Side Quest Part 3 (an Aiko Story)

 

“He really won't tell you where the money he stole is?” Liza gaped wondrously at the Japanese boy Aiko had brought home on a crowded bus from the other side of the state. It had been quite humorous seeing him struggle down the vehicle's steep steps in the enormous dress her friend had fitted him in. Either the bus's air-conditioning was broken or it was merely futile against the layers of thick fabric and petticoats. Ren had even tripped in his heels off the bottom step and been caught in the strong arms of the gleeful bus driver. Now two days later, Aiko and Liza were discussing the still unsuccessful attempts to get Ren to reveal where he had stashed his score.

“He really is a silly boy,” Aiko giggled. “This is his fifth outfit today. At this rate he will have paraded himself to the entire town by the weekend. I even bought him those cute balloons to carry to make sure no-one misses out on seeing him.” She tutted as she noticed one of the boys long socks had started to work its way down to his knee, and bent down to adjust it. “I have even tried changing my approach. At first, I thought bigger would be better. You saw the dress he wore on the bus with all the layers and roses. Well, now I am thinking maybe he needs to feel vulnerable – hence this lovely little number.” Still crouched at the boy's knees, Aiko tugged at the delicate ruffles of Ren's skirts. They were short and the jostling momentarily revealed the pink satin panties covered in embroidered strawberries below. Liza squealed with delight. “They match the dress!” Aiko said proudly. “Not that they've made any difference.”

“Maybe it's time to try something different.” Liza mused and brought her face inches from Ren's to examine Aiko's handy-work with the makeup brush. “Jay plays poker,” her mention of her boyfriend brought a smile to her face and she paused briefly. “Jay says that the trick to getting people to give you what you want is convincing them you are willing to do whatever it takes to get it. He really does seem to have a way to get what he wants.”

“Hmmm...” Aiko wrinkled her nose and stood once more to caress Ren's cheek gently. She turned to Liza, unable to hide the disapproving look on her face. “I'm sure Jay does get what he wants... And you know? I'm not just sweetness and light. But, Liza, we are bringing beauty into this world...” She gestured to Ren, who was staring at the ground in front of his platform sandals. “We mustn't make ourselves ugly in the process.” Aiko stared at Liza thoughtfully before adding cryptically. “I think this is something Jay still has to learn.” Liza stared back in confusion but Aiko had already turned back to her new project. “As for you, Missy, you are going to tell what you did with that money and when we do give it back, you are going to look very pretty indeed. In the meantime, you will keep taking your candy, and keep wearing your panties. I have all sorts of lovely ideas how we can spend time together. Now, let's go back to my place. If you're in this for the long haul, you may as well make yourself at home...”

Side Quest Part 2 (an Aiko Story)

 

He was picture perfect but as she gazed at him in the sunshine, Aiko felt nothing but sadness. The boy Emiko's email had identified as the second culprit in the scamming of under-privileged school kids back in Japan sat before her in a dress so prissy, so laden with flowers that it was hard to see where his outfit ended and the floral arrangement he was sitting in front of began. Aiko had taken two cross-country buses to find the boy the email named as Ren – carrying a holdall of her most outrageously feminine costumes and enough fury to occupy the entire luggage hold. She hadn't slept for two days, obsessively tracking the boy and when she finally found him, it was all she could do to stop herself landing fists on him. How could someone do such a thing...

Aiko had restrained herself enough to embrace the boy in the park. She feigned recognition from back home and he was seemingly too polite to deny knowing her. Not too polite to steal from children though, she seethed. And yet, she kept her cool, and when she offered Ren some candy 'from back home', he appeared genuinely grateful. Once the sweet treat was safely past his lips, Aiko dropped the facade.

She forced him to transform himself right there in the park, only offering cover as he pulled the absurdly frilly panties up his legs. An audience gathered in bemusement to watch the tiny Japanese girl yelling at the boy in a language they didn't understand, feeding him candy while, despite clear embarrassment, he dressed himself with unpractised hands in sheer stockings and an ornate dress covered in pink roses. Aiko hadn't stopped there. She worked furiously to apply makeup, ballet style pumps, a long blonde wig and even a hair decoration that matched the dress. The crowd could tell from the occasional sob that the boy was no volunteer, but Aiko worked with such intensity that no-one dared intervene for fear she might turn on them.

Ren had that empty thousand yard stare Aiko knew too well. She knew she had given him too much candy and was reminded of when she lectured Liza for doing the same thing. 'I am a bad teacher', she thought to herself – 'a total hypocrite'. She had wasted so much time feminising any boy she could lay her hands on when there were guys like Minaru and Ren going round doing things like stealing from children. They were the ones that truly deserved to be put in lace and satin. She had told Liza that it was wrong to bestow this sweetness on boys that were innocent – she even had a name for it, 'Treacle', something that was both sweet and ugly, but now she was seeing what it truly meant. In that moment, she vowed to only use the power that came with her candy for good, starting with Ren.

“Are you ready to tell me where you put the money you stole?” Aiko asked gently, her chin cradled in her hands. But the boy only stared past her. There was something in his eyes – a determination she rarely saw in boys once they had sampled her treats, and while he had been quite willing to humiliate himself to get more, he still wasn't quite ready to give up his score. Aiko sucked on her bottom lip thoughtfully. “You will tell me. Maybe I need to take you home with me first. You'll love my friends...”

Side Quest Part 1 (an Aiko Story)

Season 9 is coming. Aiko is ready - will you be?

All of my Aiko stories can be found in the correct order on my index page

 

Upon finishing reading the email for a second time, Aiko opened the attached image. She knew it was a boy right away – she was something of an expert. The untrained eye would never have spotted it. The makeup was perfect – subtle but colourful and toned to feminise the fact, and the wig was well chosen with bangs that hid the forehead without betraying the prevailing cuteness. The outfit was another excellent selection. The cotton dress was demure but crept up the thighs in a way that make the wearer feel vulnerable, and the layered blouse was prissy yet had loose sleeves and a thick collar that would hide any remaining masculinity in the shoulders and arms. Still, Aiko could spot a boy in a second. It was in the facial expression – the humiliated look of someone caught doing something they shouldn't combined with a kind of meekness that betrayed absolute submission to the person they were looking at. Aiko had seen that look a thousand times on the faces of her sissies.

The email was from Aiko's home town in Japan. Emiko, a school-girl had written to her asking for help. Two college boys had concocted a scam at her school to take money that had been raised to provide after school activities for some of the lesser fortunate kids. Emiko had figured something was afoot when the app they were using to take donations suddenly went offline and when she asked around on social media, it turned out the same guys had pulled similar schemes at other local schools. Feeling helpless and like her ability to trust in anything had been ripped away, Emiko turned to the one thing she still truly believed in – Aiko.

