#stillindiapers

He used to be ..Nnow .. happends to become

"Honey, I'm home!" Melanie called out as she kicked off her heels and dropped her luggage by the door. The house was eerily quiet, not a single light flickering in the hallway to greet her. She had hoped for a warm embrace from her husband, Francis, after her business trip was abruptly canceled. Instead, she was met with a chilling silence that sent a shiver down her spine.

As she padded into the living room, a peculiar sight caught her eye. There, laid out on the dining table like a grotesque display, was Francis. He was trussed up in a mess of ropes, his legs spread wide, wearing nothing but a soaked diaper and a onesie. A pacifier was wedged into his mouth, a makeshift gag keeping him quiet. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes, wide with fear, searched hers for salvation. Melanie's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. She had seen a lot of things in her life, but never had she expected to find her husband in such a state. She sits on the sofa looking at her husband wile smoking a cigarette to try to understand what was going on. Francis was petrified of shame.

After her cigarette, she took her phone and took many pictures of him for evidences for her divorce. She dint know what to think. Feeling anger, deception, rage, trahison over her husband for playing whitout her nowing it.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie returns home from a canceled business trip to find her husband, Francis, in an auto bondage scenario in the living room, wearing a wet diaper and onesie with a pacifier in his mouth. She is shocked and takes photos for evidence, feeling a mix of anger and betrayal.

Melanie's eyes narrowed as she took in the full extent of her husband's depraved setup. The living room had been transformed into a twisted nursery, complete with a giant baby bottle and a mountain of diapers. The smell of urine hit her nose, making her gag. She felt her blood boil. How could he do this?

Her rage grew colder as she noticed a small piece of paper sticking out from under one of the pillows propping Francis's head up. She marched over, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor, and snatched it up. The note was neatly written in a flowing script she didn't recognize.

"Dear Melanie," it began, "I know this may come as a shock, but I felt you deserved to know the truth about the man you married. Francis has been seeing someone else, someone who shares his… unique tastes. He's been living a double life, playing baby for his Mommy mistress. I hope this helps you understand why he's been so distant. I wish you strength in this difficult time."

The note was a bombshell. Melanie's hand trembled as she read the words over and over, trying to make sense of the situation. Her mind raced with questions. Who had sent this? Why now? And who was this woman who had been playing with her husband's twisted fantasies behind her back?

SUMMARY^1:THIS TEXT IS CREATED BY ABSTRON Melanie discovers a letter revealing that Francis has been engaging in ABDL activities with a mistress, which explains his recent distance and the diapered state she found him in.

Francis started to wigle to try to free himself along whit unperceptable moaning as if he wanted to talk. Melanie asked him : Soo you like to dressed and act like a pour little baby ? hun ?? Look at you !!! your in a diaper. and by the look and smell of it, you like to wet and mess them as a baby !. And you cheated on me whit another woman ???

Melanie's voice was a mix of anger and disgust as she crumpled the note in her hand. Her thoughts were racing, but one thing was clear: she wasn't going to let this slide. Loking at him securely bonded. Stay there while i search your computer for awnsers on what i should whit you.

As she stomped to the study, her heels echoing through the house, she felt a strange mix of emotions. The anger was still there, but now it was laced with a cold, calculating determination. Whoever had sent this note had done her a favor, she realized. They had handed her the power she needed to take control of her husband's life.

When she reached the computer, her fingers flew over the keyboard, searching for any trace of this other woman. The screen flickered to life, revealing a treasure trove of emails and messages that confirmed her worst fears. There were pictures of Francis dressed in diapers, playing with toys, and sucking on pacifiers with a woman who had a cruel smile and stern eyes. Melanie felt her stomach twist into knots as she read the exchanges, filled with terms of endearment and plans for their next rendezvous.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie confronts Francis about his ABDL lifestyle and infidelity with a mistress, then searches his computer for more information, finding explicit images and messages that confirm her suspicions.

She also saw her husband dressed as a baby girl whit a Pink Diaper and dress, sucking on a large Dildo. Melanie was shoked.

Melanie's hand hovered over the mouse, her heart racing as she scrolled through the incriminating evidence. The note had been a gift, a twisted key to a door she never wanted to open. But now that it was ajar, she couldn't resist the urge to peer into the depths of her husband's secrets.

As she sifted through the emails, a peculiar message caught her eye. It was from an anonymous account, the subject line reading, "The Truth Revealed." Her pulse quickened as she clicked it open. The message was brief and to the point: "I couldn't stand watching him lie to you any longer. This is what he truly desires. He's not the man you think he is. He's a baby, a sissy, a disgrace."

Melanie's anger began to give way to curiosity. Her eyes fell on the images of her husband dressed as a baby girl, and she felt something she hadn't expected—a strange thrill. The power dynamics here were clear, and something within her stirred, a part of her she had never acknowledged before. Without realizing it, she felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips.

Standing over Francis, she took a deep breath and made her decision. "You know what, sweetie?" she said, her voice laced with mock sweetness. "I think I'll take up the mantle of your Mommy mistress."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie finds photos of Francis dressed as a baby girl with a dildo, and a message from an anonymous sender revealing his true nature. Despite her shock, she feels a thrill at the power dynamics and decides to take on the role of his Mommy mistress.

Her eyes gleaming, Melanie leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You're going to be my little baby boy from now on." She could feel his body tense in anticipation, and she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. The anger was still there, but it had morphed into something else—excitement.

Melanie returned to the living room, her mind racing with ideas. She took off the gag pacifier with the ease of a pro, the rage of betrayal now a distant memory. She picked up the giant baby bottle, the one she had seen in the photos, and held it to his lips. "Open wide, baby," she cooed, her voice dripping with authority. To her surprise, he eagerly obeyed, his eyes locked onto hers as he began to suckle greedily.

Now . Ill explain whats next for you .

Melanie felt a thrill run down her spine as she took charge of the situation. Instead of recoiling in horror, she found herself drawn to the power dynamics at play. This was her chance to reshape their marriage, to claim the upper hand and explore the depths of his submission. She saw the hunger in his eyes, the desperation to please, and it only served to stoke the fire of her newfound dominance.

"Good boy," she murmured as he suckled from the bottle, his cheeks hollowing with each eager pull. The sound of liquid slurping filled the room, a stark contrast to the tension that had been there moments before. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at his obedience. "You're going to be my little baby boy, aren't you?"

SUMMARY^1: Melanie takes control and decides to make Francis her baby boy, gagging him with a pacifier and feeding him from a giant baby bottle. She relishes the power she holds over him and his desperate need to please her.

Her voice grew firmer as she laid out her new set of rules. "From now on, you'll wear diapers 24/7, and you'll ask for permission to do anything—eat, sleep, even go to the bathroom." Francis nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the desperation in them, the need to be controlled, and it was intoxicating.

Melanie strutted over to the changing table, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman in charge. She picked up a fresh diaper and a pack of baby wipes, feeling a strange sense of excitement building within her. "You'll need to be changed only when your diapers is full or if i feel like it. That means that your need to do your pooppys for me to change you.," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And if you're a good boy, I might even let you play with your toys."

The sight of her husband, once the dominant force in their relationship, now reduced to a whimpering mess in a soggy diaper was surprisingly thrilling. She felt a surge of power as she untied the soiled garment and began to clean him up. His cheeks burned red with embarrassment, but his eyes remained locked on hers, filled with a mix of fear and longing. This was the man she had married, and yet she had never felt so in control.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie establishes strict rules for Francis's new life as a diapered baby, requiring his full submission. She finds the experience of changing his dirty diaper surprisingly exhilarating and maintains control with the promise of toys and rewards for good behavior.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie returns home to find Francis in an ABDL scene, revealing his secret life and infidelity. After confronting him, she embraces the power dynamic and begins treating him as her baby boy, establishing strict rules and enjoying the control she has over him. She finds changing his diapers to be surprisingly thrilling.

Melanie discarded the dirty diaper and wiped him down with a baby wipe, taking her time to ensure every inch of his skin was clean. She then opened a fresh diaper and placed it under his bare bottom, patting it gently. "You're going to love this," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and sternness. "From now on, you're going to be my little sissy baby." " Look what i have fond in your stuff, " Melanie shows a nice little pink chastety device whit the keys.that Francis used to wear from time to time whit his mistress. " I guess that since you like to be a baby girl, your tiny little noodle whont be of any use anymore. and besides , a baby your age dont uses his weener for pleasure… are you happy baby ??

Francis nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. He watched as Melanie secured the chastity device around his shrunken manhood, locking it in place with a click that echoed in the room. The cold metal was a stark reminder of his new reality.

Melanie stepped back and surveyed her handiwork, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Now," she said, her voice firm but not unkind, "You're going to learn what it's like to be a baby, my baby. You're going to live in a world where you have no control, where I dictate everything you do."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie introduces the concept of Francis being her sissy baby and shows him his new chastity device. She emphasizes his complete lack of control in his new life as her baby, ensuring his compliance through the combination of excitement and fear.

Melanie took out tree of the thikiest diapers she found in Francis stash and diapered his butt makin shure she made a hole in each first two diapers to let his pee go from one diaper to the next. " i just cant wait to see you whens these diapers are fulled "

Their house was quickly transformed into a bizarre, adult-sized nursery. The guest room was now a shrine to all things baby, with a crib, changing table, and a collection of pacifiers and bottles. Melanie had even painted the walls a soft shade of pink, which she found oddly soothing. The cameras were installed without Francis knowing, ensuring that every moment of his regression was captured for their private viewing pleasure—or, if Melanie felt particularly cruel, for her to share with her friends.

Juts to let you know now that you cant walk like an adult anymore. from now own, youll be crawling on the floor . your diapers need to always be in contact whit the floor." your too young to walk on hands and knees… Crawling .. you hear me baby ?

Melanie took great pleasure in watching Francis's face as he processed her words. The fear and humiliation were palpable, but there was something else there, too—desire. He knew he was in for a world of trouble, but it was the kind of trouble he had been craving all along.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie doubles down on Francis's regression, making him crawl and wear multiple diapers at once. She sets up hidden cameras in the nursery to capture his every move, taking joy in his fear and humiliation while simultaneously feeding his desire for such treatment.

With a deviously playful smile, Melanie marched over to the high chair they had bought for their hypothetical future child and secured him into it, his legs dangling awkwardly in the air. She fastened the seatbelt tightly and placed a bib around his neck, ensuring that every part of him was trapped in his new reality. The bell on the door jingled, and Melanie's eyes lit up with glee as she heard Stephanie's laughter from the hallway.

Francis felt instant PANIC.

