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Disclaimer! this is PinkTheDinosaur's story. they have given me permission to post it on here. I do not own it! “SPIDER!” my little sister Annabelle screamed at the top of her lungs. “STOP SCREAMING!” I screamed back at her before running over and killing the damn spider. “Look, just go downstairs and look through some of the stuff down there!” Annabelle was 8 years old and had a very high pitched scream that I absolutely could not stand. So far that had been her 4th time screaming her head off and I would rather clear out this attic myself than to hear her scream near me one more time. Why are we cleaning the attic? Well because we're selling my grandmas house. About 5 months ago my grandma got really sick and died just 2 weeks later. It was a very sad time for us all. Anyway, my mom couldn't afford to keep both our hose and my grandma's house so she decided to get everything out and go through it. Some stuff we are selling, some were giving to goodwill, and some were keeping. My sister was in tears after I yelled at her but what do you expect? A 16-year-old brother can only handle so much screaming. But Annabelle did climb down the ladder leading to the attic crying so it wouldn't be so bad. Mom might be a little mad at me for yelling at her but even she knows how much of a pain it can be to hear my sister scream. I was about to get back to taking stuff down the ladder when I suddenly heard something slam shut. Looking back I could see the door to the attic had closed shut. Shit! I went over and tried to reopen the door but it wouldn't budge. Whoever made it, made it so that it can only be opened from the outside. “Perfect,” I whisper as I pulled out my phone to text my mom. She had a few things to do today so she left the two of us here to clear out the attic. ‘Hi mom, Annabelle’s screaming was getting on my nerves so I sent her downstairs. She must have accidentally knocked the ladder and now I'm stuck up here.’ I texted my mom. ‘Ok, I'm almost done with my shopping and I'll be back in 30 minutes.” she texted me back. great, stuck up here with nothing to do. My grandma doesn't have internet and my phone doesn't have any apps so I'm already bored. Not long after that, I hired the phone ring downstairs. Most likely mom checking on Anna. I take a look over at the boxes still up here and I decided to open a few and see whats inside. Maybe I could find something cool and call dibs on it. the first box had nothing but clothes in it, the next had old photos, and finally the last I checked actually had stuff in it! Most of it was old junk that I wouldn't have any use for. But it was still neat to look at some of it. Then I noticed something, a little pink box. I grabbed it and just looked at it. Out of everything in the box this one looked a little out of place. As I opened it, I let out a small giggle. It was a pink diaper with the word ‘princess’ on the front. On the back was just a large red hart. “Why was this up here?” I asked myself before tossing the diaper and continued to look through my grandma's stuff. But then I heard something, a small rustling sound, was it a rat!? I quickly turn around to see nothing. Then I hear the rustling again and I turned to look at the attic door. But again nothing was there, well except for the diaper. Just then I realized the rustling sound must have been the diaper. but what I didn't realize was it wasn't in the spot I tossed it at. I decided I should actually pick it up and put it back in the box before mom gets back. As I walk over and try to pick it up however the diaper suddenly leaps into the air and clamped onto my face! What the fuck! I immediately start fracking out as I try to pull the diaper off my face when I suddenly fall down. “Ow,” I say as I rub my head and release the diaper is off my face but notice it's trying to make its way into my pants! I immediately grab onto it and tried as hard as I could to pull on it, but It just would not budge! I might be scrawny but I can't be this week! But my hands slip and the diaper went right into my pants. I quickly stand up as I feel the diaper moving around in my underwear! I immediately pull down both my pants and underwear just as the diaper tapes itself onto me and started releasing a thick pink smoke! “What the hell!” I yell out before I start coughing and I close my eyes. With my eyes closed, I didn't see my clothes began to disappear and soon replaced by different clothes. When I finally was able to open my eyes I screamed as I looked down. I now had knee-length socks and black shoes. My pants were gone and I was now wearing a pink frilly skirt that only covered half of the pink diaper. My shirt was replaced with a short-sleeved pink shirt that didn't even cover my bellybutton with a red vest red ribbons over it. And if I had a mirror I would see that my dark hair has turned into a light pink color with a small ow sicking out the side of my head! “W-w-what the…” I said weakly as my body starts shaking slightly. "What the hell was going on