Formerly Sissy Christi

“I know exactly the type of boy you are. Chasing girls and using the potty were never in the cards. Deep down, you’d rather spend your weekends at home, under Mommy’s thumb, wrapped in a thick diaper. Don’t worry. You can admit it. Just imagine peeing and pooing to your heart’s content. No need to worry. Your diaper will take care of it all. And when you’ve filled your diaper until it’s almost leaking, Mommy will swoop in to change you into a fresh new one. There’s nothing to fear, nothing to worry about. All you have to do is relax and give in to your urges. Such a good diaper boy for Mommy. Let’s get you changed into a fresh diaper before you spring a leak!”

“Did you pick any strawberries? Seems like somebody was too busy filling his diapers to fill up the strawberry basket. It’s ok sweetie. Mommy will feed you some of her strawberries, just like Mommy feeds you from her breasts. Now, why don’t we go inside and we can see about changing that stinky diaper. I know what kind of messes boys like you make - big ones! We can’t have you getting a diaper rash. Then after I put you in a clean, fresh diaper, I’ll feed you some of my strawberries before pulling out my boobies for your afternoon breastfeeding. Does that sound nice? I know it does. You’ve been such a good boy, messing your diapers and all, Mommy might reward you by letting you make a creamy in your diaper. Who knows? Now, run along to the changing pad and we’ll get you all cleaned up!”

“So, if these really *are* your diapers, and you want to step forward and claim them, I don’t mind. In fact, if diapers are something you need, I’d be happy to help. Little boys in diapers need their Stepmommies to change them when they’ve had accidents. It’s just the perfectly natural way of the world. So with that being said, I’ll ask one more time: do you know anything about these diapers?”

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On the rare occasion she found herself without supervision, Christi sometimes was naughty and touched herself. Daddy always spanks her so hard, but she can’t help herself. Luckily there’s always a thick, absorbent diaper on Christi’s bottom to catch any messes she makes!

“What’s wrong hun? Having trouble sleep… Oh my. That is a large wet patch. Sweetie, we had a talk about your night time accidents. You know what happens when you keep wetting the bed. You didn’t have an accident? Well, how come your PJs are wet, then? You did it on purpose to show that you need to be a little boy? Awww, honey. You didn’t have to soak your pants and bed to show mommy that. You could have just asked. Come into mommy’s room. I kept the diapers because I had a feeling this might happen. Once I get you changed into a thick overnight diaper, you can cuddle with mommy for the night. I’ll deal with your wet sheets in the morning. I have a feeling I’ll be changing more around here than just your diapers. Come on, little one, let’s get you diapered again.”

Take Christi here. She has accepted her diapers, and that she no longer controls her bodily functions. We see her with a fresh poopy diaper, which she does not like. But in just a few days, after extra hypnosis and double doses of Pink Drink, Christi will be totally naked except for a dirty diaper, bouncing to squish the mess and oh so desperate for the Alpha Daddy attention she craves. It’s inevitable, if slower than some other girls. The Diaper Harem always wins.

“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.”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to believe that you DON’T want to wear diapers again? Sweetie, is there something you’re not telling me? It’s ok. It’s perfectly fine to want diapers again. Even though most people your age have been potty trained for decades, you can wet and mess yourself in a disposable diaper if you want. I’m not here to judge. Now, be honest with me. Do you want to wear a diaper?”

We see Ashley and Traci here, thickly diapered and stinking up the whole room. They couldn’t be happier, though. When each girl leaves today, she is going to ask her Mommy if she can have a play date with her new best friend. And to think, none of this would have been possible without the progressive tactics of PostSchool!

We see Ashley and Traci here, thickly diapered and stinking up the whole room. They couldn’t be happier, though. When each girl leaves today, she is going to ask her Mommy if she can have a play date with her new best friend. And to think, none of this would have been possible without the progressive tactics of PostSchool!

“Now, did somebody make a stinky? I thought as much. That’s all right. Let’s get you changed. Right here, in the field. Oh, don’t you worry your silly little head. The only people who could see are the cows. Come along now, let’s get you out of that stinky full diaper before you get a diaper rash. Who’s a good diaper boy? It’s you.”

For some reason, Tumblr decided to reinstate my blog. Just like that, *poof*, I’m back. Very strange. I’m going to keep my other blog, @2sissy2christi, as a backup, in case the dread specter of the Tumblr ban ever rears its ugly head again. For now, I’d ask you all to follow me there, just in case. And I guess rejoice that we are back on the air, publishing live, right here on the original main feed. I’ll write some of that good smut that I know you all like, I promise.