Aiko continued to study the picture of the boy Emiko had said was called Minoru and the more she looked the more she saw. His pupils were dilated like big black pennies and there was a definite blush to his skin – telltale signs of someone in the throes of a dependency on Aiko's candy. Minoru was holding up a plate pleadingly and there was a tray of frosted cupcakes behind him. Aiko smiled as she always did when her candy captured a deserving victim, even when it wasn't at her hands. She had left her website online, even after leaving Japan, for this very reason.

In the email Emiko explained that she had caught up with Minoru after he thought he had got away with the scam and ambushed him with the cupcakes as a supposed thank you using products ordered from Aiko's own website. Once he was well and truly addicted, she set about enacting her punishment – dressing him as a cute girl and having him host after school tea parties with the kids his scheme had deprived of funding for activities.

Aiko frowned as she once more got to the bottom of the email. This wasn't merely a gloat, though if it were, Aiko wouldn't have begrudged Emiko – what she had done to Minoru was a work of art. It was a plea for help. Minaru's partner in crime had already left Japan to do an exchange program in America – one partially funded by their scam according to the conquered Minaru. Emiko confessed she felt her vengeance on behalf of her school was only half-fulfilled but as she didn't know anyone in the United States she didn't know what else to do except contact Aiko herself. Now, with eyes narrowed coldly and a steely determination in her veins, Aiko started to pack things into a bag. It was time to go hunting...

Whatever Happened to Avery and Rick? (Assimilation)

 This Flashback Friday is for a two part Aiko story called Assimilation. You can find it under by Aiko stories on my index page.

“And to conclude the tour of your new dorm,” Zara, the older college girl turned to Talia, the freshman in tow. “I present to you our final room – the Playroom!” Talia stared on open-mouthed as her guide swung wide the door to reveal the scene beyond. This couldn't be real, she thought, as her eyes popped at the sight of the two prissy satin clad figures engaged in some sort of combination of a wrestling match and an embrace. “You may hear stories of our most infamous alumnus,” Zara continued. “Aiko was here before my time, but her legend here is immortal. And, of course, she left us the boys...”

“The boys...?!” Talia repeated dumbfounded, loud enough for the room's occupants to hear. The one wielding an ornate fan like a dagger glanced up at her, and through the layers of glittery cosmetics she saw something else...shame. The boy had hair that had grown out into tight ringlets and was being squeezed by a merciless looking corset. His legs jutted out before him from the chair he was seated on and were wrapped in silky looking stockings that ended in towering platform sandals. The other boy had so far avoided making eye-contact but faired no better. He had no stockings or corset but was wearing a crinkled hat that was tied beneath his chin with a ribbon along with lacy elbow-length gloves and short satin dress clasped at his waist. Both boys were caked in makeup and wreaked of flowery perfume.

“Avery is the one with the cute ruffled panties. Rick is the one wearing pearls.” Zara said in introduction. “They were Aiko's leaving gift to us. They are like our dorm pets...but so much better. Of course, once you're settled in, we will need to get you added to the feeding rota. It's candy, by the way, that keeps them like that. Hopelessly addicted, both of them. That's why they are like pink putty in our hands. We couldn't even trust them to feed it to themselves. We tried it once – they just ate themselves into a sweaty, horny stupor...” Talia watched them in bemusement. It was if they had forgotten the girls were there and had returned to what they were doing before the door opened – the weird groping wrestling – simpering slap fighting that made her cringe just watching.

“Okay,” Avery pushed out a glossy bottom lip in a pout and raised the fan up higher. “Never ever have I been dressed in lingerie with a buttplug tail, been put on a leash and led around the campus green!” Rick glared back defiantly for a moment before closing one of his manicured fingers into his fist,

“Well,” Rick retorted, grabbing one of Avery's outstretched stockinged legs. “Never ever have I ran a 5k in a tutu and ballet heels while all the girls in the dorm ran behind me whipping my butt with bamboo canes!” He stared at his friend, their painted faces meeting one another, but Avery kept all of his fingers up. “Oh wait...” Rick blushed. “Was that me too? I have lost track...”

Customer Serviced Part 2

 

“I think she likes you!” Chloe giggled in the back room of 'Pleasure Hunt Adult Store'. She had spent the last half an hour preparing the shop's newest demonstration model for its full debut and was now playing with the app settings. She had just turned the libido function up to the max and the ShortStaqqed bodysuit occupied by Jack, a one-time would-be customer, hung out its tongue expectantly and bulged eyes filled with lust and shame in equal measure.

“Honey, everyone likes me!” Her colleague, Jasmine cackled. “I have huge tits, an ass to die for, the face of an angel, and a nine-inch cock! What is there not to like?” She stroked the side of Jack's face gently – his skin shimmering from the sheen-finish Chloe has just finished spraying on. “Though this one does seem particularly keen.”

“Girl! You have no idea!” Chloe smiled. “Watch this!” She took her hand and slid it beneath the fabric of the tiny black panties Jack was wearing and rubbed slowly for a mere two seconds. The small storeroom was overcome by the comically loud moaning of the crouched bodysuited figure. Even after Chloe removed her fingers, Jack continued to pant uncontrollably and Jasmine watched wide-eyed as her colleague wiped a hand dripping with bodily juices down the front of the bimbo's balloon-like tits..

“That's hot as fuck!” Jasmine gasped. “How much are we selling these for? I gotta get me one!” She rounded the squatting Jack and playfully snapped a bra-strap. Inside the ShortStaqqed bodysuit, the feminised man's drooling face was almost exactly at crotch height for the transgender amazon.

“Don't bother!” Chloe snorted. “As a shop employee, you get free use of this one. Though I recommend getting your fun's worth now. Once we turn our customers loose on this bitch, she's gonna be used up faster than lube at a buttplug convention.

Jack was soon to learn that Jasmine hadn't been exaggerating about her nine-inch cock. Even in spite of his lust addled brain, he found enough conviction inside himself to try to close his plump red lips before she could insert her giant dick. Only he had forgotten about the bodysuit's built it oral fleshlight and he was soon chowing down on her meaty appendage with a pair of perfectly shaved balls bobbing against his chin. He didn't want to enjoy it. He wanted to hate it, but the suit had other ideas, and as Jasmine was pressing her hands against the back of his head to shoot hot cum down his throat, he too was writhing in ecstasy – his eyes rolled back and desperate moans spluttering on the huge cock choking him. For a second he dwelled on the irony that he came here looking to reignite his sex life – now he was getting more than he could ever handle. As Jasmine pulled out of him, streams of semen dripping over his bottom lip and pooling between his tits, his eyes briefly wandered across the shelves of the stock room full of all the toys customers would be allowed...no, invited to use on him. He groaned but he could already feel the bodysuit betraying him, becoming excited, craving the debauchery he was dreading...

