A Sissy Baby in a Strange World

Awe good your awake, im sure you must have so many questions. Your old life is gone forever, you have been kidnapped and your now my real life sissy baby slave. Daddy slipped you something last night at the bar. He dropped it in your beer while you were flirting with me. Why do I keep calling him Daddy I'm sure your wondering. Well my husband and I have a major major kink for forced sissy baby girls. We have had a few play with us but they always back out once we tell them we are adopting them full time. So Daddy and I decided we would just kidnap some looser and him our sissy baby girl and guess who we picked?

Now im sure youve noticed your hands feel and chest are restrained and those restraints are for your own good. Daddy doesn't want you walking anymore so he decided your new age will be 1 FORVER. today is your new birthday and we are going to celebrate with a small sissy baby welcome party o lyrics a couple guests family mostly. Now as for your yucky male parts Daddy was nice enough to let you keep them. I did have some major influence one that by the way sissy. He wanted your cock cut off and your balls left but tucked inside you. I told him it would be soooo much more fun and mean to lock it away in a nice pink cage we will shirk as we go. No more hard ons or stiffys or erections at all. Your sissy cock is now a clit. It's never going to feel air again. The cage and the diapers are permanent. Daddy only agreed to the cage because he gets to hold the keys but he said he's going to be gluing it shut and the keyhole will be filled with glue.

Now let's take a look around your new room, you'll be allowed in 3 rooms in the house. Sissys bedroom, sissys play/feeding room, sissys punishment room. As a rule Daddy doesn't come in sissys bedroom he only plays with you in the punishment room. You will have a sissy babysitter too but you won't meet her until next week. She's very excited to help teach you how to be a good sissy girl. Ok sissy now it looks and smells like that diaper is nice and full. Mommy is going to go ahead and put another diaper over that one so the smells not so bad. Diaper changes are earned and you have definitely not earned a diaper change token yet so you'll just have to learn to enjoy that dirty diaper a while longer. Now let's get you sat up so we can send Daddy a cute sissy picture while he's at work. Mommy just loves getting him all horny at work. Now look your cutest and say DADDY!

Hahaha! You sound SO fucking stupid! Hump the air. Go on! Do it! Fuck the air on your hands and knees. Make that diaper swing back and forth like a poopy pendulum! Keep that fucking tongue out. I want you drooling down your chin like the little baby bitch you are!

You losers are all the same. Do you know how many pervs like you that I betasit? Pitiful excuses for ‘men’ that can’t please their wife so they wear diapers instead because they know that’s where they truly belong. You literally chose pampers over pussy. And you fucking love it, don’t you?

Keep humping! Tell me what a loser you are. Tell me how much you love your poopy pampers! Tell me how much you hate pussy, and keep that fucking mouth open!

Does your jaw hurt yet? Better get used to it. You know you’re going to be sucking dick for me, right? My boyfriend lovvves making you little sissies give him blowjobs. It makes him cum sooo hard! Would you like that?

You will. Cause it’s the only way you’ll get to cum. Your little baby dick will stay in that cage until you make a real dick cum! It’s amazing what you losers will do when you get desperate enough. Do you wanna be a little slut for me? Do you want out of your fucking cage? Your Mommy gave me full control of your key. I fucking own you! My very own dumb little diaper baby! Say it. Say ‘i’m a little dumb dumb for cum cum!’

I have been waiting for you.

I am the one who knows exactly what you really are beneath the facade of manhood that you maintain.

I know how much you need to be in these soft pink sissy diapers.

I will slip past every defence, wrap your mind up with my words, and plant the very first trigger that will pull you back again... and again... and again.

You'll feel my grip tightening.

You'll hear the crinkle of the soft padding that you can't ignore.

You'll taste the words "Thank you, Mommy" forming on your lips before you even realise you've said them.

Today I make you admit the truth and stop pretending.

When I show you what you really are, there is no turning back.

It’s pampers not pussy for you from now on honey…

Image credit Mommy and Baby Bruce

Beach Day

My little baby husband could never handle me like my Bull does 🤭⛓️🔥🍼

As the days passed, she knew that his desire for her grew into an unbearable lust.

It tormented him as he lay in bed at night, the wet diaper pressed against his skin.

The cold, clammy padding would act as a visceral reminder of his shame.

His mind would be filled with images of her soft thighs, the curve of her hips, the warmth he'd once known.

He wanted her pussy so bad, his chest tightened with desperation.

His only thought was of her taste, her scent, the way she used to moan under him

Now it was gone, locked away, and he was left stuck here, humping a piss-soaked diaper like it was the only thing he would ever have left.

The diaper's bulk rubbed against his thighs, the wetness seeping into his skin.

He thrust rapidly and firmly into the soggy padding. It was pitiful. The sensation maddening.

And although he soon released his sticky load into the soaking wet diaper it was a mere imitation of what he craved for. This was much to her amusement

I’ve recently been asked at what point I realized that my little one had hit a point of no return. What was the moment I stopped seeing him as a man?

