Baby Captions For Boys, Girls, And Sissies

Nicola had been having accidents at school for months. Her mum got fed up of the almost daily phone calls from the nurse’s office asking her to collect her wet daughter, so she decided to put the teenage girl in pullups under her school uniform.

Nicola’s mum had given her one simple incentive to keep trying to use the toilet: if she made it home from school in a dry pullup, she would be allowed to use the toilet at home. If she came home and was wet, she would be changed out of her school uniform and into a nappy, with the toilet off limits until she next went to school.

Today Nicola had come home with her pullup sagging between her thighs. Her mum, expecting the teenager to have wet herself, sighed with resignation as she stripped her daughter. She then laid her on the sofa and changed her wet pullup for a nice, dry nappy and pulled a short t-shirt over her head. 

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.

The 18-year-old checked his phone and saw a text from his 15-year-old cousin Allison. It was a picture, no words. A pair of plastic pants hanging on a clothesline. To be more accurate they were Sam’s plastic pants hanging on his Aunt Joan’s clothesline. To be even more accurate they were his “plastic panties,” using the verbiage Joan insisted on. He felt like crying when he saw it. That bitch. She sent it at the exact time she knew he was getting this award, she must have been watching the livestream online.

For four years he’d been sent to his aunt’s house on the lake for four weeks each summer. His parents thought he loved it. Instead he dreaded every moment. The first year there, he’d taunted his then-11-year-old cousin Allison when she wet the bed. From that moment on, his aunt had enforced strict diaper discipline on Sam. “You think it’s funny? We’ll see.” Allison had never wet the bed again but every summer for four weeks Sam was regressed and treated like a baby girl. Full-time diapers, dresses, bonnets, pacis, spankings, enemas, playpens and, yes, plastic panties. They were hung out on the clothesline and all of Joan’s neighbors knew about her nephew and his summer punishments. They were quite used to seeing him crawl around on a blanket in the yard in his diapees and panties. Some even babysat for him when Joan took Allison to the movies. Why didn’t he ever tell his parents? Well, what teenage boy is going to admit to being treated like this? Especially to parents who saw him as an athletic god?

The editor Henry got the original email.

“Marcus Strobe and his second wife, Millicent, are proud to announce they are the parents of a bouncing adult baby. Nineteen-year-old Mike Strobe was born on Feb. 15, 2020, when his stepmommy finally got sick of his shenanigans and disrespect, spanked him in front of his girlfriend, sent her on her way, then put Mike back into Pampers. Forever! The new adult baby weighs 155 pounds and poops his diapers 3 times a day. Millicent is just so proud of how well-behaved he is and he now with pride wears his diapers and Pampers shirt to the mall where he sees all his old friends. He still has to get spanked when he complains about being changed in the women’s restroom in front of all the girls, but maybe someday that will stop too! The Strobes are announcing a baby shower for March 1. All are welcome to attend.”

Henry asked his assistant editor Maria what she thought.

“They sent in the $25 fee for the ad?”

“Yep.”

Karen arrived at 4:45 and asked where her daughter’s husband, Mike, was.

“Well, that’s what I wanna show you!” Meg replied with excitement. She took her mom’s coat and purse and walked her down to the hall, to the old spare room that they hadn’t done anything with in years, despite Karen telling them “you two, it would make a great nursery some day.” She wasn’t sure how many more hints she could drop that she wanted a fucking grandchild.

When they stepped in, Karen gasped. The room HAD been turned into a nursery. A giant nursery for a giant baby. And there, in the huge crib...was that Mike? “Meg? Is he sleeping? Is he tied down? What is happening?”

“Yeah, little guy is down for the night,” Meg replied casually.

“For the night? It’s 5!” Karen said.