Customer Serviced Part 1

 

“It's called the ShortStaqqed,” Chloe explained in a hushed tone. She still couldn't believe what she had just helped the other two women do and was feeling equal parts terrified and horny. She met each of their gazes and saw the fire in their eyes that she felt in her own. Smiling devilishly, she raised her glass of wine. “It's one of our off-brand options but it will do the job alright!” She gestured to the figure in the red latex lingerie sprawled on the rug between them, one eye still half-closed from the massive dose of tranquillizer. “He came in asking for UltraReal, of course. All our customers do. It's the only brand of bodysuit they know. But their safety record is terrible. Even my girl Felicity says so and she works for UltraReal. Hence, we don't stock them. A small independent sex shop like ours is just one lawsuit away from extinction.”

“Jack never did have much of an imagination,” Adrianna sighed. “Maybe if he did, he wouldn't have to resort to this kind of crap to get me into bed. He never did like being told 'no' either...”

“You can say that again...” Chloe snorted. “When I told him UltraReal was a 'no-go', he hit the roof – yelling and calling me useless bitch, even blaming me for him not being able to get laid. Fortunately for me, Jessie here was on hand with her phone out recording the whole thing.” She nodded to the third woman in their circle. “I don't know what he would have done if you weren't there. Of course, I didn't realise until afterwards she was your sister.”

“I went in to buy a dildo,” Jessie giggled, “but Jack wasn't the kind of giant dick I was looking for!”

“Come now, Jess...” Adrianna smirked. “Jack and 'giant dick' don't belong in the same sentence – trust me... And I too am glad you got the whole thing recorded. And, Chloe, I am more than grateful you were happy to share your stock with us and my dearest drugged husband.” She paused to watch the bodysuited Jack groan loudly as he continued to rouse from his stupor. “Why don't you tell us a little bit more about the 'ShortStaqqed'.?”

“Well, aside from the obvious...” Chloe began as Jack began to paw dumbly at the huge jiggly breasts attached to his chest. “Its unique selling point is its size-compression features. Regardless of how big the wearer is going in, they will always stand no more that a shade under five feet once it's sealed.” She laughed softly as Jack stared up at the ceiling as if it were too far away. “It is a submissive type suit and comes with app controls as standard to set the wearer's libido and obedience. Oh, and it has a full set of oral, vaginal and anal fleshlight inserts for easy penetration – though in this horny slut both the vaginal and anal inserts will be going straight into his ass...”

“What are you going to do with him?” Jessie gasped almost spilling her wine.

“I'm not going to do anything.” Chloe smiled. “I will leave that to our customers. I have a feeling we are going to sell a lot more ShortStaqqed bodysuits now that we have our own demo model!”

Whatever Happened to the Babysitter? (The Last Time I Babysat)

 This Flashback Friday features the unnamed babysitter from my 3 part story "The Last Time I Babysat". You can find Part 1 here.

The air felt thick with baby powder and once again my diaper was clean and soft on my ass. No more red skin, no more painful chaffing – just blissful fragrant cushion. As always, I was stuck motionless on my back, the muscle relaxant having done its job, and I had all the time in the world to examine my predicament. I wished my legs hadn't been splayed akimbo. My right foot was up by my hip and that was going to get uncomfortable quick. The silk stockings, as soft as they were, would bite into my legs in this position and I might even lose feeling. What's more, the clumsy pose had caused my frilly nightgown to ride up and expose my diaper. No-one was here to see me but for some reason it added to my feeling of debasement. My arms lay helplessly either side of my head and I started to drool without my pacifier in place. Would my diaper leak with my legs spread like this? I dreaded how Daddy might react if I made a mess of my cot...

The fact that Christina and Rebecca no longer lived in the home they had left me tied up dressed as a baby had come as a hammer blow. But nothing could have prepared me for the revelation that had come next. Naturally, I had assumed I had been left in a family home, and that their imminent return to find me bound in my own filth would lead to the cops being called and ultimately my public humiliation as I was carted to the station in a dirty diaper and baby clothes. Except, none of that happened. Instead, the man I would come to know only as 'Daddy' came home.

Lying motionless on my back amongst an army of stuffed toys gave me a lot of time to think. The first thing that clicked was the size of the cot. It was far too big for an actual baby. The next penny to drop was the guy's seemingly endless collection of adult baby clothing and diapers, and ultimately I concluded that the girls had left me tied up in the home of some creep with an adult baby fetish. Seeing me bound and waiting for him when he came home must have felt like all his Christmas's come at once. Other details seemed far more sinister – like why did he have a supply of muscle relaxant on tap? And the biggy – why was he keeping me here?

Daddy takes care of me to the finest detail. I always have fresh clean clothes as soon as I mess myself, which happens more than I would like to admit – muscle relaxant isn't great for self control. He strokes my hair, even though it is a wig, while he feeds me my bottle and never forgets to burp me after. I often drool at this point and he is always ready to carefully fix my lip gloss.. He is weirdly talented with a makeup brush and this is another detail that sends shivers up my spine. And that's it. He is otherwise kind and tender. He will softly spank my butt if I mess too much but I think he knows it isn't my fault.

As I stare at the mobile circling my head, I wonder how I will get out of this. Daddy obviously has no plan to let me go. I have lost track of how long I have been here, and no-one knows where I am except Christina and Rebecca, and I doubt they have been looking out for me after what I did to them. They got their revenge – even if they have no idea just how much revenge they got.

The Tribute (an Aiko Story)

 13/25

The park was crowded with people. The carnival was in town and the meadows were littered with fairground rides. Aiko spotted Liza by the carousel holding a big stick of pink candyfloss and skipped over to meet her friend, her pace only slowing at the sight of Liza's boyfriend, Jay, in tow. Still, Aiko smiled warmly and took a handful of the cotton candy. Liza's hand snapped to her wrist and something unsaid passed between the two girls. The balled up cotton candy blew away on the breeze.

“Do you see?” Liza grinned and pulled Aiko's attention towards the carousel. A single figure clung to one of the colourful horses on the otherwise empty ride. The creature was dressed in an extravagant lolita dress and a huge pink wig hung over a clearly sweating brow. “Do you recognise him?” Liza asked. “Not the boy himself – he was just someone I spotted taking cotton candy from little kids so I allowed him to 'steal' some from me. I mean the tableau. It is one of yours – from back in Japan. I saw it on your blog. You tricked a boy into stealing your candy on Valentines Day and put him on a carousel. Now, I have done it too – just for you!”