here!" I then began pulling at everything, trying as hard as I can to remove any of it! “You can't take me off.” I heard someone say and I immediately jumped and began looking around. “Who said that?” I asked as I saw no one else around me. “I am Pardie,” the voice said again. “Where are you!” I asked. “Look down.” the voice said and when I did all I could see was the diaper. “What do you mean? All I see is the diaper.” I tell the voice. Suddenly the diaper began to swell and get bigger forcing my legs apart! “I am the diaper.” the voice said before deflating back to the original size. (the name pardie is diaper with the letters changed around) “T-this can't be happening,” I say as I really start to freak out. “Ow, but it is princess, and now it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me and suddenly the diaper began letting out even more smoke. “NOT AGAIN!” I yelled as I closed my eyes and began coughing again. When the smoke finally subsided and I was finally able to breathe again I opened my eyes to see I was no longer in the attic anymore. “WHAT THE HELL!” I screamed as I began to freak out. “THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I was now inside an empty room with only a single window and a door. “Welcome to you castle princess,” Pardie said to me. “IM A BOY NOT A PRINCESS!” I screamed at the diaper and realized I'm losing my mind. There's no way I'm screaming at a talking diaper, or magically been taken somewhere else. “This has to be a dream. Ya, I must have slipped when I was picking up the diaper and hit my head.” I told myself. “You still don't believe this is real?” pardie asked. “Of course not!” I screamed. “Who in their right mind would think diapers could talk!” Suddenly I felt the diaper suddenly get really tight as it began shrinking! At first, it wasn't that bad, hell I figured it would just pop off as soon as it got small enough. But no, it soon felt like there was a vise clamped onto my nuts! Soon I was screaming in pain. “Do you believe this is real now princess?” pardie asked. “YES!” I screamed just wanting the pain to be over and thankfully the diaper went back to normal. “What is going on here?” I asked the diaper as soon as the pain in my crotch went away. “You are here to save your kingdom princess.” pardie told me. “What kingdom?” I asked and suddenly heard screaming coming from outside the window. I immediately ran over to the window and looked outside and my jaw dropped. I was in some sort of tower looking down at a vast beautiful city. But with a closer look, I could see people running around screaming as buildings were lit on fire. Then I saw the case of the fire, a large lion with goat horns was breathing fire! “Princes, it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me as I nearly pissed my diaper.

Haiii ^-^ these are my eettijgs for this month! Sorry there arent many, i was quite busy with youtube and everything, sorry ;-; Ill hopefully do more wettings soon :3

View File Desperate Sub Lets go in Sports Pants (With Diaper!) My first ever time using a diaper in any situation for wetting, and I liked it a lot! I tend to enjoy being soaked more, but is nice for when I am required to stay in my wet clothes. I had a lot of fun with this project, and it was my first experience with pee outside of the bathroom! If you liked it, hated it, or anything in between, let me know and leave some feedback! I would love to keep posting new videos as often as possible 🙂 Enjoy! Submitter AriesTheRam Submitted 02/17/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Other  

Hello all! I know it's been a while but I'm back. I've had a wild ride since I first joined this site. So back in 2015 I was taking a gender studies course in college. One of my classmates was a woman I'll call Ms. K. Ms. K is a beautiful ebony goddess who is the daughter of a Hollywood producer. I was immediately smitten with her. She was super muscular and outspoken, with a "take no shit" attitude. But she was also incredibly generous and kind. We started talking and hanging out after class and we eventually got invited to some party in Beverly Hills. So we were walking home from the party, both of us a little tipsy, and I... blush ...I confessed my feelings for her. And she confessed her feelings for me and I got so excited that I literally peed myself. Yes, really, like a little girl! She laughed and said "Aww, is baby all wet? Come and take your little pants off so mommy can clean you up!" And I took my pants off to show an adorable pair of soft cotton panties. "Are you a little baby girl? Are you a little Betsy Wetsy doll? Mommy understands." And I immediately knew that she was the one. I told her about my fantasies. About my crossdressing. About hating being a man. I told her that I wanted someone to lord over me. To humiliate and degrade me like a slave...and love and protect me like a kitten. That I needed to feel wanted. And she told me she wanted to feel needed. That was the happiest moment of my life, and the beginning of many embarrassing moments to come.

