Padded Apocalypse Bunker (INACTIVE)

Gemma lay in her crib, attempting to sleep. It was no good, it was just too difficult to sleep. As she turned over onto her side, she shot a tiny, watery cummie into her diaper. As she moaned very slightly from the feeling, she curled up hoping that the vibrating butt plug in her would run out of charge soon.

How was she supposed to sleep at this time anyway. She’s had her nap in the afternoon and woken up at 4, now only 3 hours later she was back in the crib for the night. Gemma decided there was nothing for it but to think about life and the questions she had. Would she ever leave this place again? She had been there for a few months now and there was very little sign that Daddy wanted to give her up. Would she ever have sex with a woman again? She had been having more sex than ever before since she got here, just with men like Daddy and his friends. Could she even have sex with a woman anymore? Would her penis even get hard? It had been in a cage for so long now and hadn’t felt hard for a while. Was she about to cum again? Yes.

“Boom!” yelled his daddy and owner Bill, who’d set up this perverted scene with his diaper sissy Timmy and Timmy’s parents, who sat on the couch next to Bill in his shabby apartment as he showed them just exactly what he’d turned their son into.

“See, still a pretty athletic fella,” he told the sissy’s dad. The sissy’s dad remembered him being a Division I gymnast at the University of Minnesota. Remembered his son flying through the air. Now....what the fuck had he just watched. He had initially refused to come but his wife had convinced him. “He’s still our son,” she’d said. Was he?

The diapered sissy now started crying as he rolled into a ball on the floor. His daddy had told him he’d get spanked if he couldn’t do a headstand for 10 seconds for his parents. Why’d his daddy have to be so mean. Fearful, he felt himself wetting his thick Pampers. His mom saw the diapers filling from her seat and sighed, saying, “Oh, Timothy. Timothy, Timothy, Timothy.” She was of course no less appalled than her husband at what her son had become but she did still love him, in whatever form this was. And a mother worries about things like diaper rashes on her kids.

“Um, Bill, may I, um, can I. Um, may I change him?”

“Of course, Mom,” Bill beamed. “Extra diapers in the bedroom.”

She excused herself and came in with the giant diaper, rolled her son onto his back and stared lovingly into her tearful eyes. He started bucking till his new daddy warned him to settle down. “Or I’ll add to the spanking.”

The sissy started sucking his thumb as his mother removed his diaper and let out a small gasp at his shaven pubes, his shrunken cock and the pink cage encasing it. “Oh, Timothy,” she said again. Her Division I athlete. Right here in all his glory. She toyed with the cage a bit, not exactly knowing what it was but assuming it kept her son from cumming. She lovingly cleaned him and then taped him back into his fresh diapers as the fag continued to suck his thumb.

“For fuck’s sake.” That was her husband from the couch. And that was the sign it was time to go. “Okay, um, well, we’ll see you later, TImothy,” she said to the feminized diapered wimp. “Um, maybe your, um, daddy can bring you over for Easter?”

“Love to!” Bill said. “I assume the whole family will be there?”

“Shhh, simmer down, sissy,” his daddy now told him. His daddy was also diapered but there was no doubt about who the dom was in this relationship and who the slut was. The one who sucked cock. The one who got ass fucked. The one who got spanked. The one who slept tied up in a crib each night. The one who got loaned out to his daddy’s friends.

“Absolutely not, Tommy! Last time i let you wear my panties instead of a diaper Mom made ME wear Pampers for a whole weekend!”

“Oh wow! ONE weekend! I’ve had to wear them for the last TEN YEARS!”

“Well that’s YOUR fault! YOU’RE the one that couldn’t keep the sheets dry! YOU’RE the one that was always acting up as a teenager! And now YOU’RE the one that flunked out of college and can’d hold a steady job! Now hold still! Mom gave me permission to spank you, you know! I wanna have a party tonight so you better not act up while the girls are here!”

“Awww Jesus, Jessie! A party?! Really?! Everyone’s gonna see me like this!”

