Caught Pink Handed: Chapter 3

The door to the family restroom burst open. Both Jesi and Aanya had an arm wrapped around mine, as they escorted me inside. They sat me down on the toilet and put the bags from the CrissBaby store on the sink counter.

Reaching into one bag, Aanya pulled out a large, rectangular package, containing 12 neatly folded, pink diapers. Meanwhile, Jesi grabbed a changing mat that Aanya must’ve purchased with my card and was rolling it out on the floor.

“Strip!” commanded Aanya as she continued to set out supplies.

I looked to Jesi for help, hoping that she would see how nervous and panicked I was. However, she was fully convinced that I wanted this, so upon seeing my face, she gave me the most gentle smile. “It’s okay, sweetie. Take off those icky pants and get over here so I can put you in something dry and cozy!”

My heart melted in an instant. How could I possibly refuse her? She was looking at me so kindly. If I told her the truth now, she’d probably never speak to me again. It’s just a fricking diaper. It won’t be so bad, right?

Reluctantly, I placed my thumbs on the waistbands of my shorts and underwear and pulled them down, which left me standing there in nothing but a t-shirt and socks. In any other circumstance, standing in a bathroom with no pants on and two sexy women to pamper me would be a dream come true. Not today!

Jesi patted the light blue mat, looking at me expectantly. I slumped my shoulders and sat down in front of her. “Don’t you worry, we aren’t here to mock you. We want to help.”

I took little comfort in Jesi’s words, as standing next to her was Aanya, who looked at me with an ungodly amount of contempt. “See you have nothing to worry about. What should you say since we’re being so nice to you and giving you exactly what you want?” said Aanya, getting a couple of extra stabs in before the true humiliation began.

“T-thank you,” I sputtered out, knowing far worse would be in store if I stayed silent. The two girls giggled, as Jesi grabbed my shoulders and laid me back onto the spongy mat.

Aanya ripped open the package of diapers and pulled one out, unfolding it for me to see. It was utterly massive. I wasn’t even aware that they made diapers this ridiculously big. And I was gonna have to wear one.

“Lift your bum-bum,” said Aanya in a sing-songy voice. She knew just how mortifying this was for me and that, unless I wanted to give up and confess, I had no choice but to comply. Slowly, I planted my feet and pushed my pelvis into the air. The audible sounds of crinkling echoed in the spacious restroom as the diaper was slid underneath me. A hand pressed down on my tummy and forced me to sit atop the pink monster.

Genuinely, I was surprised by how plush and soft it was. It had been a hot minute since I’d been put in a diaper. I was so lost in thought that I wasn’t ready for Aanya to plant a lotion-covered hand on my crotch. I yelped, which caused some snickering from the two imposing girls looking down at me. I fully expected to get hard from having Aanya massage lotion onto my dick and balls, followed up with a helping slathered into my ass crack. Thankfully, I remained flaccid, likely a symptom of just how nervous I was. Who knows what kind of teasing I’d get if I got hard while being diapered?

“You’re looking a little stressed, GarBear. Is Aanya being too rough?” asked Jesi so sweetly and earnestly that I nearly started crying from how gentle she was.

Before I could mutter out an answer, Aanya spoke for me, “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that I’m the first person who’s ever touched him.” Her words were so cold and cynical. She didn’t even look up from what she was doing. I flushed bright red. It was true, but she didn’t need to rub it in.

“There’s no need to be nervous. You can trust us to keep you safe.” That’s easy for Jesi to say. She’s not the one being blackmailed here!

Aanya wiped off her lotion-y hands on my shirt, rubbing them along my torso to get the sticky substance off. I glared, limited in the ways I could be defiant. She then grabbed the baby powder and started sprinkling a healthy amount onto my crotch.

The cloud of powder was so massive, that it caused me to sneeze. The girls giggled at my reaction, which only added further fuel to my burning cheek fire.

Then, it was time for the big one. Aanya grabbed the edges of the diaper and folded them up over my crotch. Both Aanya and Jesi grabbed a set of tapes and sealed me snuggly inside.

And that was that… I was wearing a diaper… a pink diaper… in front of two girls… one of whom was my crush…

I sat up and felt the foreign bulk between my legs inflate with air that had been trapped inside. I pushed down on the diaper with my hands, pushing the air out. This caused two big puffs of baby powder to shoot out, bringing on further laughter. However, before I could stand on my feet, Jesi wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head into her chest. She hugged me tightly. I could feel her large mammaries through my hair. Each one was so plush and so supple, and her scent radiated off of her outfit just enough for me to breathe in, If I could have one consolation prize for all of my struggles today, this wasn’t such a bad one. I closed my eyes and nuzzled in, allowing myself to relax in her arms.

“Uh oh, I think someone’s really enjoying themselves.”