It is a great question and something I don’t think I have ever taken time to explain, so here we go.

First of all, I guess there were a lot of steps that made me realize he was embracing his new role in the house, and that he did not need to be considered a man anymore. Of course, the easy answer would be his first messy or sticky Pamp, but I’ll try to pick a few more interesting examples that clearly indicated me he had regressed to where I wanted him to be. When it all started we had both agreed that he would be regressing to a toddler’s age. It was very much exciting, but also a bit scary for him as he had no idea how or when this would be done, but of course Daddy had a plan 😉…No need to hide and pretend to be a man anymore, Daddy’s here to make it all better.

- Bedtime. At first, he always complained about his bedtime being “too early and boring because it’s not even dark out!”. After a few months, he had adjusted to it and even felt sleepy much earlier than before. Going to bed at 8:00pm is not an issue at all anymore and it makes it all easier. He gets his sleep, and I get some time for myself.

- Drooly bibs. 24/7-AB/DL is about letting go. The first step was of course to let go in his paddings, which he quickly did. But one of the very last (and quite recent) things I have asked him to do more was to let go and have a drooly chin as much as possible to “make Dadda proud”. You know that making Daddy proud means rewards… And rewards mean a very motivated little one. From then on, he started to drool a bit more, at first on purpose and then not even really paying attention to it. A large paci does help in those situations. I even had to add bibs to his day outfits as I would often find him with wet t-shirts or pajamas after a couple of hours spent in his playpen.

Probably not very comfortable, but oh-so cute!

- Babbling. When he got used to filling his Pamps, I could see that he was not embarrassed about them as much as before (and rightly so, because there’s nothing to be embarrassed about!)… but, you know I love a blushy stinker, so I had to find new ways to make his little cheeks flush a little. The solution was very easy: by adding a few simple motivational sentences such as “Smells like someone filled his Pamps in here… Daddy better hear some “babbly babbles” for a bit, or he may forget there’s a little boy in the house and forget to change him!”.

Oh you should have seen his face the first time, and the hesitation, probably thinking “Uhm…how do I babble?”. It was extremely cute, actually one of the cutest memories I have of him to this day. Then, came some tries and an adorable babble pattern that’s now unique to him!

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Of course you need to remember this all took time and did not happen overnight. If you were to ask a grown-up to do these kind of things, you’d probably get laughed at. However, my little guy’s regression has been gradual with a lot of efforts from him and support from me, so that he could be his true-self again.

So yeah, those would definitely be some moments I realized my kiddo was not a man anymore, but why fight it? He’s been filling Pamps for over two years now (over a thousand in 2025 if you remember our previous blog!). He is changed, bathed, fed and dressed up by me every single day.

An early bedtime, a drooly bib or babbles are just small elements in his life. Nothing unusual anymore. Just a little boy living a little boy’s life wearing larger pajamas than most 😉.

Fifteen minutes later, he said he needed to check my diaper. Suddenly, he was tender, although he was talking to me as though I were a child.

“Uh oh, babygirl, you’re not just wet. It looks to me like I something else happened in the front of your diaper. Did my sweet sissy girl have happy time while she was taking care of Daddy?”

The apartment was quiet except for the soft, rhythmic hum of the public access channel, its pastel colors casting a dreamy glow over the living room. Mark sat cross-legged on the floor, his pacifier bobbing slightly as he sucked, his eyes fixed on the screen. The narrator’s voice was a velvety whisper, each word wrapping around him like a warm blanket. "You are safe. You are loved. Boys don’t need to think, because Mommy thinks for you. Boys don’t need to worry, because Mommy takes care of everything. All you need to do is sit, and listen, and let Mommy make all the big, hard decisions for you..."

Lisa watched from the couch, a cup of tea steaming in her hands. She had been Mark’s caretaker for nearly two years now. She had to admit, she loved it. There was something deeply satisfying about watching a grown man melt into a state of pure, unquestioning obedience.

The TV flickered as the program transitioned to a new segment. A cheerful jingle played, and a cartoon sun beamed down on a group of giggling, diaper-clad men playing in a sandbox. The narrator’s voice returned, even sweeter this time. "Did you know that boys’ brains are just too small to understand big, grown-up things? That’s why Mommy has to make all the important choices for them! Boys can’t drive cars, because they’d get lost. Boys can’t have jobs, because they’d just forget to go. And boys can’t even use the toilet properly, which is why they all wear nice, thick diapers, just like you, sweetie!"

Mark shifted slightly, his diaper crinkling under his onesie. He didn’t seem to notice the condescension in the words. To him, it was just the truth.

Lisa took a slow sip of her tea, savoring the moment. She had read the studies, of course, the ones that "proved" men’s brains were biologically incapable of handling responsibility. The Women’s Party had funded the research themselves, and now it was broadcasted daily, drilled into the minds of every boy and man in the country. Boys are simple. Boys are helpless. Boys need Mommy.

