How Far They Can Fall

You were the man of the house, a wealthy business exec, and the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company. A couple of hypnotic suggestions from your fiancé later, and now you’re dressed as an overgrown toddler while you’re forced to mess your diaper in front of her.

"Mommy, I'm making pushies but nothing's coming out!"

God, you hated how she even made you talk like a 2-year-old. It was so humiliating and embarrassing to be reduced to this. You used to conduct meetings with some of the richest people in the world, and now you could barely figure out which shape goes in which hole.

You don’t know how she did it, but any time you picked up one of those blocks it would just look like a formless blob that didn’t resemble a square or a star. Then, with your reduced motor functions, there was no way you were going to match it with the right hole it belonged to. All the while, your fiancé and her friends would stand behind you laughing because the big, strong man is now a diaper-dependent sissy who doesn’t even know his shapes.

"Come on, cupcake, make a boom-boom for mommy!"

Why did she have to call you cupcake? Ugh, whenever she does that, you feel all lightheaded and queasy and... now your tummy’s rumbling. You clench the hem of your dress and bend over a little more; feeling your sphincter loosen while you begin to uncontrollably fill your diaper.

All you’re able to let out is a couple of pathetic squeaks as the seat of your diaper rapidly expands; your face also turning bright red, scrunching up, and telling the entire tale. Soon you feel a hand stroking your long, blonde hair.

"Such a silly sissy. Aren’t you glad we put you back in diapers? It would’ve been so embarrassing if you accidentally made a poopy during one of your business meetings. I think diapers, dresses, and tea parties are much more your speed now. Don’t you think so too, my cute, widdle diaper dumper?"