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Ha ha, well girls looks like our big bad boyfriends have run out of things to bet.  Gee guys how did four big shot poker players lose everything they had on to four girls who “only hang around and get their nails done and talk about dresses and hairstyles.”  Isn’t that what you said boys?  Well you four are our now for the rest of the weekend.  

Ok girls its early enough lets get them ready and we will all go to that new dance club.  You boys will have a great time as we were told it is a popular place for gay guys to go.  Alright lets get our boys ready.  There now you are all dressed so lets all go.  We’ll have to take two cars so Jen and I will drive.  Ok boys get out to the cars.  Well here we are.  Now you boys or should I say gurls go in and don’t be bashful.  We will be in in a few minutes and when we come in we better see each of you chatting or dancing with a boy.    Now get going.

Oh my it looks like you gurls did not follow instructions.  For that we will add an extra day of servitude.  Oh don’t tell me we can’t do that you sissy gurls are really not in any position to demand anything.  We got rid of your clothes, we have your IDs, phones money etc.  Now get out on the floor and around the bar and each of you better pick up at least one guy and make sure you get his phone number and give him yours with a promise to be in touch.

Well girls it looks like our sissy gurls are working the place now.  Ha ha look those two are writing numbers on a napkin.  Oh look those two guys are taking selfies with two of our gurls and it looks like they are sending them the pictures.  Oh my,  look at our littlest sissy gurl!  She’s kissing with lots of tongue that boy and he is feeling her all over.  Oh man now he’s writing on her hand I bet that is his number.  Well gurls time to go home!

Ok gurls strip and you can all sleep on the floor in the living room.  Tomorrow we will be having a really fun night.  

Ok gurls we are going to another club tonight. This will be a lot of fun for you gurls I am sure and you will even have a chance to earn some money.  Well now that we are inside lets all go to the back and get ready for tonight.  Ok gurls here is the dressing room now get rid of your skirts and blouses.  Now here is what is going to happen.  Tonight the club is sponsoring an amateur stropping contest.  You four are the participants as you strip you will throw the item you take off into the audience..  The winner will get a prize of $100 so we better see each of you make a real effort to win.  You see the winner will not only get the $100 they will also get their skirt and blouse to wear home.  The three losers are going home naked and will walk from a spot we choose to drop you off at.

Ok gurls you have your outfits and your titties are well secured so you don’t have to worry about them falling off.  Girls before we leave our sissy gurls let me ask you a question, do yo think we should let them show off their sissy clitties or should we lock them up so that they are not jiggling all around.  Ok lock them up it is. Ok gurls pop out those clitties and then say good bye to playing with them.  There we are all locked up now your gurls have a great time and give everyone a good show.  

Well gurls looks like we have a winner in the littlest gurl among you.  Here little one put on your skirt and blouse.  You other three are going home naked.  And  just so you know we moved the cars down the block so when you come out you’ll have to find us.  I wonder how people will take to seeing four sissy gurls with bouncing titties and locked up clitties walking on the sidewalks looking for a car.  Based on the way people laughed and pointed in the audience when out stripper sluts exposed their lock clitties I think people outside will have just as much fun.  Ok gurls now we are just going to tie your legs together and then we will go out to the cars.  By the time you untie yourselves we will be in the cars waiting.  Bye bye gurls.

Well gurls did you have fun finding the cars.  You all are so red and are sweating so much.  Umm tell me why are you naked little gurl we gave you your skirt and blouse.  Oh the gurls talked you into trying to split up the outfit to try to cover each of the gurls a bit. Well that was noble of you but why don’t you have anything covering any of you.  Oh as you went thorough the club to the front door a lot of guys grabbed each of you and took away your cover and played with your little clitties. in their locked cages.  That is hiliarious - Ha Ha Ha!

Well gurls we have decided that we are keeping you for another week as we are having too much fun to stop.  We really don’t care about the original wager now go to sleep and tomorrow we will all go to class like a regular week.  Ok gurls get up and get dressed, your names are on your particular outfits.  Good gurls I guess you are finally leaning that you gurls lost, and you agreed that we would be in charge of you.  There was nothing in the agreement that said we could not change the terms and we have done that so just accept it.  Ok time for us all to head to class.  Oh if anyone asks what you are doing make sure you tell them that four girls won your clothes and control of your bodies and you will be attending classes like this for the rest of the semester.