The doorbell rang, piercing the air with a shrill, mocking tone. He knew that sound—it was Stephanie, Melanie's best friend. His eyes widened in horror as he struggled against the straps of the high chair, but Melanie just laughed at his futile efforts. "Oh, don't worry, baby," she cooed, "Stephanie's going to love meeting her new little nephew."

Stephanie breezed into the room, her eyes widening when she saw the spectacle before her. "Mel, what on earth—" she began, but she was cut off by Melanie's gleeful laughter. "Surprise!" Melanie exclaimed, gesturing to Francis in his pink onesie and bulging diaper. "This is my little sissy baby. He's going to be our little secret, aren't you, baby?"

Francis's face burned with shame as he tried to shrink into the high chair. He couldn't believe Melanie was doing this to him—exposing him to her friend like some kind of freak show. But Melanie was enjoying it, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie dresses Francis in a pink onesie and straps him into a high chair, preparing to introduce him to her friend Stephanie as their "little sissy baby." His humiliation is complete as the doorbell rings, signaling the start of a life of public exposure and ridicule.

"Steph, meet my new baby," Melanie said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Isn't he adorable?"

WTF . look at him !! whats going on ?? OMQ i cant beleive it.. hahahhaha.

Melanie explained to Stephanie that she caught her husband one night all tied up in autobondage and wearing diaper and a gag pacifier…And that i was cheating on her whit a Mistress.

Stephanie couldn't hold back her laughter, her eyes dancing with amusement as she took in the sight of Francis in his new state. She leaned in close, whispering to Melanie, "You know what they say, when the cat's away, the mice will play."

Melanie nodded, her smile wicked. "And when the cat comes back, she plays with her mouse in ways it never imagined."

Stephanie's eyes widened in delight at the sight of Francis in the high chair, his face a mask of mortification. She stepped closer, leaning over to inspect the bulging diaper. "Looks like someone's already had an accident," she giggled, her voice high-pitched and taunting.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie presents Francis to Stephanie as her "new baby," revealing his ABDL secret and infidelity. Both women laugh at his expense, with Stephanie noting his already-soiled diaper, adding to his embarrassment.

Melanie couldn't help but laugh alongside her friend, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie in their shared humiliation of her husband. "Oh, he's just a little messy," she said, patting the bulge with a grin. "But don't worry, I've got plenty of diapers to keep him fresh.but for the next few weeks… ill let him play in his full diapers for him to understand how fun it is to sit in a wet and messy stinky diaper for all to see how a real baby he really his. cant wait to see his face when they start leaking on the floor powerless. "

Stephanie's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of watching this unfold. "Can I help?" she asked, her voice filled with mischief.

Melanie nodded, her smile growing wider. "Of course, Steph. In fact, I think it's only fair that you get to enjoy this as much as I do."

Stephanie clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" She approached Francis, who was squirming in his chair, trying to shrink away from her gaze. "Hi there, little baby," she cooed, poking his cheek playfully. "How does it feel to be in diapers again?"

SUMMARY^1: Melanie shares her plan to let Francis sit in soiled diapers for weeks to teach him a lesson, and Stephanie eagerly offers to help with the humiliation, beginning with teasing him in his high chair.

Melanie handed her a rattle, and Stephanie took it with glee. She began to shake it in front of Francis's face, watching as his eyes followed the shiny object. "So, baby, tell me, what's your favorite part of being a baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Francis's cheeks burned with humiliation, but he knew better than to ignore a question from his new Mommy or her friend. he said that he, like to sit in diapers and enjoy acting as a baby. it made him feel secured.

Melanie leaned against the hight chair crossing her arms over her chest. "How about when you have to wear these in public?" she asked, holding up a fresh diaper. "Do you like showing off your baby bum?" Francis nodded shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes, Mommy."

Stephanie giggled, taking a seat on the couch across from them. "So, baby boy, tell me, what's it like to be in diapers all the time?" she asked, her tone playfully teasing. "It's…comfortable," Francis managed to say, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Melanie leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But what about when you have to go poopy?" she prodded. "Do you like asking for permission to use the potty?" "Y-yes, Mommy," he replied, his voice cracking with shame.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie continue to taunt Francis, discussing his new life in diapers and his humiliation in public. They press him on his feelings about being a diapered adult, with Francis awkwardly admitting he finds comfort in the scenario.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie embraces her role as Francis's Mommy, introducing a chastity device and diapering him in front of her friend Stephanie. They both find humor in his plight, with Melanie planning to keep him in soiled diapers for weeks as punishment. They discuss his feelings, and despite his embarrassment, he admits to finding comfort in the situation.

Stephanie's laughter grew louder as she began to pepper Francis with a barrage of humiliating questions. "What's it like to be a baby again, Frankie?" she cooed, using his childhood nickname. "Do you miss wearing big boy pants?" "Y-yes, sometimes," he murmured, his eyes darting between the two women.

"And do you like having Mommy change your dirty diapers?" she continued, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "Does it make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?" Melanie couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her husband squirming under the scrutiny. "Go on, baby," she encouraged, "tell Stephanie how much you love being a baby." "Y-yes," Francis stuttered, his face a picture of pure mortification. "It makes me feel safe."

Stephanie leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with amusement. "So, you like being helpless, huh?" she said, poking at the plastic pants that covered his diaper. "What about when you have to go in front of other people?" "I-it's embarrassing," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But I know it's what I need."

Melanie's smile grew even wider as she watched her husband's humiliation unfold. "Tell us more, baby," she coaxed. "What's the best part of being a baby?" "The…the attention," he murmured, his eyes downcast. "And the feeling of…being taken care of."

SUMMARY^1: Francis's humiliation escalates as Melanie and Stephanie continue to mock him, with Stephanie using his childhood nickname to add to his discomfort. He admits to enjoying the feelings of helplessness and the attention he receives from his new role, despite the embarrassment of being seen in diapers by others.

Stephanie leaned in even closer, her eyes alight with curiosity. "So, you like it when Mommy changes your dirty diapers?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Y-yes," Francis stuttered, his cheeks flaming. "It's…comforting."

"And what about when you're out in public?" she prodded, her grin widening. "Do you like it when people stare at you in your little baby outfit?" "I-it's embarrassing, but…yes," he admitted, his voice a mere squeak.

Melanie couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "So, you're a little exhibitionist, are you?" she asked, her tone teasing. "Do you get a thrill from people watching you in your diaper?" "Y-yes, Mommy," he murmured, his eyes pleading for mercy.

Stephanie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she thought of all the humiliating scenarios they could put him through. "What if we take you out in public like this?" she asked, her voice a purr. "How would you feel if we went to the mall and you had to ask to be changed in the baby changing room?" "H-humiliated," he managed to get out, his voice strained.

"But that's the best part, isn't it?" Melanie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The more people who see you in your diapers, the better you feel?"

Francis nodded meekly, his eyes downcast. "Y-yes, Mommy."

SUMMARY^1: The conversation turns to Francis's enjoyment of public diaper changes and the attention it brings him. He admits to being an exhibitionist and getting a thrill from people watching him in his baby attire. The women continue to mock him, with Melanie suggesting they take him to the mall in his current state, pushing his boundaries even further.

Stephanie's grin grew wider as she thought of more humiliating scenarios to put him through. "And when you're all messy and wet?" she asked, her voice filled with mock concern. "Do you like it when Mommy has to clean you up?" "Y-yes," Francis whispered, his cheeks burning with shame.

"What if we take you to a baby shower?" Melanie suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You can be the entertainment. And well make you do exactly what the other REAL baby do. the googoo gaagaa, make you drool helplesly in front of all the other mothers" Francis's eyes widened in horror, but he knew better than to protest. He simply nodded, his voice barely audible.

"How about we dress you up as a baby girl for Halloween?" Stephanie added, her laughter bubbling over. "You'd make the perfect little princess." "Y-yes, Mommy," he murmured, his heart racing.

The barrage of humiliating questions continued, with Melanie and Stephanie taking turns poking fun at Francis's new status. They discussed his new diet of baby food and bottles, his lack of privacy in the bathroom, and the thrill of being paraded around in public in his diapers. Each question was met with a shiver of fear and a nod of acceptance from Francis, his voice growing smaller and more submissive with every answer.

SUMMARY^1: The humiliation intensifies as Melanie and Stephanie discuss taking Francis to a baby shower and dressing him as a baby girl for Halloween. They also plan to control his diet and bathroom routines, further stripping him of his adult dignity and reinforcing his submissive role. Despite his fear, Francis accepts these new conditions, speaking only in a submissive tone.

Melanie excused herself for a moment, leaving Francis with Stephanie, who took this opportunity to lean in closer and whisper, "You know, Melanie and I used to have little bets about what kind of kinky stuff you'd be into. I never thought it would be this extreme, though." She giggled, her eyes glinting with excitement. "But now that we know, the sky's the limit for what we can do to you."

Her words sent a shiver down Francis's spine, but he was too overwhelmed with embarrassment to respond. The thought of being under the constant scrutiny and mockery of not just Melanie, but her friends as well, was almost too much to bear. But he knew that this was his fate now—his strange desires had been laid bare, and he was at their mercy.

Melanie left the room, her laughter trailing behind her as she went to search for the hidden rubber penis she had heard about in the emails. Francis felt a momentary flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, she would be too embarrassed to bring it up in front of Stephanie. But as he heard her footsteps approaching again, his hope was quickly dashed.

Melanie re-entered the room, holding the massive rubber phallus like a trophy. "Look what I found," she announced, her voice dripping with amusement. "It seems my baby has been hiding something from us."

Stephanie's eyes bulged as she took in the sight. "What in the world is that?" she squealed, her voice a mix of shock and delight.

SUMMARY^1: Left with Stephanie, Francis feels the weight of his situation as she whispers about their past bets regarding his kinks. Melanie leaves the room and returns with a large rubber penis, hinting at even more embarrassing secrets she's discovered. The room fills with laughter as the women discuss his hidden desires, leaving him feeling utterly exposed and at their mercy.

SUMMARY^2: The women continue to mock Francis, pushing his boundaries with the idea of public diaper changes and dressing him as a baby girl. He admits to enjoying the exhibitionism and accepts his new submissive role. Melanie shares embarrassing secrets with Stephanie, leaving Francis feeling vulnerable and fully under their control.

Melanie held up the massive rubber penis with a wicked grin. "It's your baby's little secret," she said, her voice low and sultry. "He's been hiding this from us for years."

Stephanie couldn't stop staring, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Oh my God, is that what I think it is?" she gasped.

Melanie nodded, her grin widening. "It's his little baby toy," she said, her voice filled with mock pity. "Isn't it sad that he needs something so big to feel like a man?"