“For me?” Aiko gave a rare blush. She remember the boy back in Japan well – Rob. Seeing the new boy riding the horse, clearly in the throes of candy addiction brought back a wave of happy memories. “Oh, Liza...” she whispered and embraced her friend in a tight hug.

Carter watched the scene from his mount – his thighs trembling around the plastic saddle. He had already debased himself letting that girl powder him and stuff him into this ridiculous dress for another taste of that candy but he was sweating again – craving again. He feared what he would have to do next.

He didn't recognise the Japanese girl but her arrival couldn't be good. Two tormentors was surely worse than one. He just didn't understand why he had been singled out for such torture. He was a volunteer for crying out loud. Just taking tickets and stamping kids hands so they could go on the rides. That guy with the girl who had dressed him had demanded a freebee and he had politely explained the money was for charity. Then the girl had smiled sweetly and suggested he tried her charity and offered him some of her candyfloss. Why hadn't he said no? If he had, he wouldn't be in panties right now.

Carter watched the girls hug and found himself hoping the new girl also had candy. He noticed the other boy was also watching them – the one the girl had called Jay. Presumably he was her boyfriend – so then why was he staring so intently at the other girl?

The Apprentits Lost Tapes Part 1

 4/25

Angela learned three things in the first ten minutes after they were herded from the boat onto the island. There were cameras everywhere filming their every move. They had each been fitted with neuro-chips that would ensure their absolute compliance. Only one of them would be leaving as anything but a caricature of femininity stretched to bursting point with silicone.

There were six of them, all producers working for the Network on their gameshows in what was now surely a former life, and now stripped naked and sizzling in the tropical sun. There was Martin, broad-shoulders and confident – a leader in every way except having actual authority. Jason was the production team's resident joker - everything was a game to him and he had laughed endlessly at the predicaments the Network's contestants found themselves in. Angela wondered if he found humour in their current situation. Chris was the youngest of the group – barely more than a intern really and extremely introverted.

Then there were the girls. Hannah was the team Mom. She was their shoulder to cry on when life got stressful and the supplier of endless office snacks. Angela hated her endless optimism and bubbly nature. Celia on the other hand was you typical career climber – she acted friendly but there was no doubt she would stab you in the back if it came down to you or her. And then there was Angela – the brown haired betrayer of the Network and architect of Femnonymous's claiming of its employees as their playthings.

Angela wondered if they had actually fitted her with a compliance chip. Her alliance didn't need to be coerced. She had brought down the Network's shows from the inside – her sabotage instigating the raid. So why was she being used as a ringer like this? Why did Femnonymous need her as a contestant in their extreme version of the Apprentits? Surely, it was to guarantee that the five real Network producers got the bimbo transformations they deserved. Angela couldn't wait.

Tall athletic amazons dressed in black latex dresses led them to their first game. In a copy of the opening round from the Network's version of the Apprentits, it was to be a product pitch. Only in Femnonymous's twist they were all nude and the products in question were all sex toys. The six producers were split into two teams – Angela was matched with the trembling office Mom, Hannah, and Martin the wannabe team leader, with Celia standing tall between the other two guys. As they were breaking off into their teams, two of the latex clad women approached them, each holding three small syringes. They were doses of potent aphrodisiacs and would need to be injected before either team could start their pitch.

Angela watched as their three opponents gingerly collected a syringe and after some hesitation injected themselves in the arm. A hushed silence grew and Angela glanced from their syringes to Martin. She smirked softly before scooping up all three syringes and plunging them straight into Hannah's right shoulder.

The chemical was fast acting and within ten minutes the former team Mom was a cross-eyed drooling mess on the floor furiously debasing herself with an assortment of dildos and plugs while Angela and Martin stood over her competently explaining the features of each toy, pausing occasionally to allow Hannah's howling orgasms to punctuate their claims.

With their turn over, it was time to enjoy the show. Their opponents performed not so much a pitch but rather an orgy. Angela sincerely enjoyed watching the once cool and ambitious Celia be bent over and frantically pounded from either end by Jason and Chris. She struggled to stifle her laughter as the usually bookish Chris mounted her from behind and followed up his pistoned thrusts with hard spanks across her ass. Her delirious moans were muted by Jason's throbbing cock buried deep in her throat and the team clown cackled wildly as he screwed her mouth with abandon. It was Jason who came first, shooting his hot load deep inside Celia and causing her to choke slightly even as she screamed out her own orgasm. Very shortly, all three lay in sweaty panting pile – very much the losers of the first game.

That was the first time the contestants saw the 'throne' – a terrifying dentist chair-like contraption that rose from the floor intimidatingly. One of the latex clad women pointed at Jason and even in his state of exhaustion, his eyes went wide with horror. He got up to run but his compliance chip was activated, and with a strained look on his face, he climbed into the throne. Shackles snapped shut over his wrists and ankles and tubes began to slide out of the chair's surface and attach themselves all over his body. There was as gurgle as a viscous fluid began to flow freely into his body and the other five producers watched on it terror as it warped and expanded Jason's body beyond recognition.

Jason had always played the clown, and though he saw the irony in his predicament, the punchlines escaped him. He had blacked out on the throne and when he finally came to, his new life awaited him. The compliance chip ensured his swift integration into his role at the sperm back. It quelled his complaints and ensured his obedience. The vision of Celia's bug eyes as he shot hot spunk down her throat replayed over and over in his mind as he attempted to free himself from his bimbo prison. It was hopeless. He had been transformed into an absurdly proportioned blonde doll and compelled to use his new assets again and again to bring rich men to orgasm by any means necessary at an elite sperm depository. His breasts were enormous, his cock was gone, and his ridiculous pink uniform hugged both. He saw the nurses smirk as he wrapped his slender fingers around dick after dick, enticing them further with his bloated lips, and pumping them until they blew their load into glass recepticals - as he had blown his load into Celia to become the deranged game's first loser. There were no more jokes for him to make now. He was the only punchline necessary.

Painted Target (an Aiko Story)

 3/25

“Okay, let me see what affect my training has had on your exquisite work, and especially how you choose your victim,” Aiko smiled sweetly at the visibly excited Liza. She started to step into the room, but stopped suddenly at the sight of a bearded young man stood in the doorway alongside her friend. “And, who is this?” Aiko's eyes moved back and forth between Liza and the man.