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“Well well, what do we have here?” He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. 

Allie’s eyes opened slowly and she let out a yawn. She’d gone to bed far too late last night. Work was exhausting she hadn’t had time to indulge herself in weeks. She was ecstatic when the day had ended earlier than expected. She’d rushed home and wrapped herself up in one of the thickest, most absorbent diapers she had, a baby pink northshore megamax. The diapers were Allie’s own secret pleasure, kept hidden even from her own husband. It’s not that she wanted to keep it from him. Truly, she wanted more than anything to open up to him and spill every squishy, squirmy detail of her fantasies… but she was too scared. Diapers, being treated like a baby… it was too far out there, too obscene, rejection and disgust were a certainty.

So she took these moments, when her husband way away on business and she had the house to herself. Allie would come home, guilty, tingling feelings buzzing away in her tummy as she dashed upstairs to her secret stash of diapers. She loved the naughty crinkling sounds they made when she moved, threatening to expose her infantile state to the world. She loved the sweet, innocent smell of the powder and lotion she applied to her skin, savoring the moment just before her adulthood was stripped away. She loved the rush of shame and humiliation with the thought of being paraded around in front of others, completely infantilized and helplessly aroused. -ell , what do we have here? 

She rubbed her eyes. “Huh?” Who said that? Was she dreaming? She sat up wearily, feeling the soaked diaper squish deliciously. She’d really overdone it last night. Nearly two hours of frenzied, moaning “play time” with her favorite wand had left her drained (and a bit sore), in a state of deep sleep, until now. 

He walked across the room and gave her padded rump a swat. The dull thud and shock of the impact jolted Allie awake. 

She rolled over quickly and grabbed a pillow to cover herself, scooting till her back touched the wall. Shit! What was her husband doing here? He wasn’t supposed to be back until next Friday! Alarm bells set her ears ringing and panic pounded through her veins. She tried to speak, to ask what he was doing here, to find out how much he’d seen. Fear clamped around her throat and all her questions struggling to emerge at once simply came out as as a choked, “Wha-what?!” 

He sat on the bed next to her, eyes gleaming playfully. His hand slid forward, gently stroking the soft skin of her outstretched leg. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Allie stammered and gulped several times before she managed to get anything  coherent out. “Wha-, why… how?” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I… didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” she finally said, her voice small and timid. 

He laughed and patted her leg. “I took off a bit early to come home. I just missed my little baby girl so much I couldn’t stand it anymore.” 

Allie’s eyes were saucers at this point. “Baby girl?” 

He nodded. “Mhmm, can you guess who it is?” 

She gripped the pillow more tightly, hoping it would somehow shield what little modesty she had left. “I’m not a baby,” she said indignantly. 

Her husband just shook his head. “If you’re NOT a baby, then how do you explain… THIS,” he lunged forward with shocking speed and pulled the pillow from her arms. He tossed it to the floor and watched as Allie flailed about. 

“Wait, wait, I can explain, honey!” 

He grabbed her crotch and gave a squeeze. “I think I can explain it too, dear. My little girl had too much play time and wet her diapy. Then she tried to hide it from Daddy. Naughty girl.”

Daddy? Allie thought. She felt the telltale tingle between her legs as he continued to grope the diaper. “N-no,” she groaned, feebly batting his hand away, “I’m not a baby…” 

He smiled and began to trace the lines of her face with one strong finger. “There you go again, telling fibs. I’m sorry, punkin, but I think you need a little punishment to set you straight.” He took her hand and stood up, practically dragging her with him. “But first, I think someone needs a new diaper.”