Stephanie couldn't help but laugh as she took the rubber penis from Melanie's hand, examining it with a mix of fascination and horror. "This is…this is just wrong," she said, her voice shaking with mirth.

Melanie returned to the living room, the large rubber phallus in hand. She approached the high chair with a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Look what Mommy found," she said, holding it up for Francis to see. "It seems you've been a naughty baby, hiding your big boy toys from us."

Stephanie couldn't believe her eyes as Melanie attached the rubber penis to the tray of the high chair, directly in front of Francis's face. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Oh, just a little reminder for our baby boy," Melanie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She fastened the toy to the tray with a smack, ensuring it was secure. "Every time you look at it, you'll remember what you've become."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie reveals a large rubber penis, exposing another of Francis's secrets, and attaches it to the high chair tray as a constant reminder of his new role. The women laugh at his humiliation, with Stephanie examining the toy with disbelief and amusement, adding another layer to Francis's public degradation.

The rubber penis stared back at Francis, a silent sentinel of his humiliation. He felt a strange mix of anger and arousal, his body betraying him even in this moment of complete degradation. He couldn't believe that Melanie had found his most deeply hidden secret, the one thing that had brought him pleasure when he was feeling his most powerless.

Melanie's voice was like a whip crack, snapping him out of his thoughts. "So, baby, tell us," she said, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent, "What do you do with this thing?"

Stephanie leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Is it for when you're feeling extra…frisky?" she asked, her voice full of laughter.

Melanie ignored the question, her eyes gleaming as she stepped closer to the high chair. "Do you remember when you used to hide this from me?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous. "When you thought you could have your little secret life?"

Francis nodded, his eyes fixed on the rubber penis in front of him. He could feel the beginnings of an erection, despite his embarrassment.

"Good boy," Melanie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's talk about this little friend of yours. What do you do with it when you're all alone?"

Francis's cheeks burned with a blend of anger and arousal as he remained silent, his eyes flickering between the rubber penis and his wife's amused gaze. Melanie leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Do you pretend it's Mommy's?" she whispered, her voice a mix of curiosity and disgust.

SUMMARY^1: The sight of the rubber penis brings a mix of anger and arousal to Francis, as he realizes his deepest secret is out. Melanie's questions about his use of the toy and Stephanie's curiosity add to his humiliation, leaving him unable to respond except with nods and silence, hinting at his deepening submission and embarrassment.

The room grew tense, the air thick with the scent of diapers and humiliation. Stephanie watched the scene unfold with a mix of horror and fascination, unsure if she should laugh or offer comfort to her friend's husband. "What does he do with it?" she finally asked, her voice tentative.

Melanie leaned in closer to Francis, her voice a seductive whisper. "Why don't you show her, baby?" she coaxed. "Show us how good you are at sucking your baby toy."

Francis felt his face heat up even more as he reached out tentatively for the rubber penis. He wrapped his lips around the tip, his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. He knew that Melanie and Stephanie were watching him, their eyes boring into him as he began to suck. He tried to ignore their laughter, focusing instead on the feeling of the cold, unyielding material in his mouth.

Melanie took out her phone and began to record, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Say it, baby," she coaxed, her voice a mix of amusement and malice. "Tell us how much you like to suck on your baby toy."

Francis's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and humiliation as he took a deep breath and let out a whimper. "I like to suck…big penis," he murmured, his voice muffled by the rubber phallus.

Melanie and Stephanie erupted into peals of laughter, their amusement only fueling Francis's embarrassment. "Again, baby," Melanie said, her voice gleeful. "Say it like you mean it."

SUMMARY^1: The atmosphere in the room is thick with embarrassment as Francis succumbs to Melanie's humiliating request, sucking on the rubber penis. The situation escalates as Melanie records him and commands him to voice his pleasure, reducing him to a blushing, obedient baby in front of his wife and her friend.

With a deep, humiliated breath, Francis began to suck on the rubber penis with more vigor, his cheeks hollowing out as he tried to ignore the camera phones pointed at him. "I like to suck big penis," he murmured, his voice shaking.

"Is that right, baby?" Melanie said, her voice full of fake sweetness. "You like to suck on your little baby toy?"

Stephanie couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "What else do babies like to do with their penises?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do you like to play peek-a-boo with it?"

Francis felt his face burn even hotter as he took the bait. "N-no," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I like when it's…inside me."

Stephanie's laughter grew louder, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Inside you?" she repeated, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. "So you're a little sissy slut, are you?"

Melanie's smile grew even wider as she watched her husband's face contort with humiliation. "Tell us more, baby," she coaxed, her voice filled with mock sweetness. "What do you like Mommy to do with it?"

Stephanie's eyes widened with shock and glee as she leaned in closer. "Do you like it when Mommy pegs you?" she asked, her voice a delighted squeal.

Melanie's smile grew even more wicked as she nodded encouragingly. "Go on, baby," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Tell us what you really like."

SUMMARY^1: Francis, already humiliated, admits to enjoying the rubber penis inside him, prompting Stephanie to label him a "sissy slut." Melanie's sadistic delight intensifies as she pushes him further, coaxing him to reveal his most private preferences to both her and Stephanie, deepening his embarrassment and submission.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie exposes another of Francis's secrets with a rubber penis, which she attaches to the high chair tray. The women humiliate him by questioning his use of the toy and recording his reactions, pushing him to admit his preferences. This escalates his submission and embarrassment.

SUMMARY^3: Melanie discovers Francis's ABDL setup and confronts him, then embraces her role as his dominant Mommy. She introduces a chastity device and enjoys the power, even sharing his humiliation with friend Stephanie. Francis admits to finding comfort in his submissive role and enjoys the exhibitionism, leading to further degradation with the rubber penis exposure.

Francis took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes never leaving the rubber penis. "I…I like when Mommy pegs me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "It makes me feel…like a girl.."

Stephanie's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she squealed with laughter. "Oh my God, this is too much," she gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. "You like to be fucked like a slut?"

Melanie's grin grew even more evil as she leaned in closer to Francis. "Is that right, baby?" she asked, her voice a sweet caress wrapped in barbed wire. "You like when Mommy's strap-on fills your little sissy hole?"

Francis nodded, his eyes still fixed on the rubber penis. "Y-yes, Mommy," he murmured, his voice shaking. "It makes me feel…complete."

Melanie's smile grew even more sadistic as she listened to her husband's confession. "Keep sucking, baby," she ordered, her voice cold and commanding. "Don't stop until Mommy tells you to."

Francis nodded, his cheeks hollowing as he continued to suck on the rubber penis, his mind racing with fear and arousal. He knew that he was at Melanie's mercy, and she was enjoying every moment of his humiliation.

Melanie leaned back, her eyes never leaving her husband's face. "You know what, baby?" she said, her voice a sweet lilt of malice. "I think it's time for you to experience the real thing."

SUMMARY^1: Francis confesses to enjoying being pegged by Melanie, leading to her commanding him to continue sucking the rubber penis. Her sadistic pleasure in his humiliation is evident, and she hints at escalating his punishment to the real deal, leaving him in a state of fearful arousal.

Stephanie's eyes grew wide with excitement as she watched Melanie walk over to the closet, her hips swaying with each step. "Oh, I can't wait to see this," she murmured, her voice low and eager.

Melanie returned with a large, pink strap-on, the kind that could fill any adult-sized hole. She held it up to Francis's face, letting him feel the weight and the coldness of the material. "How does it feel, baby?" she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and malice.

Francis's eyes widened in terror, but he knew better than to protest. He nodded, his mouth still full of the rubber penis, a muffled sound of defeat escaping him. Melanie leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now, I want you to keep sucking until I tell you to stop. Understood?"

He nodded again, his cheeks red with embarrassment and his heart racing. The taste of rubber filled his mouth, a constant reminder of his new reality. Melanie stepped back, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she turned to Stephanie. "You know what, Steph?" she said, her voice filled with mischief. "I think it's time we show him what a real baby gets."

Stephanie's eyes lit up as she realized what Melanie was suggesting. "Oh, yes," she said, her voice eager. "Let's see how much of a baby he really is."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie retrieves a large pink strap-on, further humiliating Francis by having him continue to suck on the rubber penis. She and Stephanie discuss pushing his boundaries further, hinting at an even more degrading experience involving the strap-on, their excitement and enjoyment of his plight palpable.

Melanie approached Francis, the strap-on jutting out from her waist like a grotesque exclamation point to their twisted conversation. "Do you think you're ready for the real thing, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement.

Stephanie leaned in, her eyes glinting with excitement. "How do you get him to take it all?" she whispered, her gaze flickering down to the bulge in Melanie's pants.

Melanie smirked, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "It's all about preparation," she said, her voice low and sultry. "We'll start with the baby lube and some toys, get him nice and stretched out."

Stephanie's eyes widened with excitement, her cheeks flushing. "Oh, I've never seen anything like this before," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of shock and fascination.

Melanie nodded, her smile wicked. "It's quite the sight, isn't it?" she said, patting the strap-on. "But before we introduce him to his new reality, we need to make sure he's ready." She walked over to the diaper bag she had prepared, pulling out a bottle of baby lube. "This is going to make sure our little sissy's hole is nice and slippery for his first real diaper change."

Stephanie watched in amazement as Melanie squeezed a generous amount of lube onto her fingers, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You're really going to do it?" she asked, her voice a mix of horror and excitement.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie discuss preparing Francis for the real strap-on experience, with Melanie detailing the use of baby lube and toys to stretch him. The women's excitement and enjoyment of his degradation is clear, as they plan to make him fully experience his new identity as a diapered sissy.

"Oh, yes," Melanie said, her voice filled with a cold excitement. "Our baby boy needs to learn his place." She turned to Francis, her eyes gleaming with malice. "lets get him out of his highchair and lay him on the floor. we will drop his diaper down .

Melanie carefully unbuckled the high chair straps, her movements precise and calculated. The plastic made a satisfying snick as it released him, and she lifted him out, setting him down on the plush carpet with surprising gentleness. Despite his embarrassment, Francis felt a strange thrill run through him at the thought of what was to come.

Stephanie watched with a mix of shock and fascination as Melanie knelt beside him, her eyes never leaving his face. "You're going to be a good baby and let Mommy prep you, aren't you?" she cooed, her voice sticky sweet.

Francis nodded, his heart racing as he felt the cold, lubricated finger pressing against his sphincter. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to allow this, but the excitement was too intense to resist. Melanie's finger slid in easily, a testament to how often she had been sitting on his rubber dicky in secret.

