Author: FD
Title: The Corruption of a Minor - A Trap
Summery: A young teen boy experiences the joys of 
sissification and transformation when he encounters 
a domineering mother and her sweet toddler girl.
Keywords: Fm,teen,g,toddler,diapers,ws,scat,transformation)



The Corruption of a Minor - A Trap  


by FD


CHAPTER 1 - THE TRAP

 
    I didn't think that I was a pedophile, but I had 
loved diapers as far back as I can remember. I thought
that I could be a little crazy, but I couldn't avoid 
liking them. I was jealous of the smiling diapered 
toddlers that appeared in the diaper ads, because I 
wanted to wear them too.
 
    For this reason, I tried to sneak into the local 
supermarket diaper aisle as much as possible without 
arousing any suspicion. Fortunately, the diapers were 
in the corner of the supermarket, hidden from the 
sight of the most of the clients and the cashiers. 

    When there wasn't anybody around, I got a bag of 
Huggies and hid behind a column. I rubbed my crotch 
against the bag until a wave of pleasure flooded all 
over my body. Then I bought any other thing I could
find and left the building surreptitiously.
 
    Each and every time, I was afraid that I would be 
caught. But the desire was stronger.  If that wasn't 
enough, lately another problem had arose. The wave of 
pleasure was soon followed by an uncomfortable sticky 
feeling. The first time it happened I thought that I 
had peed myself. But now I know that it was only that 
my body was old enough to cum. Either way, I was 
afraid that a wet spot could appear in my trousers 
and somebody would see it.
 
    I tried not to think about diapers. But it was 
useless. I was obsesed with them and I couldn't think 
about any other thing.

    At last, I fell into the temptation again and 
continued going to the supermarket.
 
    One day, my mother sent me to buy a few things. 
It was the perfect alibi! So I went as fast as 
possible while I tried to control my heart that 
beat strongly by a mix of anxiety and desire.  It 
had been a long time since my last visit and I 
wanted so much to feel the cold, tight, smooth 
plastic of a Huggies bag again.  Unfortunately, 
I wasn't as careful as I had been other times. For 
this reason, I didn't see the push-chair until I 
turned the corner.  The problem wasn't that I 
couldn't avoid it, the problem was that a push-chair 
meant that somebody was there. Somebody that could 
know me, and know that I didn't have any little 
sibling.
 
    As I feared, a young woman turned to look at me.
She was beautiful. She looked just like the mothers 
that appeared in the diapers ads, with shoulder 
length brown hair and a light blue blouse and a long 
blue skirt. Any other details were forgotten when 
she fixed her deep grey eyes on me.
 
   “Hello.” She said with a sweet voice.

   “Hi” I managed to say - unable to move but a 
little calmer because I didn't know her.
 
    After the greetings, she returned to look at the 
multiple bags of diapers displayed in the aisle. 
Without any other option, I started walking towards 
the other side so she could think that I came only 
to buy diapers for my little siblings when I heard a 
little moan.
 
    Looking over the push-chair, I could see a 
toddler girl. She had long brown hair and wore a pink 
dress with a long skirt - the same type that the 
princess used in the movies. But the reason I stopped 
to watch was her strange movements.  She moved her 
hip back and forth in an unsteady way, as if she were 
on tip toes. A bulge in her skirt showed that she had 
something between her legs, but it was well hidden by 
her long dress.
 
    I was wondering what was happening when I heard 
another little moan.  Then, when her body raised a 
little (trembling with pleasure), I could see that 
she had a Huggies bag between her legs. 

    Unsuspectingly, the toddler continued rubbing 
herself against the bag.  I started feeling so 
nervous that I was out of there before I knew it. 

    Once outside, I walked aimlessly while the scene 
continued repeating itself in my mind - time and 
time again.  It was wrong, right? The thing that I 
had seen had to be wrong.  But my dick disagreed with 
me. It was hard as a rock and I realised that I 
wasn't appaled, but excited.
 
   'Was I a sick pervert?' I thought.
 
    My hard-on started to hurt so I went to go home. 
With a little luck, I would be able to relieve all 
of this excitement in the bathroom.
 
    When I arrived at the building where I lived with 
my mother, I got on the elevator. It's doors were 
already closing when a voice asked me to stop them. 
Thinking that it had to be another neighbor, I 
pushed the button to open the door. A push-chair 
driven by a young woman entered into the elevator -
pressing me against the corner.
 
   “Thanks.” She said while pushing the button for 
her floor.
 
    I couldn't answer. My heart was pounding out of 
my chest while a cold sweat started covering my body.
In front of me, at only a few inches sitting down, 
was the toddler girl that I had seen in the 
supermarket. She smiled to me innocently while her 
mother turned to look at me.
 
   “Did you enjoy the show?” She asked abruptly.

   “What??” I stammered.

   “Did you enjoy yourself looking at a toddler 
rubbing herself against a bag of Huggies?”

   “It...it was wrong.” I said without thinking.

   “What was wrong? That she was enjoying herself or 
that you were looking at her?”

   “Both!” I cried very frightened.

   “Didn't you enjoy it?” She insisted.

   “NO!”

   “Liar.” she said with a smile. “I know that you 
like diapers. You go to the supermarket to rub 
yourself against the packages until you cum, but you 
are too afraid to buy one with your pocket money. 
You dream about wearing them and using them, right?”

   “Yes. I mean no." I said.
 
    She pushed the emergency button and the elevator 
stopped with a shock between two floors.
 
