“Okay, you’re ready, Missy?”
Michael as he was legally known as stared stupefied at Mrs. Hanson. Only two weeks earlier he had led his buddies into an annual egging and TPing marathon around town. Harmless fun. Until Miss Hanson contacted Michael’s mother and said the egging had caused $4,500 worth of damage, “making it a felony and since your boy is 18, that means he’d be going to big boys prison upstate.”
Michael’s mother was horrified. Her son was only a month from starting college. She couldn’t have her precious boy go to prison. “But. I have an alternative. He comes over to my house and fixes everything. And lives under my roof and my rules for two weeks. Works off the charges and that’s that. He can go on with his life.”
Michael had been uneasy with the idea but what choice did he have? Two weeks wouldn’t be so bad. Do some painting or some other shit.
Only Miss Hanson didn’t have any desire in seeing Michael clean up the mess he’d made. She’d hire someone to do that. No, she wanted to ruin this naughty boy. It made her panties wet thinking about what she was going to do to the arrogant jock.
And she’d done it. Michael had been ruthlessly spanked his first half hour in the home and every day since. He’d been given ice-cold baths. He’d had his “pussy” cleaned out. She’d forced him into Pampers, and feminized him thoroughly. “Your mother is getting a nice surprise,” she’d taunted the fairy at one point. “I can’t wait to see her try and say you’re still going to college.”
The sissy had been messing and wetting himself nonstop since then. He’d been hypnotized and brainwashed. he’d been forced to suck the cocks of strangers Miss Hanson brought over. They’d also taken his ass and it was all on video and already all over the internet. “Jock feminized, diapered exposed” was the title of one video on Pornhub, one of dozens.
Now it was time to take the sissy home. She held him outside her home for awhile, letting the neighbor girls get a glimpse at the diapered queer, barefoot and barely recognizable. He waddled to the car, crying as he imagined his mother and sisters seeing him. His thoughts were all muddled these days but he still was able to curse the idea of egging Miss Hanson’s house.
He was wearing a poopy diaper, “So your mother can see you have no control and that she’s going to have to go with you to college and keep you in fresh Pampers if she wants a college boy.”
Of course Miss Hanson knew there would be no college. She was counting on Michael’s mother being so frazzled and distraught that she would take her up on the offer of taking “the poor thing in full-time. I was just going to do this as a one-day thing but I’m afraid he had a breakdown and now is like this maybe permanently,” would be the line.
Again Miss Hanson felt her panties moisten. Was there anything hotter than turning a teenage jock into a sissified pansy stuck in diaper jail forever? No.
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