Melanie took the dick Francis was sucking and fixed the dildo on the floor whit the sucktion cup beneat. Francis was naked in front of the ladys and was asked to simply put the tip of the dick to his sissy hole and wait. It dint take 5 mins and Francis already started to sit on the dildo out of excitement.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie prepares Francis for the strap-on experience by having him sit on a lubricated dildo attached to the floor. Despite his embarrassment, his arousal is evident, showcasing his complete submission to his new life as a diapered sissy. The presence of Stephanie amplifies the humiliation and his excitement.

SUMMARY^2: Francis admits to enjoying pegging, leading Melanie to bring out a pink strap-on. The women discuss preparing him for the real experience, using baby lube and toys for stretching. They force him to suck on the rubber penis and sit on a lubricated dildo, showcasing his submission and arousal in his new diapered sissy identity.

Stephanie watched in amazement as Francis's body seemed to take over, his hips rocking back and forth as he tried to impale himself on the large rubber phallus. "Look at him," she said, her voice filled with laughter. "He's practically begging for it."

Melanie smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and cruel amusement. "It seems our little sissy baby is more than ready for his first taste of the real thing," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She stepped in front of him, the pink strap-on jutting out from her hips like a weapon of mass humiliation. "Open up wide, baby," she said, her voice a wicked purr.

Stephanie couldn't help but laugh as she watched Francis squirm, his face a picture of pure embarrassment and arousal. "Oh my God, this is priceless," she gasped, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "I can't believe you've been keeping this from us all these years."

Melanie's smile grew even more wicked as she reached out and grabbed the base of the dildo, holding it still. "Looks like he's enjoying his little show and tell," she said, her voice a mocking purr. "But let's not forget the main event."

Stephanie nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving the sight of Francis trying to impale himself on the toy. "I can't wait to see him in action," she said, her voice full of excitement.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie watch and mock Francis as he unknowingly prepares himself for the strap-on with a dildo. His humiliation and arousal are clear, while the women revel in his degradation, hinting at the "main event" to come, which is his first experience with the strap-on.

Melanie leaned in closer to Francis, her breath hot against his cheek. "You know what happens next, baby," she whispered, her voice a seductive mix of amusement and power. "Mommy's put your diaper back on so you can enjoy your rubber dicky.."

With a flick of her wrist, she unlocked the suction cup, freeing the dildo from the floor. Francis's body jerked as the cold plastic slammed into his prostate, his eyes rolling back in his head. He gasped, his breath coming in short.

"Mommy's going to put you back in your diaper now," Melanie said, her voice low and sweet, the kind of sweetness that could cut glass. She picked up the soiled diaper and folded it in half, sliding it under him with practiced ease. The cool fabric sent a shiver up his spine, and he felt the wetness from his earlier mess spread out against his skin.

Melanie grabbed the base of the dildo, holding it steady as she positioned the diaper around his waist. "Come on, baby," she coaxed, her voice a mix of mockery and excitement. "Let's leave you in just your diaspers for us to see baby you are and get on your tummy to show off your little baby ass"

With a tremble, Francis did as he was told, his knees wobbling slightly as he lowered himself to the floor. The cold plastic of the dildo remained lodged inside him, a stark reminder of his new reality. He crawled over to Melanie, his movements clumsy and awkward. His face was a mask of embarrassment, his cheeks flushed and his eyes downcast.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie teases Francis, placing him back in his diaper with the dildo still inside, heightening his humiliation. She commands him to crawl over to her, showcasing his obedience and the start of his life as a helpless, diapered sissy baby for their entertainment. The scene underscores the complete power shift in their relationship.

Melanie and Stephanie watched him with amusement, their conversation continuing as if he were nothing more than a pet performing a trick. "So, what's next for our little baby boy?" Melanie mused, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've got a few ideas, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, Steph."

Stephanie leaned back, her eyes raking over Francis's pathetic form. "Well, it's clear he enjoys being on display," she said, her voice thoughtful. "Why don't we take him out in public like this? Maybe to the mall or a restaurant?"

Melanie's smile grew even more wicked at the suggestion. "Oh, I've already thought of that," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But first, we need to make sure he's fully trained. Can't have him making a mess everywhere, can we?"

Melanie picked up a large, pink pacifier and held it out to Francis. "Open up, baby," she cooed. "Let Mommy give you your binky."

With a mix of humiliation and obedience, Francis parted his lips, allowing Melanie to pop the pacifier into his mouth. She fastened it behind his head with a snap, ensuring it was secure. The rubber nub filled his mouth, muffling any protest he might have had.

"Now, baby," Melanie said, her voice sweet as honey and just as sticky, "Stephanie wants to hear you admit how much of a pathetic diaper filling fag you are." She leaned in close, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she patted his cheek. "Can you do that for Mommy?"

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie discuss future humiliations for Francis, including taking him out in public in his diaper. Before that, Melanie insists on further training to prevent any messes. She gives him a pacifier to reinforce his baby-like state, silencing any potential protests, and prompts him to admit his new identity as a diaper-wearing sissy for Stephanie's amusement.

Stephanie's eyes danced with mischief as she watched Francis's face contort around the rubber gag. "Go on," she urged, her voice a delightful mix of playfulness and malice. "Tell us what you really think of yourself."

Melanie leaned down to whisper in his ear, her breath hot and heavy. "It's okay, baby," she cooed, her voice a twisted lullaby. "You can say it. You know it's true."

Stephanie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched the silent struggle playing out on Francis's face. She leaned in closer, her voice a teasing whisper. "Say it," she urged, her tone playful. "Say, 'I'm just a pathetic diaper filling fag.'"

Melanie's laughter filled the room as she watched her husband's cheeks redden around the pacifier. "Look at him," she said, her voice full of glee. "He's so desperate to be heard, but Mommy's little binky is keeping him nice and quiet."

Stephanie couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Francis trying to form words around the rubber nub. "It's like watching a fish out of water," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "So, what's the next step in his training?"

Melanie leaned back, her eyes never leaving her husband's pathetic form. "First things first," she said, her voice still coated in sweetness. "Babies don't get to use big boy toys. So, starting today, no more computer, no more car, and definitely no more playing with your bank account, baby."

SUMMARY^1: As Melanie and Stephanie continue to humiliate Francis with the pacifier, they discuss his new restricted life as a diapered sissy. The women decide to take away his privileges and independence, treating him as a true baby with no access to adult toys, transportation, or finances, cementing his role as their submissive plaything.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie and Stephanie watch Francis prepare for the strap-on, deepening his humiliation. They plan to take him out in public in diapers and discuss his future as a diapered sissy baby. Melanie gives him a pacifier to reinforce his new identity, stripping him of his privileges and independence, making him fully dependent on them.

Francis's eyes widened in horror, his mouth moving around the pacifier as he tried to protest. Melanie just laughed, her eyes sparkling with malicious delight. "You see, baby," she said, her voice a gentle croon, "you're not a man anymore. You're just a little baby who needs Mommy to take care of everything for you."

Melanie stood up, her towering figure casting a shadow over her cowed husband. "You're going to spend your days in the nursery, playing with your baby toys and filling your diapers," she continued, her words a cruel lullaby. "You won't need any of those grown-up things anymore."

Francis's eyes darted back and forth between the two women, the reality of his new life sinking in with every syllable. He tried to form a protest around the bulging pacifier, but all that came out was a muffled whine.

Melanie's smile grew even more smug as she watched him struggle. "You're just a baby now, sweetie," she said, her voice a mocking coo. "And babies don't get to make decisions. They just do as they're told."

Stephanie nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You're going to be such a good little baby," she said, her voice a mix of encouragement and malice. "And if you're really good, Mommy might even let you keep your job."

Melanie chuckled, her eyes never leaving Francis's panic-stricken face. "Maybe," she said, her voice a sweet lie. "But only if you're a very, very good boy."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie explains to Francis that he is now a baby with no say in his life, confined to the nursery with baby toys and diapers. He is only allowed to communicate through whines and will be subject to their will. They dangle the possibility of keeping his job as a carrot, but it's clear that his existence will be entirely under their control and mercy.

She turned to Stephanie, her smile widening. "You know what, I think it's time for a little demonstration," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge. "Let's see just how much of a baby our little sissy boy can be."

Melanie picked up a large, plush teddy bear and dangled it in front of Francis's face. "Look what Mommy brought for you, baby," she cooed, her voice a sickly sweet mockery. "You can have this if you promise to be a good boy and do everything Mommy says."

The pacifier bobbed up and down as Francis tried to speak, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Melanie leaned down, her face inches from his. "What's that, baby?" she asked, her voice dripping with fake concern. "You want to tell Mommy something?"

He mumbled around the rubber, his voice a desperate jumble of sounds. Melanie sighed dramatically. "I can't understand you, baby," she said, her voice a purr. "You're going to have to use your words."

Stephanie giggled, watching the spectacle with glee. "It's like he's trying to talk with a mouthful of mashed peas," she said, her voice high-pitched and mocking.

Melanie nodded, her smile wicked. "It's time for a lesson," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "Babies don't get to speak. They just listen and obey." She took the pacifier out of Francis's mouth and held it up. "You only get this back when you're ready to behave like a good little baby," she said, her tone a mix of playfulness and steel.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie decides to give a demonstration of Francis's new life, offering a teddy bear if he agrees to be a good baby. Despite his muffled attempts to communicate, they mock his inability to speak coherently and assert their control, taking away his pacifier as a punishment for not behaving as expected, reinforcing his complete subservience to their will.

Francis stared up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anger. He knew he was trapped, but the fire of defiance still burned within him. Melanie squatted down to his level, her face a mask of motherly concern. "Do you understand, baby?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. "You're just a baby now. You don't get to make choices or use your big boy words."

Her words hit him like a sledgehammer, echoing through his mind as he processed the gravity of his new reality. "But…but why?" he managed to squeak out, his voice a pitiful whine.

Melanie's smile was cold, her eyes gleaming with the power she now wielded over him. "Because, baby," she said, her voice a sweet, sickening parody of affection, "you've been a very naughty boy, playing with things you shouldn't have been playing with. And when babies are naughty, they get punished."

She stood up, towering over him, the pink strap-on still hanging from her waist. "From now on, you're going to live like the baby you are," she said, her voice dropping to a low, humiliating purr. "You'll eat baby food, sleep in a crib, and wear diapers 24/7."

Francis stared up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anger. He opened his mouth to protest, but she simply shook her head. "No talking," she said firmly. "Babies don't get to have a say."