   “Do you want see one?” she asked while she circled 
the pushchair and came near me. “A real diaper?” 

    She stroked my hair while I tried to say anything, 
but I was lost in her smile and I couldn't say 
anything.
 
    Unexpectedly, she raised her daughter out of the 
stroller, pushed it away, and left the toddler in 
front of me.
 
   “Chris, show your diaper to this boy.” Her mother 
said.
 
    The little toddler smiled and grabbed the edges of 
her dress and raised her arms as high as possible - 
covering her head with her dress and exposing the most 
intimate part of her body.
 
    There, between her two chubby legs, was the object 
of my desires: A Huggies diaper with a picture of a 
smiling Mickey Mouse.
 
    I knelt down and touched it respectfully, following 
the borders with my fingers.
 
   “Come on. Get close and smell it.” The woman's voice 
suggested tantalizingly.
 
    I brought my face close to the diaper and smelled
it.
 
    It was wonderful - a mix between the diaper's 
perfume and the toddler's smell.  The desire overcame 
me and - throwing my arms around her legs - I pulled 
her towards me and rubbed my cheek against her diaper. 

    While I enjoyed it's soft closeness, the diaper 
started to feel more and more warm. Before I could ask 
about the reason of this sudden change, the woman 
promptly clarified it with her words.
 
   “Good girl. Show this perverted boy how you use 
your diaper.”
 
    Ignoring the insult and guided only by my desire, 
I inserted my tongue between the elastic and the 
smooth skin of her crotch to taste her delicious piss. 
It had a slightly spicy - yet bitter taste.  I never 
would have thought that I would do something similar. 
I didn't think it was healthy, nor if it was wrong or 
right. All I wanted was to continue feeling the warm 
diaper and tasting her nectar.

    I was so engrossed in my own world that I didn't 
realize that the elevator had started moving again 
until her dress fell over me and her mother picked 
the toddler up to put her back in the chair.

    I stared at her still lying on the floor without 
knowing what to do.

   “You are really a little pervert pedo, aren't you?”
Her mother asked me. 

    But her voice didn't sound reproachful, only 
slightly amused.

    She was right. I was a pedophile. I had licked 
the pee of a toddler from her diaper, and I liked it. 

    Unable to answer, I lowered my eyes while my face 
reddened with shame. 

    I felt the elevator starting to slow down when we 
reached her floor, but I was unable to move. The 
woman helped me to stand up and, during the brief 
moment that her mouth was next to my ear, I heard:

   “If you want to wear them, you know what you have 
to do.”

    Without any other word, she smiled to me. Then she 
drove the stroller out of the elevator.

    I stood there until the doors closed again. Then 
the elevator continued its trip.

    I was a pedo. A fucking pervert. And I liked it! I 
was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't control my desire 
anymore. I wanted to wear diapers and use them. I 
wanted to lick other diapers and have the same feeling 
again...but it was wrong!

    I didn't know what to do. Because I was so guilty 
as her. So I tried to forget everything, and pray not 
to meet her again.

    Only when I arrived at my floor, I remembered that 
I hadn't done the errands. With all that had happened, 
I had completely forgotten it. Anyway, my mother would 
take several hours to return from work, so I decided 
to go back to the supermarket.

    And that was the biggest mistake of my whole life.

    Once again in the supermarket, I searched for my 
mother's note. I found a bunch of papers in my pocket, 
but unfortunately they weren't my mother's notes. It 
was a piece of paper with 20D written in it and a 
twenty dollar bill.

    My heart started pumping as crazy again.

    This note could only be from the perverted woman, 
and it was probably her address. But...what about the 
money?

    Then it hit me.

    I went to the diaper aisle and I looked at the 
prices. I could buy any bag with twenty dollars except 
the Jumbo ones.

    I had had to go away then, but my eyes were 
already searching for a diaper of my size. 
Unfortunately, the only ones that I could wear were 
the Underjams or the Goodnites.

    I didn't like the Underjams' bag, it didn't look 
cute enough.  So I went to pick up the Goodnites. One 
of them had Spiderman drawn in it, and others had 
Tinker Bell and one of her friends. I liked the one 
with Tinker Bell so I bought one of those.

    At this moment, I didn't realize that this one 
was for girls. Either way, it was going to change my 
life.
 
    I only needed another fifteen minutes to arrive 
at the door of the unknown woman and ring the bell.
 
    The seconds that she took to open the door were 
the longest of my life.
 
    She looked at me as if she didn't know the 
reason I was there and asked:
 
   “Yes? What do you want?”
  
    Trembling, I raised the bag of Goodnites with 
both hands to show it to her and said:
 
   “Please, diaper me.”

   “No,” she said plainly.

   “What?”
 
    After everything that had happened and 
everything I had done, she now said no? Why?
 
    I was about to start crying, when she added:
 
   “This is for little kids, you don't need them.”
 
    I understood it immediately.
 
    Standing in front of her door and with both 
hands holding the diaper bag up, I started to pee!
 
    Within seconds, my underwear was soaked and a 
wet and warm feeling spread throughout my crotch. 
Trickles of liquid slid down my legs, soaking my 
pants and dribbling to the ground.
 
    It was humiliating, but the bigger shock was 
that the bigger the stain in my trousers, the 
bigger her smile was.
 
   “Please diaper me.” I asked again - while a 
puddle started forming on the floor.

   “Pass.” She said.


PROLOGUE PART 2: A Trap
 

    Humiliated and red of embarrassment, I entered 
into her house for the first time. While she was 
cleaning my little puddle, I had a chance to look
at her flat.
 