“Oh, this is Jay,” Liza paused. “My boyfriend! But, you can meet him later. Come, I really want to show you my work!” Liza led Aiko into the room and they both appraised its occupant. A pink creature sat on a love seat, a lollipop in one hand and its face slathered in makeup and fear. “This is the bully formerly known as Kane!” Liza announced proudly and the boy shrank into the pink satin dress he was wearing. “I caught him pushing some kids around in the park,” she stroked the blonde locks on his head that had the synthetic sheen of a wig. “So, I pretended to join in. I gave him one of my lollipops, pretending I had taken it from one of the kids, and, well, the rest is history!” She grinned widely at her victim and then back at Aiko.

“Well done, my Sweetheart!” Aiko beamed. “It seems you have painted a worthy target. “I look forward to seeing how you make him earn another of those lollipops.”

Kane shuddered from his place on the seat. His whole body throbbed and itched. He was sweating buckets into the pink satin panties that Liza had forced him into and his mouth was a dry as a desert. There was clearly some kind of drug in the lollipop, but he was helpless to resist it. The moment the first one had touched his lips, he knew he would need more, and boy had the girl called Liza made him earn it. But, why was she saying he was a bully? That wasn't true at all!? There hadn't even been any kids in the park – just him and a few of his friends throwing a ball around. It wasn't even him who hit that guy Jay with the ball, but Liza had flown off the handle at him right away – shouting and screaming. And then...nothing. She had just stopped like some kind of crazy person. Then apologised and given him a lollipop. If only he had known.

Jay was the real bully. He could tell by how much he clearly enjoyed watching him squirm. As Liza had applied the lip gloss, he had laughed and called him names and then when she had waxed his legs, Jay kept throwing the balled up used strips at his head. But, why lie to this other girl...Aiko? She was clearly in on it – the leader even maybe. And, why had Jay looked at her that way when she turned up. That look like Aiko was the lollipop that he wanted to taste...needed to taste.

Liquorice (a Liza story)

 All my Aiko and Liza stories are on my index page in order

“Can I go do the back yard now?” Glenn whispered. “Somewhere less people can see?” His concern was apparent – it was garage sale season and dozens of would be bargain hunters were passing by his position trimming the hedge. The manly nature of his task, contrasted perfectly with the vintage polka-dot dress he had been made to put on, not to mention the velvet lined high-heels and thick face of make up.

“Don't be silly!” Liza giggled. “There are no hedges in the back yard. You should know, we sat out there drinking lemonade enough times back when we were going out. You would know if you ever paid attention. If you had paid attention to me, we would probably still be going out rather than me watching you do yard work in laced panties!” She laughed as the boy blushed and then double-downed on her amusement as she noticed her Step-Dad watching them through the window in his French maid's uniform – feather duster in hand “Things would be different for a lot of people if they paid attention to me...”

“How could anyone not...” spoke a crisp masculine voice from behind her. Liza whirled around in surprise to come face to face with a boy about her age, ruggedly handsome with a stylish stubble and leather biker jacket. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your Mom is never going to win any beauty contests.”

“Huh? No!” Liza stammered, scrambling for her words as Glenn rolled his eyes from beneath his blonde wig. He felt weirdly offended at the insinuation he made for an ugly woman. “I mean, that's not my Mom. That's my...erm...ex-boyfriend.” She smiled, finally regaining her composure. “And I don't know about the beauty contests...you should meet his stylist!”

“Right!” The boy grinned broadly, holding her eyes like a magnet. “I'm Jay,” he stuck out a hand, “and you're Liza. I have seen you around,” he explained,”I have seen you with that Japanese girl who wears way too many ribbons. So, tell me, how come dear Mommy here is your ex? He keep stealing your shoes?”

“No,” Liza giggled a little too hard, “it wasn't that. Glenn was always a little too vanilla for me. I like my boys a bit darker...” she eyed the black leather of Jay's jacket. “I like more of an acquired taste. I like liquorice!” The boy gave a toothy smile and Liza matched it as if some invisible message had passed between them. Eventually, Jay broke their connection and glanced at the bag of candies sat on the end of the hedge that had been keeping Glenn motivated in his yard work. Liza followed his eyes and hurriedly snatched up the bag of sweets. “No,” she shook her head as she stuffed them in a pocket. “Those aren't for you.”

The Lodger Part 7

 

Brittany stood in her room acutely aware that something wasn't quite right. The room itself with its shadows and creams wasn't the problem – she had even tailored her outfit to match it specially for Ms. Paulsen's return. Looking spectacular as always, Brittany had paired a dark skater dress with silky cream pantyhose, cutting no corners when it came to her makeup – her skin glowed and her hair glimmered. And yet something was very wrong...

Caleb was the same as always. Giddily thinking he was a girl in his pink paradise of a bedroom. Last Brittany had seen, he had been rolling around like an excited puppy on the bubblegum coloured shag rug – his perfect bleach blonde curls and cotton-candy tutu spread around him in a picture of feminine bliss. So why did Brittany feel so,,,off?

The tea clearly hadn't worked on Caleb. She had served him up an extra strong pot as soon as Ms. Paulsen had left – even giving him the bags that she was supposed to drink – and though he had fallen asleep with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face, when he awoke wearing the most masculine thing Brittany could find in the house – a bland unisex pair of brown button up pyjamas – he had just giggled at the sight of his new tits poking out from the top fastening and was back looking like a Barbie doll in 10 minutes.

Brittany had continued to give Caleb her serving of the Camomile tea along with his own. If nothing else, it kept that idiot asleep most of the time and out of her hair. She didn't bother trying the stunt with the pyjamas again and with every enforced nap, he seemed to wake as even more of a simpering airhead that the time before. One afternoon, Brittany caught him sitting in front of the dresser that had once been hers, giggling at himself mindlessly in the mirror and bouncing his boobs.

Brittany was not sure what was wrong, but she no longer looked at Caleb's boobs with the same envy she had a few days ago. Caleb was a boy – he shouldn't have breasts and the fact Ms. Paulsen had given them him was wrong. She just wasn't sure why. The pink room didn't even strike her fancy any more. Once it had held a power over her she couldn't explain, and now? It was just a room. It was stupid pink Caleb's stupid pink room.

Ms. Paulsen would be home later today along with her freshly graduated daughter, Sophie. I sure hope they know what's up with me, Brittany thought as she curtseyed half-heartedly in her skater dress for the mirror. She frowned as it hung loosely over her flat chest. Caleb wasn't a girl...and maybe she wasn't too... She just hoped Ms. Paulsen would know what to do...