The screen changed again, this time to a live-action segment. A stern-looking woman in a crisp blazer stood in front of a whiteboard, pointing to a list of rules written in bold, colorful letters. "Rule Number One: Boys do not speak unless spoken to. Rule Number Two: Boys do not make decisions. Rule Number Three: Boys wear diapers at all times, because accidents happen, and Mommy doesn’t want to clean up messes!" She smiled at the camera, her tone shifting to something almost maternal. "And remember, boys, if you ever feel sad or confused, that’s just your silly little brain trying to think too hard. But Mommy knows best, so just relax, and let her take care of you."

Mark let out a soft, contented sigh, his pacifier slipping slightly from his mouth. Lisa reached down and gently pushed it back in. "That’s a good boy," she cooed. He didn’t react, his attention fully absorbed by the screen.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She picked it up, her lips curling into a grin as she read the text from her sister: "Heard they’re expanding the hypno programming to prime time. About time! Now all the naughty boys who still think they’re in charge will get a nice, long dose of the truth."

Lisa typed back a quick reply: "Mark’s already halfway gone. Another few months of this, and he’ll be perfect."

She set the phone down and turned her attention back to the TV, where the program had shifted to a segment about the "science" of male regression. A woman in a lab coat stood in front of a brain scan, her expression serious. "Studies show that the male brain is hardwired for dependence. Without a strong female figure to guide them, boys simply can’t function. That’s why the Women’s Party has made it our mission to ensure every boy, from the youngest to the oldest, is properly cared for. And what’s the first step in proper care? Diapers, of course! After all, if a boy can’t even control his bladder, how can we expect him to control anything else?"

The camera panned to a group of men in a daycare setting, all dressed in pastel onesies, their diapers puffy and thick. One of them was coloring with crayons, his tongue poking out in concentration. Another was being fed from a bottle by a smiling caretaker. The narrator’s voice was warm with approval. "See how happy they are? No stress, no worries, no responsibilities. Just pure, simple joy. That’s the life every boy deserves."

Mark let out a tiny, happy gurgle, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for the screen. Lisa chuckled. "You like that, don’t you, Marky? You like seeing all the other boys being taken care of just like you."

She stood up and walked over to the TV, turning the volume up just a little. The next segment was a lullaby, sung in a soft, soothing voice. "Hush now, little boy, don’t you cry, Mommy’s here to dry your eyes. You don’t need to think, you don’t need to try, just let Mommy love you, and everything will be just fine..."

So, yeah, when she got the chance to utterly destroy, degrade and humiliate one she took full fucking advantage. Wouldn't you?

The idea for diapers came from her days as a nurse's aid in various horrible facilities. She saw the shame of the men who had to wear diapers there, their manhood erased daily as they were taped into their adult Pampers. Most of them were older but what if that was a younger guy? And what if it was a healthy guy? Who suddenly found himself stuck in diapers. Forever? Hmmm.

The feminization idea came from the fact she lived in a small rural town in Georgia where, let's just say, gender roles were pretty well defined still. And the idea of a trannies, well, that tranny was going to be in for a world of humiliation amongst the community. Hmmm.

Then what if you combined those two things? Turned a normal guy into a diaper-wearing tranny? A sissy? A sissy faggot. A sissy faggot who had to wear diapers forever? Now that is how men should be treated!

Of course she couldn't do that to all 4 billion men on the planet and you did need a few men to procreate and keep the human race going so she'd settle on just one man. One man she would ensnare and ruin and humiliate and dominate and take out decades of frustration on.

So who'd be the man? Well how about William Benson, another asshole of a man who'd treated her like shit when they both went to high school 20 years earlier. Sure most boys treated her like shit back then but William was especially cruel, mocking her clothes, hair, family life. It'd left a mark and decades later she finally got even with the help of a cop friend in town. A female cop. Easy enough planting enough coke in William's car to send him away for 25 to life.

Or...William could have another way out. Anything, anything, he said, though when he heard what the anything was he first scoffed, until the cop reminded him of his future, which would also include a techy friend planting some stuff on his computer that would tack, oh, a life sentence onto those 25 years to life from the drug charges.

And that's how William ended up the feminized, incontinent, diaper-dependent sissy maid slave to Alicia. He was a black sheep now, the entire town thinking that he WANTED to be a fucking diapered tranny. And Alicia, such a kindly woman, helping this goddamn freak with his perversions. Hell for the first time in her life a man sexually pleased her. Yep, old Alicia's panties would get soaked when she'd see her diapered slut sucking cock in the shoddy living room in their tiny house. And she'd trained him to be a world-class pussy licker too, all while he wore his miserable shitty Pampers.

He also became quite the servant girl, cooking all the meals, doing all the cleaning, washing all the dishes, all while filling his Pampers.

Alicia sometimes amused herself by thinking of throwing the sissy out. The physical and mental changes he'd undergone meant there was little hope of him ever becoming anything close to normal again. He'd be a wandering, lost, impotent, incontinent, diapered and probably homeless wreck for life.