    It was very normal and hadn't anything that you 
could find strange or weird. But I was in the little 
hall and I could only see the kitchen, the living 
room and, of course, the main hall. My young mind 
couldn't imagine the things hidded in the other 
rooms.
 
    My wet clothes started sticking to my skin with 
an uncomfortable and cold feeling, when the woman 
came back, she left the mop in the kitchen, grabbled 
my hand and guided me into the first room after 
passing the living-room.
 
    It had been transformed in a nursery. The floor 
was completely padded and the wallpapers were 
decorated with Disney's characters - most of them 
drawn as babies except Tinkle-bell and the Princess. 
A large wardrobe covered a whole wall from the floor 
to the ceiling. In a corner next to the window, 
there was the biggest crib I had ever seen. A lot of 
toys, teddy bears, and dolls were scattered by the 
floor and, in the center of the room playing 
carefreely, was the toddler girl that I already knew.
 
    She looked ar me when we entered, but she 
returned her attention to her toys almost inmediatly.
 
    The woman opened one of the wardrobe's doors and 
got a large Pampers' bed mat that she extended 
expertly on the floor.
 
    I didn't pay attention because I continued 
observing - stupified at the contents of the wardrobe. 
It was full with bags and bags of diapers, wipes and 
anything that you could need for the hygiene of a 
baby. I could swear that it had more brands than the 
supermarket.
 
    The woman's voice returned me to the reality.
 
   “Ok. Lay here,” She said - tapping the mat with 
her hand.
 
    I left the diaper's bag on the floor and laid 
down on the mat with my foot near her. She started 
undressing me as I was a little baby. I only had to 
raise my bottom a little when she removed my trousers 
and underwear. Then she got a baby towel and started
cleaning the rest of my pee beginning with my legs.
 
    I closed my eyes and enjoyed the softness of the 
towel cleaning my skin.
 
   “Fold your legs.” She commanded when she finished 
cleaning them.
 
    I obeyed and folded my legs over my belly. This 
way she could see my genitals and my ass.
 
    Something soft and wet started cleaning my balls, 
but it wasn't a baby towel. It felt different - as 
if somebody was licking them.
 
    Surprised, I opened my eyes to see the toddler's 
head between my legs while the woman encouraged her 
from the side.
 
   “Excellent Chrissy! Show this pervert boy all you 
have learned!”
 
    It was wrong. It was very wrong! I had to run 
away. Nobody had to do something as perverted as 
this.
 
   'Something similar to you licking her pee?' An 
ironic voice asked in my mind.
 
    But I couldn't think anymore.
 
    Chrissy had finished licking my balls and had 
managed to put one of them inside her tiny mouth. 
She was sucking it at the same time while her 
tongue continue playing with it. My dick was as 
erect as a mast and, when she finished sucking 
both of my balls, waves of pleasure were crossing 
my body. 

    Then she cleaned the head of my dick with the 
point of her tongue and, with her mouth wide open, 
swallowed at least half of my dick.
 
    I couldn't avoid moaning with pleasure from her 
care. While my hands grabbed the mat strongly, and 
I leant my head back. All my body became tense 
waiting for the discharge.
 
    Chrissy went up and down three times over my 
hard dick but, just as the last push was needed, the 
devilish woman pushed her aside.
 
   “Very good, Chrissy.” She said while she cleaned 
the precum with a clean baby towel.
 
    For a few moments, I didn't know what had 
happened. I only returned to reality when she asked 
to raise my bottom so she could put the diaper in 
its proper position.
 
    At this moment, a melody started sounding in my 
mobile announcing an incoming message.  The woman 
went to get the phone from my discarded trouser and 
checked the message. I looked at her with hate.
 
    A beautiful women had diapered me, but the 
moment that would have been the best feeling in my 
life, I had been the worst by her fault. I didn't 
already think that it was wrong. The voice of my 
conscience had been drowned by my animal instinct.
 
   “Your mother has to do an all-night on her job.” 
The woman said while reading the message. “Isn't 
it wonderful?” She asked looking at me. “That means
you can sleep here.”
 
    I didn't answer - still angry for her actions. 
But I forgot everything with her next words.
 
   “Stand up, Amy. We have to finished changing your 
clothes.”

   “What did you say?” I asked surprised.

   “I said: “stand up”. We can't change your 
clothes with you laying there.”

   “No, I meant the name.”

   “Amy?”

   “Yes.”

   “What's the problem Amy? Don't you like your 
name?”
 
    I was too confused to be angry.
 
   “But it isn't my name.” I said - not 
understanding anything. “And Amy is a girl's name.
I'm a...”
 
    While I was talking, the woman had grabbed the 
now opened Goodnites' bag. She showed it to me and 
pointed to a specific point of the plastic bag.
 
   “What is written here? FOR GIRLS. So, if you're 
wearing a girl's diaper, then you are a girl. Those 
are the rules.”

   “But I only got it because it was prettier.” I 
replied.

   “Exactly the thing that a girl would have done. 
Now stand up.”  She commanded.
 
    I stood up and allowed her to remove my shirt.
 
   “So...am I Amy now?” I asked while she searched 
the wardrobe.

   “Yes.” she asnwered. “And don't forget it or I 
will tell your mother everything.”
 
    I froze at hearing these words. I was so afraid 
that I didn't realize at this moment that she was 
guilty too!
 
