![]() And the slightest resistance or defiance on Johnny’s part, resulted in his diapers being taken down as Denise yanked him over her lap to have his bottom soundly paddled.īut while Johnny quickly learned who wore the pants in the house and who made the rules, he nevertheless found her presence to be one of agonizing frustration. Ever since that day, Denise treated him like the big baby he had been acting like setting his nap times, determining when he would get his diapers changed, what TV he was allowed to watch, and what food he would eat. The first day she had come over, Johnny was so intimidated by her that he promptly flooded his diapers like a helpless toddler-an act that only solidified his new babysitter’s opinion that he was nothing but a simpering sissy who clearly couldn’t do without his babyish diapers. ![]() For unlike his mother-in-law, Helen, Denise was drop dead gorgeous and had the body of an angel. This situation was made vastly more difficult after Denise began babysitting him. No matter how much or how long he rubbed the soft, pillowy front of his diapers, he could never achieve any kind of release and the effort only made him more frustrated and horny than before. This left him in a constant state of edgy horniness, with no means whatsoever to satisfy himself. Perhaps equally frustrating, was the fact that he hadn’t had a single erection-never mind an orgasm, in the three months since his strict mother-in-law had locked his tiny penis into a secure steel chastity device. It was when this happened (and it happened every day now) that Johnny realized that despite his best efforts, he could no longer do without his babyish diapers. That had been the inevitable result of being forced to wear diapers and plastic panties 24/7, and nowadays, the only indication he got that he had to pee was when he would suddenly feel the soft, fluffy cloth between his legs growing wet and warm, spreading quickly to his seat where the thick cotton layers soon absorbed the flood of his pee. It didn’t help matters that over the last three months, he’d managed to totally lose control over his wetting. ![]() Holding in one hand, a half-filled baby bottle of warm milk, the poor sissy was working himself up into an infantile tantrum of epic proportions he was tired of being pushed around, told what to do, and having every aspect of his life controlled by his wife and his babysitter, Denise. Fortunately, his shiny nursery print plastic panties were doing a fabulous job of retaining his incontinence as well as completing his look of a petulant toddler. He was standing before his new babysitter, Denise and her beautiful friend, Heather, but his heavy, pee-soaked diapers were starting to sag from a long afternoon of multiple wettings. “I’m not a sissy! I’m not a sissy!” Johnny wailed bitterly as he stamped his feet and shook his fists in frustration. ![]()
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