“Oh quit your whining, most of my friends already know you wear Pampers any way!”

“You told them?!”

“Well SOME of them! Sometimes you make me really mad…and some of them have seen your room. The twins Stephanie and Tiffany heard the crinkle and saw the bulge under your pants the other day when you were at the coffee shop…”

“God damnit! I’m telling Mom you’re having a party! No way i’m letting everyone see me in Pampers!!”

“Alright alright fine! I’ll make you a deal…if you promise not to tell Mom… i’ll let you wear my panties tomorrow…”

“Awww man Jessie! That would be great! Anything other than these stupid diap—“

“BUT, you have to wear the Pampers tonight!”

“What?! Why?”

“Because i…kind of promised Stephanie and Tiffany i’d let them change one of your poopy diapers…”

“You what?! No way!”

“Please?! They’ve been BEGGING me to let them do it ever since they found out you wear them! Come on…they already know…and i promise they’ll be the only ones who get to see you tonight!”

“….and i get panties tomorrow?”

“Yes! I’ll even see if i can get Stephanie or Tiffany to give you a pair of theirs!”

“…no i don’t want them to know i wear panties too!”

“Come ON Tommy! Just do it! You never know…maybe if they see how hard your little…thingy…gets during a diaper change…they might wanna play with it!”

“You think?!”

“Idk maybe…they’re both kinda slutty, and they seem weirdly turned on by the whole diaper thing!”

“…one diaper change tonight…just Stephanie and Tiffany…panties tomorrow. Deal?”

“I do…sometimes. I just…didn’t think you would make me wear them all the time…”

“Well why the fuck would I let you wear normal underwear if this is obviously what you prefer? Not to mention you haven’t woken up with a dry diaper in god knows how long. I’m not sure you could keep your undies clean at this point if you tried…”

“I…i probably could…i think. But still, just because i’m in a diaper doesn’t mean we can’t have sex! We haven’t had sex in months…”

“How exactly do you expect me to have sex with you while you’re in a diaper? Do you think that tiny cock of yours is big enough to slip out the top or sides and have any leftover to still fit inside me? Even when you weren’t behind 2 inches of padding I could still barely even feel you…”

“But I at least…want to try.”

“No. I’m sorry. This is what you wanted. You wanted to wear diapers, so now you’re going to have to deal with everything that comes with that. That means wearing them all the time. That means messing in them. And that means you don’t get to have sex while you’re in them. Well…not in the traditional way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you don’t get to hump my warm wet pussy, you only get to hump your warm wet diapers.”

“B-but I…”

Shane stood limp-dicked at the edge of his bed. Moments earlier his buddies had knocked at the door and introduced him to Sheena, who bullied her way into his room and told him his friends had paid for an hour of services for him.

“Your buddies said you’re 23 and hardly ever have been with a girl. They don’t want your first trip to Vegas to happen without a bang. So come on.”

With that she stripped and climbed on all fours, an enticing sight for any man. Well, most men. But Shane couldn’t get hard, even as he tried his hardest.

She noticed and finally turned, stared at his still-limp worm and laughed. “Oh, sweetie. It’s okay. Honestly. I get paid either way and if I don’t have to take dick that’s fine. But hon, I think you need to talk to your friends. Come here, sweetie, sit on my lap.”

Mutely he approached and was suddenly on her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I know some things about men. So, let’s find out about you. She started teasing his little clit. “So you don’t like pussy. What about cock? You a faggot?”

His cock stayed soft.

“Hmmm. Okay. Not gay. Oh, are you a dominant? Wanna spank my ass?”

Limp.

“All right, okay. So I bet you’re a submissive, huh?”

A stirring.

“And you want to be encased in leather?”

Nothing.

“Okay. Ohhhh, you wanna be a little girl? Panties and bras and lace?”

Now a full spasm of hardness and precum from his joystick. “Oh, sweetie. You wanna be a sissy? Want me to dress you up?”

Hardness.

“Is that all? You seem really shy and meek, more than typical sissy even. Maybe my little girl wants her...diapers? Her pink Pampers?”

