, the frilly absurdity slipping through her fingers and down into a pastel puddle. “But don’t worry, honey! Auntie Penny’s here now, and she’s going to make sure you get exactly what a sweet, needy, pathetic little sissy like you needs…”

My eyes swivel downward in rising panic to the odd plastic squares beside her, and she giggles. “Oh, baby! Surely you remember what these are, don’t you?” She lifts one from the bed, and suddenly I find I’m trembling in anxiety. “Why, these are your diapers, honey! Your sweet, soft, thick diapers that your secretary told me you love so much! And better yet, they’re what you’re going to be wearing as long as you’re with me.”

Her fingers are unfolding them, the plastic-and-cotton monstrosity growing before my widening eyes, even as her words unfold my stomach-churning future. “Oh, you’re going to look so sweet in these, little sissy! Auntie Penny’s going to strip those silly big man clothes off you, and push you onto the bed, and wrap that stupid little sissy clit of yours up nice and tight where it can’t get into any trouble.” She smirks full into my face. “Oh, you’ll be so adorable, pissing and shitting yourself for Auntie! You’re going to be such a darling little sissy baby, waddling around for me and gulping down whatever I feed you. And listen: if you’re a very good little sissy gurl, I might even let you suckle on Auntie’s nice full boobies tonight! Now won’t that be lovely?”

I turn to flee - only to find the door locked behind me and immune to my frantic tugging. Then, even as I hear her sardonic laughter behind me, her strong arms are slipping around me, the soft pressure of a rag forcing itself firmly over my nose and mouth, silencing my frantic yells. And so, as the wild seconds tick by and the scent of chloroform stupefies my brain and saps my strength, one last desperate thought flickers through my mind…

Maybe I should have given my secretary that raise after all.

Image Credit: PennyBarber.com

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Timothy’s Summer Vacation - Part 11

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 ,

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The Special Place II

The interactive sissy story The Special Game (Special Place II) is nowhere near finished, but due to it being too popular to ignore - and also me not having enough time to dedicate to it - I've paused the Patreon site that was hosting it.

The good news is I've posted it to here so everyone can now try it in it's unfinished glory! Ignore the bugs and the abrupt end and you might enjoy it. :)

Hope you like. Would love some feedback. Who knows, it might prompt me to write more!

Ready to go on our walk, honey? Hurry up and put your pants on! Any pair will do. Nobody's going to notice if a bit of your diaper sticks out of your waistband. I want to get back before it gets dark, and... Oh! Hahaha! Uh-oh! I think someone's making stinky-time! Is it you, baby? Are you making a big present in your diapee for Mommy? Silly boy, it's not Christmas yet!

Oh, don't cry baby! It's okay! Shhh... Mommy's here, sweet boy. Mommy's got you. Shhh... I'm here. I know it's embarrassing being incontinent, peeing yourself all the time and making boom-booms in your pants without any warning like that, but honestly I think it's the best thing that's ever happened to you, darling! You used to have such an attitude before, but dirty diapers really keep you humble. Plus you're so much more respectful of women now! I guess it's hard to be sexist when your fiancée regularly changes your messy Pampers, huh? Being in diapers forever won't be so bad, baby. You just need to learn to look on the bright side of pooping your pants!

Don't be silly sweetie, of course there's a bright side! How about how adorable you look? Yes, I know you'd prefer to look like a sexy grown man, but Mommy thinks there's nothing cuter than the sight of you waddling around in your full diaper like a great big baby! Having a diapee full of tinkle and poopy will keep you extra warm too! I'll show you, baby. Pull your pants up and let's go for our walk. No changies until we get home. I'll get to enjoy how cute you look, and you'll get to enjoy the feeling of being nice and cozy in your diaper! See, sweetie? There's loads to love about being incontinent!

Goals

Holy fuck.😍😍