I had been preparing for this session for a week at this point, and nothing was stopping me from having a day of fun ? so I got my morning pee out of the way (to ensure the best wetting ppissible), grabbed a SmartWater 1 liter bottle, and put on my first outfit! Blue bikini underwear for men, tight grey yoga pants, and a bright shirt. It took about 3 hours, and 2 liters until I was jumping around trying not to burst.. I ran yo the bathtub, and before I could even press record on the camera, I was spurting out and audibly ready from all the groans and moans I was letting out.. It was a fail. The grey leggings aren't as good as I thought they'd be, and ends up, they don't show too well, so as punishment, I wore this outfit for the next few hours until I was about ready for my next run ? so, I begin again. 2 liters of water, a lot of waiting, and making up other slave tasks as I go along, that I think may trouble me, or dirty me in some ways or another. But to keep it to topic, 3 hours pass by again, and I slip off my damp old clothes, and put on my new pair of pink panties along with my pink yoga pants, that have white stripes on either side. I was already about to burst when I put on my new pants, so I got ready in the bathtub.. and as expected, a mess insued. My pants barely soaked. But the stream wouldn't let up. It just kept flowing, no control oflver my own bladder, as I start to stand in a thick puddle of my own pee, it's almost orgasmic!! After both wets, I kept my outfit on for a bit longer, then cleaned myself up! All in all it was really fun, but I would like better outfits to be able to show you guys the videos from dry to completely soaked!! ?

View File wetting tight levis 501 jeans (3 wettings) please leave a comment? ? ? Submitter femboydl Submitted 10/20/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans

This is my second story that I've written on Deviantart. Sorry that I didn't post these on the forum sooner! I decided to write stories for both my own personal enjoyment and to get more supporters on pateron! It did get some positive feedback back on the Deviantart page, so I hope it will fare the same over here. If you want to follow me on Deviantart then click this link:My Deviantart If you want to support me then click this link:My Patreon Page All that booze from last night had given me one hell of a headache. It felt like my skull was spitting open. And how did I even end up in this bed? I guess the better question to ask would be “why am I tied up to this bed?” I struggled against the rope that weighed me down, but my attempts were in vain. I had no choice but to lie here and wait. And man did I need to piss! I looked around the bedroom while I waited. The first thing that struck me as odd was the lock on the bathroom door. The bed I sat in appeared to be closer to the middle. What I assumed was the doorway out stood several feet in front of the bed. A nightstand stood to the left of the bed while a closest with a mirror adjacent to it were both on the far right. A red oval carpet lied on the foot of the bed. And a giant ceiling fan with some lighting hanging from it lied on the ceiling just above the carpet. I listened closely as I started to hear footsteps outside the door of the bedroom I was in. I heard the sound of the lock turning as the door slowly creaked forward. The bartender from last night was staring straight at me. He was far taller than I ever was and was fairly fit for his age. Though he didn’t have much in the way of muscle, he wasn't out of shape either. As always, his hair was finely combed and slicked back with more than the usual dime sized amount of hair gel. In fact it looked as though his hair could defy gravity had the wind been blowing in his general direction. He wore a suit and tie; a bit overly formal even for a bartender. “Looks like you finally woke up! I’m quite glad as I’ll be opening up the bar any minute! Wouldn’t want you to be late on your first day here after all.” He said in a well toned voice. A voice that was full of charisma and energy. “What’s going on?!” I shouted out of confusion. “What’s going on? You make me laugh! I don’t think that those roofies I slipped into your drink said anything about memory lost. Well, in case they did, I’ll give you an estimate as to how much money you owe me in tabs. Almost four hundred dollars!” “Please, I’ll pay it back as soon as I can!” “You said that the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that! It just keeps going with you sleazeballs!” “Are you going to break my legs or something?” “You see, the problem with breaking a man’s legs or threatening to kill their wife or something is that it doesn’t magically cause you to pull enough money out of your ass. However, a company called Quest showed up about a week ago and told me how I can collect my tabs from now on. I make you do some screwed up humiliating shit, Quest video tapes it all and gives me the four hundred that you owe me.” “What do you mean by “humiliating?” “Give me a minute while I go pull out my magic tricks! A magician never reveals his tricks.” He stares at his phone for a moment before proceeding