THROB

My eyes shot open upon hearing Jesi’s words. I’d allowed myself to relax a bit too much. I was horrified to find that not only was I getting an erection, but it was practically pushing through the diaper. I honestly couldn’t remember ever being this rock-solid in my life.

Using my hands, I pushed my engorged phallus down, trying to tuck it between my legs. However, the thick padding made that feat impossible and my penis sprung back up the moment I let go. The girls were dying in hysterics.

I looked over to Aanya helplessly. It was only at that moment that I saw exactly what lotion she’d used. The label read, “CrissBaby Stimulating Lotion.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what that meant. Aanya had played me so well. If Jesi had any doubts about the string of lies that Aanya had fed her, they were definitely gone now.

As the laughter died down, Aanya took a deep breath and said, “Hey Jesi, I have a few tinsy-winsy concerns. I’m worried that Mr. Stiffy here is gonna break out of that pamper if it gets any harder.”

“What did you have in mind?” asked Jesi, blissfully unaware of her girlfriend’s cruel intentions.

Aanya suppressed her evil grin as best as she could, “I think he needs another layer, maybe two, just to be sure.”

Nodding her head enthusiastically, Jesi tightened her hold on me, ensuring that I had no way of wiggling out. I kicked my legs as Aanya reached into the package and pulled out two more diapers. One was bad enough! If she put those on me, would I even be able to walk?

That was a question I was going to find out first hand, with Aanya making quick work of taping on the other two diapers. They were so humongous that it looked as though I had shoved a basketball into a diaper.

Jesi helped me stand up, as Aanya rolled up the mat. My feet were kept at least two feet apart and I had no way of closing that gap. It was at this point that I made the unfortunate error of looking at myself in the mirror. Hiding quite visibly beneath the hem of my lotion-stained shirt was what at first glance could be seen as a large, pink balloon. I prodded at it with my pointer finger, surprised at how firm it actually was.

As I stared, transfixed with my own reflection, I was completely unaware of the girls shifting around me. “Hey, step back for me,” commanded Aanya.

I was too zoned out to really understand what she was asking me to do. Aanya wasn’t going to wait for me to figure it out. She gave me a shove and forced me to step backward. My feet entered what felt like a plastic bag.

“And up we go!” In a matter of seconds, Jesi had raised a pair of pink, glossy plastic pants. Before I had time to even comprehend my new attire, Aanya grabbed me by the arm and leaned me over the sink.

CLICK

“There, now we don’t have to worry about you trying to change yourself. If you need a new diaper, you know just who to ask!” mocked Aanya, who gave my padded rear a playful slap.

“N-no!” I reached for the plastic pants and tried to pull them down, discovering that they truly were locked on. Not only was I dressed in diapers, but now I was fully dependent on Aanya and Jesi to get out of them. “Why would you even buy locking plastic pants?”

Aanya grabbed my cheeks with her hand and whispered so that Jesi couldn’t hear her, “First off, you bought them, not me. Or do I need to show you the receipt on your card? Second, these aren’t plastic pants. I believe the term on the tag is plastic panties.” Holding up the tag for me to see, Aanya made sure to rub in the fact that not only was I wearing something infantile, but also painfully girly. I guess the nickname, Girly Gary, was a bit more fitting now, but I had no idea just how perfect of a moniker it was about to become.

“Plastic panties?!” shouted Jesi, “That’s so flipping cute! You didn’t say anything about panties, GarBear!”

“Well, that’s because the diapers weren’t the only part of Girly Gary’s secret fantasy,” said Aanya as she reached into the second bag and pulled out a box with a pretty pink bow on it. Aanya toss the lid aside and lifted up what appeared to be several pieces of cotton candy all stitched together. My denial was in full swing and my penis was continuing to betray me, as deep inside the depth of my diapers was a cum-leaking boner just begging to be released.

“Gary doesn’t just want to be a baby, SHE wants to be a sissy baby. We spent nearly an hour before she finally chose the frilliest, poofiest dress they had in the entire store. It was super expensive, but Gary just had to have it!”

I wanted to disappear. Just fade out of existence completely. This was just too much. The lie had grown out of hand and there was no way that the truth was worse than this!

“Jesi! She’s lying, I-” Before I could finish my sentence, Aanya shoved a big, pink pacifier into my mouth. Another purchase with my money no doubt. I went to spit it out, but Aanya anticipated this and quickly doubled-knotted the ribbons that were attached to it behind my head.

“Mmmmmffffaaahhhh!” I tried to rip off the binky, but it might as well have been glued to my mouth.

Aanya and Jesi brought me to the center of the room and proceeded to spin me in circles until I was dizzy. It was already hard enough to stand with all these puffy diapers locked on my waist. I didn’t need them to make it worse.