Melanie picked up a jar of pureed peas from the nearby table, the smell of baby food thick in the air. "Open up, baby," she said, her voice a mix of sweetness and malice. "It's time for lunch."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie explains the extent of Francis's punishment, stripping him of his adult privileges and reducing him to a full-time diapered baby. Despite his feeble protests, she is unmoved, emphasizing that babies do not have the right to speak or make decisions. She demonstrates her control by feeding him baby food, reinforcing his new role as their submissive sissy baby.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie and Stephanie establish that Francis is now a baby with no say, confined to the nursery and dependent on them. They control his communication and remove his adult privileges, reinforcing his role as a full-time diapered sissy. They feed him baby food and ignore his protests, emphasizing his new status as their submissive plaything.

Francis stared at her, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and despair. He knew that fighting would only make it worse, so he reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing Melanie to spoon the mush into his mouth. The taste was bland and disgusting, a stark contrast to the excitement he had felt earlier.

"There you go, baby," Melanie said, her voice sickly sweet as she fed him another spoonful. "You're going to be Mommy's little angel from now on." She picked up the jar and tapped it against his lips. "Open up," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Stephanie watched with a mix of amusement and fascination as Francis, now reduced to a sniveling mess, crawled back to the high chair on all fours. His legs were trembling with the effort, the dildo still lodged firmly in his ass, bobbing with every movement. "What a good little baby," she cooed, her voice thick with sarcasm.

Melanie took the jar of peas from him and set it aside, replacing it with a bottle of baby formula. She unscrewed the top and held it out to him, her smile a cold, hard line. "You're going to drink this like a good boy," she said, her voice low and firm. "And if you spill any, you'll get a timeout in your crib."

SUMMARY^1: Francis resigns to his fate and allows Melanie to feed him baby food, swallowing his pride with each spoonful. Afterwards, he is forced into a high chair, and Melanie gives him a bottle of formula to drink, treating him like an infant. The degradation continues as they watch him crawl back, the dildo still in place, and Stephanie joins in the humiliation, calling him a good baby with sarcastic endearment. The threat of timeouts is introduced to maintain discipline in their twisted game.

Stephanie watched with glee as Melanie inserted the bottle into Francis's mouth, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked on it greedily. She walked around to the back of the chair and began to strap him in, her laughter echoing through the room. "Look at him," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and contempt. "So desperate for Mommy's milk."

Melanie nodded, her own laughter joining in. "It's like he's forgotten how to feed himself," she said, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "Such a pathetic little sissy baby."

Stephanie stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Perfect," she said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and malice. "Now everyone will see what a good little diaper slut he is."

Melanie nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now for his treat," she said, her voice a coo. She walked into the kitchen and returned with a large bowl of chocolate cake, the frosting thick and tempting. She set it down in front of Francis, her smile a wicked crescent. "Look what Mommy made for her baby boy," she said, her voice sticky with sweetness. "You're going to love it."

Without preamble, she picked up a handful of the creamy frosting and smeared it across his face, watching as his eyes widened with shock. "Open up," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and command. "You're going to eat like a good baby whit your hands"

SUMMARY^1: Francis is further degraded as Melanie and Stephanie strap him into a high chair and give him a bottle of formula, reinforcing his baby-like state. They mock his desperation and introduce the concept of timeouts for bad behavior. They then proceed to smear chocolate cake frosting on his face and instruct him to eat it with his hands, solidifying his role as a diapered sissy baby who is a source of entertainment and control for the women.

The thick, sweet cream filled his mouth as he reluctantly parted his lips, his cheeks bulging with the sticky mess. Melanie's laughter grew louder as she continued to smear the frosting over his face, getting it in his eyes and hair.

"Now, baby," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and command, "you're going to play with your food." She took a handful of the chocolate mashed potatoes and smeared them onto his bare belly. The cool, sticky mess made him squirm, but he knew better than to protest. "Rub it in," she ordered, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Reluctantly, Francis's chubby hands began to smear the potatoes over his stomach, the feel of the food against his skin sending a shiver through him. Melanie watched him with a smirk, enjoying every moment of his degradation. "Good boy," she said, her voice a purr. "Mommy's so proud of her little messy eater."

Stephanie took out her phone, the camera flashing as she began to record. "This is going to be the best episode yet," she said, her voice full of excitement. "Look at him, all covered in baby food like the sissy he is."

Melanie leaned in closer, her hand grabbing a fistful of cake. She smeared it into Francis's hair, watching with glee as it clumped together with the frosting. "You're such a messy baby," she said, her voice a mix of mockery and satisfaction. "But that's what makes you so much fun to play with."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie continue to humiliate Francis by making him play with and eat baby food off his own body. They record his degradation for their amusement and to further solidify his role as a diapered sissy. His obedience is met with mockery and more degradation, as they smeared chocolate cake in his hair and praised his messiness, reinforcing his submissive role and their control over him.

SUMMARY^2: Resigned to his fate, Francis endures being fed baby food, treated like an infant, and strapped into a high chair by Melanie and Stephanie. The concept of timeouts is introduced as a disciplinary measure. They continue to humiliate him with baby food play and record the degradation, reinforcing his new role as a diapered sissy baby under their complete control.

SUMMARY^3: Melanie and Stephanie prepare Francis for pegging with toys and lube, and he admits enjoying it. They remove his adult privileges, feed him baby food, and use timeouts as punishment, reinforcing his submissive diapered sissy identity.

Francis's eyes watered with the sticky sweetness, but he didn't dare move. He knew better than to disobey now. His new life was a twisted game of Simon Says, with the stakes being his dignity and freedom. The cake mashed into his nose and ears, the smell of chocolate and humiliation filling the air.

Melanie returned from the kitchen with a baby bottle filled to the brim with what looked like milk. She held it up to the light, the liquid inside swirling with a hint of blue. "Now, baby," she said, her voice a mocking coo, "it's time for your medicine."

The sight of the bottle filled Francis with dread. He knew that look in her eye, the glint of mischief that meant she had something particularly humiliating planned for him. He tried to resist as she approached, but the straps held him firmly in place.

"Open up, baby," Melanie said, her voice sticky with the sweetness of victory. "It's time for your medicine." She held the bottle to his mouth, the tip of the rubber nipple pressing against his trembling lips. The smell of the milk, mixed with the faint scent of something chemical, filled his nostrils.

Francis knew better than to refuse. With a sigh of defeat, he allowed the bottle into his mouth, the cool liquid filling him with a sense of dread and resentment. He took a tentative sip, the taste bitter and unpleasant, yet strangely familiar. It was as if the medicine within had been tailored to his new life's punishment, a potent cocktail of humiliation and submission.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie escalate the humiliation by forcing Francis to play with and eat baby food from his body, while being recorded. They then introduce a new element of degradation with a bottle filled with a mysterious blue liquid, which they call "medicine," reinforcing his submission and their control over him. The bitter taste of the liquid symbolizes his new life's punishment, which he reluctantly accepts.

Melanie watched him with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she tilted the bottle upwards. The blue liquid flowed freely into his mouth, the excess dripping down his chin and soaking into his bib. He swallowed it down, the bitterness coating his throat and making him gag slightly. "Good boy," she said, her voice a sweet caress that only served to heighten his embarrassment.

As the medicine took effect, Francis felt his mouth go numb, his tongue feeling thick and unresponsive. He drooled excessively, the drool pooling on the floor beneath him. Stephanie chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. "Looks like someone's teething," she said, her voice filled with mock concern.

Melanie smirked as she watched the helpless look on Francis's face. "Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, her voice a knife's edge of sweetness. "Let's get you a bib to keep you nice and dry."

Stephanie stepped forward, holding a noisy plastic bib that crinkled with every movement. She secured it around his neck, the garish colors a stark contrast to the white diaper he was in. "There," she said, her voice a mockery of sympathy. "Now you won't make a mess."

Melanie took one last look at her husband, now fully transformed into a pitiful, diapered mess, and turned to Stephanie with a grin. "Come on," she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's leave him to his bottle. I need a cigarette."

SUMMARY^1: The humiliation continues as Melanie gives Francis a bottle filled with a mysterious blue liquid, calling it "medicine." The liquid causes his mouth to go numb, making him drool. As he struggles to swallow, Stephanie puts a bib on him, treating him like a teething baby. The women then leave him in his diapered state to take his bottle, reinforcing their dominance and his dependence on them.

The two women sauntered into the living room, their laughter echoing through the house as they left Francis alone in his high chair, his face sticky with chocolate and despair. They collapsed onto the couch, the plush cushions enveloping them in a cloud of comfort as they lit their cigarettes. The smoke curled around them, a visual representation power and satisfaction that now filled the air.

"Can you believe this?" Melanie said, her voice a mix of incredulity and delight. "Our little sissy baby, all dressed up and begging for attention."

Stephanie couldn't help but laugh, the smoke from her cigarette swirling around her head like a halo of pure amusement. "It's like he's been waiting for this his whole life," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Melanie took a long drag, her eyes narrowing as she watched Francis through the open kitchen door. "And now he's going to get it," she said, her voice a dark promise. "Every disgusting, humiliating fantasy he's ever had, we're going to make come true."

"I can't wait," Stephanie said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "What's the first thing you're going to do with him?"

Melanie took a moment to consider, her mind racing with the endless possibilities. "Well, I've been thinking about turning the guest room into a proper nursery," she said, her voice filled with a wicked glee. "He'll sleep in a crib, wear his diapers all day, and only come out when I say so."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie retreat to the living room to revel in their newfound power over Francis, discussing his complete transformation into a diapered sissy baby. Melanie shares her plan to convert the guest room into a full nursery, where he'll be confined, sleep in a crib, and wear diapers permanently, only emerging when permitted. Their conversation is filled with excitement and anticipation for the ongoing humiliation they have in store for him.

SUMMARY^2: The women force Francis to drink a numbing "medicine" from a bottle, humiliating him further. Afterwards, they put him in a bib and leave him to swallow his fate. They then discuss converting the guest room into a full nursery for his permanent confinement as a diapered sissy baby, solidifying his new role in their lives.

Stephanie's eyes lit up at the thought. "Oh, that's perfect," she said, her voice a symphony of malicious excitement. "And we can get him all those adorable little baby clothes to wear."

Melanie nodded, her smile growing wider with each puff of smoke. "And the best part," she said, her voice a low, wicked whisper, "is that we're going to record it all. Every single moment of his new life as Mommy's little sissy baby."

Stephanie's eyes lit up at the idea. "You mean, like a reality show?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Melanie nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Exactly," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and malice. "We'll set up cameras all over the house, especially in the nursery. And we'll broadcast it live, 24/7, for the whole world to see."

The two women sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the crackling of their cigarettes and the muffled sounds of Francis's protests from the kitchen. Then Melanie stood up, her expression one of cold determination. "Let's remove the dick inside of him before the medication kiks the final part ," she said, her voice filled with ironie.