to get some supplies out of the closest. He pulls out a strangely large, square, white object out. As well as what appeared to be a box of pills and a rather shiny jeweled object. He then laid the objects flat on the dresser next to the bed and adjusts the ropes, freeing my legs but not my arms. “Now, if you want to make this easier on yourself, then just keep those legs spread and lift them above high into the air.” I refused to listen to his orders and kept my legs tightly close together. The bartender then proceeded to get a large paddle out with the Quest trademarked logo across it. He then began to spank me right on a legs. Within a few minutes of this, I was nearly at the verge of tears. I had no choice but to submit. “Well, that bearly took all of two minutes!” He chuckled. He then grabbed the box of pills and opened it up. “Now, since you are full of shit, we need to extract some of that out of you. These pills are going to help you do just that! Of course, you won’t be able to crap with this butt plug in place. Should help motivate you to do a good job tonight. Wouldn’t be able to sleep with those horrible stomach cramps, now would you?” He then unwrapped the suppository and shoved the pill into my butt with his finger. I could feel it melting inside me which caused a weird sensation for a few moments. Not to mention the weirdness from being violated by this stranger’s intrusion. I gave a loud yelp as he forced the jeweled butt plug into my virgin asshole. Causing my hole to expand and spread out further in order to try to take it all in. But it was still tight and painful. I tried my best to stop the flood of tears as the intruder continued to dig deep into me until it had finally stopped. Last but not least, the diaper. He spread it out underneath my filled bum and ordered me to lower my legs onto it. Which I did submissively. He then put the front side up over my crotch, and started to tape the diaper on. Once he was done, he then put a cover over the diaper which I noticed had a locking mechanism on it. He pulled a key out of his pocket and locked the cover on, sealing my fate. “All done, that wasn't too bad! And that diaper cover should ensure that my baby girl doesn’t try to escape from her padded prison. Obviously, it should go without saying that you will be using that diaper for it’s intended purpose.” I gulped at the thought of having to use my diaper at all. And my need to pee was already starting to get worst. “Now, I’ll have to untie your arms in order to get you dressed. If you try to escape, then there will be consequences. And good luck getting out of that diaper even if you did escape. Ah, that would make for a great headliner!” He then proceeded to untie my arms. Then he went back into the closet and pulled out some clothing. Meanwhile, I slowly crawled out of bed and found a spot to stand at. Not really too keen on the option of trying to run out the bedroom in nothing but a diaper through what I assume was a crowded bar. I looked down in shock as I immediately noticed that my legs had been shaved. So had my arms and any other parts of my body that could be considered “unladylike” “Do I want to know how I ended up getting shaved?” I inquired “Ah, I almost forgot about that part! Luckily I still had some hair removal cream lying around! If you were running around like a hairy ape, then it would ruin my business! I have customers who would rather not see your ungroomed man hairs. Afterall, you’re a girl for as long as I own you.” He then pulled out the first piece of my outfit, fishnet stockings with a pair of high heels to match. “You’ll have to get used to walking around in these. If you were to slip and fall at any point, punishments would have to be arranged.” He laid the stockings out in the air in order for me to step in them. As much as I didn’t want to, I knew that I should get this over with. I stepped into them and began to realize much to my horror that these stockings were not going to hide my diaper in the slightest. They were so see through in fact that I may as well have walked around in just the diaper by itself. He then took out a black lacy bra and began to help me slip it on. Then finally, a leather corset which nicely hid away my beer belly. Finally, he took out some makeup and proceeded to do my face up in the sluttest fashion possible. He put some black eyeshadow on me as well. Mascara over the eyes with lots of foundation. He even plucked my eyebrows out, one by one each more painful then the last. Then adding the fake eyebrows in place of the old ones. He completely redid my hair, adding in the extensions which turned my once boyish hair into this long wavy beauty. And he dyed my hair from a brunette into a blonde. Once he was completely satisfied with his work, he pointed at the mirror closest to the door, instructing me to go take a look. I was completely shocked at the transformation. My once unattractive at best body had been turned into this gorgeous sexy woman. My hips were far slimmer than usual. The makeup had nicely brought out my blue eyes. My legs were a bit curvy but sexy enough to look at without all the hair in the way. My