   “Ok.” she said - turning around and showing me 
a onesie about my size - all pink except for a big 
smiling Twinkle-bell printed in the center. 

   “Do you like it?”

   “Yes.” I said - knowing it was true.
 
   'Perhaps I'm really a lil girly' I thought 
while she was putting it on me.
 
    When I was dressed, she grabbed the Goodnites 
bag and put it in the first wardrobe closet she 
had opened.
 
   “What now?” I asked while she gathered up my 
old clothes and everything that she had used.

   “You can play together until dinner time.” She 
said and closed the door after her.
 
    The first thing that I did when I was left alone 
with little Chrissy was try to open the door. But it 
had been locked from the outside. 

    With a sigh, I started exploring the room.
 
    After five minutes, I had found that the double 
window didn't have a handle and all the doors of the 
wardrobe closet were locked - except the one opened 
by the woman and two others. Behind all of these 
doors were the same thing: tons and tons of baby 
products. 

    Their sight was enough to keep me aroused for a 
long time, but the only thing interesting in a locked 
room was the large crib, a toddler, and her toys.
 
    I looked at Chrissy playing with her toys and I 
thought I would play with her. But I didn't feel like 
playing house with a toddler. 

    It was going to be a long afternoon.
 
    Then a devilish thought came to my mind: I could 
really play with Chrissy!
 
    But it was wrong. She was an innocent toddler...
(that had licked your balls, added the ironic voice 
of my mind). Ok. But it had been her mother's fault. 
If I would do anything, it would be my fault.
 
    I turned around and looked at the smiling 
toddler wearing only her onesie and a diaper.
 
   'No. It was wrong!' I thought.
 
    I sat down in a corner and looked at the floor -
trying to avoid the temptation.
 
    I didn't know how much time had passed, but it 
felt like centuries to me.

    Finally, I decided that perhaps this would be 
my last opportunity to see a diaper. (I was wrong
of course), so there wasn't any problem if I looked 
at it one more time.
 
    I went to Chrissy's side and - grabbing her gently -
I lay her down in an empty area of the floor. 

    Chris didn't try to resist. She only looked at me 
wih curiousity while I opened her onesie and lifted it 
up - uncovering her diaper. I looked at it for a long 
time before lowering my head between her legs and 
kissing it. Then I rested my face over it and smelled 
her fragance. She smelled like baby powder and the 
aroma of a new diaper!
 
    I remained still...enjoying it.
 
    When I thought that it was enough, I raised my 
head and started to close her onesie.
 
    Everything was ok. I had only enjoyed the sight 
and smell of her diapers. So I hadn't done any bad 
thing. I didn't want to hurt her, so it was a real 
surprise when my hands untapped her dry diaper and 
uncovered her "treasure."
 
    I heard Chrissy giggling while I looked at her 
naked crotch stupidly.
 
    I couldn't see a lot because her buttocks hid
most of it. So I separated her butt cheeks with my 
hands and stared at her pink lil' holes while my 
heart beat strongly in my chest.
 
    In my sick mind I thought that it would be ok 
to lick her because she had licked my genitals.
 
    My conscience lost the battle against my lust.

    Empowered by her tiny beauty, I started licking 
her pee hole before going down to suck her little 
clitoris.  

    Chrissy started moaning and I felt her little 
hands in my head pressing down weakly. I obeyed her 
desires and followed the outline of her inner lips 
with the point of my tongue while her little body 
trembled under me. 

    Guessing that her moans were a sign of approval, 
I inserted my tongue in her pussy - only to find it 
blocked by a hard smooth surface.
 
    Surprised, I stopped licking and opened her pussy 
with my fingers. When the opening was large enough, 
a pink cylinder popped out! After taking it out, I 
saw that it was a little bigger than my hard dick. 
It finished in a conical head and was all wet and 
sticky.
 
   “So this is the way your mom plays huh?” I asked 
the toddler as she looked at me stupidly. “Well, if 
you had this inside, I think that you can have mine.”
 
    But how? I didn't really want hurt her. So I 
couldn't do it while she was lying in the floor. 
 
    Having an idea, I got down on all fours.
 
   “Hey Chrissy...could you do this?” I asked.
 
    She looked at me for a moment before she started 
turning around and finally getting on all fours. 
Then she smiled to me.
 
   “Good girl.” I said lustfully as I approached 
her ass.
 
    I pulled her diaper that had fallen to the 
ground and I put on my knees behind her. I opened my 
onesie, lowered my diaper, and pulled out my already 
hard dick. When I tried to guide my dick into her 
hole, I realized that I had miscalculated it. Despite 
being on me knees, I was still taller than her. 
Normally there would have been no problem to bend my 
dick. But it was so hard that I feared that it could 
break if forced.
 
    I looked at her holes. I wanted to fuck them 
desperately! 

    Then I remembered the wardrobe closet. I raised 
my diaper so I could walk properly and went to open 
the doors of the closet.
 
    I grabbed a few of the largest plastic bags and 
stacked them. I got a package of baby towels to clean 
any mess and, as an afterthought, I grabbed a bottle 
of baby oil.
 
    When all the preparations were finished, I lay 
Chrissy down over the bags with her legs hanging by 
the side. 

    While she looked at me, I lowered my diaper and 
showed my dick to her. She raised her arms trying to 
grab it while I rubbed baby oil all over it. When I 
knelt down, Chrissy raised and folded her legs over 
her belly and used her hands to keep them in that 
position. I looked at her surprised and she smiled 
back at me.
 