“Oh yeah, 4:30 is as late as he’s allowed to stay up. Little boys get into too many naughty things any later. So yeah, he now goes to bed by 4:30. As you can see I finally took your advice to get a nursery. Mom, the reason we couldn’t have grandkids is because little Mikey here couldn’t get it up. It was SO frustrating. So one night I told him I couldn’t expect a babydick to give me a baby and he just lost it. Well I had to put him over my knee, spank him and send him to bed. Then I did some online research and...well, here you go. He’s now in diapers all the time. He spends most of his time in the nursery. And he still fights his bed time so I have to strap him down into the crib. I’ll come in around 11 and change him before I go to bed.”

“But, his job? His family?”

“Now, Claire, I know you want to go comfort him but I need you to just stay by me. He needs to learn he has no say. Okay, Lacey, now take your right thumb and stick it deep into your mouth. That’s it. That’s a good girl. See, Claire, when you reward him by saying he’s a good girl it implants in his brain even more that he’s now a girl. Now suck on that thumb good, Lacey. Like it’s a big old cock. Oh, no! Was that a scary phrase! It’s okay baby. Now I know you’re even more scared so suck even more on the thumb. AGain, Claire, reinforcing his behavior, very important. Okay, now Lacey, I want you to gaze down and stare at your diaper. Your diaper. Your thick, crinkly, bulging diaper. They are Pampers, Lacey. Lacey wears Pampers. That’s it. Keep looking. LAcey is going to be in diapers forever. No more nights out with the boys. No more hijinks with female coworkers. Diapers and girlie fun things forever. Now when you feel the poopy oozing into your Pampers, I want you to keep looking at it and keep that dress yanked up so we can see. Lacey! I know those girls over there are looking over and laughing. Ignore them. Babies have no say, anywhere about anything. If we change your messy diapers right here in front of everyone, you will just accept it. If I spank you right over by the slide you will take it. If I ask that single mom over there to lend a hand while I powder you up and make you into a Pampers pussy, you will obey. You can cry but there will be no whining. That’s it. Suck and mess. Suck and mess. Suck and mess your diapers. Suck and mess your diapers. Awww, baby’s in a stupefied trance. Now why don’t you fondle the front of your Pampers a bit, sweetie. Just a nice little rub. You know you aren’t ever going to be inside a woman again, right? No more pussy. Pampers not pussy is my motto and I’m 5 for 5 in getting men off of one and into the other. That’s it. Pampers forever for Lacey. See, Claire, he’ll get used to it.”

“A is for Attends. Attends were the first adult diaper I bought in the store when I was 19 and I wish I could go back in time and maybe I wouldn’t be cursed with this fetish.

“B is for buttplug. Mommy makes me wear a buttplug six hours a day so my pussy is ready for men.”

“C is for cock. I no longer have a cock. I have a clitty. Real men have cocks. Mommy gets cock from my brother now. I will one day be a cocksucker.”

“D is for diapers. Diapers are my entire reason for living. I want to be trapped in them 24/7 for the rest of my life. I want to be able to think about nothing but diapers.”

“E is for escalated. Things escalated in our household when mommy went from letting me wear diapers once a month to turning me into a sissy diaper slave 24/7.”

“F is for fucking. I will only cum from now on by fucking my diapers. Mommy will be fucking all the former men in my life.”

“G is for goo-goo gah-gah. When mommy is done retraining my brain, I will only be able to mutter goo-goo-, gah-gah. Adult words will be impossible.”

“H is for hell. I am in a diaper hell that is impossible to escape.”

“I is for incontinent. I am now incontinent and it is nothing like my fantasies were. I need diapers because I pee and poop in them because I’m incontinent.”

“J is for jerking off. I used to jerk off into wet Pampers unsupervised but the days of rub and tug are long gone. Now I will only rub the outside of my diapers.”

“K is for kites. It was humiliating when mommy took me to the park in a diaper and skirt and had me fly a kite in front of everyone.”

“L is for lobotomy. Mommy says if I don’t listen to her and accept my baby life that she knows a doctor who will give me a lobotomy and turn me into a drooling, mindless diapered stump.”

“M is for mommy. Mommy makes all decisions in my life now. Mommy changes me. Mommy spanks me. Mommy loves me. Mommy humiliates me.”

