The flight

Chapter 1
whole story

You may wish to judge me, but you are not in my position. I admit I would judge me but the fact is my situation is too extraordinary for those who are not involved to understand. However, I will still attempt to explain.

It all started on a plane ride. Ok, before these events start to unfold I believe I should describe myself in order to put what happened into perspective. First off, I am a shy person. I would call myself introverted, but not an introvert. I have talked to women and I have dated women, but that is a rarity. Second, I am definitely not attractive, and I am definitely not unattractive. I am in that mix that has no advantages and no disadvantages. Third, the plane ride that I referred to later is going to Paris, France where I know none of the language and have never been. Use this information however you want. Now, the story has started...

"The trip was a mistake," I whispered to myself as quietly as I could. It was not me who had planned it, but my dead uncle. No one else at the funeral would claim the tickets to the trip as they had other plans. I had been the lucky one, so everybody thought.

The problem was that the trip was planned for my uncle who was planning on picking up girls and having a cool time. I am in no way good at that sort of thing and this plane ride is a good example of this weakness. My uncle was going to have flown in first class in a flight that he had made sure was empty. Then he was going to offer the seat to the most attractive single girl from coach over to woo.

"It was foolproof. No matter how ugly a guy was the girl could never say no. It’s first class for hell’s sake!" he had said.

I considered calling the airline and reversing this before the flight, but I decided against it out of hopefulness. I did not want to give up the opportunity. I did not think this at the time, but I subconsciously wanted to prove my masculinity to my uncle posthumously who seemed to always have doubted it.

The problem was that in order to meet the woman and talk to her in my seat I would need to ask her. I did not have the courage to go up to one and talk to her. Worst off, I was given openings. My seat had been positioned close to the coach section so I was able to listen to some conversations. Once, a girl wearing a short, blue dress commented on how cramped her seat was. Another time a girl near her commented on how she could not sleep well in her chair and would do anything for a comfortable seat.

These were bad, but the specific instance that was making me upset thinking about it at that moment was when I was walking to the bathroom. I was forced to wait in the aisle because of the line in the coach area. While I was minding my own business a girl started to talk to me.

"Hey, aren’t you the one sitting next to the free seat?" she asked. She looked pretty and had on a blouse and a dress and had a book on her lap that I had read. It was perfect.

"Uhhh. Uhhh." I stammered. It took me twenty seconds to speak.

"NO!" I said, forcing it through my dense mouth.

"Really, because I thought I saw you sitting there."

I was pinching myself. The situation was perfect, but I still could not force myself to say yes. I was starting to sweat and shift around like an idiot and at that point I knew I had blew it.

"No, there is no seat for you," I said then quickly walked back to my seat without going to the bathroom. I also did not look back as I knew there was nothing there that would not further my embarrassment.

As I was pondering my own stupidity something amazing happened. A girl sat down in my seat.

I did not tell this girl she could sit down, but she did not need my approval. It was like it was her right to take the seat. The girl was perfect. I would never call her pretty as it would not describe her completely. Pretty describes a girl you would meet in your high school. I also could not describe her as beautiful. That is the word used to describe models by confident men. No she was ... more than that.

She was wearing a decently pink dress that was neither tight and revealing or loose and prudish. She did not wear any jewelry, but looked like she easily could. Her face was not perfect, but it was definitely one that I normally would not be able to talk to. She was a blonde with straight hair.

Now, as I think back to that moment, I realize how foolish I was. I thought to myself this is love at first sight. No this is not love. Love is something that two romantic partners share. Romance is an equal playing field and we were not equal. No this moment marked the beginning of her becoming my owner.

I waited five minutes to talk. I did not realize at the time but in those five minutes she had learned and already had taken away some of my power. First off, she did not give direct eye contact. She did not avoid my eyes, but she would not look directly at me. It took away my power to meet eyes with her and start talking. Second off she made me nervous and I started to sweat like earlier. Not only that but I also started other nervous habits like shifting around and tearing at the magazine that I was reading. Third off she had learned enough from this time to realize I was her target.

"Uhhh," that was the first sound made from me. I had slipped up.

"Yes. What is it?" she said, not even slightly acknowledging that she was sitting in the chair that I had paid for that should be mine but was not.

