sissychristi:

“Do you want to join us? Silly boy, you’re not big enough ‘down there’ to be our Daddy. Might as well wrap you up in diapers and make you another diapered girly princess. It’s ok, trust us. You’ll just be one of the girls. Pink diapers, tutus, you won’t ever have to worry about feeling masculine ever again! Won’t it be nice? Come on, we’ve got poopy playtime to get to, so get a diaper on and let’s play!”

sissychristi:

“Do you have a minute? We need to talk. Your performance lately has been..somewhat lacking. Is everything ok? Stress can be a real detriment to your productivity. You know, I might have a solution.”

“You probably didn’t read the fine print of your contract when we hired you, but the corporate daycare is available to any employee, not just their kids. Of course, nobody takes the Corporation up on this opportunity. But if you needed or wanted to let go of all these adult worries for a little while, well, that can be arranged.”

“Let me be clear. Adults who go into corporate daycare are kept sequestered in their own space, deep within the vast complex that makes up the Corporation. You’d be put in diapers, kept in a crib. Nap time and diaper changes would replace meetings and calendar reminders. You might even be breastfed. So, does that all sound like something you want to try? All right, I had a feeling you might say that. Take my hand and follow me. We’ll get you out of that suit and into a nice fresh diaper right away!”

sissychristi:

A Fantasy from the mind of Sissy Christi (Yes that’s actually me)

Jason had always struggled with being assertive. He was naturally passive, but his parents and his teachers always pressured him to assert himself, to be a leader rather than a follower. All through adolescence and now into college Jason struggled to be who others wanted him to be. In truth, all he wanted was to lay back and let someone else decide for him.

Jason went online to see what he could find. Even in the online forums, he felt the need to pretend, to put on a strong face. Not even the anonymity of the internet could break the internalized role Jason thought he should play, even though it felt so wrong. But then, Jason met Him.

“Stop pretending, bitch boy,” the Man typed. Jason had no idea how he’d seen through the facade so quickly. “I mainly like girls, but lately I’ve been looking for a beta boi to train and turn into my slave. You seem like a good fit.”

For some reason, the Man’s words stuck Jason to his very core. He was like a schoolgirl swooning over his first crush. Jason responded to every message as soon as he could, and waited anxiously for the Man to reply. Soon the Man knew who Jason was and every other detail that mattered.

“You will meet me at the address below,” the Man commanded. 

Jason left immediately. When Jason reached the house an enormous Man opened the door. Jason knew exactly who it was.

“Come in, boy.” 

Jason scurried to obey. 

“Strip.” 

Jason was naked in an instant, a little embarrassed at his nudity but also excited by what the Man might do. A powerful, muscled arm pointed towards the bed. Jason was incredibly nervous, but bent over and spread his cheeks like he thought the Man wanted. A deep chuckle made Jason feel even more humiliated, and oddly turned on.

“You really are a little bitch, aren’t you?” The Man said. It wasn’t really a question. “I can see your little pecker standing at attention. Pathetic. Don’t you worry, I’ll be fucking you before long, but there are a few steps before that. Lay down on your back.”

Confused, Jason nonetheless wasted no time in laying down. Now the Man’s bulk was evident, looming over Jason’s scrawny frame. Laying on the bed, legs spread wide, totally vulnerable, Jason’s little dick stood as hard as it could, all four inches of it. This provoked another laugh from the Man who was busy fetching something from the side of the room. Jason’s eyes bulged when he saw it.

It was a Diaper. Not just any Diaper, but a Pink Diaper with princess designs. The Man also carried baby wipes and baby powder. Jason was knew, with more assurance than anything he had ever known in life, that he would be wearing that Diaper in just a few moments.

Soon Jason’s little dick was wrapped tightly in his Pink Diaper. It felt like a culmination of so many things. Jason knew the Man, who he might as well start thinking of as Daddy, would be making all the decisions from now on. Strangely, this was perfectly ok for little Jason. He rocked back and forth, crinkling loudly in his Diaper and feeling it rub against his dick. Jason had a feeling he was going to like wearing Diapers. He looked up and could see Daddy was already stroking. He gave a small nod to Jason, who slid off the bed and crawled over as Daddy dropped his pants. Time for Jason to show Daddy how thankful he was for his new predicament. So much better to follow orders than to think for yourself. Jason was content to be Daddy’ Diapered little Dickslave, and Daddy was only too happy to oblige the little slut. 

sissychristi:

Many young adults try postschool on a whim. There are generous trial programs that allow new students to spend a week or two in diapers, carefree as their first childhood. This, however, would not be a productive business model. Dr. Regina Masterson, the genius behind postschool, knew she had to retain the valuable paying customers who were just trying postschool for a week. 

In secret, Dr. Masterson developed a hypnosis program that would slowly erode a viewer’s ability to function as an adult. She ordered the staff at all the postschools to layer the hypnosis in with the cartoons that regularly play on monitors throughout the rooms. The adults playing at regression can’t help but be enthralled by the bright colors and sing-song tone, totally unaware that their brains are being rewritten. Soon they are unable to look away, unable to use the potty, and unable to be adults. Then the postschool becomes as necessary as the thick diapers they are required to wear from Day One.

Emily here is an excellent example. She and a few friends joined a postschool together, thinking it would be a nice vacation from adult responsibility. Now little Emmy sits completely entranced. She sucks on her pacifier like her life depends on it. She absently plays with the remote, though it is just (you wouldn’t give a baby any electronics). Most importantly, little Emmy helplessly fills her diaper with smelly poo. She is totally oblivious to the warm mush filling the seat of her diaper. Soon the caregivers will come around and give Emmy a gold star before whisking her off to the changing table. Another day, another diaper, another helpless, addicted addition to the postschool.