Cuckolded & Diapered! – John’s Journey From Husband to Sissy Babygirl

Everyone was looking at him. 

His son, his son’s wife, his mother, his colleagues, his neighbors, his friends. Even his own daughter. They all witness his new status. Diapered and dressed in the most ridiculous pink baby romper. All eyes were on him and his wife, who stood behind him like a proud new mother. Besides her, the source of John’s nightmares and the reason he was being paraded in such a state: Jacob. Or as he knew him now, Daddy. 

Chapter Index

Chapter One – John’s Mistake

It was another picture-perfect summer afternoon in a quaint suburban neighborhood. The lush green lawns stretched endlessly under a cloudless azure sky, punctuated only by the occasional tree. Neighbors gathered in small groups and engaged in amiable conversations as the mellifluous scents of grilled food permeated the air. John Thompson found himself that day, displaying his success and wealth in the face of his neighbors. Few of them were aware of who John was before he invited them to an evening BBQ. They were going to find out. At least, that was John’s hope. 

With an uncontrollable mixture of pride and anxiety, he had spent days meticulously preparing for the occasion. Friends and neighbors were all present, enjoying the warmth of sunshine and the good company. But there was something wrong with how things were playing out. None of them seemed to care. John was such a successful engineer with a big house and a sexy wife. No. Attention was turning to his neighbor’s young son, Jacob. 

He stood out among the crowd; his rugged athleticism was accompanied by an air of confidence, his gaze piercing yet magnetic. Everything John wished he had been when he was in college. A football star. A popular young man. Not even all his money could change that now. Compared to the young man, John was simply uncharismatic and a bit chubby. Had he not had enough money to buy her everything she wanted, he doubted Sarah would’ve married him. 

And if he needed a reminder of it, he could just as well see how she flirted with the athletic young man.

Their looks exchanged sparks John had never gotten from his wife, and it enraged him. Feeling jealous, John did everything he could to keep Jacob and Sarah apart for the rest of the evening. But it was to no avail. Sarah would jump in to entertain the young and handsome athlete whenever John wasn’t looking. They didn’t even care if people were around, judging their not-so-subtle flirt. 

Maybe Jacob wasn’t flirting. Maybe he was just being nice to a more mature lady. John needed to know, so he rushed to meet the young, handsome man. 

“Hi there, I’m John,” he said, extending his hand, “You must be Robert’s son. Jacob, right?

Jacob shook his hand with a firm grip. So firm it almost made John cry in pain. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Thompson.”

“You play ball, right?”

“That’s right. Do you like football?”

John hesitated. He honestly wasn’t into sports, and he thought of those who were as lesser. If Jacob was just another jock, there was nothing to be worried about. Success was a matter of intellectuals like him. He smiled, “No. Not really.”

“Figures.”

“Excuse me?”

“Figures,” said Jacob with a very clear and husky voice, “Sorry. I was having a very pleasant conversation with a beautiful woman, but she had to run some errands. I think she’s back,” he said, pointing with his eyes at John’s wife.

“That’s my wife.”

“I’m aware.”

“She’s beautiful. Isn’t it? I’m a lucky man.”

“If you say so.”

“What were you talking with her?” Asked John, losing his patience with the handsome young man. 

Jacob smiled, “Nothing you should worry about. Now, if you excuse me.”

Without hesitation, Jacob left John standing alone as he made his way back to Sarah. 

John couldn’t enjoy the rest of the evening. Not even the compliments of his neighbors and peers could wash out the sour taste of Jacob emasculating him. His sour temperament turned the remaining of the evening into hell for him and the rest, so it wasn’t a surprise when the party was over sooner rather than later. 

“Why are you still here?” asked John when he entered his beautiful home. There, sitting on his couch, was Jacob. Next to him was John’s wife. They had a gland of wine in their hands and were chatting as if they had known each other forever. 

“John! Don’t be rude,” said Sarah, a little bit tipsy, “Jacob wants to help with the trash. Robert wasn’t feeling well, so he asked Jacob to help us.”