The Lodger Part 6

 The rest of this series is now on my index page

Brittany came to the bottom of the house's front steps to see Ms. Paulsen off, careful not to lose her footing on the tiles in her silver pumps. She had no recollection of the woman whose house she lodged in ever leaving home without her, but finally the big day had arrived and Ms. Paulsen was going away for a couple of day's for her daughter Sophie's college graduation.

Brittany had spent the entire morning prepping her appearance for the moment Ms. Paulsen drove away. She wanted the final image of home for her landlady as she drove away to be picture perfect – a lasting mental image of beauty to take with her on her trip. And so, Brittany had picked out the most exquisite dress in her extensive wardrobe, a flowery number with a cinched black bodice complete with a large black rose at the breast. She had straightened and pinned her hair and spent hours getting her makeup just so, until, finally, she was satisfied that her beauty would be akin to a wondrous postcard Ms. Paulsen would carry with her in her mind purse – until she returned with no choice but to move Brittany back into the main bedroom.

Caleb hadn't even come to the door, she thought bitterly. How was he the favourite? He wasn't even a girl... So, why did he get the big pink room? Why had Ms. Paulsen got him breasts and not her? Caleb thought he was a girl. He even acted like one.- especially after drinking the Camomile tea. But he wasn't – she knew because she still remembered his arrival. That was the day she had been moved out of the pink room and into the spare one – the day she was no longer Ms. Paulsen's favourite.

Brittany wanted boobs too. They would fill out her dress perfectly and she would look even more amazing as she waved Ms. Paulsen off on her trips. It wasn't fair. Caleb was a boy and he had breasts, and she was a girl and had none. A plan started to form in her mind. If she could show Caleb he was a boy, he would no longer want his breasts. He might not even want to stay around with Ms. Paulsen. All she had to do was prove it to him.

But how? Of course...the tea! The tea made you sleepy. Brittany had drunk enough of it to know that. She would give Caleb a big pot, not just his serving, but hers too, and he would fall asleep. When he woke up he would have boy clothes on...but still boobs... Hmmm... And where would she get boy clothes? This was hard, Brittany thought wearily, wiping her brow and cursing at the sight of bronzer on the back on her hand. Ms. Paulsen's car was disappearing around the corner at the end of the road. She sighed. She was alone with Caleb now. Stepping carefully up the tiled steps, she headed for the kitchen to prepare some Camomile tea.   

Liza's Final Lesson Part 4 (an Aiko Story)

 

Theo's body thrummed and tingled as if electricity was coursing through his veins. He felt the sunshine beating down on his legs. No...that wasn't right, he realised. They were wrapped in something. Something tight and soft and covered in delicate patterns. He liked patterns. He liked painting them on things...with his spray cans. The image of a spray can popped into his head and he suddenly felt a jolt of panic but didn't understand why.

He sucked hard on his lower lip. It tasted like strawberries. He sucked so hard that drool dripped down his chin and fell in a huge droplet to the ground, which he now realised was moving. No, that was wrong. It was him that was moving. He gazed down and watched with fascination as the feet with the rhinestones and tiny little bows moved him forward – first one then the other – left then right. But how?

He looked up again and saw the lollipop clasped in his outstretched gloved hand. He wasn't sure why but he needed that lollipop. It would fix him. It was why he was walking...to get the lollipop. Yet, no matter how far he walked, it was always at arm's length from him. He cried out in frustration...a soft feminine scree and then a more guttural caw.

Theo needed that lollipop. He was desperate for that lollipop. He was hungry, he was thirsty...he was horny for that lollipop! His skin bristled again and he became hyper-aware of all the different fabrics covering his body – the nylon of the tights on his legs, the soft cotton of his dress, the shiny satin of the slightly too small panties that hugged his butt. He was still horny for the lollipop but now he was sweating too. Someone had just turned the sun up.

Theo kept walking and memories washed in and out of his mind. He remembered his boner – his stiff cock stretching that silky material while the girls looked on open-mouthed. The one called Aiko had been annoyed and poked him with the brush and he had felt shame – even though it felt good, but the other one, the American one had laughed. Not in the way a girl laughs at a tiny dick – it was the joy that comes with full head-back enjoyment. It was the same joy he saw in her face when she put the diaper on him. He'd had a boner then too, but no-one could see – and he'd got another one when Aiko had been brushing his hair. It wasn't his fault. It was that damned lollipop. If he could just get it, everything would be okay.

Theo felt someone stepping up beside him, holding his empty hand. It was the American girl. She reached out and held his arm, folding it at the elbow so that his hand moved towards his face. So that's how it worked?! He opened his mouth to greet the welcome arrival. Everything was okay now. His erection would be gone in no time, and all would be well...

Liza's Final Lesson Part 3 (an Aiko Story)

 

“Aiko, can I ask you something?” said Liza after they had finally arrived at her Japanese friend's house. Their quarry was slumped on the floor, still drooling over painted lips. As soon as they had arrived, Aiko had urgently swapped Theo out of the diaper and flimsy pyjama set into simple set of satin panties, a basic white dress lined with material similar to a wedding veil and frilly ankle socks. She was now sorting through her vast wardrobe for the perfect outfit to complete his transformation. “Earlier,” Liza continued, “you said you used to feminise any boy, not just those who deserved it. Can I ask what changed?” She administered another dose of spray candy to the prone Theo.

“Oh Lizy...” Aiko popped her head out from behind a closet door. “Remember what I once told you. The sissies are not our prisoners, they are our guests. We should give them what they 'paid' for. I am not saying never take a boy because you want him. I am saying we can't be cruel. We must not be tyrants. We must be loving guiding hands.” She gently caressed the side of Theo's face and began to brush his hair in preparation of his final form.

“But, what about the clothes I put him in at mine?” Liza protested. “The satin pyjamas, the stockings...I have seen your blog. You have dressed boys in similar before. But when I do it, it is 'slutty'?” She administered more spray candy to Theo.

“You didn't mention the diaper...” Aiko raised an eyebrow, then finally sighed. “You're right...” she started to lay-out a dress onto her bed. “I did use to do things differently. But I changed... Things happened to my sissies... Things happened to my friend Nish..” She suddenly shot out an arm to prevent Liza giving Theo another dose of spray candy and looked her friend in the face sternly. “You give him too much!? You can't do that!? My candy is so powerful. It unravels them – unlocks the primal urges beneath. But not everything inside is sweetness and light! He could hurt you!” Aiko held Liza's gaze for a long pause. “Look!” Aiko helped a completely compliant Theo to his feet – his thousand yard stare boring through the bedroom wall. The veiled dress cascaded over his body but a throbbing erection tented his satin panties mercilessly. Aiko prodded at it with her hairbrush and the boy's upper-lip twitched.