Allie could feel him standing behind her as she struggled in her bonds. He’d taken a pair of her “big girl” panties and pushed them between her lips, silencing the stream of protests saying she didn’t need a diaper, and that this was all just a big misunderstanding. Then he’d picked her up, sternly warning her that any “fussing” from naughty girls would earn them a trip over Daddy’s lap. The spark in his eyes and the bite of his tone told her it would be better to just behave. After that, he’d carried her to the bathroom, had her clean up in the shower, panties still in of course, then changed her into a new diaper right there on the bathroom floor while she flushed red in utter humiliation. She hoped he hadn’t noticed the extra wetness between her legs. Now she was here, trapped in nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings and a thick diaper, drooling helplessly around her own balled up panties.

He moved up behind her, languidly running his hands along her body. He leaned in close, letting his breath tickle the nape of her neck. “Does your new diaper feel nice, hun?” He grabbed the back of her crotch and began to rub. 

Allie groaned in response. She shook her head in faux denial. “Mm- Mhh!” In actuality, the diaper DID feel nice. It felt absolutely heavenly. She could feel her slit drooling into the padding as her husband worked her into a frenzy. She was starting to pant now. She felt her legs go weak as he let out a low growl. Her pussy clenched on nothing and she let out a whine of frustration. It didn’t matter how he knew anymore. She was putty in his hands now. 

He chuckled. ”I’ll take that as a yes.” His hand traveled its way to her throat and squeezed softly. Not enough to cause harm or stop her labored breathing. Just enough to remind her that right now, she was his. He leaned in close to her ear and began to gently bite and nip at her exposed lobe. She shivered against him and his cock pressed into her leg. “I’m sure you’re full of questions right now.” He kissed her softly and took one breast into his hand, gently working it even as he continued to rub her aching hole.  “How did he find out, what does he think of me, what do I do now?” His fingers closed around her nipple and pinched. 

Allie let out a guttural growl of delight and nodded. 

He continued to toy with her. “I found your stash the day after we moved in.” 

She stiffened in shock. 

“I didn’t want to say anything about it. I figured you would tell me eventually, when you were ready.” 

She writhed in her bonds and let out a series of moans and whimpers, trying to explain herself. The hand groping her from behind pulled away suddenly, rapidly returning in the form of a firm swat. 

He gripped the flesh of her ass in one hand and wrapped his fingers around her throat with the other, roughly pulling her into him. “So I waited… and waited… and did a little research while I continued to wait. I found all those dirty videos you were watching. I saw the stories too. The ones where big, adult women are treated like slutty little girls who can’t control themselves. Girls whose Daddys need to keep them diapered and innocent around the clock.” He gave her another swat. “You really should double check if you’re using incognito or something before you look that stuff up,” he laughed. 

Allie meanwhile was burning in a bubbling stew of utter humiliation and arousal. He knew everything, every last degrading, obscene detail. Her pussy throbbed with need and continued to leak into the now sodden crotch of her diaper. 

“So,” he continued, “now you have two choices.” He leaned down to pick up her wand, reaching around to wave it in front of her with while his other hand went back to fondling his helpless wife. “One, I can untie you, sit you down in the living room, and bring you a nice cup of tea to talk this over… Or, option two, you piss in your diaper and Daddy uses your special toy to help his baby slut make cummies… and then tea and snuggles, of course.” He grabbed her crotch and pressed the wand against her. “Your choice, little one, naughty…” he flipped the switch of the vibrator, causing her to squeak. “Or nice,” he turned it off, leaving her aching. 

Looking back, Allie understood she never had any conscious choice in the matter. Her body answered for her. Her bladder released the moment her lust addled brain processed his words. The diaper quickly grew hot as it soaked up the stream, quickly swelling under the torrent. 

He grinned as he felt it splash against the seat of her diaper. A hot, yellow stain creeping across the innocent white surface as the padding grew in weight and size. “Good girl…” 

The vibrator roared to life in an instant. Allie’s muffled screams of unadulterated pleasure bounced around their apartment. The warm, steamy air thrummed with the symphony of buzzing and whorish moans. It felt so good she thought she would simply melt through her restraints, down into the floor. Every muscle in her body juddered wildly as she went into a paroxysmal, mind shattering orgasm. She felt her cunt pulse hungrily. She wanted Daddy’s cock. She wanted him more than anything in that moment. She wanted him inside her, fucking her, filling her. 