"You... you are in my chair."

"Well, that is true. However, it was open and I remember earlier you saying it was not. It is very bad for you to lie. I was sitting in coach and thought that I should right your wrong by sitting here."

Her technique was perfect. She name dropped that I had lied to the girl earlier so subtlety that I could not possibly think that she was trying to manipulate me. But because she mentioned that all of my insecurities came to the forefront. I stammered further, which if you remember earlier was not in my nature. I had other girlfriends before. It was not normal for a girl to completely verbally disarm me.

She waited for three minutes which to me felt impossibly long to break the silence.

"Oh do not worry about that sweetie. I get your problem, you have not been with a woman for a while or ever maybe. Don’t want to infer anything. And were a bit nervous. It’s ok. I am far easier to talk to."

Now the conversation could begin with me as a virgin sweetie.

So we started talking at hour 2 in the 8 hour plane ride, so I cannot describe the entirety of it in this document nor can I remember all of it. But I can describe it.

The woman who would not introduce her name started the conversation by asking a question about me. And then she continued to question more and more about me for the entirety of the conversation. Now, I think any guy could tell you that the strategy of talking to a girl is to get the girl talking and I wanted to do this strategy. But it was impossible. Every Time I asked about her she said it did not matter. The only thing I could get from her was her first name. Her answer to every other question was it did not matter. You might think this was not that bad, but she questioned me about everything and I always gave a clear truthful answer. She asked me about my age, my job, my family (each member), my hobbies, favorite TV shows, favorite movies and favorite games. At a certain point I thought she knew everything then she started diving deeper, and as much as I wanted to I could not resist answering. She asked about my passwords, by bank accounts, my social security number, where I was staying in France, my address and how large I thought my penus was. And then with an hour left she started to ask me questions that seemed to only serve to embarrass me. She asked me how I thought she looked which I gave an awkwardly long description, blushing for the whole time. Then she asked me about my childhood. When was I potty trained, what type of diaper I used, my most embarrassing incident, how many friends I had, when I first kissed a girl and when was the last time I had an accident during the night.

She had established herself in the beginning as the mature one with those first words and continued from there. Even after I told her my name she continued to call me sweetie or honey or baby to further state that I was a child to her. And that was not it. When the stewardess came around to ask for the drinks she asked for a wine and told her to give me a bottle of coke, even though I had been drinking previously. Then she gave me a smile that told me do not question it. Then there was another incident with the bathroom. So as you may remember I was not able to go to the bathroom at the beginning because of the girl. You may also remember that this woman whose name is ... to be honest I cannot remember. I know her from a different name now. I will just refer to her as Diandra. Well she knew about this.

So as I sat there, I started to realize that I could not hold off without using the bathroom for much longer. I realized this at hour 4. A full two hours after we started talking. The only reason I did not leave earlier was that I had to gather up the courage to ask permission to leave. The conversation is below.

"May I please go to the restroom, ma’am?

"How much do you need to go."

"Badly."

"Number one or number two."

"Uhh does that matter."

"It does matter. Number one you should be able to hold in for a while, without any effect to me. Number two will cause you to get gassy and make a smell for me."

"But I have held it in for a long time."

"How long?"

"Two hours."

"We only started talking two hours ago."

"But I went to the bathroom two hours ago."

"So then you should be good."

"Wait but I could not go then."

"Why?"

"Because uhh. uhh."

"Ok well then you should be good then."

"Wait but you have to go."

"Look it takes four hours for a person to truly need to go to the bathroom. Any longer than that is a convenience. I will let you out in four hours."

"But I..."

"Do you have a bladder problem."

"NO!"

"Then you should be good. Wait two hours."

Later I will regret my decision to do as she said, but at that point it was far too difficult to disobey her. I trusted her judgement much more than I did my own.

Over the next half hour she started asking me about more and more personal things. I had no ability to not answer for I was barely holding back the urine. She in no way acknowledged that my pain was a result of my having to go to the bathroom. She started fussing over medical problems which was when I revealed much of my medical history.

Finally, at after a little over than a half hour I started to get desperate.

"Please, I really have to go. I am sorry if I can’t wait the four hours."

"Hmm, I guess you can leave, but first I must tell you where it is."