“That’s right. My father didn’t want to leave you alone with the cleaning,” said Jacob, smiling charmingly, “He’s a good man.”

“You are so thoughtful and eloquent,” said Sarah. 

“Oh,” said John, not knowing how to proceed,” I guess that’s okay.” 

Thirty minutes later, John noticed Jacob wasn’t cleaning around much. Neither was his wife, for that matter. They were sitting inside, chuckling together as Jacob shared his latest football victory. John wouldn’t have said anything, but when Jacob placed his hand on Sarah’s leg, he knew he had to act.

He couldn’t let this happen, not in front of him. 

“Hey, Jacob,” he called out, sounding more confident than he felt. “Can you give me a hand with something?”

Jacob raised an eyebrow. 

“I need to move the grill. It might rain tonight.”

“Rain tonight?” Asked Sarah, “It hasn’t rain in a month.” 

“Sure thing, John,” said Jacob, standing up, “It’s good to be cautious. Lead the way.”

As they walked towards the shed, John couldn’t help but feel that Jacob’s demeanor had changed. He felt angry. And his anger felt like a monster compared to John’s petty jealousy. 

“Are you flirting with my wife?”

“Yes.”

John wasn’t expecting such a blunt answer. He expected Jacob to apologize and blame the alcohol or something. He didn’t know how to react. But his anger turned into rage, and without any control over his body, he tried to punch Jacob in the face. 

But the young boy blocked it easily. John, on the other hand, didn’t block Jacob’s punch. It hit him right in the face and made everything around John blurry. 

“Don’t stand up again until I tell you so, or you’ll be sorry,” said Jacob.

But John didn’t listen. 

His rage was enough to get him back on his feet. Even when his brain kept telling him not to. 

“I tried to warn you.”

Jacob punched John right in the stomach, so hard, close to his bladder, that the impact had an immediate consequence. A massive amount of urine found its way through John’s underwear and pants, running down like a constant flow until John was sobbing in a puddle of his own making. He was in too much pain to notice it at first, but the warm feeling around his legs and crotch soon caught his attention. And if that wasn’t enough, Jacob’s laugh brought him back to reality. 

“You fucking loser, you peed yourself.”

“You can’t talk to me like that. I’m an adult. This is my house,” John said in between sobs. 

“Do you feel like you are in any position to complain?” Jacob laughed, reveling in John’s humiliation. 

John’s face reddened, his cheeks burning with shame. His heart raced, and his breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Tears welled in his eyes, no matter how much he tried to fight them back. What would he say to his wife? 

“Enough!” he snapped, attempting to regain some dignity,” Get out of here. Get out of my house!” 

“You look like a little kid throwing a tantrum.”

“Get out! Get out! Get out!” 

Jacob stood right in front of John, towering over him, “Make me.”

John didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t even think about another beat-up. So he looked away, defeated. Humiliated. Wondering what Sarah would say if she saw him like this. 

“I thought so. Now, let’s go. Sarah needs to see this.” 

John froze right there. He couldn’t let his wife see him like that. It was bad enough she had been flirting with Jacob all day, but this humiliation. He just couldn’t. 

“Please, no,” he said, now crying in desperation, “Please. I’ll do anything you want.”

“You will. But I’m still showing Sarah what you did. What do you think she’ll do?” 

“Please, no!”

But Jacob didn’t care. 

He grabbed John and, to his surprise, carried him like a father would carry a toddler as if John was weightless. Not caring about John’s soaked pants. Or the fact he kept crying against his chest. 

“Your life’s about to change,” said the younger man. 

Chapter Two – Sarah’s Decision

The walk back to the house seemed to have taken forever before Jacob carried John through the backdoor and into the kitchen. It was deserted, probably because Sarah was still drinking her wine inside. 

“You guys back?” 

They heard her voice coming from the great room. 

Jacob smiled devilishly at John, “Ready for it?”

He shook his head. If there was a time to beg, it was now. Although there was no having his dignity, he could still prevent further humiliation. So he did. Still sobbing and feeling uncomfortable because of his wet trousers, John pleaded like a pathetic little man. 