Her over sensitized clit was screaming as the toy continued it’s torturous work, wrenching one shuddering, eye rolling orgasm after another from the exhausted girl. 

Finally, mercifully, the toy died down. Allie slumped against her restraints, completely limp. Her husband caught her, supporting her in his arms and gently stroking her hair. “Good girl.”

The world was fuzzy and an incessant ringing blocked out sound. She couldn’t feel her legs. Her abused pussy felt molten, and continued to clench and shudder as the aftershocks rippled through her. The diaper was an absolute mess, drooping down between her thighs. Wet, limp, and used. They had a lot in common at that moment. 

He lifted her up, letting his exhausted wife rest her head on one broad shoulder. “You were a very good girl, sweetie. Daddy loves you so much.” 

“Here we are Mr and Mrs Q,” the sales consultant; a young woman in an immaculate pink skirt suit, announced as she pressed the button beside the door, causing the plain metal door to slide open, revealing a dark room. The three of them passed through the doorway, setting off the lighting system which slowly illuminated the room. It wasn’t a huge room but it was different to all the other areas of the centre Mr and Mrs Q had been in. This room wasn’t metallic and modern, but set up like a room in a house, with white painted walls, a carpeted floor and a few items of furniture dotted about including a three person sofa chair.

With a short gasp, both Mr and Mrs Q looked ahead to the opposite side of the room at what they had come there for. A young woman with blonde hair, tied into bunches with pink ribbons, wearing a short blue dress with white lining and a large pink dummy placed in her mouth, stood against the wall at the far side of the room. She stood with her legs irregularly far apart and a vacant stare on here face, causing her empty eyes to gaze widely off ahead. She was swaying very slightly from side to side which, coupled with her infantile appearance, gave her an air of childishness.

Mr and Mrs Q stood across the room from the girl, transfixed by her. At last, once they had taken in the sight, Mrs Q broke the shocked silence.

“She’s... She’s... Perfect!” With imperceptible relief, the sales consultant smiled and nodded. Taking a step towards the girl and pointing towards her, the sales consultant began talking the couple through what they were viewing.

“We did everything we could to match your specifications and I’m confident we have exactly what you wanted. 5’4, weighing 8 stone, that’s 136 pounds, she has been put through an intensive but humane program of regression and personality reformation in accordance with the wish list you gave us.” The sales consultant smugly took another step towards the vacant girl.

“She is in what we call ‘pause mode’ right now. A mechanism built into her mind which causes her to go into a trance where she is very suggestible. It’s a little feature we’ve given her in case she gets to be too much of a handful. You’ll find out more about it your briefing packet.” With pleased sounds from Mr and Mrs Q who were slowly advancing towards the girl behind the sales consultant, the pitch continued.

“Once out of pause mode she will have the mental capacity of a two and a half year old. Primitive language skills and average coordination for that age range. She is drawn to pastel colours and soft surfaces. She’s particularly fond of butterflies too. She also drools a little.” Mr and Mrs Q we’re looking very impressed with everything they were hearing but we’re waiting intently for their most important specification. The sales consultant knew what they wanted to know and was ready to deliver.

“Most importantly, you’ll be pleased to know we estimate she is at least 97% dependant on nappies and is likely to reach 100% dpendacy in the next few weeks.” Mr and Mrs Q each let out an excited sigh and squeezed each other’s hand in delight. The sales consultant cleared her throat and warmly commanded, “Baby, lift up your dress.” The girl across the room instantly responded, taking hold of the hem of her blue dress and pulling it up against her chest, still blankly staring ahead. Beneath her dress was a very obviously soaked nappy with pink teddy bears on it.

The exhilarated Mr and Mrs Q turned to the sales consultant, beaming.

“She’s just what we were looking for. You have delivered on every angle. Can we spend some time with her out of this ‘pause mode’ so we can get the full picture?” Mr Q asked. The sales consultant smiled and nodded. She made her way towards the babyish girl, knowing she had earned a breathtaking bonus on this one.