He started mewling and his cock rocked a full 3 inches as she laughed. “Awww.” She guided his thumb to his mouth and told him to suck it like a good girl. “Don’t take it out or mommy will spank.”

“So. My little girl wants to be in diapers. And I bet suck on pacifiers? Wants to pee and poop himself and be laughed at as a sissy diaper girl? So maybe mommy should get you some diapers. Tape you up. Get you into a little dress and show you off to your friends? Huh:? I could walk you on the casino floor, parade you around on a leash? HAve the cocktail girls give you diaper checks? You like that, diapergirl? and maybe I can even pimp you out, make some dough? Wanna be a diapered sissy streetwalker? Come on, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

Kristin had just started walking to the kitchen when her neighbor Mark greeted her, showing off his wet diapers and saying, “Miss Kristin, I peepee my Pampers, pwease change me.”

Now he was saying it again. “Pwease change me, Miss Kristin.”

She put a hand on his face and looked him in the eyes. “Marky, I’m not a sitter who changes diapers, k? Your wife just needed someone to watch you for two hours because the normal sitters couldn’t make it and my night classes at the juco were called off. So she told me to just make sure you didn’t make a run for the door. Looking like this, I can’t see you doing that. But I’m not changing your Pampers. I don’t care if you piss or shit in them, I”m not changing a 30-year-old’s diaper. So just go in your pen and keep watching Barney, okay? I’ll give you your snack in like 30 minutes. But only if you’re good and stop babbling and go sit in your pen. Will be you be good girl for Miss Kristin?”

The dumb, overgrown diaper baby looked baffled that a girl in charge of him wouldn’t change him. That’s what women in his life did now. Diapered him, checked his diapers, changed his diapers, repeat.

“Pwease change me, Miss Kristin,” he repeated.

Jesus! Finally Kristin took him by the ear and marched him back to the living room and practically tossed him in the pen. “Sit! Goddamn it, you sissy. I’m not changing your diapers. Sit there. Watch TV. Do. Not. Move. And you just lost your chance at a treat.”

But the *real* fun comes after about 2 weeks. When you’ve been edging them and having them watching so much gay porn and hypno videos that their mind is in a literal fucking haze and all they can think about is getting their little baby batter out.

That’s when you unlock them. Take their diaper off and then their cage, but before you put the diaper back on, shove a suppository or two up their bum. They’ll be begging and pleading to cum. Their tiny dicks free from their little prison, leaking their loser juices all over themselves. But don’t let them. Put that diaper right back on over their twitching little clitties.

And that’s when you tell them.

They are now allowed to cum. But they can’t touch themselves. They can’t use their hands. They can’t even use the floor. Watch their pathetic little baby brains spin as they try to figure out what the fuck you want them to do with their feeble little minds.

Eventually they figure it out: you want them to use each other. Their tummies are gurgling by this point. But their urge to cum is stronger. It’s amazing how quickly that “straight male” persona evaporates when they’re horny enough.

Their diapers are soiled before they know it, but they don’t care. Soon they’re on top of each other playing humpy humpy in their Huggies.

It’s really something to watch. The way they whimper and whine. The way they try to avoid eye contact as they try to use each other to get off. How they start crinkling in rhythm with each other and their moans crescendo.

But the best part? The best part is when they’re done. After they’ve made stickies in their Pampers and the post-nut clarity washes over them. You can see the shame in their eyes as they climb off each other and what they’ve just resorted to is evident in their diapers.

At this point I have them change each other. Forced to wipe the mess the other made and reapply each other’s cages.

It’s a very humbling process for them. They swear they’ll never do it again. But two weeks later, we all know they’ll be right back at it, and they’ll be even more eager and efficient the next time.

And that’s when the switch flips.

That’s when their groans of discomfort change to moans of ecstasy.

Soon they’re rocking rhythmically. Grinding their hips into the floorboards. Panting into their gags like a horny bitch in heat. The blindfold helps them block out distractions. The thoughts of how many may be watching. Their brain is only focused on one thing.