   “You're a clever little bitch huh?” I asked while 
my hand guided the head of my dick into her pussy.
 
    It entered with a soft noise. Then I grabbed her 
hips and pushed forward. All my dick slid inside. At 
the same time, both of us moaned with pleasure and, 
in her case, a little bit of pain. I kept it inside - 
enjoying the warm tight skin pressing against my hard 
dick. Then I heard a voice in my ear.
 
   “Hey look! The little pervert is raping my toddler.”
 
    I had jumped with surprise as two strong hands 
held me in position.
 
   “No abrupt movements. We don't want any injury do 
we?”

   “I...I didn't want...” I started lamely.

   “Oh yes! Yes, you wanted to rape her and fuck her 
baby holes.”

   “No, it isn't true.” 

   “Oh? And where is your dick now hUh?”

   “Please...please don't say anything to my mom.” I 
pleaded.

   “Ok. But you'll agree to follow all my orders from 
now on.”

   “Until when?”  I asked.

   “Forever.” She said seductively with a smile.
 
    If I had known the real meaning of forever, perhaps 
I wouldn't have agree so fast.
 
    “Ok.”

    "Good.” She said - her breath warming my neck. “Do 
you know what is my first order?”

   “N...no” 

   “Think,” she said.
 
    I tried to think, but it was hard. To make it worse, 
she started to bite my ear and started inserting her tongue 
in my inner ear. A shiver of pleasure, gave me the answer.
 
   “You want me to finish fucking her.”

   “Yes.” She said happily. “I want that you fuck her and 
cum in her ass!”

   “How?” I asked surprised.
 
   “Tell me when you are ready to cum and I will help you.”

   “I don't wan...”

   “You'll obey me, or your mother will learn everything 
about her little pervert.” She said with a steel tone of 
her voice.
 
    I could only nod slightly.

   “Good. A last word of advice: try not to insert all of 
it. It will be easier for you and her.”
 
    I extracted all my dick except the head before 
pushing again - careful not to insert too much. 

    After a few thrusts, I got the rhythm and continued
pumping faster while the woman had sat down on a side of 
the pile of bags and was chitchating with the moaning 
toddler.
 
    “Look Chrissy! Amy is going to give you Twinkle-bell 
special magic power. Isn't she a good girl for sharing it? 
You'll have to thank her afterward for it.”
 
    “I...I'm...ready.” I said when I felt the first signs 
of an orgasm building inside of me.

   “Ok. Get all of it out.”
 
    I obeyed as fast and posible and, when all my dick was 
out, she turned Chrissy around and lay her over her belly 
with her arms at the sides.
 
   “Cum in her ass.”
 
    I pressed the head of my dick against her asshole, but 
it remained closed. I pressed more and more until my dick 
slid fully inside and Chrissy raised her head with a moan 
of pleasure and pain.
 
   “Good girl...good girl.” The woman said - caressing her 
hair.
 
    It was so tight that it seemed that it was going to rip 
my dick. I only needed a few thrusts to cum inside her warm 
tight hole while my cries of pleasure mixed together with 
Chrissy's. 

    The woman smiled upon hearing the mixed cries of 
pleasure with chords of pain. 
 
    After unloading my charge, I removed my dick from her 
ass and fell back to the floor.
 
    The first thing that I did consciously was to check my 
dick. I was very afraid that it would be covered with 
blood. 

    Fortunately, it was mainly covered with brown, smelly 
poop! so my battered conscience breathed a sigh of relief.
 
    The second thing that I did was look at Chrissy. She 
continued laying down over the bag of diapers with her 
legs and arms hanging at the sides while big, white,
thick drops of my cum slid down her baby crotch and fell 
to the floor. 

    She seemed like a sacrifice to the gods of the 
diapers and my lust!
 
   “It's very thoughtful of you to rub baby oil on your 
dick.” The woman told me while she sat down at my side
and opened the package of baby towels.

    She started cleaning my dick with one of them. 

   “It's very good to take care of your skin - outside 
and inside. But I don't want her to poison herself 
cleaning you, so the towels will have to be enough.”

   “Is she...?” I asked afraid of the answer.

   “Don't worry. she is ok. She has been trained for 
this.”

   “Trained?” I asked - my young mind couldn't 
understand the levels of depravation of this woman.

   “Yes. As you are going to be.”

   “Training? In what?”
 
    She smiled to me while she got a clean towel and 
continued cleaning my dick.
 
   “Don't worry about it. There's more important things 
to do.”
 
    She finished cleaning my dick and, throwing the 
towels away, she stood up in front of me.
 
   “There are two basic rules: You will obey me, and you 
will call me Mistress anytime that you talk with me.”

   “What?”
 
    With this involuntary question, I won a hard kick in 
the belly that threw me to the floor.
 
    I lay there - cowering in pain and gasping for air 
when I heard her again.
 
   “You'll obey me. And you'll call me Mistress. Do you 
understand?”

   “Y...yes...yes Mistress.” I said when my lungs were 
full enough.

   “Good.”
 
    I heard her steps moving farther away, but I
couldn't pay attention while consumed in my world of pain.
 
    When I finally could raise my eyes again, my Mistress 
and little Chrissy were hidden from my sight by one of 
the locked doors of the wardrobe. Chrissy's onesie was 
discarded on the floor, so I supposed that my Mistress 
was changing her daughter's clothes.
   
    I couldn't imagine what was going to happen from then 
on, but my life had changed completely.