“Holy crap!” Liza exclaimed. “I did that? Well...I mean, the candy did that?”

“With the candy we buy their control,” Aiko's face softened slightly. “But once we have it, we must keep it. We must be responsible...” The two girls stood in silence and for a few minutes and watched the boy's boner slowly fold back into its prissy home. “Good, now let's get Theo ready to join Danny at the cupcake store, shall we?”

Liza's Final Lesson Part 2 (an Aiko Story)

 

Aiko and Liza caught up with Theo later that day. Danny was securely under Mrs. Doyle's supervision and the girls had been approaching Liza's home when they saw the older boy painting an offensive slogan on a park bench. Liza had approached him stealthily from behind and shot two quick hits of the spray candy into his open mouth before he could even register her presence, He had turned to face the girls, his eyes burning intensely framed by a long blond skater-boy hairstyle. Aiko gripped Liza's hand confidently as they stood frozen beneath the looming boy. A smile spread across her face as she watched the fury in Theo's eyes melt before them into something softer...something malleable.

“I don't get it, Lizy,” Aiko exclaimed, “why would you even own nasty clothes like that?” They had dragged Theo back to Liza's house as it was closest and the mad rush to get him out of his boy clothes had begun. Unfortunately, Liza didn't have access to the same extensive kawaii wardrobe that Aiko had in her home and so Theo was kneeling in front of them in a combination of a satin bedtime set that was as much stripper as it was sissy, white stockings and six-inch platform heels. “And a diaper?!” Aiko cried. “What the fudge, Liza!?”

“I just have them okay...” Liza averted her eyes and blushed deep red. “He's too tall for the rest of my outfits so this is all there was... And the diaper...I don't know. Does it matter?” She seemed cross at her friend's interrogation and turned to give Theo a top-up of the spray candy. Any resistance the boy had was long gone and he still hadn't put his arms down from when Liza had raised them above his head to adjust the shiny material of his top. They were just suspended there above his natural long blonde hair that Aiko had brushed and styled while Liza managed his outfit. His eyes stard blankly at them, almost zombie like, and for a moment Liza felt thankful she had put a diaper on him. He didn't seem to be able to function at all. She gave him one last spray of the candy and wiped a smudge of lip-gloss from his chin.

“We should get him to mine!” Aiko frowned disapprovingly. “This won't do at all... I don't know why you have these ugly things Liza, but our sissies should be delicate and feminine...not...not...slutty!” She raised an embarrassed hand to her mouth.

“Drop it, okay!” Liza snapped. “Fine, we will take him to your house. I think Theo could do with some fresh air anyway.” She scowled at the boy and pulled his hands down from above his head. The boy just stared at her blankly – a bead of drool trickling down his painted lower lip. “I think we will both need to hold him up. He's not looking too steady and those heels are no joke...believe me! Or...so I imagine...”

Liza's Final Lesson Part 1 (an Aiko Story)

 All of my Aiko stories are in order on my index page

“Did you know, my dear Lizy...?” Aiko rested her hand under her chin with a nostalgic sigh, “when I first started collecting my little sissies...when I first discovered the power of that precious candy, I used it on every boy I could get my hands on. I painted my home town pink. People were terrified that if they even breathed the same air as me, I would be leading them home in satin panties.” She gave her friend a coy smile. “Most often they were right!” Aiko looked Liza directly the eye. “It took me time to learn that the sweetest treats were those naughty boys who truly deserved to be taught a lesson.” She turned her head to the petticoated creature descending her front steps at a snail's pace. “For example Danny here.”

“With great power, comes great femininity!” Liza nodded sagely. “After that nasty graffiti he sprayed on Mrs. Doyle's cupcake shop, he definitely deserved some redecorating of his own!” The two girls stopped talking to watch the boy finally make it to the bottom. His head was bowed, either in shame or to concentrate on placing the platform Mary Janes down the steps without turning one of his stocking covered ankles.

“Speaking of spray paint,” Aiko chirped cheerfully, “that cheeky little invention of yours is quite genius. Every girl should have one, just in case!” She gestured to the cylinder in Liza's hand. It was a can of specially engineered spraying candy that Liza had wielded like a pepper spray into their victim's mouth even as he was still painting the shop window blue. Shortly after, it was Aiko and Liza who had been doing the painting – Danny's lips and cheeks and nails – both finger and toe – as the boy's resistance crumbled in order to get another dose of the girls' liquid candy

“But what about his partner in crime?” Liza exclaimed. “Theo!” She repeated the name that Danny had quickly surrendered as the girls fastening one of Aiko's pretty patterned dresses extra tight around him. “I think he was the ring-leader. He seemed older. He deserves this too – maybe even more!” Danny raised his head and met their gaze for the first time as if in agreement. He quickly averted his eyes to studying the bag held in one hand – seemingly remembering his predicament.

“Patience, Lizy!” Aiko tutted. “A sissy in the hand is worth two in the bush. Besides, we don't want little Danny here thinking we don't care about him, do we? Theo will get his very sweet just desserts in good time – but first we need to walk Danny back down to Mrs. Doyle's to clean that poor window he got all dirty. Come on, let's get going now – the heels are so he can reach the high bits but I want to walk him the long way there to get him used to them. I am hoping there will be time left for him to help out Mrs. Doyle in the store – but I'm not greedy...not like I used to be... Once upon a time I would have put my candy in the cupcake batter and had every boy in town begging to be put in panties...”

A Rare Treat (an Aiko Story)

 All my Aiko stories are on my index page in order

“Isn't this wonderful?” Aiko clapped her fingertips together giddily. “I adore my wonderful new friend Liza. She is truly my apprentice – the candy apple of my eye – but I do miss having my own 'projects.” She gazed happily at the feminine figure mid-curtsey on the other side of her bedroom. “Don't you just simply have to agree, my sweet?”

Needless to say, Joshua didn't agree. In that moment, the only thing more unsettling to him than his current predicament was the relentless itch that seemed to be coming from the inside of his stomach. It tickled and growled all at once, demanding that he sooth it with more of that candy from the strange Japanese girl at whatever cost. He diverted his gaze in shame from his captor and only succeeding in landing his eyes on an ornamental cake on the dresser – one more unwanted reminder that he needed to ease his cravings soon – regardless of the cost.

“Don't you look so much better now than in those silly boy clothes?” Aiko cooed. “Say, do you think those brutish things contributed to how you behaved earlier today? If they did, I really hope you stay this pretty forever. You really were quite mean to that dear puppy. My friend Jill was quite upset!”