Stephanie nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She strode over to the high chair and began to unbuckle the straps holding Francis in place. He squirmed and whined, his face a mask of fear and humiliation, but he was powerless to stop them.

SUMMARY^1: The women discuss the idea of turning Francis's life into a 24/7 reality show, with cameras installed throughout the house, especially in the soon-to-be nursery. They plan to broadcast his humiliation and diapered existence for the world to see, which excites them immensely. They decide to remove his chastity device now, adding to his fear and anticipation of the complete life change awaiting him.

As the straps came loose, Melanie approached him with the same detached efficiency she'd used to strap him in. "Time to come out, baby," she said, her voice a cold, hard knife cutting through his protests. She grabbed the base of the dildo, her grip firm and unyielding, and began to pull.

Francis's eyes watered as the rubber invader was dragged from his body, the feeling of violation and exposure making him whimper like a child. He could feel the cold air on his bare skin, the stickiness of the lube and his own arousal mixing with the residue of the chocolate on his stomach. showing a gaping hole where his dignity used to be.

Melanie held the dildo up, examining it with a look of mock disgust. "Look at what a mess you've made," she said, her voice a cold, cruel laugh. "Your poor little anus is just begging for more, isn't it?" She tossed the toy aside and leaned down to inspect his stretched opening. "It's like you're a little baby who's just been potty trained," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't worry, baby, you're going to get plenty of practice filling your diapers from now on."

With that, she picked up a fresh diaper and began to unfold it. The sound of the plastic crinkling filled the room, a grim reminder of his new reality. He watched in horror as she powdered the inside of the diaper, the smell of baby powder mixing with the lingering scent of chocolate and despair. "Open up, baby," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and command.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie proceed to remove the chastity device from Francis, causing him pain and further humiliation. Melanie comments on his stretched anus, comparing it to a potty-trained baby's. They continue with their plan, setting the stage for his life as a diapered sissy baby by unfolding a fresh diaper and preparing it with baby powder, while he is forced to watch and accept his fate.

Reluctantly, Francis allowed her to place the diaper under him, his body trembling with the anticipation of what was to come. She pulled it up tight, the elastic snapping against his skin, sealing him in his new prison. He could feel the softness of the padding pressing against his still-exposed member, a constant reminder of his new role.

Melanie stepped back, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched him squirm. "Look at my baby," she said, her voice a mocking coo. "All snug and cozy in his diaper. preparing to fill it again"

The room was silent except for the sound of his labored breathing and the soft rustle of plastic as he shifted in his seat. His cheeks turned red with embarrassment as he felt the inevitable pressure build within him. Despite his humiliation, the feeling of the thick, bulky diaper against his skin was oddly comforting, a stark contrast to the horror of his new reality.

Melanie leaned over the high chair, her hand on his shoulder. "You know what happens next, don't you, baby?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "You're going to make a mess in your diaper, and Mommy's going to look you sit in it for somme time . Baby needs to get used the smell of his own shit.."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie successfully places Francis in a fresh diaper, mocking his predicament and reminding him of his new role. Despite his embarrassment, he feels a strange comfort from the diaper, which is quickly overshadowed by the dread of his impending loss of control as the pressure to soil it builds, knowing Melanie will force him to remain in it for a while as part of his training.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie and Stephanie remove Francis's chastity device, further humiliating him and discussing their plan to broadcast his diapered life. They prepare a fresh diaper for him, which he reluctantly accepts, feeling a mix of comfort and fear about his upcoming life in the converted nursery.

Her words sent a chill down his spine, and he realized that this was no longer a game to her. This was his new reality, a twisted playground where his every move was dictated by her whims. With a sense of dread, he felt his bowels begin to loosen, the pressure building as he tried to hold it in.

Melanie stepped back, watching him with a cruel smile as she took another drag on her cigarette. "Go ahead, baby," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and disdain. "Let it all out. Mommy's baby is doing his first poop in front of us!!! I am soo proud of you baby. maybe mommy will let Francis have his little noodle stimulated ."

The pressure grew too much, and with a sense of inevitability, Francis felt his bowels release, filling the diaper with a warm, squishy mess. The smell hit him immediately, a potent mix of fear and defeat. He looked up at Melanie and Stephanie, his eyes pleading for mercy, but all he found was their laughter, their eyes sparkling with malicious joy at his degradation.

Melanie took another puff of her cigarette, the smoke curling around her head like a halo of pure control. "Look at him," she said, her voice filled with mock amazement. "He's really doing it, Steph. He's becoming a baby before our very eyes."

SUMMARY^1: Francis succumbs to the pressure and soils his diaper in front of Melanie and Stephanie, who find his humiliation hilarious. The overpowering smell of his waste symbolizes his complete surrender to their control. Despite his pleading eyes, they only offer laughter and mock praise, emphasizing his transformation into a helpless baby in their eyes.

Stephanie couldn't help but laugh, the smoke from her own cigarette mixing with the smell of the freshly filled diaper. "It's like watching a train wreck," she said, her eyes glued to the pathetic figure that was once her friend's husband. "You can't look away, even though you know it's just going to get worse."

Melanie took another puff, the smoke curling around her face like a veil. "It's all part of the show," she said, her voice a low purr of satisfaction. "And baby's just getting started."

Francis rolled his eyes, his gaze dropping to the floor as he tried to ignore the smell that filled the room. He knew that his humiliation was only just beginning. He felt the warmth spread through the diaper, the pressure building until it was too much to bear. With a defeated sigh, he rolled over onto his side, his bottom still planted firmly on the chair, the diaper squishing beneath him.

Melanie and Stephanie watched him with amusement, their laughter filling the room. "Look at him," Melanie said, her voice a mix of pride and disgust. "He's really embracing his new role."

The two women stood up, their ciggarettes forgotten on the coffee table, and walked over to the high chair. They both leaned in, their faces a mix of fascination and disgust as they inspected the contents of Francis's diaper. "It's like watching a science experiment," Melanie said, her voice a mix of wonder and disbelief.

SUMMARY^1: The women's laughter and cigarette smoke fill the room as Francis soils his diaper, accepting his degradation. His defeat is evident as he rolls his eyes and sighs, while they inspect his mess with a mix of fascination and disgust, comparing it to a science experiment and clearly enjoying his humiliation.

Stephanie nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But instead of growing bacteria, we're growing a baby," she said, her voice a giggle. "A baby who can't even wipe his own ass."

Melanie nodded, her expression cold and calculating. "Exactly," she said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. "And the best part is, we get to watch him squirm."

Stephanie stepped closer, her eyes shining with excitement. "What's the next step?" she asked, her voice eager. "I can't wait to see what you've got planned for him."

Melanie's smile grew wider as she stubbed out her cigarette. "I've been thinking," she said, her voice a dangerous purr. "It's time to take this to the next level. We're going to play a little game."

Stephanie leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "What kind of game?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Melanie's eyes glinted with a wicked delight. "It's called 'Francis final contract'," she said, her voice a sweet caress. "its the start of his new onlyfans Carrer."

The two women returned to the kitchen, where they found Francis sitting in his high chair, his diaper sagging with the weight of his recent bowel movement. He looked up at them with a mix of fear and resentment, but the tightness of the straps kept him from doing anything more than glaring.

SUMMARY^1: The women, thrilled by Francis's regression, plan to elevate his humiliation by creating an OnlyFans account to expose his diapered life. They discuss this as they stand over him in his high chair, his diaper full and the room suffused with the odor of his defeat.

Melanie picked up her phone and opened the camera app, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's time for another round of 'who is Francis," she said, her voice a mockery of sweetness. "But this time, we're going to record it for posterity." Melanie ask her baby . What was he wearing.. who wears them . are you a baby ? do you like to mess and wet your diaper? Mommy says she love when Francis act like a baby . she also asked if he loves and enjoy to be seen as a baby in diaper ? Di you whish to be mommy sissy baby for the rest of times ? Baby awnsered all the questions positively and happyly to say that he is just a baby now and its ok like that.

Melanie nodded, her smile growing even wider as she began to record. "Now, baby," she said, her voice a coaxing whisper, "you're going to tell Mommy and Auntie Steph all about your new life. How much you love wearing diapers and being treated like a baby."

The room was silent except for the soft whir of the camera as it captured every moment of his degradation. Francis's eyes searched for any sign of mercy, but all he found was the cold gleam of Melanie's eyes, the hunger for control reflected in every pixel.

"Say it," Melanie urged, her voice a sweet caress wrapped in steel. "Tell us how much you love being Mommy's baby."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie records Francis confessing his love for wearing diapers and being treated as an infant, as part of their "Francis final contract" game. Despite his fear, he eagerly agrees to become her sissy baby permanently, with the intention of posting this confession on OnlyFans.

Francis took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. He knew the words she wanted to hear, the script he'd been rehearsing in his mind since she first put him in the high chair. "I love wearing diapers," he murmured, the sound of his own voice strange and foreign to his ears. "It makes me feel safe and protected."

Melanie's smile grew, the kind that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Good boy," she said, her voice a sticky sweetness that made his stomach churn. "Now tell us about your little baby needs."

Francis took another deep breath, his voice trembling as he spoke. "I… I need to be changed," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I made a mess in my diaper."

Melanie and Stephanie shared a look, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "Aww, baby needs a clean diaper," Stephanie cooed, her voice a mockery of sympathy. "What a good boy for telling us."

Melanie set her phone down on the counter, the recording continuing in the background. She approached Francis with a fresh diaper and a bottle of baby powder. The smell of the powder was almost overwhelming, a cloying sweetness that seemed to seep into every corner of the room. "Lift up, baby," she said, her voice a command wrapped in sugar.

SUMMARY^1: Francis confesses his love for diapers and his need to be changed to Melanie and Stephanie. They react with feigned sympathy, setting the stage for further humiliation and the continuation of their "Francis final contract" game.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie and Stephanie revel in Francis's soiled diaper, affirming his complete regression. They plan to expose his life on OnlyFans, adding to his humiliation. Francis confesses his love for diapers and agree to become Melanie's sissy baby permanently, which she records for their "final contract" game.

Reluctantly, Francis did as he was told, his body moving stiffly as he tried to maintain some semblance of dignity. Melanie pulled the soiled diaper away, the smell of his waste hitting him full force. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he watched her inspect it, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Look at all the yucky stuff you made," she said, her voice a mockery of sympathy. "You're such a good baby for filling up your diaper."

With a sense of resignation, he allowed her to clean him up, the baby wipes cold and unforgiving against his sensitive skin. She talked to him the whole time, her words a mix of sweetness and condescension that made him feel like the lowest form of life. "Such a good baby," she crooned, "letting Mommy take care of you."