Margaret pursed her lips in quiet satisfaction, her eyes running coolly over the prone and helpless form before her. Oh, yes. Everything was coming along beautifully.

–––

When she'd first met Tony – so charming and suave with his slicked-back hair and his polished laugh and his unbearably polite businessman veneer – she'd initially been put off. Sure, he was fantastically wealthy, the heir to a magnificent industrial fortune. But she didn't want or need a façade in her life: a lifeless, shapeless suit of a man who, rich though he might be, burned with no real feeling or genuine desire. She wanted love. Lust. Primal desire. A man who would crave her and satisfy her and thrill her and journey with her on a search for all the delightful carnal pleasures she knew life had to offer.

But then he'd let it slip one night – no doubt thanks to the repeated rounds of alcohol they'd shared at his swanky apartment. He had a secret, a sordid little kink. He- he'd never told anyone. But somehow, he felt he could trust her. She would understand. She wouldn't tell anyone, of course. She wouldn't judge if he told her- when he told her how he fantasized about regressing, about being treated and cared for again like a stress-free little child. How he liked- dreamed about- longed for- diapers. Pacifiers. Every infantile thing one could imagine…

Oh, of course she'd smiled sympathetically. She'd patted his leg and assured her inebriated companion that she didn't mind, that she thought it was cute, that he shouldn't be embarrassed. That in fact, he ought to try to make those dreams a reality sometime.

Naturally the next morning it might as well have never happened. He had either forgotten, or studiously pretended that he'd never said such embarrassing things. But Margaret hadn't forgotten, not by a long shot. You see, having slept on it – and yes, it must be confessed, having stroked herself to delicious orgasm at the sordid thoughts his confession had unleashed – she had a very definite idea now of what she wanted for him. She wanted to make his dreams come true. She wanted to take charge: to send him headlong down the path he dreamed of, and in doing so to take his place as head of his immensely wealthy corporation. With the help of that signature stamper of his and a notary friend, it would be done in a trice. She'd have money, and power, and pleasure too – all by training him to be the sort of babyfied little man he longed to be…

But of course it was all for Tony's sake. Of course it wasn't like she was thrilled at the prospect of such an incredible windfall of money and power. No, of course not. Not one bit.

–––

Margaret smiled softly now, her manicured fingers slipping deftly over the captive figure of her sweet little Tony. It was three days now since she'd surprised him… three days since she'd escorted him into the recently finished nursery and locked the door quietly behind him. "Just a little vacation for my dear Tony," she'd whispered, watching his widening eyes take in the scene before him. "Just a lovely, secret place where my sweet little baby can get the treatment he deserves…"

Oh, how he'd blushed and shivered and stammered at first – or at least until she'd thrust the silencing pacifier between his trembling lips. How he'd squirmed as she had stripped his clothes from him and pushed him firmly onto the bed, a naked, quivering plaything for her and for his own pulsing hormones. How she'd smiled to hear him gasp and stiffen and moan with longing as she'd wrapped that first crinkling diaper around him, forcing his hard little cock to bend unwillingly down into the infantile softness where she knew it belonged…

That was all three days ago. Since then Tony hadn't left – not that he perhaps hadn't tried, of course, but simply because he couldn't. A few simple cuffs helped, but far more effective than that was the specially commissioned cocktail of drugs, hypnotic audio, and pulsing visuals that Margaret was pumping into his reeling brain. He was awash in sensory overload, every single sense bombarded with messaging to relax, to give in, to remember that he was and had always been and would always be Mommy's helpless little infant…

So now, as Margaret lifted the crinkling front of his diaper – helpfully labeled "BABY" across the waist in pastel block letters – she was gratified to see already his soft, flaccid penis already dribbling steadily out into the surrounding padding. Good. A few more days and he'd be pissing and shitting himself in his sleep, not to mention wailing and drooling like an ill-tempered toddler. And with behavior like that – well, not a single member of the board would dream of objecting to hear taking the place of such a clearly and unfortunately brainsick fellow as Tony now was.

