My young, now, fiancé really didn’t seem that interested in settling down, understandable for such a cute guy just out of college, that is until he found out how wealthy my family was.
So of course I’m treating him to the Honeymoon Suite.
The Honeymoon Suite in Girl-A-Matic’s Adult Baby wing, apparently lot’s of Wives don’t want their nuisance husband spoiling the honeymoon.
I’ll be at The Honeymoon Suite at The Four Seasons with my ‘Tennis Coach’ knocking back vintage Champagne, whilst he’s getting used to guzzling down a big baby bottle of soy formula laced with HRT.
His lovely Nanny brought the new baby girl home for good for a very special one year wedding anniversary. My wealth can do all sorts of things for my adorable sissy husband and his brand new lifestyle.
“Sweetie, it’s summertime. It’s hot. It’s ok if you go around with your diaper uncovered. If you ask me, you look cuter that way. Now, run along and play, but make sure to come back to me for a diaper check and maybe a change. If you don’t make a wet diaper yourself, I might just have to chase you with this hose and GIVE you a wet diaper. Such a scrumptious diaper boy!”
My drop-dead gorgeous cousin Lauren was visiting us for the summer, which was mostly great but could sometimes be uncomfortable. You see, mom was having to work a lot of overtime hours, and whenever she was at work she would leave Lauren in charge of me and my younger sister Kayla. I’m eighteen and Kayla is sixteen, and Kayla complained that we were too old to need a sitter. I love Lauren, but I think Kayla is right.
Kayla soon changed her mind when she found out how much fun Lauren is, kind of like the crazy big sister Kayla had never been able to enjoy before. They had lots of girly fun doing each other’s hair and nails, trying on each other’s clothes. Lauren noticed that I was feeling a bit left out, so she suggested we all go outside and enjoy the sunny summer day together.
I wished I wasn’t still in diapers. When messing around in the back yard with the hose, Lauren actually took off her bikini top and wrapped the hose around her boobs! “How do you like my new ‘tube’ top, sweetie-pie?”, she winked. Kayla laughed as I turned beet-red, actually glad for once that I was in puffy diapers that hid my rapidly-growing erection.
Lauren then nodded to Kayla – an apparently prearranged signal since Kayla then yanked down my gym shorts, completely exposing my white diaper. I was just thankful mom hadn’t put me in my super-childish printed garanimals one before she’d left for work that morning.
“Sweetie, it’s summertime. It’s hot. It’s ok if you go around with your diaper uncovered. If you ask me, you look cuter that way. Now, run along and play, but make sure to come back to me for a diaper check and maybe a change. If you don’t make a wet diaper yourself, I might just have to chase you with this hose and GIVE you a wet diaper. Such a scrumptious diaper boy!”
I knew that Lauren had a devilishly twisted side to her, and that if I failed to wet my diaper on my own then she’d do exactly as she’d threatened – she would chase me down with the hose until she’d successfully soaked it for me.
Little sis Kayla never even gave me the chance. With no warning, she tackled me from behind and refused to let me up; unfortunately, she’s been stronger than me since early elementary school. “Get him NOW, Lauren! Wet the baby boy now!”
With a wicked gleam in her beautiful eyes, Lauren unwrapped her “tube top” garden hose from around her chest, setting her gloriously firm bosoms free, and sprayed me thoroughly, even working the nozzle directly into the gap between my tummy and the front of the diaper. I redoubled my efforts to escape my sister’s grip but was no more successful in getting away than I’d ever been. Or ever will be.
I was crying involuntarily in helpless embarrassment … but man oh man, what an unforgettably everlasting memorable up-close-and-personal view of Lauren’s feminine charms, right in my tear-strewn face! Kayla laughed, “I know where mom’s stashed some really cute girly floral-print diapers for him to wear when he’s either been mean or acting like a sissy. And look, sissyboy is crying!”
Soon afterwards, I was dressed in a daffodil-and-daisy diaper print in front of Lauren and Kayla, with nothing to put over them so they could be hidden. Of course Lauren was still topless, and Kayla was now following her example. And thus began my life of associating arousal with emasculation and sissy diapered shame.
Good morning Phillip! I like the cute stylish matching outfit you’ve put together for school this morning, but your mom wants you wearing this nautical-themed sailor dress since your class is taking a field trip down to the wharf to go on board a naval vessel to learn all about where real sailors work and what all kinds of work they do to serve our country.
Also, I’m afraid that you didn’t manage to stay dry last night, so you know what that means. Unfortunately you’ll have to wear a diaper underneath this adorable frilly short hem. I know it’s embarrassing, but you know the rules – whenever you’ve wet overnight, you’ll be in diapers all the following day, whether in school, in church, at the beach, on the football field, at a school dance, wherever – it doesn’t matter. Hopefully that will help encourage you to try harder to control your overactive bladder. Remember, big boys who stay dry don’t have to wear diapers.
Let’s get you changed now.
I’ve already texted your teacher about me accompanying you and your class on your field trip today, since you’ll be needing a diaper change at some point. Probably multiple times. I’ll be holding your hand at ALL other times during the trip so that you don’t wander off and get lost, and also that you don’t stumble and fall. A working shipboard environment with its narrow passageways, steep stairwells, and slippery decks can be quite a dangerous place for a young fellow in hard-soled Mary Jane buckled shoes.
Oh, don’t be that way. The dress is soooo adorable; I’m sure your giggling female classmates will appreciate it even if your sneering male classmates won’t. But don’t worry – what do those silly boys know about appreciating pretty fashions anyway? Being dumb immature boys, they’ll probably just want to try and get a peek at your diaper whenever they’re behind you while walking up the gangway, climbing up stairs, or shinnying up a deck ladder. Which reminds me, I need to check your dresser to try and find you a rhumba-style lacy panty that stretches over your diaper enough to at least partly try to conceal it from all your classmates’ curious, nosy prying eyes.
“Yes sweetie, it IS a onesie, just like the ones you wear. Only, mine doesn’t have cartoon prints on it. And of course I don’t have a puffy diaper underneath. Awww, don’t cry. You know you’re my darling diaper baby. Mommy gets to wear just the onesie with nothing underneath because she can keep her pants dry. I know you’ll make it to the potty on time, one day. Just not today. I know that look, crinklebutt. Come on, let’s get you changed before you get a diaper rash.”
“I want you to get in the pool with me. I know your diaper will swell up, but that’s the point. Yes, I just changed you, so you’re not wet yet but, let’s be honest, you will be soon. Why not cool down with Mommy in the pool? I’ll admit, I want to see your diaper ballooning so huge that you can’t walk. So what are you waiting for? Oh. Absolutely not. That diaper is not coming off until it is hanging off your hips and between your knees. You can either do that by pissing yourself all day long, or by hopping in the pool to swim with Mommy. It’s your choice, diaper boy.”
Diapered Sassy 