Now she knew exactly how desperate I was to go to the bathroom. So she took advantage of this. She put her right hand over my crotch and rested it there. As well, she put her fingers in my side. Now, to be honest I did not even fully realize what her left hand was doing. I thought it was resting there like her right. Later, I realized that she was delicately tickling me. What followed next was not good.

"Jack, do you have no self control. You are getting your pee on me," she exclaimed. Yes, Jack is my name. She was referencing her hand which she had put on my crotch and was not moving even as I continued to pee.

Honestly, I had needed to go so badly that I did not even comprehend her words. I sat completely still in bliss after relieving myself for five seconds. Then I stood still in fear for five more.

"What do I do? What do I do?" I whispered to her in shame.

"You need to get cleaned up. I have a nephew who is three and I know that if the urine stays you could get a nasty rash. As well, I need to get cleaned up. But I need clothes for that. What to do?" she said taking control of the situation. Her last comment was directed at herself by the way.

"I know! I have some clothing that could fit you in my backpack."

"Wait," I said attempting to inform her that I can just get clothe from my suitcase.

She came back with her backpack. She helped me up without saying a word and we walked to the bathroom up front. We crossed path with an attendant whom Deandra mouthed some words to. The attendant nodded in response as if she knew Deandra.

We entered the bathroom which was meant only for the first class. She sat me on the toilet promptly.

"So what no..." I started to say before Deandra.

"First I need to clean off your pee from my hand. Then I will clean YOU up without a complaint," she asserted while turning on the faucet.

After finished with herself she turned on me and started the cleanup. First, she took off my pants and underwear. She insisted doing it on herself so I did not rub off the urine on the clean bathroom. After this she placed them in the garbage.

"What are you doing?" I said in as quiet a voice as I could manage. I knew that she held all the power in that room

"If we put this back in the bag it will only mess up your suitcase. I don’t think you would be ok with that."

"No."

"Now the problem is that you do not have any cloth to change into. Hmmm, I have some pants that you could probably wear."

When I heard her say that I considered informing her that I had a change of cloth in my backpack. But when I seemed like I might open my mouth she put her finger to her mouth to silence me like a baby. And then she walked out.

Now I must tell you the reliance of my story is not the best as I am telling it from memory, but I swear I waited in that bathroom for a half hour or maybe even a full hour. I considered walking out and getting to my change of cloth, but without pants I would get arrested for nudity. I checked the garbage chute and I realized that it led to a compartment within the plane that was not accessible.

At first I used my time to speak to express anger at Diandra for making me wait. But I soon started to get angry at myself. I tried to assure myself that it was her fault for not allowing me to go to pee, but then I realized she was right. I raised the issue as lightly as I could twice. If I had been more assertive I could have gone to the bathroom. And I would not be waiting here if it were not for me not telling her about my change of cloth. I decided that I needed to be more assertive with her.

"Yes, I will tell her what I..." I exclaimed to myself. I was cut off because Diandra was walking into the bathroom with a smile on her face and two articles of clothing in her hands.

"Uhhh, What are those?" I said completely forgetting about my realization before.

"These are a pair of cargo pants and some protective underwear."

"DIAPERS!"

"Yes, that was my only option."

"I could wear no underwear!"

"That is disgusting is that what you do."

And with that all of my resistance started to melt away. She looked at me in such a way that made me feel helpless and in need of someone smarter. Then I remembered there was another option.

"I have a change of cloth in my backpack. You can get those."

"... what."

"I have a pair of..."

"So I just got out my suitcase from the overhead compartment, searched through it for the pants and diaper that I only brought as a gag present by the way, so you should feel lucky, and then bring them to you for you to tell me it was unnecessary!"

Suddenly I felt fear. Now I weigh a decent amount and could probably have beaten this woman in a fight, but at the same time it was impossible.

"Look I am really sorry..."

"Sorry," she said taking a step forward and grabbing at my bottom condescendingly, "That is adorable. Is that what your parents taught you when they were only partially raising you. Sorry does not fix this. Punishment does."

"Look I..."

"SIT DOWN!"

And I did.

"Lay on the ground with your little bottom facing up."

My body stretched over the entirety of that bathroom. Diandra sat down beside me and put her mouth to my ear.