“There’s nothing you can say that can help you,” said Jacob, with his husky voice as he opened the door to the great room, carrying John in his massive arms, “Now stay silent. Don’t talk until I say so, or you will regret it. Understood?”

John nodded. 

Time was up. 

Sarah looked in shock as the young, handsome man she had been flirting with was carrying what seemed to be her husband. And her husband was crying like a little boy who had had an accident. Speaking of accidents, it was more than clear the type her husband had had. His khaki pants were soaked.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” She demanded.

She might be a bit tipsy, but she wasn’t drunk. Not yet. This scene playing in front of her eyes was too bizarre for alcohol to create. 

“Well, little John here had an accident. And he started crying when that happened.” 

“Little John?” Asked Sarah, scanning her husband, “You have no idea.”

John could do nothing but hide himself from his wife’s gaze, snuggling his sobbing face against Jacob’s chest, hoping it was all a nightmare. He wasn’t allowed to talk, and even if he was, there was nothing he could say. He did pee himself. He was indeed crying. He was pathetic. 

“I can understand now why you started flirting with me,” said Jacob, his voice calm and husky, “He’s not much of a man. Is he?”

“You haven’t even seen what’s in between his legs. That little thing is only good to pee, apparently.”

They chuckled. 

John blushed. 

Slowly and gently, Jacob unwrapped the older man from his massive arms, placing him on the ground. Sitting there with his wet pants in between Jacob and his wife, John couldn’t help but feel small. His heart hammered in his chest, fearing what might come next. He didn’t dare look at Sarah. For a moment, no one said a word, but the awkward silence was finally broken by Sarah, “So, hubby,” she said, “Did you have an accident?”

John couldn’t bear to look at her, and even if he wanted to defend himself, he was not allowed to answer.

“You can talk, little boy,” said Jacob, and the words he chose brought shame to an already-defeated John.  

“It wasn’t an accident,” John muttered. 

“So you peed yourself on purpose?” 

“No! It wasn’t my fault,” John stopped, turning to see his tormentor. Standing there, below the light, Jacob looked even more menacing than before. But John continued, “He did it. It’s his fault!” 

“So a nineteen-year-old forced you to pee yourself?” Asked Sarah.

“He’s right,” said Jacob, and John’s face lit up.

“Really?”

“Well. It’s more than my fault, my responsibility. The little guy here tried to hit me, and I answered back. I should’ve just let it go. Leave it to you to punish him properly. But, as I said, I answered back. All it took was a few punches, and he was peeing himself.” 

John was mortified. How dare Jacob compare him to a kid? He was an adult. A man. It was his house. It was his wife, and he had had enough. 

“Enough!” Exclaimed John, standing up. His wet trousers weighed him down a little. “Stop talking as if I was some dumb toddler! I had enough. Get out of my house!”

“No.”

The calmness in which Jacob answered made John shake. 

“What?” Asked John.

“You heard me. I said no. What are you going to do? Throw another tantrum?”

“I don’t. I’m not. It’s not a tantrum,” said John, fighting back even more tears now, “But this is my house.”

“You think that gives your power. Don’t you? You think your fancy university degree and good career make you important. A man? Successful?” Asked Jacob, towering over John like a legendary beast looking down at a mouse, “When that fails, what will you do? Do you wanna hit me again?” 

John felt a few drops of urine leaving his body again. Hopefully, no one had noticed that. 

“Sarah, dear,” said John with a weak voice, “Call the cops. This boy’s crazy.” 

“I don’t think I will.”

“What? Why? Call the dam cops, Sarah, you bimbo!” 

John didn’t see it coming, but Jacob slapped him so hard it knocked him to the floor, and even more urine left his body, now creating a second puddle where he sat. He was crying now. Not just because of the pain but because of the frustration and humiliation. 

“Don’t you dare insult your wife in front of me,” said Jacob, “What a pathetic excuse of a man you are. Weak.”

“Thanks, Jacob,” said Sarah, now standing next to him. Both of them looked down at John, making him feel even smaller. “You’re right. He’s a pathetic excuse of a man. You are half his age, and you are so much more mature and manly.” 