nails were trimmed and painted a watery blue in order to match my eyes. In fact, it got me hard just staring at the woman who stared at me in this mirror. She was hot, sexy and ready for a night out. A part of me hated it but I was also turned on in a strange sort of way. “Took longer than I had imagined. Good thing that I started early enough, your shift is about to start in a few minutes! I’m quite surprised at how well you turned out! I mean with the ugly mug that I had started with, I thought for sure that you were a lost cause. Well anyway, I’ll take you downstairs and explain to you what your job is tonight.” With that, he grabbed my hand and led me down the staircase into the bar down below. I immediately got a few stares and a couple of chuckles. A rush of embarrassment ran down my spine as I nervously continued to walk alongside my bartender. Trying my best not to trip as I walked in these high heels. The cramps were already starting after that massive makeover. I gave a good look at the bar as we headed toward the kitchen. As always, the bar was nearly spotless. The walls were filled with various paintings and the usual football paraphernalia. The tables stood on the left side while the bar itself stood on the right. Lamps stood atop each and everyone of those tables. Far into the back were the restrooms. Close to those facilities were the pool tables which also had ceiling lamps above them. TV’s stood above the bars themselves for people to watch their favorite football games. We headed into the kitchen where I could see all the employees working. Obviously, in a bar this large, the man standing next to me wasn't the only person serving drinks. There were two other bartenders hard at work mixing drinks for the fellow patrons. They were dressed in much the same fashion as the person escorting me, formal suits and ties with their hairs nicely done up. Two of the bartenders were men while only one was female. The female bartender had short brown hair with a formal skirt. She had a larger rack then most but not overly so. The servers on the other hand were all female, though given your own genitals, a worried voice in your head made you wonder how many of those girls who gave you lapdances were actually men. You gulp at the sheer notion. Of course, you were the only one waddling around the bar in a diaper which further increased your own embarrassment. They were however dressed in similar attire with fishnet stockings and even a pair of bunny ears and all manner of makeup. “So this is where you should be grabbing plates from. Mainly from that counter over there. All you’re doing is taking plates from here to the tables. We have a restaurant menu as you know and you’ll have to write down orders and bring them to our lovely chefs. Things will get more interesting if you screw up. Should you trip or fall or mess up an order, I will take actions to resolve your misbehavior. No tears, no whining, and don’t even think about escaping. Am I clear?” He said that last line with a stern look on his face that suggested that I wouldn’t like my punishments very much. I nodded in agreement before he headed off to the bar and started his own shift. How hard could this be? I’ve never walked in a pair of heels. My aching stomach, bladder, and this stick up my ass were all converging against my ability to walk. But anything beats being murdered and left in a ditch by some loan shark. Right? I took the first order to the table. A bowl of nachos, plus a club sandwich. Every step I took towards table number five was more painful then the last in these heels. The cramps in my stomach slowed me down. After what had seemed like forever, I finally reached the table. I held back the need to cry as best as I possibly good. I could hear the laugher from behind me as I bent down to bring the plate down towards the table. My ass was up in the air for everyone to see, my diaper now visible for the entire world to see. I bit my tongue as hard as I could and tried to think about anything else in order to keep the tears from flooding out. This continued for most of the horrifying nightmare that was my first day on this job. Then about halfway through, my bladder was finally starting to leak into my diaper despite my attempts to hold it. I was so concentrated on trying to hold myself that I fell over, knocking the plate into the air and landing a bowl of salsa just on top of the customer. Like something out of a cartoon. The sheer shock as my body hit the ground with a hard thump, caused my bladder to spasm widely, releasing all the bodily fluids that I had tried to hold back. I had to cover my mouth closed with my hands as I softly moaned from the sheer pleasure of relief. It lasted a few blissful minutes as a torrent of piss came flowing from my crotch straight into my diaper. Though it was starting to fill, it could handle a few more uses. Once I had finally regained my composure, I stood back up and the angry customer stared at me in a fury of rage. I could see the manager who also happened to be a bartender who had dressed me up apologizing as best as he could. “I’ll pay for your entire meal and give you