"If you make any noise I will tell the flight attendant that you are having a panic attack and had told me about seeing dead people."

And I did not make any noise as she gave me a spanking. It was an interesting experience getting a spanking from an adult woman. First off, it was painful whether you believe it or not. Diandra had taken her iPhone out and put on some light music as white noise for the sound. Otherwise people would hear my constant grunts of pain.

She stopped spanking me after five minutes which were one of the worst of my life. I wanted to jump up and get out but I could not will myself to. She had only stopped after both cheeks were completely red.

I was silent and only spoke to her when spoken to. I let her diaper me and put on my pants and we returned to our seats. Remember those private questions that I talked about in the beginning. Well those were all asked during this time. While grilling me about my address and social security number, she was also being very involved in her phone.

Finally we landed and I patiently waited for EVERYONE to get off before standing up. I then picked up my backpack and walked with Diandra to the terminal. At a certain point, while we were walking, Diandra snuck off. She was gone for only a short time. The first thing I did was walk to the bathroom to take off my diaper.

"Are you going to the bathroom?" said a person with the shirt saying he worked for Charles De Gaulle Airport.

"Yes," I responded.

"I can take your backpack while that is happening so it does not interfere with you."

"Are you sure it’s not that bad."

"It’s my job to do anything for passengers and by boss would be mad if I did not take away that bag from you."

So I gave it to him and he said he would wait with at some cafe. On the way to the bathroom I took out my phone and looked at the address of the hotel. Then I saw that I was not booked there. Then I saw by bank account was empty.

Worst off all my passport was under investigations and I probably would not be able to go through customs to get out of the airport nor get on a flight back to USA.

It was in this turmoil that I found Diandra walking to me.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

"My identity has been stolen."

"REALLY!" she almost yelled with perfect acting. That is not sarcasm. I had no clue that she could be involved. She then asked if I ever shared any personal information with anyone.

"Just youuuu..." That last word was elongated because Diandra grabbed my butt cheek and caused great pain.

"Poor baby I think I can help you. Have you ever shared any information with anyone who might want to harm you?"

i thought for a few moments and then told her about how I had believed the nicaraguan scandal when I was 11.

"But that cannot affect me now."

Her hand was over her mouth. "Yes it can. They probably got your social security number and saved it until now. If your passport was revoked you will have to hide out at my place. We must hurry though. I do not know if they could start looking for you."

"Well at least I need to get my suitcase and backpack..."

"No time!"

I must interject again. My passport was never under any suspicion and that was simply an email that Diandra sent to me to trick me.

We got to security and Diandra did all the talking while she sent me yards away to look like an idiot. We got into a car and she drove me to her apartment.

When we got inside I suddenly realized my need to go to the bathroom, but this time I also needed to go number two. I turned to Diandra to ask her, but before I could she grabbed my hand and told me, "€œI bet you’re really tired after this long day."€

I nodded in agreement and again tried to ask her where her bathroom is but before I could she told me, "€œA boy your age should really rest. Here come with me."€

She grabbed my arm and pulled me to a bedroom. I noticed about the bedroom was that it could be locked from the outside but just inferred that it was European. Finally, I built up my nerves enough to say, "€œLook i"€™m not tired enough to sleep."€

"€œWell then take this melatonin. You need to get sleep."€

She proceeded to take 3 pills out of her pocket and stuff it in my mouth. I swallowed all of them doubting their ability to affect me. I inferred I could just ignore the drug and walk off after she left. She forced me into my bed and then tucked me in. She left shortly after that. Immediately I attempted to stand up, but I was far too comfortable to move. I waited a few minutes thinking I could build up energy but instead I got more tired. As I closed my eyes I couldn’t even tell if I still had to go.

I woke up very groggy. It took me a while to realize where I was and why but I managed. The harsh realization came when I realized that I had relieved myself during the night very badly. There were pee stains on my covers and the air smelled extremely foul because of the poop on my backside.

I could not allow Deandra to realize what I did so I acted fast. First I attempted to strip the bed, but I was still recovering from my long sleep. So instead I just shifted my covers around.

Next I tried to strip myself. I took off my pants and realized I was still wearing the diaper from the plane. I suddenly realized the mess would have been worse if I had not had the diaper and that it was better that I had. It was a terrifying thought.