John didn’t know what to do. 

“Please,” he said in between sobs. Defeated, looking down at the puddle of his own urine, he pleaded, “Just leave.”

“I don’t think we will,” said Sarah, “This is my home too. And I want Jacob to stay.”

“But he…He attacked me.”

“As I understand it, you attacked him first and then cried when it didn’t go your way. Right?”

John didn’t answer. For all intents and purposes, she was correct. He did strike first, and he did cry when Jacob answered. But it was because he was hitting on his wife. Any man in his right mind would do the same. He doubted the police would think the same. 

“You want me to call the police?” Asked Sarah.

“I say let’s do it. Might like having my own house at nineteen,” said Jacob, putting his arms around Sarah, “What do you think, John? Should we call the police and tell them what happened?” 

Hesitation. 

He could risk it and call the police, and the nightmare would be over. Or he could call the police, and they would side with Jacob. It was more than obvious Sarah wasn’t helping him. He could lose his job if it’s discovered he tried to hit a nineteen-year-old. And worse, it would be terrible if everyone found out he failed. That he got his ass beaten and peed himself like a wimp. 

“So? What’s your answer?” 

John shook his head, “Don’t call them.”

Jacob smiled first, and Sarah followed.

“What to do with you now?” Asked Jacob, “We cannot leave you in those wet trousers all night. Can we?” 

John blushed, hoping they would just allow him to take a shower and forget about the entire day. But Jacob had other plans. 

“Let’s see,” Jacob kneeled right in front of John until they were face to face, “I won’t call the police. I won’t press charges. But I want you to beg me to become your wife’s lover. Beg now, little boy. That’s an order.” 

“What?” Asked John, lost in the eyes of his tormentor —eyes like the darkest of nights. 

“Now that’s a nice turn of events,” said Sarah, “Go on. Jacob ordered you something. Unless you want to get the cops involved.”

“You’re blackmailing me! The cops will know.”

“Yeah,” said Jacob, “But that would be your words against mine? Don’t you think?” 

John gulped and turned to see Sarah, “Honey?”

“Don’t, Honey, me. You called me a bimbo a few minutes ago. I will tell them the truth. Part of the truth, and then Jacob will get a nice settlement, and I will get the other part of your money in the divorce.” 

He couldn’t believe it.

Here she was, his wife, siding with the man who beat him so hard he peed himself. And now, they wanted him to beg the man to be his wife’s lover. 

“What if I don’t?”

“Then cops it is. By the way,” said Jacob, “They are huge fans of my father. He gives a lot of money to the local law enforcement. They also love football.” 

John’s heart was pounding even harder and faster now. 

“I—I want you to be my wife’s lover,” he muttered, his voice so low he could barely hear himself. 

“Couldn’t hear you,” said Jacob. 

“I want you to be my wife’s lover!” He exclaimed, tears running down his cheeks, “Happy?!”

Jacob laughed, “Now, that’s something you don’t hear every day. But something’s missing.”

“What do you have in mind?” Asked Sarah.

“I know,” he said, kissing her on the cheek, “Say it again, but this time, while sucking your thumb. Said like a little toddler.”

John’s jaw dropped. 

He couldn’t be serious. Could he? No. He wasn’t going to do it. 

“That’s fitting,” said Sarah, her hands exploring Jacob’s massive chest, “He peed himself. He’s crying. He throws tantrums. He is a baby.”

“You heard the lady,” said Jacob, “Do it again. As instructed.” 

John looked down. The urine was drying around his trousers and on his skin. He was getting cold and uncomfortable, and all he wanted was to go cry in his room and forget about everything. 

“No. I don’t. I won’t. I did what you said, please. Leave me alone.” 

“Babies cannot be left alone. That would be irresponsible. Now do as I said, or I’ll spank you so hard, you’ll be begging before the end.” 

“You can’t,” said John, pleading and turning to see his wife, “He can’t. Please, help me.” 

“Oh, I can. And I will,” said Jacob.

Without warning. With no hesitation in his eyes or movement, Jacob lifted John, “Now you’ll find out I don’t threaten. Threatening is for weak men. I do as I say.” 