a discount for next time! Just please don’t write a bad Yelp review, this is my family's business.” “I’ll forgive you. But I want some free service from that lady right there. Just something pleasurable enough to make me forget about what happened here. If you catch my drift.” “Of course, just name your request and I will ensure that she will follow it down to the letter.” “Well, since she is wearing a diaper and acting like a goddamn toddler over there, I think that some capital punishment would be the most fitting. Bent over my lap kicking and screaming like any well parented two-year-old should clear her attitude problem right up.” “The customer is always right after all.” With that, he grabbed me by my hair and shoved me into the direction of the stranger. You could tell that the bartender was not in the mood for dealing with my screw ups. He was a bit older than thirty but in an overall great shape. He had this military cut hair and scars throughout his face. His hands were dirty and rugged but at least he smelled like he showered every day, minus the smell of beer. His arms and legs were unshaved but that only added to his ripped muscles which were more than capable of handling me. “Great, couldn’t have gone and pissed off some eighty year old with a cane? No, I had to go piss off the biggest roid raging guy in this whole damn bar!” I thought to myself. Within a few seconds, he had me bent over his lap. I felt like a deer in the headlights as I could do nothing to get away from him and escape the humiliation that I was about to endure. He pulled my stockings down which caused the bartender to get his key out of his pocket and toss it towards the stranger. He proceeded to unlock my diaper cover and pull down the back of the garment. I soon felt the friction as his burly, rough hands stuck my bare skin. Sending a vibration of pain across my backside while causing the plug up my ass to further bury itself inside my sensitive virgin hole. By the fifth spank, I was at the point of tears. I continued to pour out my pain vocally as he continued to slap my ass over and over again. “Oh yeah, keep crying like that! I love it when bitches keep on moaning!” He said with a smile as he continued to punish me. By the time it was over, my ass was red and my hole felt sore and achey. He pulled up my stockings, diaper and cover over my ass and allowed me to stand up. He gave me one final slap on the rear as I stood up. While I may have hated that experience, my cock was giving me a different story. I’m not sure why I felt so turned on by the whole thing. I was completely straight….right? I went back to the kitchen and grabbed some more orders for people. I couldn’t stop thinking about the entire thing and how horny I actually was. Maybe I should break a few more rules in order to get some more punishment? What on earth was I thinking about? The constant thoughts about being punished and humiliated, used and degraded continued to fill my horny mind. I tried my best to just shove the thoughts aside and just get on with the rest of the night. As I continued to serve the guests, I had to pee again. Not like I’m getting out of this diaper, so may as well use it. Plus the warmth was pretty pleasurable and comfortable once you got used to it. I continued to try my best to ward off such lewd thoughts out of my mind. The rest of the night went on without any further incidents. I nearly tripped a few times but that was about it for the mischief for the rest of the night. Or so I had thought. But getting off unscaved wasen’t going to be as easy as I might’ve thought. Once again, I took every sore, blistering step up the stairs as the bartender led me up the stairs. My feet were absolutely ruined from all that walking in these awful platform heels. Relief overtook me as we headed into the bedroom. He allowed me to slip out of my outfit, leaving me in just my diaper with the locking cover over it. “You did do an alright job for your first night. But you did dump some flaming hot salsa on one of my regulars. I think I should teach you a personal lesson. I want you bent over, face towards the bed.” With that he walked towards the closest and pulled out the same paddle with the trademarked Quest Logo. As I bent over the bed, I could feel my heart racing. The excitement ringing throughout my entire body. A wave of horniness ran across me and I could already feel a boner coming along long before he had started. A part of me despised this but I felt so eager and ready for this. He reached around towards my front and began to unlock the diaper cover. Once he had it pulled down, he grabbed the metal plug in my ass and pulled it out. He then pulled the diaper back up over my tushie. “It’s about time that you “properly” used that diaper.” he said with a lit up grin on his face. I whimpered as I felt my bowels immediately start to give in. Wave after wave of the brown sticky liquid flowed into the garment causing my eyes to water. I continued to cry as my stomache released anything that had been in it before. The diaper barely held all the brown mush that covered the back of my ass. I also pissed in the middle of it