In disgust at myself for messing my diaper, I took it off immediately without thinking. Suddenly poop went everywhere and there was a humongous mess. That’s when Deandra came in.

I swear she was waiting for the most ideal time possible, though I was making it easier for her.

"€œWhat are you doing? You missed up my room you dirty boy! Did your mom never teach you how to not make a mess? For shame!"€

I started to tear up. "€œI can help clean"€¦"€

"€œI don’t want your help. Sit down and wait for me to clean the room up. Then I will clean you up."€

I sat down and did nothing while Deandra cleaned up my crap on the floor. I felt less like a male companion and more like her dog who made a mess. I started fidgeting on the floor and rubbing my legs and butt cheak together subconsciously out of nervousness.

After cleaning she walked to me and ordered me to lay on the ground. She then cleaned my butt thoroughly using baby wipes. She then put a powder on me by backside which I learned later was baby powder.

She then ordered me to turn over suddenly the awkwardness levels went very high. Not because she was seeing my privates but because I saw them.

Now as a guy I spend a decent amount of time staring at my penus. Mostly out of self consciousness and sometimes times out of necessity, like during showering or masturbation. As I looked at my penus now I saw a tiny nub. It seemed to be about "…” maybe ½ the size. I was horrified.

In order to defend this small disgrace, I blurted out, "€œIt used to be bigger."€

"€œDon"€™t worry sweetie I am ok with a boy having a small wee wee. I do not expect anything out of it. As well, it is quite cute."€

She then poked at it condescendingly and I looked down in embarrassment.

After finishing cleaning me she put a diaper on me. She told me "€œjust in case"€ and I did not resist.

At this point I may need diapers.

"€œYou also need new clothe. Come with me, may have some for you."€

She then pulled me onto my feet and we started walking into the hallway. I made another horrifying realization. I seemed to be at least a half foot shorter.

"€œI shrunk!"€ I shrieked in a high pitch voice out of surprise.

"€œWhat are you talking about sweetie?"€

I quieted down out of confusion. Something was going on that I could not understand at that point.

I walked into the kitchen where it seemed Deandra had made lunch. I sat down instantly in a chair out of exhaustion. I inferred it was simply lasting effects from the melatonin, but perhaps there was more to it. I looked onto the table and had a different perspective than what I was used to. I was forced to stand up in my chair to get a good angle of the food.

Deandra had an interesting variety of food to try. He had bite sized hot dogs, peas and corn on a plate. I looked at it and was embarrassed to find that it was one of those tray plates that you would give to young children.

"€œWhy am I getting this type of plate? It is a bit childish."€

"€œI thought that you would like to be able to separate your food and was worried you were as messy at eating as you were at keeping your pants clean,"€ she replied. I quieted as I realized she had little reason to put faith in me.

I started eating the food. At first I thought I would not like it because of how flavorless it would be, but after eating a little I realized the hot dogs were quite good. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Deandra and realized that she was eating completely different food. Instead of hot dogs she was eating crepes with ham and cheese. I should have felt jealous, but the thought of eating something so foreign grossed me out, even though I had been looking forward to eating crepes on the plane here.

"€œJack, do you not like eating your vegetables. That is the healthy part of your food. Did your mommy never teach you about nutrition."€

"€œNo..no"€¦ I was saving it for last,"€ I responded defensively.

"€œReally, well, it is all that is left,"€ She quipped while smiling.

I smiled back and looked down at my plate. Suddenly the peas which had not looked that bad before looked disgusting. I had tasted peas many times in my life, but now all those times felt as if they did not happen. However, as disgusted as I was, there was no way I could disobey Deandra, so I decided to get it over with.

I grabbed at the peas and stuck them with my mouth. I closed my mouth out of disgust and when I opened them I saw Deandra looking at me disappointed.

"€œJack use your spoon. Your hands are riddled with germs."€

"€œNo, they are not,"€ I said out of impulse. This was a mistake though, as now Deandra saw blood.

She walked over and crossed her arms. "€œWhere are your hands right now?"€

I looked down and realized that my hands navigated their way to my pants. I could not believe it. I thought I broke that habit when I was 5.