Hmm. Now to strengthen that oral training and reeducate him in the joys of receiving his Mommy's thick strap-on in his incontinent little ass…

Image Credit: PennyBarber.com

***Disclaimer*** The people depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older CLICK AWAY NOW. 

My eyes crack open and squint in the sudden light. The muggy fog of sleep smothers my thoughts and for a moment I forget where I am. I let out a yawn and rub my eyes before opening them fully. Reality crashes down on me in a soft pink wave. I’m lying in my crib, staring out at the room my Mommy had turned into a nursery. I look out through large wooden bars sized to make adults feel small and prevent escape. The walls are white with flowers and rainbows painted across their face. A mobile with baby animals rotates above my head. A large changing table stands against the far wall opposite me. I feel a pang of longing in my cock mixed with a feeling of utter frustration as I look at it. The table reminds me of the gentle torment I’ve suffered at the soft hands of my beautiful caretaker. I can hear her singing in the other room, just loud enough for a muffled serenade to make it through the door.

               I sit up, crinkling loudly. The outfit Mommy picked for me today is nothing less than utterly emasculating, which is to say normal. Around my neck is a silken pink collar. A small metal ring hangs from the front, allowing easy linkage to the oft-used delicate metal leash Mommy bought last Valentine’s. A baby yellow onesie with frilled cuffs at the upper arm hugs my skin. The snap bottom crotch presses tightly against the pink, locking plastic pants covering my diapers. I wince and shift uncomfortably. I’m wet again. Not enough to warrant a change. Just enough to make me painfully aware of the shame drooping between my legs. The ever present triple thick layering and plastic cover make changes a hard-earned privilege. It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since I passed out, but with my weakened bladder the sodden result is hardly surprising. I haven’t had a dry night in months. I’ve honestly just given up at this point. I’m sure that little bit of news would make Mommy, if I ever tell her. Trapped in my crib with only my thoughts and a soggy bottom, I let out a sigh of resignation and reach for the first of many crayons.

I’m not sure how to begin this. Should I start from the beginning of my life, and work forward one fortunate mistake after another? Ugh, I’m getting a headache just thinking about putting all that nonsense into words. I guess I’ll start with an introduction. My name is… or I suppose was, Chris. My new name is Chrissie, which leads to the next “interesting” (if you want to give it such a gentrified description) point about me. I’m currently what’s known in the fetish world as an adult baby. A sissy baby, to be specific. That’s right. Diapers, bottles, dolls, frills, and pink, so much fu- err fricking pink. By the way, as a disclaimer to anyone interested, who Mommy assured me existed, I have permission to use adult words when describing the more… exciting bits of this story, despite my infantile status. Sissy babies don’t curse after all… unless Mommy gives them permission, because of course her word trumps everything. 

Believe it or not, I used to be “normal”. Vanilla sex, a stable job, bathroom privileges, all of it was within my reach. I… I was the never the most assertive man, but I don’t know how she pushed me this far. A sissy baby lifestyle doesn’t offer much in the way of recreation. Sure, there’s dolls, learning numbers and letters… hell even the odd rattle or two, but anyone stuck in my position will tell you it gets old after the first few days. Any more… physical ways of passing the time just make the aftermath seem even longer and the relief is short lived. Mommy sees to that.

               We met normally enough through a dating app, years ago, back when I was in control of my own bladder and wardrobe. I was young back then, and Sarah was gorgeous. Long silky legs with glossy almond hair and a pair of mouthwatering breasts that could turn a circle straight. To top it all off she had a sleight height advantage over me. An advantage only accentuated by the many pairs of high rise heels she’s worn over the years. I’ve always been attracted to women taller than me. In retrospect that was probably the first sign of my submissive side. I wasn’t bad myself back then, according to Mommy. I went to the gym regularly and was in decent shape. When I say, “decent shape”, I don’t mean anything so overt as rippling biceps or a taut set of cum gutters (apparently it’s something people call abs, if you didn’t know), but I was fit. My body doesn’t really fit the more “masculine” archetype, like broad shoulders, square jaw, taller… etc. I guess if one were to throw around labels I’d be classified under the “twink” category. Short, slender, fair skin, roughly 120 lbs… that kind of thing.