Chapter 2:  THE FIRST NIGHT OF MY NEW LIFE

    
    I had fallen into My Mistress clutches, as a defenseless 
little animal, but I didn't know it yet. Although She had 
told me the two rules that would run my life, I only started 
realizing the enormity behind its meaning after the first 
few days.

    During these first days, I went from one surprise to 
another.  And the first one was Chrissy's clothes when she 
appeared from behind of the wardrobe's door.

    She wore a blonde hair wig worn in a bun. A green 
strapless dress with a mini skirt that simulated leaves and 
two clear large winds in her bag, hugged her tiny body tight 
as a glove. A very good simile because, as I discovered later, 
it was a dress of latex. Two green shoes with white pom poms 
in the toes completed her attire.

    I didn't need to look at my onesie to recognize that she 
had dressed up as Tinker Bell.

    She stood there smiling to me, while I couldn't avert my 
gaze from her naked crotch. She wasn't wearing anything 
under her latex dress and its sight gave new strength to my 
dick.

    “Amy vewy go'd shawe he' magic powde. Now Tinkew Bel' 
tuwns.” Chrissys talked to me for the first time.

    “What?” I asked surprised.

    “Tell me, Amy” Said My Mistress coming near me. “Are you 
allergic to butter?”

    “What?” I repeated looking at her, before receiving 
another kick in my belly and benting over in pain...again.

    “Are you allergic to butter, Amy?” My Mistress asked me 
again, sweetly. As if she hadn't hit me only a few seconds 
ago.

    I needed a few minutes to answer and, during this whole 
time, I feared that I would be kicked again for not answering 
fast enough.

   “No, Mistress.”

   “Good.” She said - stroking my hair lovingly with a bright 
smile.

    I raised my eyes and stared at her, but I only could find 
in her eyes the love and care of a mother for her son.

    “Why did you ask...Mistress?” I added at the last moment - 
not wanting to be hit again.

    “Because we don't want you to get sick, do we?”

    “No, Mistress.” I said while she removed the rest of my 
diaper, which had been ripped during my previous punishment.

    “Now take off your onesie,” She said while she went to 
open a new door of the wardrobe, and grabbed something that 
was hidden in her hand.

    I obeyed her, partly for her attitude and partly because 
my dick agreed with it strongly.

    A little giggle attracted my attention. 

    Chrissy was looking at my erected dick while her tongue 
wet her little lips seductively. I would have started jerking 
off, if I hadn't heard My Mistress voice at this moment behind 
me.

   “Put your hands behind your back.”

    I obeyed her command - only to feel the cold steel of 
handcuffs locking my wrists. Defenseless, my Mistress carried 
me to the stack of bags, forced me to kneel down, and placed 
one over my head and part of my chest.

    The warmth of the bag surprised me, because I expected to 
feel the same smooth cold feeling of the supermarket bags. Then 
I realized that the bag had been heated up by the warmth of 
Chrissy' body while I was fucking her.

    The memory of my first time, hardened and strenghten my 
dick.

    “Magi' wand, magi' wand,” I heard Chrissy start singing.

    “Yes, Chrissy,” said My Mistress. “Now, we must get Tinker 
Bell's magic wand ready.”

    My head was leaning towards the left side, so I could see 
how My Mistress took from the wardrobe something that I had 
never seen before.

    It was a green wide leather belt with a triangle in the 
front part. A strip joined the lower corner of the triangle 
with the back of the belt. The center of the triangle held two 
green cylinders, similar to the one I found inside Chrissy's 
pussy. The one inside was small was curved, while the one 
outside was straight and bigger than my hard dick.

    Then I didn't know what it could be, but It was the first 
time that I saw a double strap-on.

    Chrissy's body appeared in front of me, and her hairless 
crotch filled my eyesight. Without being able to move my head, 
I only could stare to her forbidden fruit while she giggled 
deviously.

    My Mistress hand appeared from the left, lifted her leaf 
shaped miniskirt, and put the strap-on's belt loosely around 
her waist. With experienced movements, she inserted the curbed 
dildo inside her little pussy and was rewarded by a little moan 
of pleasure. After a few seconds, the belt and the bottom 
strip had been tightened with two more approving moans.

    “Ready?” My Mistress asked to the toddler.

    “Yeah!” Chrissy anounced enthusiastically, before moving 
out of my sight.

    Only then I realized what was going to happen and I started 
to shout in vain.

   “No! Please no! It's too big! No! Don't insert it in my 
ass! Please!!”

    I stopped shouting when I felt something pressing against 
my asshole. I tried to keep my hole closed, but it slid easily 
inside.

    It didn't hurt as much as I expected, but I didn't know 
that it only was the buttered finger of my Mistress - lubricating 
my virgin asshole.

    After coating it with a layer of slick butter, I felt as her 
finger left my hole.

    I hoped that it had finished, only to be proven wrong when a 
harder, bigger thing pressed against my hole. My resistance only 
lasted a few seconds before it slid completely inside me - riding 
over the butter coatting. 

    I raised my head a little and shouted in pain while Chrissy 
giggled and moved her little hips back and forth - raping my ass 
gladly.

    The pain started to subdue as my bowels stretched to adapt to 
the big dildo and the bleeding of my ass helped to soften the 
intrusion.

    Then I felt a hand grabbing my hard dick and starting to jerk 
it off.

   “Do you like it, Amy?” My Mistress whispered in my ear.

   “It...hurts.” was the only thing that I could answer. 

    But the truth was that I started to like it and my member was 
enjoying the massage.