"€œBecause you have decided to put so many germs in your body, I want you to eat another SPOONul of peas."€

"€œBut"€¦"€

"€œNo buts! Stick your spoon in there."€

I quickly stuck my spoon onto the plate, however, I accidentally dropped the peas.

"€œDo you think you can out of this that way?!"€

She grabbed at me and forced me off the chair. She sat down and forced me onto her lap. She then proceeded to pull down my pants and diaper and spank me like she had done before. However, this time I applied no resistance and broke immediately. Instead of trying to order her to stop or trying to escape I just sat still and begged for mercy.

This time the spanking was very short and she allowed me off her lap. I was crying at uncontrollably and it was not pretty. I lost control of my mucus and my nose was running.

"€œOkay, from now on I want you to do whatever I tell you to okay Jacky. But because I want my little boy to be happy, I will allow him to eat his corn instead of peas. We will save his peas until he is a little older."€

He points to a piece of corn on the cob and then walks to the kitchen to clean up the lunch. After that interaction it felt as if now peas were beyond my reach. Corn on the cob represented my demotion to a child. However, I also knew better than to disobey Deandra again, so I grabbed for the corn on the cob.

As i bit down on the corn, I felt something weird in my mouth. It was entirely painless, but it still felt pretty weird. I would compare it to hair being cut from your head.

I looked down and realized that a tooth had fell from my mouth. I promptly stuck my finger in mouth in order to find the whole where the tooth was. But instead of finding a bloody gum, I found a completely clean segment of gum. It was as if the tooth had never been in my mouth.

Suddenly Deandra appeared out of nowhere and said, "€œSweetie did you lose a tooth. Poor baby. Here give it to me and I will put it under your bed so the tooth fairy can come."€

"€œSank you ma"€™am. I wash freaking out,"€ I said with a great lisp. Apparently the tooth that I lost was in the front of my mouth. Not the kind that makes it hard to understand mind you. My mouth"€™s way of reacting to this inability to make a sound was to enunciate every word less and to mumble the entire sentence."€

"€œAhhhh, you are the cutest thing. Here let me get you something for you now,"€ she said in amusement. She then picked me up and dropped me on the floor and held my hand as we walked into the kitchen.

She handed me a ice cream bar and a half stick of hersey’s chocolate. I looked at these sweets with a newfound appreciation for their sugary content. As I grabbed them Deandra said to me:

"€œAnd if any more teeth fell off come to me and I will deal with the tooth and get you a treat."€

Deandra grabbed my hand again and brought me to her living room. On the way there , I saw my reflection in a mirror and realizes I was about 9. My face was of a child and my arms were small. This would change over the course of the afternoon.

That period from lunch to dinner was a blur. First, Deandra brought me to the living room and put the TV to cartoons. What came on was a new transformers reboot cartoon. Now I should note that i HATE transformers because of their terrible movies, but after watching a few seconds of it I was hooked into their cool action.

Now, to be honest my ability to understand the show at a high level was very low. I could not appreciate that this was Hollywood advertisement for the franchise. All I knew was "€¦ it looked cool.

Over the course of the afternoon I started to regress. At first I sat with good posture and quietly watching the tv. Then, I took the ice cream sandwich out of its plastic wrapper. I then proceeded to make a humongous mess out of it and getting cream all over my hands and face. However, I craved more sugar and wanted to eat the chocolate bar. In order to do this I had to rub my hands all over my legs and pants.

I should note that while I was doing this Deandra was being very active. She was fiddling with the thermometer and grabbing clothe and other things and placing it on the sofa.

So I bit into the chocolate and again made a mess. Though this time I got a few teeth to fall out of my mouth. I walked to Deandra and asked for a snack.

"€œHmm, enough of that. Here take some apple juice and pudding."€

I accepted the pudding and walked back to the living room and sat down. I started to feel extremely hot and my good posture started to get worse. I started fidgeting and also started to be less quiet. For example, if something cool happened I would screech, "€œOptimush Pwime."€

This inevitably led to me spilling my apple juice while fidgeting. Deandra responded by giving adding a nipple to my cup.

After finishing my pudding I felt a need to go potty. I started to move but this caused pressure on my bladder.

Deandra walked up behind me and I suddenly got embarrassed. I realized at this rate she thought I was a baby. The best course of action would be to hide what I did somehow and try to reverse her opinion of me somehow. So I quickly moved my legs to hide the damp spot.