John peed himself a little bit more as Jacob undressed him, removing his wet trousers in one single movement. Then, he pulled off his underwear, revealing something Jacob wasn’t expecting. The tiniest, most minuscule penis he had ever seen. 

He laughed.

John blushed. 

But the laugh didn’t last. With another fast and strong movement, he placed John right over his lap. His hairless rear in full display. And with swift movements, he spanked the weak man over and over and over until John was reduced to nothing but a sobbing mess, begging. 

“I can keep going,” said Jacob, “I could do it all night. Or you can ask me nicely, and like a toddler, to be your wife’s lover. But now, I’ll add something more to the mix. You will also ask us to treat you like a baby. Not a baby boy. No. That little thing between your legs. That’s no man’s cock. It’s not a boy’s dick, either. That’s a girl’s clit. So you will beg us to turn you into a baby girl. Diapers and pretty dresses included. How does that sound?”

John couldn’t really understand what was going on. He just wanted it to end.

“Oh, and if you don’t ask fast. I might add more conditions.”

John took a deep breath before putting his thumb into his mouth, sucking like a toddler would and said, “Pwease, be mys wive’s dover. And mades me yus baby gwirl. I wants diapys and dwesses.” 

Sarah laughed so hard, she could swear she peed herself a little. But she didn’t care. Seeing her pathetic husband begging to be treated like a baby girl was the best that had happened since she got married. 

“Let’s make our little girl’s wish come true. What do you think?”

“Let’s do it!” 

Not an hour after peeing his pants in front of Jacob, John found himself lying on the guest room’s bed, naked from the waist down. His thumb, still in his mouth, rendered him helpless as he watched the handsome young man clean his tiny penis and crotch. There wasn’t much hair to begin with, so it didn’t take long before John was completely hairless. Jacob then spread the baby powder all over his most private parts and taped the diaper around John’s waist, sealing his fate. 

“That little thing you call a dick. Does it work? I’m surprised your wife didn’t leave you sooner. It’s a miracle you managed to father children,” Jacob said with a smile, finishing the task by patting John’s diapered crotch, “By the way, welcome to your new life.”

“I think he’s going to cry,” said Sarah.

“Wy yus do this?” asked John, pleading with his eyes for some sort of recognition. 

“Why? Why did I allow him to do this?”

John nodded. 

“First of all, I shouldn’t have to allow anything. But I’ll entertain your question. What about because you are a terrible lover? Perhaps it is because you are lazy around the house. Maybe it’s because you think your money and intellect make you better than everyone else. You’re petty. Selfish. And all-in-all, horrible. You know what? I think it’s just because Jacob is ten times the man you’ll ever be. His cock alone is ten times the size of yours!” 

John was now crying desperately. 

“I would stop crying, little one,” said Jacob, “Unless you want the entire neighborhood to find out.” 

“I think he’s crying because he’s sleepy. Aren’t you?”

John shook his head. 

“We don’t have a crib for you. Not yet, at least. But we can trust you not to fall from the bed. If you behave, I might give you a little treat tomorrow.” 

They said no more, leaving John diapered and sucking his thumb in the dark room. His mind couldn’t stop overthinking the entire situation. He had started the day as a married man with two kids and a grandson on his way. He was a successful man with more money than he could spend. An intellectual who read Chomsky and Coates. Now, he was lying on the guest room bed, humiliated and emasculated.

He heard noises coming from the room next door. The noises became loud moans, and he knew his wife was keeping her word. She was having sex with the young and handsome young man. And John could do nothing. How could he? Calling the cops meant everyone would find out. And that was the best-case scenario because the other option was for him to be charged with assault. Everyone would know his shame. He could lose everything. And then, the kids. What would the kids say? Every little possibility passed through his tired mind until his body couldn’t handle it anymore. 

He cried himself to sleep that night. 

But his new life was just starting. 