“Puppy?” Joshua's mind swam. He was struggling to focus now. All he could think of getting...what was it? Memories danced in his mind like ballerinas. A dog...running...him throwing something at it...water balloons? Then the girl/ This girl. A toffee apple in each hand...offering him one. “Please!” He looked up her. “Please give me more!” The throbbing had escaped his stomach now and was spreading throughout his body. A glow pulsed down his nylon covered legs and into the ballet pumps tied with ribbons all up his legs. His body thrummed against the tight material of the dress and his face flushed under the layers of makeup. Aiko had insisted he dress himself in all of it – inspecting him at every turn like a food critic judging a fancy dessert. “Please!” He was getting desperate. “More!”

“Oh, sweetie,” Aiko sighed. “I don't know what more there is to do. You already look perfect. If you want another treat, you need to earn it, but how?” She looked at the feminised boy thoughtfully. He looked completely at home in her bedroom – just another pretty thing amongst her meticulously curated collection of delicate objects. 

“Please...” he uttered once more, sweat forming under his heavy wig.

“I know!” Aiko's eyes lit up. “I know how you can earn a treat! It really is quite perfect. I am sure that poor puppy you terrorised will agree too. I will give you the candy, but it exchange you can walk the puppy to make amends. Dressed like this, of course!You are going to look so sweet together. I will call Jill right away. Let's start with a week and see how you are getting on...”

'O' Sissy, My Sissy!

“Studies have shown that the female orgasm can be up to ten times more intense than its male equivalent,” Jane Silver let her words wash over the auditorium full of people before her. “Doesn't seem very fair, does it?” There were murmurs, giggles and even a few cheers from her audience of two hundred couples that had been specially invited to her presentation. “That's why here at MyPleasure, we have developed a drug that stimulates the male brain during ejaculation to emit theta waves equivalent to its female counterpart, simulating the female orgasmic experience.” She paused. “That's science talk for 'it will make you cum your brains out' like you can only dream about.”

There were whoops from the crowd and couples looked at each other in wonder with winks and wet lips. There was a palpable excitement in the room now, especially from the men. “Now,” Jane continued, “what do us girls get out of this deal?” She smiled out a few good natured heckles and stepped closer to the edge of the stage. “As you know, you were invited here today for our product launch after filling out one of our sexual fantasy questionnaires online. These were answered independently from your partners so not to bias the responses and I can tell you now, gentlemen, that every lady in this room answered one certain question in a very specific way.” She paused again to allow the suspense to build. “When asked, 'on a scale of one to ten, how much would you like to feminise your partner?', they responded...10!”

The atmosphere in the crowd changed in an instant. The room was suddenly filled with looks of shock and suspicious glances. “Well, ladies, we know that just one experience of our product will be enough to get you whatever you want. After all, our new drug is only on sale to women, and we know for a fact that every man in this room will do whatever it takes for another taste of sweet ecstasy.” The heckling was no longer light hearted and Jane had to adjust her mic to be heard above the male anger and mockery. “Guys, you are probably thinking you are better off avoiding our product like the plague. It can't be worth a new life as a sissy, right? Well, I hope you enjoyed your complimentary champagne as you entered.” The room fell silent apart from a single glass falling from someone's hand and smashing on the floor.

“Perhaps you'd like to hear a testimonial? Benji, come here, darling!” The curtains at the back of the stage parted and a timid blonde in a frilly wedding dress stepped through. “Before becoming my sissy wife, Benji was my lab assistant and one of the first men to try our new product. So addicted to the female thrill is dear Benji, that she agreed to marry me.” There was a growing rumble of excitement from the women in the room as their partners sat in silence next to them. Benji's madeup face was a picture of shame and acceptance as he knew what was going to happen next. “Benji is my sissy now,” Jane grinned, “just as your boyfriends and husbands will become yours – pathetic little orgasm addicts to do with as you please. Of course, it's up to you how you allow them to climax. I like to use a small but extremely powerful buttplug.” She took a keyfob from her pocket and a look of fear washed over Benji. “You will all find one in your welcome packs.”

 

The Last Time I Babysat Part 3

My outrage stayed awake even as I drifted from consciousness and I awoke with the acute need to scream with fury. Yet try as I might, I couldn't get any sound out to expel my anger. I couldn't even move. Something thick and rubber had been shoved into my mouth and the more I fought to spit it out, the more I seemed to suck on it. With every effort a foul tasted seemed to fill my mouth and I got the sensation of something liquid running down my throat. I came to the realisation that it was a pacifier and one of the girls had clipped it to my lower lip. When I tried to remove it I found that my wrists were tied down either side of my head to some kind of mattress. I tried to look, but whatever was restraining my hands was rigidly attached to my neck rendering me completely unable to move my head. Attempts to move my feet revealed that my ankles were similarly bound down. In fact I was completely helpless to do anything but stare at the ceiling above me.

“Awww...the baby's awake!” A female voice cooed from somewhere in the room. “Doesn't she look cute!” Memories of the humiliating outfit flooded back and even though I couldn't see it, I knew it was there. I could feel the silk stockings enveloping my legs and clinging to my thighs. I could feel that stupid dress swimming around me. I could feel the burn of the adhesive binding the wig to my scalp. But I could also feel something new – a puffy, squishy material around my ass and crotch. I realised in horror that I was wearing a diaper.

“You don't even know what this is about do you?” Christina's face appeared above me. “Of course you don'y. You're far too stupid!” She laughed cruelly as I was helpless to do anything but stare straight up at her. “You really thought I wouldn't find out? That you sold those pictures of me on OnlyFemmes? You thought I wouldn't remember my little sister's pervert babysitter bursting in on me in the shower with his cameraphone? You thought I wouldn't put two and two together?”

“Isn't revenge sweet?” Rebecca appeared above me from the other side. “In fact, it's fucking adorable.” She bent over and pinched my cheek. “The best part is we don't even live here anymore. We forgot to hand one of our keys over when we moved out and decided to make use of it. I just wish I could see the new owners' faces when they come home to find you lying here like this. It would be a shame if they called the cops on the prissy little pervert that had tied himself up in their house. Oh well...”

The girls disappeared from view and my heart thudded in my chest as I listened to their footstep leading away, the closing of doors and finally the sound of a key in a lock. Unable to scream, I did the only thing I could and started to cry – big wet pitiful tears that trickled down my cheeks as I tried to think of how this could get any worse. All of a sudden, there was a tightness in my gut, my stomach cramped painfully and my eyes widened in terror as I realised what the liquid seeping off the pacifier and down my throat had been...