I never saw it coming when Marcus grabbed me after the bar closed. One minute I was stumbling out the back door, the next I was in his basement with the door locked and my clothes cut off. He stood over me, thick arms crossed, that cold smile on his face. "You've been running your mouth about wanting to be used, little bitch. Time to make it real."
He shoved me onto a plastic-covered table and taped a thick, crinkly diaper around my waist before I could fight back. The padding was huge, babyish, with cartoon prints on the front. "This is your new uniform," he growled, pulling the tapes tight. "Piss in it. Shit in it. Doesn't matter. You're not a man anymore."
My cock twitched inside the diaper despite the humiliation. Marcus noticed and laughed. "Already getting hard for Daddy. Good." He dressed me next: frilly pink panties over the diaper, a tiny crop top that said "Sissy Baby" across the chest, knee-high socks, and Mary Jane shoes. Lipstick smeared on my mouth. A wig of long blonde curls. I looked ridiculous and felt my face burn.
He made me crawl to the corner where a camera was already rolling. "Smile for the boys online," he ordered. "They're paying to watch you turn gay for real." The chat notifications started pinging immediately. Men typing orders. Marcus read them out loud while he pushed a pacifier between my lips.
"First rule: you only cum when I say. Second: you take cock like the sissy you are." He unzipped and pulled out his thick, veined dick. "Suck it, baby girl. Show everyone how fast you learn."
I hesitated. He slapped my padded ass hard, the diaper muffling the sting but not the sound. I opened my mouth. The head pushed past my lips, salty and heavy on my tongue. He fucked my face slow at first, then deeper, making me gag and drool down the front of my sissy top. "That's it. Good girl. Swallow like you were born for it."
My own cock was leaking steadily into the diaper now, the wet warmth spreading. Marcus noticed the front bulging and pressed his foot against it. "Look at you, wetting yourself while you suck dick. Pathetic little faggot." The word hit like a drug. I moaned around his shaft and started bobbing faster.
He pulled out before he came and flipped me onto my back. The diaper was pulled aside just enough for him to work two lubed fingers into my hole. "Tight virgin cunt," he taunted, scissoring me open while the chat went wild. "Gonna stretch it for every man who wants a turn."
When he finally pushed his cock inside me, the stretch burned and felt so fucking good I started crying. He fucked me in short, brutal thrusts, the diaper crinkling loudly with every slap of his hips. "Tell them what you are," he demanded.
"I'm a forced gay sissy baby," I gasped, voice wrecked. "I wear diapers and take cock."
"Louder."
"I'm your forced gay adult ABDL sissy!"
He came deep inside me, hot pulses filling my ass while I shot untouched into the soaked diaper. The orgasm left me shaking and empty.
Marcus didn't let me rest. He taped the diaper back up, the mess and cum trapped against my skin, and made me sit in a playpen while he read more chat commands. "Next one wants to see you drink from a bottle while you get fucked again.
On your knees this time."
By the third load down my throat and the second in my ass, my mind had gone quiet and floaty. The diaper was heavy, warm, disgusting, and perfect. Marcus stroked my wig and whispered, "Good girl. You're never going back."
I didn't want to.