Chapter Three – Baby Joan’s New Pacifier

When John woke up the next morning, he looked at his surroundings, still feeling utterly disoriented. When he moved around, trying to stand up, he remembered the events of the previous night. Peeing himself in front of Jacob wasn’t even half of the hell he had experienced. His wife’s cruel words and the painful spanking came to mind, flooding his eyes with fresh tears. Then came the diaper. 

He remembered. 

Around his crotch, in between his legs, there was a diaper. One big enough to fit him, making it impossible to keep his legs together. And to make matters worse, he needed to pee badly. 

Standing up was difficult. But he managed to do it. Maybe he could rush to the bathroom before anyone else woke up. Maybe he could get his wallet, keys, and clothes and leave his home. He would think about the details later. Now, he needed to act. If he was to retain any sense of dignity, it was now or never. 

“Dammit,” he muttered to himself as he reached the door. 

It was locked from the other side. He couldn’t open it, and the pressure in his bladder was building up fast. The temptation to remove his diaper was strong. Maybe he should; peeing in the room would teach them not to lock him in without a bathroom.

But something primal inside of him prevented the act. What if Jacob didn’t like it? What if he got angry again? He actually peed himself a little, thinking about another round of spankings by his tormentor. 

What if he escaped? 

Perhaps that way, he could find someone to help him. But he was wearing nothing but a diaper. And there were no clothes around. Nothing he could use. He was still trapped even if he managed to get out of the room. A forty-something man climbing down a window wearing nothing but a diaper would definitely make it to the front page of some dreadful local paper. Indecent exposure would be the least of his problems if he went out naked and some kid saw him. Even if he convinced the police he was running for his life, he would become the talk of the neighborhood. He could even be fired from his job just because of it. 

More minutes passed, and the pressure built up to the point John knew there was no getting around it.

Defeated once more, he relaxed his muscles, allowing his bladder to release an entire night of liquid into his thick diaper. The feeling was overwhelming, forcing a lonely tear in his eyes. But it was also intoxicating. The warmth of his own urine spread all over his crotch, reaching his rear, forcing a shameful erection against his padded prison. 

Ashamed, blushing, John stood by the door, absorbing the feelings of his wet diaper. Unluckily for him, an all too familiar feeling spread through his lower abdomen. A morning routine he had had for years. Something he would do every single morning as soon as he woke up. No. He wasn’t pooping himself. No, he had to draw a line. 

But before he could beg to be left out, the doorknob moved abruptly, and the door opened, pushing him to the ground in disbelief. 

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone’s wet. Did you have a potty accident last night?” Asked Sarah, walking into the room completely naked. 

“No!” Said John, “I did it this morning. It wasn’t an accident.”

Sarah chuckled, “That’s something to be proud of, I guess.” 

John blushed, realizing what he had said. 

“Did you enjoy your first night as a baby?”

John looked down, too embarrassed to answer. “You… I want out. I’ll call the police. I’ll divorce you,” he muttered, feeling even more trapped in his situation. He knew those words were empty threats.

“Oh, honey, we agreed not to tell anyone about last night, remember?” She moved close to him, running her fingers along his cheek gently, “Besides. After last night, do you really think you could ever find anyone who would take you? You can leave me. Perhaps I won’t keep one hundred percent of everything you own. But what would happen next? You’d be alone. Forever. And what do you think Kate or Mike would say if they found out about your little accident and the fact that you let a man half your age put you back in diapers?”

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“Really? And whose fault is it that you are wet again? Mine? Jacob’s? Society?” 

John had no answer. 

“Let’s go,” said Sarah, helping him up, “Your new Daddy wants us to have a family breakfast.”

“Daddy?”

“Don’t you remember? You’re the house’s new baby girl. A title I think fits better than husband or father. What do you think?” She asked, chuckling. 

John didn’t answer. 

He did remember the night before and the words Jacob forced him to say. A baby girl. John was now Jacob’s and Sarah’s baby girl. He was wearing a diaper — a used one, for that matter. He was forced to sleep in the spare room and call his own wife Mommy. Worst than that, he was meant to call his tormentor Daddy. 

Sarah grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him outside the room, forcing him to waddle like a toddler behind her as she led the way to the dining room. With each step, John’s will faded as his bowels shouted for release. 