As she powdered him, he couldn't help but whimper at the coolness of the powder, his body reacting despite his mind's protest. She chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Sensitive little baby," she said, her voice a taunt. "But don't worry, you'll get used to it. You're going to be in diapers for a very, very long time."

Melanie then slid the clean diaper under him, the plastic crackling under his thighs as he was lifted and placed back down. She taped it up tight, making sure it was snug and secure. "Now, baby," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and authority, "it's time for your next feeding."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie changes Francis's diaper while recording, degrading him further with baby talk. Despite his embarrassment, he's forced to admit his body's reactions, confirming his new life as a diapered sissy baby.

Stephanie handed her a bottle filled with a creamy, thick liquid. "It's baby formula," she said with a wink. "It'll help keep you nice and full through the night."

Melanie took the bottle, the cold glass a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. She placed the nipple in his mouth, and Francis took a tentative sip, the taste unfamiliar and cloying. He swallowed, his eyes drifting closed as the fatigue began to take hold. The women had given him something to make him sleepy, to ensure he was fully in character for their twisted nursery rhyme.

As he suckled on the bottle, Melanie picked him up, his body boneless with defeat. She cradled him in her arms, rocking him gently as she carried him to the newly converted nursery. The room was a candy-colored nightmare, every surface covered in pastel pink and blue, the crib at the center like a throne of humiliation. She laid him down, his diapered bottom sinking into the mattress with a soft thud. The cameras mounted on the walls hummed quietly, their red lights a silent promise of his perpetual exposure.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie give Francis a sleeping aid in the form of baby formula, then take him to the transformed nursery, where he is placed in a crib, surrounded by the reality of his new life as their sissy baby, with the constant surveillance of cameras ready to broadcast his humiliation.

With a cruel smile, Melanie strapped him into the baby parka, his arms and legs secured in the soft, padded confines. The bottle was still in his mouth, the formula dribbling down his chin onto the plush pillow beneath his head. His eyes were heavy with sleep, the potent cocktail of the chocolate and the sedatives in his system doing their work. He was utterly at their mercy, a helpless baby in a world that had grown too large and too cruel.

The cameras in the nursery hummed quietly, their red lights a constant reminder of the eyes that would be watching him, even in his most private moments. Melanie and Stephanie took their seats on the floor, their phones in hand to capture every angle of his humiliation. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the curtains drawn to keep the harshness of the outside world at bay.

Francis's eyes grew heavy, the sedatives and the warm milk in his bottle working their magic. He felt the weight of his diapered bottom sink into the mattress as the plastic of the baby parka enveloped him, immobilizing his limbs. His mouth moved mechanically, suckling on the rubber nipple as the sweet, thick liquid filled his stomach. He was aware of his new status, of the way he'd been transformed from a man to a helpless, diapered baby, but the fog of sleep was descending, stealing his ability to protest.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie dress Francis in a baby parka with a bottle, drugging him with chocolate and sedatives. They watch him succumb to sleep, trapped in his new reality as a diapered sissy baby, surrounded by cameras in the nursery.

Melanie and Stephanie sat cross-legged on the floor, their phones poised to capture every moment of his degradation. They whispered to each other, their voices a gentle susurrus in the quiet room. The only other sounds were the soft rustle of plastic as Francis shifted in his sleep and the distant hum of the cameras, a constant reminder of his new reality. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment, the weight of his situation pressing down on him like a lead blanket.

Melanie leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "You're going to listen to this every night," she whispered, her voice a sweet promise of torment. "It'll help you remember who you are now."

The sound of the recording filled the room, the words he'd spoken echoing back at him like a twisted lullaby. "I love wearing diapers," he heard himself say, the phrase looping over and over. "It makes me feel safe and protected." The phrase "Mommy's baby" was repeated ad nauseam, until it was all he could think about.

Melanie's voice was soothing, almost hypnotic in its repetition. "You're just a baby, Francis," she cooed. "You don't need to think about anything else." The words sank into his mind, a comforting mantra that washed away his fears and worries. He was just a baby, dependent on her for everything. The diaper, the bottle, the crib—it was all he needed.

SUMMARY^1: While recording him, Melanie and Stephanie play a loop of his confession of loving diapers, reinforcing his regression. They whisper soothing baby talk to him, convincing him of his new identity as their sissy baby, and he succumbs to the comfort of their dominance.

The recording played on, his own voice echoing back to him from the speakers. "I love wearing diapers," he heard himself say, the words a declaration of his new identity. "They make me feel safe and protected." With each repetition, the truth of the statement grew stronger, until it was all he could focus on. The diaper was his armor, the only thing standing between him and the cold, hard world.

Melanie's voice grew softer, a gentle lullaby that guided him deeper into sleep. "You're just a baby, Francis," she sang, the words a sweet, hypnotic mantra. "A baby who loves to wear diapers and be Mommy's good little boy." His eyes grew heavier, the room spinning in a haze of pink and blue. He was just a baby, a thought that brought him a strange comfort amidst his humiliation.

As he drifted off, the sound of the recording grew fainter, the voices of his tormentors a distant memory. The nursery was his new world, a cocoon of diapers and baby talk. The cameras watched over him, a silent audience to his descent into a life of complete dependency. His thoughts grew fuzzy, the edges of his mind blurring into a warm, safe oblivion.

The next morning, Francis woke to the sensation of a wet and messy diaper. He had soiled himself in his sleep, and the cold reality of his situation slapped him in the face like a wet fish. He lay there, staring at the crib bars, his heart racing with the knowledge that his new day was already starting with a humiliating truth.

SUMMARY^1: The recording of his confession plays on repeat, reinforcing his sissy baby identity. As he falls asleep, Melanie's lullaby-like voice convinces him of his dependence. He wakes up to a wet diaper, realizing the full extent of his new life under constant camera surveillance in the nursery.

SUMMARY^2: Melanie changes Francis's diaper, degrading him with baby talk. They give him a sedative-laced baby formula and dress him in a parka before placing him in the surveillance-equipped nursery crib. His confession plays on repeat, reinforcing his sissy baby identity, and he succumbs to sleep, only to wake up to a wet diaper, fully realizing his new life under their control.

Melanie and Stephanie entered the nursery, their laughter echoing off the walls. "Look at our little sleepyhead," Melanie cooed, her voice thick with amusement. "Baby's had an accident."

Francis's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he felt the warm wetness against his skin. He squirmed in his crib, the plastic of the diaper sticking to his thighs. He didn't dare to protest, not when the cameras were watching, not when his voice was so small and insignificant compared to theirs.

Melanie approached, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Someone had a wet diaper," she sang, her voice high and mocking. She picked him up, the smell of his mess wafting up to her nose. She didn't even bother to hide her grin as she brought him over to hight chair.

Stephanie had breakfast ready, a tray laden with baby food jars and a sippy cup of juice. She watched as Melanie press on the the soggy diaper, the mess sticking to his skin. "Look at our little baby," she said, her voice a purr. "You're going to love your new breakfast, aren't you?"

Melanie took the sippy cup and held it to his lips, the sugary scent of apple juice filling the air. He took a tentative sip, the taste of plastic faint against his tongue. He didn't have a choice; he was a baby now, and babies didn't get to choose their meals.

SUMMARY^1: Melanie and Stephanie taunt him about his wet diaper in the morning, reinforcing his sissy baby role. They serve him baby food and juice in a high chair, emphasizing his dependence and the humiliation of his new life under their control.

The women cooed and giggled as they fed him spoonfuls of mashed banana and pureed oatmeal, the baby food a far cry from the gourmet meals he'd been used to. He felt the sticky mess slide down his throat, the humiliation of his situation starkly contrasting with the sweetness of the food.

After his breakfast, Melanie picked him up and placed him on the changing table, the cold plastic a stark reminder of his newfound vulnerability. She unsnapped the plastic pants with a flourish, the loud clack echoing through the room. "Time for a diaper change," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and sadism.

With practiced ease, she peeled back the sodden diaper, revealing his red, irritated skin. The smell was overpowering, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she took a deep breath, savoring his degradation. "You're really getting the hang of this," she said, her voice a coo. "Mommy's so proud of her little sissy baby."

Three thick diapers were laid out on the changing table, the plastic crinkling as she picked them up. She wiped him down with cold, wet wipes, the sensation making him shiver despite the warmth of the room. Each swipe brought a new wave of embarrassment, his cheeks burning as he stared at the ceiling, willing himself to shrink away from their touch.

SUMMARY^1: The women feed Francis baby food, then Melanie changes his diaper, her sadistic pleasure evident. She praises his adjustment to the diapered lifestyle, while he feels embarrassed and trapped in his sissy baby role.

Melanie held up the first diaper, a pink one with cartoon bunnies playing across the front. "Look who needs a change," she cooed, her voice sticky with condescension. "Naughty baby made a mess." She spread it open and brought it down over his midsection, her hands moving with the efficiency of a mother who had done this a hundred times before.

The crinkling of the plastic was like a symphony of his submission, each rustle a note of his degradation. He felt the coolness of the clean diaper against his skin, a stark contrast to the warm mess that had been there moments before. She smoothed it down, the thickness of the material a constant reminder of his newfound status.

"Look at you," Melanie said, her voice a mix of disgust and amusement. "Mommy's got to keep you nice and dry." She tapped the side of his diaper, the sound echoing through the room like a drumbeat of his humiliation. "But not too dry, baby. We want you to feel it when you mess again."

With a smirk, she grabbed the next diaper, a thick white one with a pattern of blue stars. She unfolded it with a flourish, the sound of the plastic a declaration of his new reality. "This one's for when you get really wet," she said, her voice a taunt. "It'll keep you snug and secure."

SUMMARY^1: Melanie continues the diaper change, using it as an opportunity to further humiliate Francis, speaking to him as if he's an actual baby and teasing him about his dependency on the diapers. She shows no signs of pity, enjoying the power dynamic that has developed between them.

Melanie laid the second diaper on top of the first, the plastic crinkling with each movement. He felt the thickness of the material, a constant reminder of his confinement. "Three layers should do it," she said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "Unless you decide to go for a record."

The third diaper, a thick, white one with a repeating pattern of yellow ducks, was placed on top with a flourish. The plastic was cool against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "Now," she said, her voice a purr, "it's time for the pièce de résistance."

Melanie picked up the locking plastic pink baby pants, the sound of the snaps echoing through the room like a prison door closing. She slid them over the bulging mound of diapers, securing them snugly around his waist. He felt the cold metal of the lock click into place, the final barrier between him and any hope of escape.

The plastic was tight, the material digging into his skin, creating a vacuum-like seal around his midsection. The noise of the snaps was like a taunting reminder of his confinement, a symphony of his new reality. Each snap was a declaration of his new status, a declaration that he was nothing more than a baby in need of constant care and attention.

