sissychristi:

It had been such a ordeal for Chris. Kidnapped and put back into diapers by the strong, dominant man who went by ‘Daddy,’ Chris could feel his resistance slowly breaking. He was forced to listen to hypnosis all day every day and watch videos of sissies wearing diapers. In each video they looked so happy and their diapers brought them so much pleasure. Chris began to think that maybe his diapers could bring him that pleasure too. But a part of him still held out, still resisted.

Daddy would walk around naked, his massive cock swinging and constantly reminding Chris of his inferior, diapered state. With each passing day, Chris began to think of his position as more correct. He was a diaper boy, Daddy was a real man. Little diaper boys deserved to submit to real men, serving and following orders. The one command Chris had been resisting above all others was to mess his diaper. He’d wet countless times, but he had kept his diapers clean so far.

Chris woke up one day and it hit him. He knew what he had to do. It made no sense to keep resisting. He wasn’t strong enough anyway. Better to give in. So Chris got up on his knees, stuck his pink diapered butt out, and pushed. He could feel his masculinity leaving him as the squishy mess fell into the diaper. It felt so good to finally give in, to be a good girl, to accept that he was a diapered sissy princess. 

“Daddy!” Christi called, feeling docile and obedient. “Can I have a diaper change?”