Steve waddled up to Janet, looking for all the world like the oversized toddler he was fast becoming in mind as well as body. She hoped he was going to be able to make sense as she gave him the phone.

Sally and Janet have their way with poor little diapered, waddling Steve. It's the end of his misadventures for now. you what,” she said conspiratorially, “if you go out and wait for me, I’ll bring you out a surprise…”Chloe went ahead with the marriage because in our culture when a sissy man marries, his mother pays a large dowry to the new wife. My mother really liked Chloe and gave her, in addition to the multi-million-pound dowry, some property and some farmland too. I wasn't told the details as that would be wrong, I don't need to know. My mother said she understood if Chloe wanted to date a real man and put me on a regression program and make me a pretty AB. I need to get the paddle?” Desiree asked, “I'm sure Brittany here would love to see you take a another trip over my lap.”

I was soon comforted. I am not sure why I cried, but I was scared the big, scary man would take over our lovely girlie world. I didn't want that at all. Men are very scary, and I must say I do not like them at all, or little boys at nursery for that matter. I much prefer other AB's or real girls, with perfumed hair and pretty smiles, who plait my long blonde hair and play skipping games with me. The two of them rose from the kitchen table to go into the other room where the PC was while I was left to eat my cereal wearing my soaking wet diapers. Not long after I’d been there a few days, I had seen a long, rectangular wooden paddle hanging on the wall in the kitchen but I hadn’t given it too much thought. I knew it wasn’t a cheese serving tray because of the large holes cut in its surface. But Aunt Emily was far too nice to use something like that and anyway, I’d done everything she asked with only a little grumbling. It was pretty hard to imagine her using such a fearsome instrument for disciplining anyone, although if push came to shove, I was pretty sure who would win in a physical match and it wasn’t me. She continued to insist on bathing me like a baby, dismissing my protests by claiming that she just wanted to make sure I got “thoroughly” clean. She also instituted other changes to my living that seemed more appropriate for a child, rather than a budding man, which was how I pictured myself.Buffalobetties.com & buffalobetties.net are not on the same server & are not the same domain. They operate independently. Finally, at long last, the terrible spanking was over. I lay over her lap, too weak to stand, sobbing my eyes out as she rested the paddle against my blazing bottom. I glanced into her pretty eyes only briefly before nodding my head vigorously and then looking away again. He was shaking now, as well as crying. Janet watched as he gradually gave in - physically to the increased drugs, and mentally to his obvious condition. Perhaps the strongest ones really are the weakest, as Sally had often told her. my god,” her friend blurted out as she broke into a big smile, clearly amused at her unexpected discovery.

I was confused but I was also lingering in the pleasant afterglow of my mind-numbing orgasm. Presumably, my aunt had gone off to get a tissue to help me clean up the mess. I relaxed and reflected on what bliss my busty aunt had given me.I stood there at the top of the stairs still as a statue; I felt a mixture of surprise and excitement and had butterflies in my tummy. This news to be honest was brilliant to hear as I wore diapers to. Was there a law against driving a car under the influence of depression? Sure, it wasn’t as obviously dangerous as, say, drugs or alcohol but there was something to be said for the way that a sad state of mind had trouble reacting to the world around it. Still, perhaps, that was the point. If things were to end right now, on the highway at night, it’d be a lot easier than having to face life tomorrow. One day, a week later, I couldn’t find one of my shoes and I searched everywhere in vain, unable to locate it. I had no idea how I could have lost it but after looking all over the house, I finally gave up and went to tell Aunt Emily. I found her, sitting in her bedroom on the bed and going over some bills. She was wearing a short skirt and a wrap around top that revealed every delicious curve of her huge, round breasts. I gulped and swallowed hard as my peanut began its inevitable rise to futility. what I have for you,” she said in a playful, sing-song voice as she brought her hand out from behind her. a surprise,” she declared, “ You've managed to stay dry. Looks like I won't be needing to take you over my lap after all.”