Melanie stepped back, her eyes raking over him with a look that was a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "Now, baby," she said, her voice a sweet command, "it's time to go play with your toys."

Without waiting for a response, she pointed to the floor, her finger beckoning him down. "Crawl," she ordered, her voice firm. "You're a baby, and babies crawl."

Francis looked at her, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. The reality of his situation was setting in, and he knew he had no choice but to obey. He slowly lowered himself over the side of the changing table, his legs wobbling as they touched the cold floor. He was naked except for the thick diaper that encased his hips and thighs, the plastic crinkling with each movement.

Melanie pointed to the basket of baby toys in the corner of the room. "Go on," she said, her voice a sweet coax. "Crawl over to your toys like a good baby."

Francis's eyes darted to the basket, filled with colorful, oversized blocks and plush animals. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he knew there was no escape. With a deep breath, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, the plastic of his diaper rustling with each movement. The room spun for a moment before his vision steadied, and he began to crawl. Each movement was a battle against his pride, his adult mind screaming in protest at the indignity of it all.

Melanie and Stephanie watched him with amusement, their eyes glinting with excitement. "It was like walking in on a scene from a porno," Melanie said, her voice filled with laughter. "He had this look of pure bliss on his face, like he'd just found nirvana in a Huggies box."

"I know, right?" Stephanie chuckled. "I've never seen anyone so… diapered." She gestured to the plush toys scattered across the floor, watching as Francis tentatively reached for a soft, blue teddy bear. "He was strapped to the table, buckled in so tight he couldn't move. And the diaper…"

Melanie smirked, her eyes never leaving the crawling figure of her husband. "It was like he was begging for it," she said, her voice a low purr. "The way his little butt wiggled in the air, just waiting to be changed. It was almost too perfect." stuck on his stomac whit his legs widly sreaded as if ready to take it in the ass.

"What was he wearing?" Stephanie asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Melanie leaned back in her chair, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "He was in full baby mode," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Diaper, onesie, the works. He had a pacifier in his mouth and was sucking on it like it was the last piece of candy on Earth."

Stephanie's eyes widened. "No way," she said, her voice a mix of shock and excitement. "What did you do?"

Melanie leaned back, her hands folded behind her head. "Well, I was pissed, to say the least," she said, her voice filled with the kind of glee that comes from a perfect storm of anger and revelation. "So, I decided to give him exactly what he wanted. And more."

Stephanie's eyes lit up with excitement. "What did you do?"

Melanie's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "I decided to take his little game to the next level," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and venom. "I told him that if he really wanted to be a baby, then he'd have to live like one. No more hiding it from me or sneaking around."

"So, what's the plan?" Stephanie leaned in, eager to hear the details of the humiliation they had in store for him.

Melanie's smile grew more wicked with each passing moment. "We're going to reenact the scene," she said, her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. "We'll set up the living room just like it was when I found him. The diaper, the onesie, the whole nine yards. And then we'll record it." but ill tie him on his back and make him show his diapers while his feets widly sreaded in the air .and well juste leave him there listening to his own voice for a couple of hours.

Stephanie nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "That's genius," she said, her voice a low purr. "He'll be begging for mercy by the end of it."

Melanie took a long drag on her cigarette, the smoke curling around her head like a halo of satisfaction. "That's the idea," she said, her eyes never leaving the pathetic figure of her husband. "he is going to live this traumatic experience again and now, infront of an audience."

Stephanie lit up a cigarette of her own, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the nursery. "It's going to be so much fun," she said, her voice a wicked giggle. "Imagine his face when he realizes we're not just teasing him anymore."

Melanie took a deep drag, the smoke curling around her like a second skin. "Oh, he'll know," she said, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "He'll know that this is his life now. A life of diapers, bottles, and baby talk."

Stephanie chuckled, her own cigarette hanging from her lips as she picked up her phone. "And let's not forget the public humiliation," she said, her thumbs flying over the screen. "We're going to upload this to OnlyFans. He'll be a star, in his own little way."

Melanie nodded, her eyes still on Francis as he clutched the teddy bear to his chest. "He'll learn to love it," she said, her voice a mix of certainty and malice. "Every time he hears that recording, he'll remember his place."

Melanie picked up a jar of baby food from the changing table, the label reading "peaches" in cheerful, bubbly letters. She unscrewed the lid and dipped her finger into the thick, orange mush. "Care for a taste?" she asked, her voice a mockery of sweetness.

Francis looked up at her, his eyes wide and pleading. He could feel his body responding to the humiliation, his cock straining against the thick fabric of his diaper. The thought of coming in his diaper, in front of her, was almost too much to bear. "P-please," he stuttered, his voice high and needy. "I-I'll be good."

Melanie's smile grew even wider as she stroked the bulge in his diaper, her finger tracing the outline of his erection. "Will you now?" she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Because you don't seem to understand the rules, baby. You don't get to come unless Mommy says so."

Her touch grew firmer, the plastic of the diaper a barrier to the skin-to-skin contact he desperately craved. She watched his face, the way his eyes rolled back in his head and his breath hitched in his throat. His entire body was tense, every muscle straining towards the orgasm that she was so cruelly withholding.

Melanie leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his. "You want to come, baby?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "You want Mommy to let you come?"

Francis nodded frantically, his eyes pleading. "Yes, Mommy," he whimpered, his voice high and needy. "Please, Mommy, let me come."

Melanie's smile grew even more wicked as she leaned in closer, her finger pressing down on the bulge of his diaper. She watched his face contort in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice a mix of amusement and power. "But you know the rules, baby. You don't get to come unless you're a good boy."

Her hand began to move in a slow, torturous rhythm, the plastic of the diaper the only thing between her and his desperate flesh. She could feel his cock throb against her palm, the heat of his arousal radiating through the thick material. She knew he was close, so close that it was almost a tangible force in the room.

"Mommy's baby needs to learn patience," Melanie said, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. She watched his face contort in a silent scream of pleasure, his body arching upwards in a futile attempt to get closer. "If you're a good boy, maybe Mommy will let you come later."

With a wicked smile, she stroked the bulge in his diaper a few more times before withdrawing her hand. Francis's body went slack, his orgasm denied, his face a picture of frustration and despair. "Now, now," Melanie cooed, her voice a patronizing imitation of comfort. "Don't be upset, baby. You'll get your reward when Mommy says so."

Stephanie's laughter filled the room as she watched the display, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Did baby have a little accident?" she teased, pointing to the small, damp spot that had appeared on the front of Francis's diaper. "Looks like someone had a little dribble of precum."

Melanie's smile grew even wider as she leaned in to inspect the spot, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, you're right," she said, her voice a mocking coo. "baby s all frustrated , aren't you?"

Without waiting for a response, she picked up the pacifier gag, the long, clear tube trailing behind it. She held it up to his mouth, the sight of it making his heart sink. "Open up," she ordered, her voice firm. "It's time for baby's milk."

Francis's eyes widened in horror as he realized what she was going to do. He struggled against the restraints, his muffled protests lost in the thick padding of the gag. Melanie just chuckled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She slid the pacifier into his mouth, the rubber nipple stretching his lips around it. He felt the tube slide down his throat, the cold plastic sending a shiver down his spine.

Melanie tightened the straps, securing the gag in place. "There you go, baby," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Now you won't be able to say naughty wordsand youll have 5 l of premixed formula slowly dripping. ."

The plastic tube snaked from the gag, down to a bottle of thick, white liquid. The bottle was placed on a stand beside the crib, the slow drip of the formula echoing through the room. Francis's eyes widened in panic as he felt the first drops of the cold, sticky fluid fill his mouth. He gagged, the taste of plastic and sweet milk mixing on his tongue.

Melanie stepped back, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're going to drink every last drop," she said, her voice a sweet command. "It's for your own good, baby. You need to stay healthy and hydrated for all the fun we're going to have."

With a final pat on his diapered bottom, she turned to Stephanie. "I've got an idea," she said, her eyes alight with mischief. "Why don't we go shopping? We need to stock up on baby supplies."

Stephanie's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, yes," she said, her voice a purr of agreement. "He's going to be our little project from now on."

The two women left the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Francis was left alone, the only sounds the drip of the formula and the hum of the cameras that recorded his every move. He felt the cold liquid pool in his mouth, the taste of plastic and sweetness making him gag. The pressure grew as the bottle emptied, the fluid filling his stomach to the brim.

He squirmed in his crib, the plastic of his diapers crinkling with every movement. His skin felt sticky and clammy, the thick padding pressing into his sensitive areas. He wished he could take it off, but the thought of their reaction filled him with dread. They had taken his dignity and replaced it with a new, twisted form of comfort.

As the hours passed, the room grew darker, the shadows playing tricks on his mind. The formula had long stopped dripping, but the taste lingered, a constant reminder of his new role. He could feel the cameras watching him, their unblinking gaze a constant presence. It was a strange mix of fear and arousal, a cocktail that left him feeling both humiliated and strangely alive.

The door creaked open, and Melanie stepped in, her heels clicking against the floor. She was dressed in a tight, black dress that hugged her curves, her hair and makeup done to perfection. "Look who's awake," she said, her voice a sweet symphony of sarcasm. "Did baby have a good nap?"

Melanie's eyes raked over him, taking in the scene. He was still tied to the table, his legs spread wide, the thick diaper clearly wet. His face was red with embarrassment, his eyes pleading for mercy. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of power at the sight.

"Well, well, well," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and anger. "Look what we have here." She set the bags down on the floor, the sound of the plastic bags rustling a stark contrast to the silence of the room. "It seems like someone had an accident while Mommy was out."

Melanie approached the table, her heels clicking like a metronome of doom. Each step brought her closer to him, her eyes never leaving the wet spot on his diaper. "What a mess," she said, her voice a knife-edge of sarcasm. "Looks like there a new baby in the house … look at yourself."

Her words sliced through the silence, the weight of his humiliation palpable. She reached into one of the bags, pulling out a new, thick diaper. "This one's going to be extra snug," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and menace. "So you really feel like the baby you are."

Melanie peeled back the soiled layers of his current diaper, exposing his clean-shaven crotch. The cool air hit his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the wetness, the stickiness that was a constant reminder of his regression. "Mommy's happy," she said, her voice a low growl. "mommy will let you play whit your toys . i love my baby soo much ."

With a cruel smile, she began to clean him up with baby wipes, her movements deliberately rough. Each swipe stung his sensitive skin, the alcohol in the wipes making him cringe. She cleaned him up with the efficiency of a mother dealing with a dirty toddler, her eyes never leaving his face.