               I took her to a local sushi restaurant on our first date after which we went bowling. I somehow managed to avoid making a fool of myself during and she graced me with another, and another, and another. Before I knew it we were madly in love. We fucked like rabbits back then, running our hands over each other’s bodies, caressing every crevice and exploring every taste the other had to offer. Those were wonderful times. And then I went and pissed the bed, literally. I don’t remember much but I apparently had a bit too much to drink. I woke up the next morning with Sarah gently tapping me awake, agonizing concern written on her face. Agonizing for me that is. It’s a special kind of humiliating to wake up wet as an adult man. The feeling is even worse when it happens in the same bed as your miracle girlfriend.

               The door creaks open, and I look up from my scribbling. Sarah’s face peeks through the crack and her expression lights up with affection. The rest of her follows shortly and she dances over to me. She’s wearing a thin, dark blue nightie that ends just below her navel. A pair of racy panties in the same color trimmed with black lace cover her womanhood and a perilous triangle of space between on her bottom. She leans over the railing and traces small circles across my plastic panties with one delicate nail. “Wakey-Wakey Chrissie baby. Did Mommy’s snookums have a nice nappy-poo?”

Her breasts hang perilously close overhead. My eyes are drawn to the tantalizing valley between her curving mounds and my mouth waters. I swallow loudly and feel my manhood stir in its stainless steel prison. Such devices were one of the first changes in our relationship. Baby girls didn’t need erections after all, and it curbed my “nasty little habit” of personal amusement without permission. Much like my self-autonomy, they’ve gotten smaller over the years. My current captor is barely a half inch in length and reduces me to a mere nub. Sarah loves it.

I let out an excited gurgle and smile winningly, hoping my behavior will earn me some relief. Sarah’s eyes crinkle with laughter and she leans further down. “Aww, how cute are you?”

I gasp as her devilish fingers find their way to my chest and begin to toy with my nipples. It’s amazing what months without access to your manhood does to your overall sensitivity. It doesn’t take long before I’m writhing on the sheets, trying to escape her torment while my frustration leaks out in a steady stream of sticky, unmet need. “Ooh, is my widdle guwl hungwy,” she coos, playfully batting away my questing hands. “Poor baby, we better get some food in her tummy, stat!”  She pulls back a second later, leaving me red faced and breathing hard.

“Oh? Let’s see how my little angel has been doing.” She picks up the drowned-in-glitter, glossy pink notebook next to me. The cover flips open and her eyes light up with excitement. “Oh my, baby. There’s an awful lot of big adult words in here. Aren’t you a smart little thing?”

I watch in obedient silence as she skims over the few written pages and her legs begin to fidget and rub against one another. I hear her breaths growing heavier and wish more than ever that I could tear off my infantile mantle and have my way with my clearly aroused wife. To feel the smooth skin of her legs gliding against me, faces locked in a passionate kiss as hand- the fantasy puffs out as a hot gush of pee soaks into the thirsty expanse of my diapers. I didn’t feel a thing.

A moment later Sarah sets the diary down on my lap and lowers the railing. I swing my legs over the side of the mattress and wait expectantly as she leashes me before gently guiding me to my hands and knees. She stands back up, leaving me staring up at her with my ridiculously swollen backside sticking out.

“I want you to write lots and lots more for Mommy, ok?” Her eyes twinkle mischievously and she bites her lip. “If you do a good job, you just might get a reward.”

I wasn’t going to let a golden opportunity like that pass me by. “Yeth, Mummy, I wite wots n wots,” I lisped happily. Thoughts of the potential favors I might earn flashed through my head. God, I might even get to have a proper erection!

She gives the collar a tug. “Now, let’s go fill up that tum tum.”