all. Then the paddle came once he was sure that I was done shitting. Each swing push the mush further into every orifice in my entire body. I could feel the strange sensation as my balls, dick and ass were covered in the goo. Swing after swing continued to bring out the flood of tears from my eyes. It must have been about thirty odd swings before he finished. The squishy mess was slightly leaking and flowing into my diaper cover. “Wasn't too bad now was it?” I simply replied by nodding my head. I’d rather want to agree with anything he says at this stage then face the wrath of another punishment. I guess that old saying, “careful what you wish for” is true after all. “Great! Now I can go ahead and feed you something.” With that he headed into the closest and brought out a bottle of pills and then went into the little mini refrigerator next to it and grabbed a bottle of milk. He sat next to the me on the bed and easily picked me up as if I weighed nothing and sat me on his lap. Forcing a bottle of milk mixed with laxatives into my mouth. It was an odd feeling to get used to. Being fed like some sort of baby or something. It was weirdly comfortable even if I was sitting in my own bodily waste. I was furious at my boner which continued to stiffen despite the mush that it was covered in. Surely, I can’t be into this! At least the bottle of milk in my mouth was calming me down. It didn’t take very long for me to gulp down the milk since I hadn't eaten all day. He finished off by burping me before he laid me down in the bed, turned off the light and headed down the staircase. I didn’t sleep very well thanks to the mess I was forced to lay in. I continued to struggle and squirm around my bed. I could have gotten out of the bed but since the door was locked and I assumed that this room didn’t come with a laptop with wifi, I may as well just lay in bed. About an hour later, I started to get some really bad stomach cramps which made sleeping an even worst experience. It barely took half an hour before the cramps became too much to bare and I had to simply squat and let go. So I sat up and lifted my butt a few inches. That was all it took before another roaring wave of crap overflowed my diaper and continued to leak further into the diaper cover. I simply cried myself to sleep.

DISCLAIMER!!!!! The original story does not belong to me or PinkTheDinosaur, this was just a personal remake and updated version of Baby Care Class by wndash2 (link to there page at the bottom) they wrote this story a few years ago, and Pink liked it at the time. But after rereading the whole thing, they realized there wasn't much of a story there besides a guy being tortured for no real reason. So because Pink like making stories, they began thinking up a story to help fix that problem. If you haven't yet, please go check out the original. this was Pink's first story and so far his most popular. https://wndash2.deviantart.com/art/Baby-Care-Class-Part-1-363391183 ALSO!!!!! this story features some sexual content from time to time! if you do not like that then please don't read! ch1 Paradise private College, how the hell I wound up going here I don't know. Most of my grades suck, and I barely attended high school anyway. The only reason I'm even going to this college is by some miracle my mother sent in a college application that got excepted. “Look! You can either go to the school or get the fuck out of my house!” my mom yelled at me the day I said I wouldn't go. "All you do if fuck off and don't work. The only people in this house that get to do that are kids in school, the sick, or the retired!” I will admit that I may not have been the best son. But hell, having a rare condition that makes you look 4 feet tall will make you hate the world. I'm not a dwarf, per say, I'm just the first with a new rare genetic disorder that stopped me from growing. I just look like an average person was shrunk down. Heck if it wasn't for the facial hair I have then most people would assume I'm a child. Which has happened to me more than once! So my mother made me a deal. She would pay for the school, an apartment for me and give me a 200 dollar allowance for food every two weeks if I went. However, I must attend classes. If I miss classes more than four times without a doctor's note, she will cut all ties with me. So because I didn't want to work yet, I decided to go. Plus who doesn't like going to college parties? So I traveled nearly two states away just for school. Paradise private College was built a long time ago and was made on top of a large hill. Why they decided on that, I have no idea. Maybe because the rich people who built it meant it only for the upper class at the time. But thanks to it being on such a large hill a lot of people have to climb a ton of stairs just to get to the school, and for a short guy like me, that's just hell. One of the thing that came with the acceptance letter was another letter attached saying they were introducing a new program for people and that he was one of the few to start in it. It was a program to help people who didn't have the best grades in high school still go to college, just with a