   “Oh! It hurts that a toddler rape your nepi ass, huh? But you 
inserted your pedophile cock inside Chrissy's holes without 
thinking.”

   “I'm sorry.” I apologized - only to receive a mocking reply 
from My Mistress.

    “No! You aren't sorry. You liked it. You enjoyed fucking her, 
and she enjoyed it because that's the way that she has been 
trained. Don't worry! You'll be trained too; but now enjoy your 
little reward.”

    The new mention of training would have rung alarms in my head, 
but it passed through my mind while my body started to tense in 
anticipation of a new orgasm.

    A few seconds later, under my Mistress's stroking, my dick 
started to flutter and shoot its hot cum while I moaned with real 
pleasure.

   “Look Chrissy! Amy is shooting her nepi cum all over the diaper 
bags. It seems that she likes being raped by a little toddler.” My 
Mistress said while Chrissy giggled; but neither of them stopped 
stimulating my body until a few minutes after I had finished cuming.

    Completely exhausted, I lay over the warm plastic of the stack 
of diaper bags with the eyes closed, while Chrissy removed the 
strap-on from my asshole - leaving a feeling of emptiness and dull 
pain.

   “Ok, sleepyhead. Time to awake.” I heard My Mistress say before 
being pushed away until I sat down over my knees.

    In this new position, I saw as My Mistress finished cleaning 
the strap-on and put it back again in its wardrobe. 

    Meanwhile, Chrissy - still wearing her Tinker-Bell latex dress - 
started to grab the bags of diapers with both hands.

    After grabing the first one, she put on a funny face and, 
looking at My Mistress, she said:

   “Mist', 's all sticky.”

    My Mistress closed the wardrobe, and came towards both of us.

    “It's Amy's pervert nepi milk. I think that she had to clean 
it with her tongue. Don't you think so, Chrissy?”

    “Ok” the toddler agreed happily.

    She put it over her head and, holding it with both hands, 
brought the dirty spot closer to my mouth.

    “Ok, Amy. I want that you leave it clean, or if not...”

    The not so veiled threat helped me to overcome the revulsion 
that I could have.

    I gathered the bigger drops with my tongue, then I approached 
my lips to the plastic and sucked my sticky cum.

    It was warm and had a thick taste of sweet and fruity water. I 
would ever remember its taste, even though I swallowed it 
immediatly, before licking the plastic bag clean of any rest.

    Once My Mistress was happy enough with my cleaning, she grabbed 
the bag and put it inside the closet and Chrissy, after checking 
which side of the next bag of diapers was sticky; put it over her 
head and, smiling, hit my mouth with it.

    With all the bags cleaned and put away, My Mistress went to take 
Chrissy's latex suit off, while I remained kneeled and handcuffed 
with the taste of my cum fulling my mouth and my tongue.

    When both of them came towards me, Chrissy's nudity aroused me 
again. Her soft little body was so beautiful that I wanted fuck her 
holes again.

    Chrissy giggled - looking at my preteen erected cock, but My 
Mistress didn't allow any nonsense. She grabbed my hand-cuff and 
forced me to stand up and follow her.

    “Time for your bath.” My Mistress said, when She guided us to a 
large bathroom.

    It was wonderful - lit up by led lamps embeded in the ceiling. 
The floor and the walls were covered with white tiles and, 
surprisingly, the floor tiles were warm - warmer than the floor of 
the rest of the house. At the door's right side, there were a tap 
with a gathered up hose; in the farthest right corner was a jacuzzi, 
that took up a quarter of the bathroom by itself; and other large 
tub attached to the left wall. All the floor had a little slope 
towards the drainage located in the center of the room. A few towel 
racks and a little cupboard completed this unusual bathroom that 
hadn't a sink, nor a toilet.

    My Mistress told me to enter in the left tub and I did so while 
She helped little Chrissy. Once both of us were in the tub, she 
opened the tap and started bathing us.

    Here, I want to stop to make a note. I know that a lot of 
people would be puzzled that My own Mystress would bath Her slaves 
Herself or, at least, that She wouldn't use the hose. I understand 
that way of thinking, but it isn't My Mistress (or my) way. She 
didn't humble Herself by cleaning us, in the same way that you 
didn't humble yourself when you clean your loved pets.

    After drying us, she ordered that we get down on all our fours, 
and used a speculum to check that there wasn't any permanent damage 
in our holes. 

    First, she checked Chrissy's pussy and asshole and, finally, my 
own asshole; cleaning the speculum thoroughly after each examination.

    Glad that She didn't have to fix Her sex toys, She guided us 
back to the nursery where she got everything ready to put new, fresh 
diapers on Chrissy and me.

    We were laying over two Pamper's changing mats, when My Mistress 
took out of the wardrobe the two largest most uncute diapers that I 
had seen in my life.

    They were all blue, had four tapes and no pictures. In the 
center of the front part, they had printed 'small' in capital 
letters a few times forming a column. Right below the words, started 
three lines that crossed the center of the diaper vertically.

    My Mistress put the new diaper on us fast and efficiently. They 
were so large they covered my belly button, and Chrissy's nipples.

    “What's this?” I asked when both of us were already diapered.

    “Your new diapers,” My Mistress answered nonchalantly.

    “But they are...they are...so...uncute.” I said trying to put 
into words my confusion.

    My Mistress hunkered down in front of me and started messing my 
hair.

    “Oh, Amy! You're such a pervert nepi diaper-lover girlish sissy. 
I'm proud of you.” She said looking directly at my eyes with a very 
genuine smile. “You're right. They are so uncute that we are going 
to put a girlish Tinker-Bell diaper over them. Are you happy?”