He didn’t even have time to protest as they reached the table where Jacob sat, waiting for them. Like Sarah, the younger man was also naked. His massive manhood wasn’t erected; even then, it was bigger than John’s. 

“Good morning, baby,” said Jacob, smiling with arrogance, “did you sleep okay?”

John didn’t answer.

If he had been honest with himself, he might’ve slept better last night than in years. After the crying, of course. When he had forgotten about the diaper and the spanking, and the fact his wife was being fucked by a younger, much more handsome man in his own bed. 

“I know a big bed might be frightening for you. Babies aren’t supposed to be left unsupervised, after all. But there’s no need to worry,” Jacob paused, sipping coffee from a mug in front of him, “Your crib should arrive later today.”

“My crib?”

“Oh, yes. I’m planning on making this arrangement permanent.”

John’s jaw dropped. 

“Permanent?”

“I spoke with my father. Told him you needed someone to help around the house. It’s good money. So he doesn’t mind. He’s traveling for a few months in a couple of days. So that’s settled. I’m moving in.” 

John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was as if his life was coming to an end. Could he even escape now? A man running away, wearing nothing but a diaper. A wet diaper that was noggin so badly, he could barely waddle as he walked. 

“There’s more,” said Sarah, sitting on Jacob’s lap like a teenage girl would with her boyfriend, “We think John is not an appropriate name for our new baby girl.”

“It sure ain’t,” said Jacob, “Which is why, from now on, your name is Joan. Little sissy baby Joan. Or baby Jo.” 

John shook his head. 

“It’s cute you think any of this is up to you,” said Jacob, caressing Sarah’s naked rear with his cock, “If you don’t submit willingly, then I’ll be forced to do things to you. I don’t want to.”

John’s legs trembled as he felt like fainting. 

“Come over,” said Jacob. 

John obeyed, scared for his own life. And in a moment of betrayal from his own body, a loud and wet fart escaped his rear. He froze right there. 

Sarah laughed. 

But Jacob didn’t. He glared at John, smirking. It was as if he invited John to shame himself in front of them. To provide them with the amusement of seeing a middle-aged man have the most childish of accidents. He couldn’t do it. He forced his butt cheeks together, hoping it would help. But as he kept walking towards his Mommy and Daddy, he felt his strength fading away. 

Another fart left his rear. 

“Please,” John pleaded, “I need to go to the bathroom. 

But neither Sarah nor Jacob answered his plea. 

Another. 

And another. 

And it was over. 

John squatted right where he stood. Tears ran down his cheeks as he pushed, allowing the pressure to be released. More farts left his rear at first. Then, a solid log found its way into the diaper, restrained by the thickness of the padded prison. But it wasn’t over. Another round of pushing, and this time, it wasn’t solid. No. The mushy poop spread all over his crotch and into his hairless balls. The warmth of it was exciting. He felt his tiny dick rising as he cried in shame. 

Jacob stood up from his chair, stopping just in front of John’s face so that his massive manhood was an inch away from John’s mouth. The smell of his penis was intoxicating, almost flushing away the stink of his own messy accident. 

With a smile, Jacob said, “I think our baby girl needs her pacifier.” 

John froze again. 

He couldn’t be serious. But as soon as John opened his mouth to protest, the massive cock entered his hole. It all happened so fast. Jacob leaned over, forcing John’s face to move rhythmically, as for the first time in his life, John sucked another man’s penis. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to be disgusted by it. But he sucked and sucked as if he was born to do so. And there was no coming back from it. With his wife standing behind him, offering kind words to encourage him, John sucked until Jacob came inside his mouth. When the semen touched his tongue, the diapered sissy came in his messy diaper. He couldn’t hide the pleasure he had felt —a big smile on his face, and he fell to the ground, still twitching against his padded prison. Cum running down his throat as he swallowed the load of the man that had ruined his life. 

“I always knew you were a cocksucker,” said Sarah.

“Be a dear, honey,” said Jacob, sitting back on his chair, “And clean him. It’s starting to stink in here.”

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