little extra help. That help was having to get to the school at 7:00 Am, an hour before the school opened, and attend a catch-up class. By the time I got to the top, I was even more exhausted than when I woke up this morning. Everything was dark outside and very cold. Even with a jacket on, I was freezing. I took a look at my phone that said it was 6:50, well at least I wasn't late. I walked over to the front of the school and tried to open the doors, but they were locked. What the hell? “Excuse me? Are you lost?” a woman asked me. I quickly looked and saw a gorgeous blond hair woman. “Um ya, I'm William, and I'm here for the catch-up class,” I told her. “well so am I, I can show you where it is.” the women told me with a warm smile as she pointed in the direction we had to go. “Thank you, um?” I told her. “Jen, my name is Jen,” she told me as I followed her around the school and to a back door. “I came here last week and was told where it was. Because it's such a new program, the school placed it in the back.” I guess that made since I thought as I walked through the door and into a hallway. The hallway was pretty dark with a few dim lights but near the end of the hall was a bright room lighting up the entrance. I walked over to the light with Jen right behind me. But when I got to the doorway of the room I stopped in confusion as instead of a classroom with a bunch of desks, there was instead what looked like a giant nursery? “What the heck?” I asked when I was suddenly pushed into the room and Jen locked the door. “You have no idea how long I waited for this,” Jen said as she immediately grabbed me and lifted me into the air. I tried to fight back but thanks to my small size I was nothing to her as she threw me onto a table and began strapping me to the table. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” I screamed at her before she rubbed some weird cream stuff on my face before large pacifier was shoved into my mouth and strapped to the back of my head. “Quiet you, babies shouldn't scream,” Jen told me as she lifted scissors into the air and I grew even more scared. So scared that I began to piss my pants. “Aww, would you look at that. The baby had an accident. Well, that's what happens when you don't wear the right protection.” I had no idea what she was talking about as she then began to cut off my clothes, before throwing them into a trash can. She then proceeded to get out a giant diaper which I began to thrash around after seeing it. But since I wasn't able to get free Jen just taped the diaper onto me with no real difficulty. Next came two large pink mittens put over my hands. I didn't see what she grabbed next but one at a time Jen unstrapped my arms and legs before putting something on me and restriping me in place. When she finished, she took one last look at me with a broad smile on her face. Jen then unstrapped me and lifted me up. Agin, I tried to fight, but nothing worked. Jen the put me on the ground beside a large mirror and had me take a look, and I was horrified! I was in a tiny pink baby girl's dress that only covered half of the thick diaper Jen put me in, a pair of white stocking was on my legs, and I was wearing mary jane shoes that were somehow just my size! Since I haven't had a chance to get a haircut yet, my hair was slightly long. For some reason when I took a closer look all my facial hair was also gone and with everything else just made me look like a girl toddler! I immediately began screaming into the pacifier, but only a muffle came out. Jen just laughed at the whole thing as she looked at me with a broad smile on her face. “I think someone must be hungry.” gen said as she picked me up again to re strapped me to the table. Jen then walked over to a mini-fridge and pulled out a large bottle of milk. “This will help the baby grow,” she said mockingly as she unscrewed something at the top of the pacifier and attach the bottle to it. “Now drink up sweetie, or I'll have to hold your nose to force you to drink.” I didn't care what she said, I wasn't drinking it. That is until Jen did plug my nose and forced me to drink just to get air. I was only ¾ done with the bottle when I began to feel full and stopped drinking. “Come on baby, you need to finish it,” Jen told me as she plugged my nose again and this time didn't let go until the bottle was gone. “Good girl.” Jen then removed the bottle, and I was panting heavily. I felt like my stomach would burst at any minute. My stomach was slightly bloated, and Jen decided to give it a little rub before smiling at me. “Alright, that's enough for now," Jen said before unstrapping me and cared me over to a large baby crib where she laid me on my back before taking a large lid and placing it on top of the crib, making it impossible for me to climb out. Suddenly I heard a loud bell and Jen made her way to the door. I got on my knees and began banging on the crib bars. "Well, I got to get to class, but I’ll be back to take you to the Baby Care Class!" Jen told me excitedly, before turning off the lights and leaving me alone in the dark, dressed as a toddler.

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