My instability was exactly what they wanted though, as it made it so much easier to guide the outrageous dress over my head. I found myself lost in a sea of silk and taffeta. Strange fabric that I had never even heard of coursed through my fingers and caressed my body. Finally, I came up for air, working my head out through the hole at the top.

I closed my eyes tightly as the girls worked my arms into the sleeves. They spun me around again. “Open your eyes Gary, and see the girl you were always meant to be,” said Aanya as she came up next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. She could do so many things to me, dress me up however she wanted, but I wasn’t going to let her win this one. I refused to look at myself and see the abomination I’d become.

Aanya was smart, though, and her plan was simple. She lifted up the skirt of the dress and slapped her hand on the front of Gary’s diapers.

In shock, Gary reacted naturally and his eyes shot open. It was too late to unsee what he saw. It looked like a dollhouse had vomited all over him. Every micro-movement he made was accompanied by the silly sounds of swishing fabric. “Tha….That’s not me.”

“Oh, Girly Gary, that very much is you, and we still have so much left to do,” Aanya said with venom dripping off of every last word, “How much time you got left, babe?”

Jesi looked at her phone, “About 15 minutes.”

“Then we’ll need to be quick.”

The girls wasted no time finishing up their masterpiece. Aanya proceeded to add more pieces to my ensemble, which included, but were not limited to, white tights with pink hearts, a pair of pink ballet flats, silk mittens that forced my hands into useless balls, and two ribbons tied into my hair to give me the most adorable pigtails. My hair wasn’t super long, so it really did look like the kind you’d see on an infant girl.

Meanwhile, Jesi pulled out her make-up bag and got to work transforming my face. As Jesi slathered on each new product, she made sure to explain them to me, and said that she’d help me until I could do it on my own. How long were they expecting me to stay like this?

As Jesi made up my face, I could smell her breath every time she exhaled, as well as the perfume, which was so strong that it was muscling through the blanket scent of baby powder. This created an easy-to-anticipate reaction in my diapers. I was already so horny from the stimulating lotion and combined with Jesi’s heavenly smells, I nearly unloaded a sticky load right then and there.

Luckily for me, the make-up session came to an abrupt end with Jesi’s alarm going off, “Awww! Looks like I have to get back,” said a very dejected Jesi.

“Wait, not before we take some family photos!” yelled Aanya, pulling out her phone.

P-photos. Nuh-uh! After all the shit I’d been through today, I wasn’t about to let Aanya have permanent dirt on me. It was too late to protest, however, for as soon as Jesi leaned into me for a “mother/daughter photo,” I was putty in their hands. For the next few minutes, the girls teased me into trying different poses, each more embarrassing than the last. It ended with me performing a curtsey, which Aanya made me repeat several times until I earned her mild approval.

The girls giggled as they scrolled through the photos together, squealing at some of their favorites. “We’re going to be the best mommies ever, just you wait and see!” Jesi stated energetically. I’d seen how peppy she could be. It was one of the things I loved most about her. But, I don’t think I’d ever seen her quite this happy and bouncy before.

Aanya must’ve gotten wind of her affections towards me at this moment because, in an instant, she gently grabbed Jesi’s chin and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. The two proceeded to make out in front of me, further applying strain from inside of my nappies.

It was kinda like watching something out of a lesbian porno. Aanya was so forceful, placing her hands all over Jesi’s body, knowing just the right spots to touch. Jesi, meanwhile was submissive to her bold GF, letting her do anything she wanted to her. Unconsciously, my right-handed drifted overtop my diaper and pressed down on my boner, trying to quietly suppress my raging erection.

CRINKLE

The two girls’ heads turned toward me at just the wrong moment. My hand was in a very compromising position. Ask one hundred people, and not a single one would believe me that I was just trying to reposition myself. The chuckling that ensued nearly made my head explode.

Aanya leaned over to Jesi and whispered something in her ear. I was on the edge of my seat, unaware of the plots being made against me. All I know is that Jesi’s mischievous, ear-to-ear grin meant that whatever they discussed was nothing good. She leaned down so she was face to face with me and planted a wet kiss on the tip of my nose. If I hadn’t been so scared shitless from this whole experience, I likely would have cum on impact.

The girls savored my priceless reaction, regardless of if I climaxed or not. “See you tonight, GarBear!” she said, winking to me. I didn’t know whether to be scared or thrilled.

And with that, Jesi bolted out of the restroom, no doubt already late, leaving me alone with Aanya once more. She smirked as she closed the door and turned to me, “What do you think? Should we head home, or find a nice park for a weekend stroll so I can show off my pretty baby girl?”

“MMMMMMFFF!”

Aanya burst into laughter at my muffled response, “Alright, I’ll be merciful this time. But, when we get home, I have something I need you to do.”

TO BE CONTINUED...