“N is for nanny. I’m scared to meet my new nanny tomorrow, a 20-year-old from England who enjoys tormenting adult babies. Mommy said my new nanny is very pretty with big titties.”

“O is for operation. Mommy says one day I will get the operation to turn me into a girl forever.”

“P is for Pampers. I wear Pampers, I love my Pampers, I squirt into my Pampers. Mommy likes calling them Pampers to emasculate me even more and says that’s what bedwetting sluts like me have to be in all the time.”

“Q is for question. I will never ever question mommy’s whims. If she thinks I need to be put into an institution and kept strapped down forever in my diapers, I will not question it.”

“R is for retribution. Mommy regressing me is retribution for me sleeping with her cousin.”

“S is for Sarah. Sarah is the name of mommy’s cousin I slept with. Next week mommy will take me to Sarah’s house in poopy Pampers and ask her if she still wants to sleep with me.”

“T is for transformed. Mommy has transformed me from a successful salesman to a mindless, foolish, diaper-loving moron.”

“U is for upset. I get upset when mommy leaves me in poopy Pampers for 24 hours straight and I start bawling and mommy has to spank me.”

“W is for wet. I’m not allowed to tell adults when I am wet. They have to give me a diaper check or see the wetness indicator on my Pampers.”

“X is for X-rated. I am only allowed to watch X-rated gay sissy porn now. Mommy is training me to want only cock and to one day be an X-rated performer myself.”

“Y is for yes. When someone asks if I wear diapers I say yes. If someone in the store asks if I pooped my Pampers I say yes. When the doctor asks if I’m happy with mommy I say yes.”

“Z is for zoo. Mommy says she might donate me to the local zoo so I will be caged with the other animals. She thinks people will pay big bucks to come to the zoo and see a diapered sissy in captivity.

All done, mommy.”

“What a good, horny baby girl you are now! Go on, baby. Grind that wand deep into your diapers for me. Show me how desperately you want to cum… You know you want to, honey…

“Oh, I know it’s difficult being back in diapers when you haven’t got the slightest hint of a diaper fetish. It must be so incredibly humiliating for you, forced to sit in that playpen, grinding and sucking and exhibiting yourself in such very different ways than a slutty young woman like you is used to. But hey! So what if you’re not used to being a baby for me, honey? Didn’t you tell me when we were dating that you loved trying new things?

“Remember what that diaper training book said? The one I found online? Let’s see, I think I have it here somewhere… Ah, here it is - one of my favorite passages:

If you wish to instill in your Little a truly irreversible dependence upon diapers, do not simply rely upon ‘push’ mechanisms such as locking plastic pants, bondage mittens, locking sleepers, catheters, and the like that enforce involuntary soiling (although of course these may be used as often as necessary!). These methods should always be supplemented with even more important ‘pull’ mechanisms that will encourage your new baby to willingly and of their own free action strengthen their growing bond with diapers.

Do they want candy? Give it to them, on the condition that they wet their diaper for you. Are they crying for a change? Change them - but only after they consume another bottle of prune juice. Are they horny little babies? Encourage them to grind in their diapers, give them a magic wand - or better still, make their changes, food, or any other desirable thing conditional upon them making an adorable little orgasm in their diapers. The end goal of all this? To teach them to associate pleasure with padding, enjoyment with incontinence, and sex with submission…

“So, sweetie… Do you think you’re learning well with the ‘pull’ factor of that wand? It certainly looks like it to me! Go on, look me in the eye as you force our wand deeper into your crinkling double diaper. Feel how helpless you are to cum any other way, now that you’re securely locked away in your fluffy padding. And remember… every orgasm you have from now on, sweetie, will all happen in that wonderfully soft bulk of your diapers. And with enough repetitions, I’m sure we’ll eventually convert you into a diaper slut who literally won’t be able to get off any other way!

“Now, now, no whimpering! Keep on going, baby - or you just might end up with a double-dose of laxatives in your ba-ba tonight!”

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