It is laughable that I thought I could somehow convince Deandra to think differently at that point. It was a combination of denial and my mind getting weaker, I would think.

Deandra soon walked away after observing me for a while. I walked up to her, and, while facing away from her in order to hide my damp spot, told her I had to go to the bathroom. She looked extremely surprised and after a brief pause said ok.

I started to wander the hallway. My goal was to find a place to hide my wet diaper and pants, to find some underwear and pants to wear and then forget about this whole diaper business. There were many problems to this plan, but the one that I had to deal with first is that I had no idea how to get around the apartment. I realized that her apartment was deceptively large and complicated. Furthermore, I was shorter so it took longer to travel.

I wandered around for five minutes and then started to panic. I realized that my departure would be noticed by Deandra. I thought that it would save time to take off my clothe now in the hallway so I could quickly put them on when I found the room.

I thought I could slip off my clothing but I quickly found that diapers were not made like regular clothing. Instead of falling of like I expected it to, the diaper sort of folded onto itself. Finally I pushed with considerable effort and it fell off.

Now I suddenly realized that I needed to carry the diaper with me. I was surprised with this part of the plan that I had completely overlooked.

I now started to walk while carrying my diaper. Suddenly I heard some more walking. It was Deandra!

I rushed into the nearest room, nearly tripping. It was a bedroom. The first thing I thought to do was hide my diaper. I quickly stuffed it under the bed.

"€œWhat are you doing in here my little man?"€

I stood up stiffly and was silent. I did not expect her to get here so quickly. She seemed to have gotten her twice as quickly as I did. Perhaps that was her height advantage.

"€œWhy are you not wearing your diaper?"€

"€œUhh,"€ I said. At this point I knew there was no way to reflect. Deandra would soon know everything.

"€œDid you have an accident?"€

"€œYes,"€ I said in my quietest voice possible.

"€œI see. Where is the diaper?"€ she said in a calm voice. She moved closer and put her hand on me.

Instead of telling her this I closed my eyes and pointed underneath the bed. I knew now my freedom was about to be decreased significantly.

I slowly opened my impossibly heavy eyes to a bright colorful room. There were pictures of colorful cartoon characters and other things which created an atmosphere of childishness. As well, I was surrounded by a wall of wooden bars. I knew what this meant: I was in a crib.

Tears flowed through my face. How did I get here? I was about to enjoy a vacation in France, but now I have turned into a baby. If I had just resisted that woman"€¦. Maybe this could have been avoided. But no I cannot say no to a woman, because I am not a man.

As I had these thoughts I suddenly felt my crotch area get warm, almost as if to put emphasis on my emasculation. I could not handle this final straw. I started bawling loudly in gibberish.

Suddenly, Diandra entered my room. Instead of the usual approachable elegant outfit she wore that always intimidated me, she now wore a simple summer dress. She wore an uncharacteristic smile as she entered and"€¦ this may be weird but her breasts seemed to have grown considerably.

"€œHello, my sweet little baby. You have finally turned from an ugly man into a cute little baby boy,"€ she exclaimed as she started tickling me. I stopped crying in confusion. Was this what she wanted from the start?

"€œCan you say mama, little guy?"€

"€œOoff possssfsfs,"€ I said in great struggle. I wanted to say "€œhow do I become a man again"€ but the words seemed to have been impossible to articulate.

"€œAww my baby cannot speak anymore. Oh well, that does not matter. Men were never good at conversation anyways."€

She felt the front of my diaper.

"€œIt is wet. Oh well. Before I get you into a clean diaper do you want me to feed you some breakfast?"€

She did not wait for me to answer. Instead she stripped the part of the dress that covered her breasts. I looked at her bare breasts in amazement and hunger. I did not move a muscle.

Deandra picked me up and brought me to her breast. She guided my mouth to her large nipple.

As I started sucking her milk, I let everything go. I forgot about my anger at being deprived of being a man. I let go of all my stresses. I stopped caring about finance or education. I even let go of my bowels and let some poop fill my diaper. It gave me no bother.

Deandra stroke my head. "€œYou will be my little baby for a long time child"€ she whispered to me.

Finis Coronat Infans

 

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