    Before I could answer, My Mistress had returned to the wardrobe
closet and had picked two Goodnite diapers. She forced me to stand 
up and raise my legs so She could place the Goodnite on correctly.

    I remained there, with the large blue adult diaper sticking out 
of me everywhere, while My Mistress put the smaller Goodnite diaper 
on Chrissy. Once double diapered, the toddler looked at me and 
started giggling.

    I didn't know if she found the situation funny or stupid, but 
her soft laugh made me blush at the same time that my hard dick 
pressed against the soft inner layer of the diaper.

    My thoughts stopped when My Mistress returned with two new 
onesies, and...wow!

    These onesies were very different to the ones that I had worn. 
They were plain brown and not only had arms and legs, but a hood and 
padded mites and feet too. They were made with thick cotton, except 
a width leather tape that circled each waist and ankle and had a 
large steel ring embedded in it. Two lines of snaps, that went up 
the legs and met in the crotch, made easy to put it on and change 
the messy diapers. But, over everything else, the thing that more 
attracted my attention were the two false dog ears in the hood and 
the false dog tail in the back.

    I was so surprised that I only remember being there, wearing the 
strange onesie, looking at Chrissy that was in all her fours and 
seemed a cute little pup with a strange bulge around her crotch.

   “Ok, puppies. Time to dinner.” My Mistress anounced before 
leaving the room and going to the kitchen.

    I followed her - half mesmerized and half stunned - while 
Chrissy, who had showed being able to walk, crawled at my side.

    At this moment, I didn't give importance to this detail; but 
everything were clear when we arrived at the kitchen.

    It was very similar to the one in my home or any other 
kitchen that you could find, with only one exception: There was 
no table and only one chair.

    I supposed that they had to be kept somewhere, so I wasn't 
ready for the following scene.

    My Mistress grabbed a large steaming bowl from the microwave, 
filled another one with water and put both of them in the floor. 
Chrissy crawled towards the bowls and stuffed her head inside the 
steaming one, starting to eat its content (a thick vegetable soup 
with chicken bits) with delight. 

    After a few seconds, she raised her face, already dirty with 
food, and started drinking from the other bowl in the same way: as 
a pup.

    On hearing the sound of porcelain being placed in the floor, I 
turned my head to find two similar bowls with food and water in 
front of me. Incredulous, I looked at My Mistress who returned my 
gaze - waiting for my reaction. 

    Without thinking, I pointed at Chrissy with my left hand and 
asked:

   “Do you want me to eat it doggy style?”

    Unexpectedly, My Mistress started laughing out loud so hard 
that the toddler raised her mucky face to stare at Her.

   “You didn't complain when you did it doggy style before.” She 
said cryptically.

   “I never did anything doggy style.” I answered without 
understanding the meaning of her words.

    Now, I got the irony in Her words.

   “Ok,” She said calmly with a smile in Her mouth.

    Before I could protest, she picked up the two bowls, put them 
in the kitchen counter and - grabbing my hand - dragged me out of 
the kitchen.

   “Time to go to sleep, Amy” were Her only words.

    We returned to the nursery and went directly to the large crib. 

    Withour releasing my hand, she opened the crib's door and 
forced me to enter. I crawled inside and the mattress sunk a little 
under my hands and knees.

   “Lay on your side and pass your arms and legs between the bars 
of the left side.” My Mistress ordered and I obeyed without thinking.

   “You're a very obedient sissy girl, Amy.” She congratulated me. 

    Then, she grabbed a long chain hidden under the crib, passed it 
by the rings embedded in my onesie and locked it with a small 
padlock.

    I couldn't believe what was happening. Half of my brain thought 
that this had to be a dream (or a nightmare) and that I would awake 
soon, the other half was trying to understand the new world where I 
had fallen and was faling miserably; so I accepted the facts 
mechanically.

    After chaining me to the crib, My Mistress moved away and, 
during a few minutes, I only was able to hear the noise of her 
hidden activities, and her steps around the room. 

    At last, she approached the crib from behind me, and then I 
listened Her voice.

   “Raise your head.”

    After I obeyed, she slid something below my head.

   “Ok, rest your head. How's it?”

    It was cold, hard and, overall, too wide. It sunk a little with 
my head's weight, but not enough to be comfortable.

   “Too high and hard.” I answered.

   “Ok. Raise your head again.” My Mistress changed my pillow and 
asked: 

   “And now?”

    The new pillow was cold and hard too, but not so wide and it 
adapted better to the shape of my head.

   “A lot of better. More comfortable.”

   “I knew it. You're a Huggies girl.” My Mistress said amused.

    Trying to understand her words, I looked at my pillow to 
discover that I was resting my head in a vintage Huggies bag for 
girls.

    I was so astonished that I almost lost My Mistress next 
question.

   “Tell me, Amy. Do you have any respiratory disease?”

   “No,” I answered without think.

   “So you can breath perfectly well by your lovely little nose?” 
She said while she lowered my hood.

   “Yes, why...”

    And I couldn't say anything more, because My Mistress 
inserted a pacifier in my mouth, passed the elastic band attached 
to it, around my head and raised my hood again.

    “Excellent! Now, you're ready to sleep.” She said while 
closing the crib's door. “Good night my little sissy girl.”

    Laying there, I could do nothing except hear her steps going 
away. Then the light was turned off and the door closed.


TO BE CONTINUED...

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