Finally! After some struggles, I finally managed to pass all of my college exams for the year. Only one more year of that miserable hell and I will hopefully graduate with an engineering degree. It was not even something that I would like to do for the living in the future, as I struggled and frustrated myself over most of the tasks in that field, but my parents always told me that I have no way to succeed in life without higher education. Yeah… love you too mom and dad…
At that time, I was working at a shitty fast food restaurant chain. The management kept yelling at me for not being as good as the others and my coworkers were constantly poking fun at me, because I was short, slim and kept my hair a bit longer than others.
“Hey, Goldilocks, you know that you can wear a skirt as the uniform, huh? I bet it would fit ya way more! Hahaha!”
“Stephanie, can you pass me the… oh, sorry, Stephen…”
“Oh, let me take that from you, we wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle… if you have any…”
Such comments were practically daily for me but it was hard to care about them, when they were coming from some greasy, old dudes, or that bitch from management. Like yeah, send the weakest guy in the building to carry around boxes and then complain that he struggles! Who would expect?!
Yeah, yeah, I should quit that work long ago… but my parents were correct and not many other places around wanted to consider hiring me. It did not even pay well but at least was enough to rent a small flat… and to slowly save money for an engagement ring. Sure, it would take a while but I wanted to wait with confessing until I graduate.
After one more week at work it was finally time for my vacation, three weeks without school or work, the perfect opportunity to visit my girlfriend… I have no idea, how we even ended up together a few years ago, as I felt like she was way out of my league. Rachel was a few years older than me, tall, beautiful, smart and her parents were really well-off. With her education and social skills she easily became one of the managers at her parents’ company and did so rightfully, as she was actually good at it. Unfortunately, the high position meant a lot of overtime. I was happy for her but there were not many occasions where we could see each other with our tight schedules. However, with my vacation, we were about to see each other a bit more, as she invited me to move in with her for a few weeks, at her parents’ mansion.
There wasn’t any bus stop near their place and I obviously could not afford a car, so I went there by bicycle. It was about an hour-long ride though the city but it was a nice summer day with a clear sky and cool wind. When I arrived at the gates of their estate, one of their maids let me in. I left my bicycle in the obsessively large garage and went inside the mansion.
That sight never ceased to steal my breath. The main hall itself was easily three times larger than my apartment. The marble floor was half-covered by a red carpet that started by the entrance and climbed up the stairs to the next floor. Decorative columns, sculptures and paintings on the walls always made me feel like I was on a trip to some museum, not in someone’s house. A huge, crystal chandelier was hanging down from mostly glass ceiling, casting down slightly colorful shadows.
“Look what we’ve got here, the sissy sucker, who thinks he has a chance with my big sis… As if, tsk!” I heard a high-pitched, slightly lisping, female voice coming from the top of the stairs and sighed.
If I had to point out one downside of being with Rachel, it would be her younger sister. Her name was Mercedes but everyone just called her Merci, though it was not very fitting. ‘Merci’ means ‘thank you’ in French… and I doubt she ever said those two words. She was just slightly younger than me but she certainly did not look or act the part, being emotionally stuck as an entitled, little brat.
She knew very well, that after her parents pass away, she will be left with big enough fortune to not move a finger for the rest of her life. I have heard that she wants to submit her papers to a university with education program focused around fashion and beauty or something. She obviously had no intention to use it for work; she just wanted it for herself and to meet some friends with similar interests.
Speaking of fashion… well… I failed to understand her style. It was always very bold, kind of cute and often revealing but… somehow didn’t show anything at the same time. She had some strange fascination with rubber and clothes made out of it. Rachel told me that it was probably caused by the little sister often staying in hospital, when she was younger, where all personnel are obviously wearing latex gloves often. It could also be caused by her having to sleep on rubber bedsheets because of her long bedwetting problems. Heh... ever since my girlfriend told me about it, I couldn’t stop teasing Merci with it.
When it came to beauty… there are preferences. Her skin was bright, clean and smooth, giving a good start… but that girl was almost completely flat. Really, some guys at my work had bigger boobs than her. She was also skinny and short and would burst out in anger each time someone mentioned it. Her face had very soft features and was naturally cute… but she didn’t like that. She always wanted to appear more mature, coating her lips with bright lipstick, making herself smoky eyes, curling, extending and thickening her eyelashes… Her make-up skills were impressive… but with the style she chose, she literally looked like a 10$ whore.
Or… she would look like a 10$ whore but with the big but adorable braces on her teeth and her hairstyle, she looked more like a little kid, who was having fun with her mom’s make-up kit. She always dyed her hair in light purple. It was styled into cute bangs that ended just at her eyebrows, while the rest of the hair was long and kept in curly twin-tails on the sides of her hair. Curly? It would probably more accurate to call it drill-like. I did see such hairstyles in anime, when I was younger, but never expected that it could be possible in real life. How on Earth was she even able to keep it that way daily?
“Hellooooo, Earth to loser, can you hear me?” She waved her rings-covered hand before my eyes, to get my attention. I apparently zoned out for long enough for her to come down the long stairs already.
“Eh? Ah, yes, hi…” Was all I said, as I looked at her choice of clothes that day, as… special? as ever…
She was wearing a bubblegum-pink, latex catsuit that covered her from neck to toes, except hands. It was shined to the point where I could see myself reflecting in it. On top of the rubber however, she wore a bit more casual clothes. She had white, skin-tight, short yoga pants, which she probably wore only to have some pockets, and a white, very loose t-shirt with a name of some music band written down in pink cursive. Unfortunately, that’s where casual ended, as on top of it all she wore a jacket.
No, not just any jacket. At first glance it could fool someone as being just a puffer jacket but it was almost completely transparent and filled with air to the point of bulging. It was made of some shiny material but sturdier than rubber. If I recalled correctly, Merci said that it was PVC, or something like that. The jacket quietly squeaked and creaked, like balloons rubbing each-other, with every movement of her arms.
Even though we were the same height, she was currently quite a bit taller, as she wore some white, shiny, sturdy boots with really thick platforms. It was probably the only way for her to physically look down on people. Though, in her mind, she was probably always above everyone else.
Judging by the clothes, one would think that this girl was going to some crazy rave, orgy or maybe to look for clients by the road… but no, that was the way she always dressed. Latex catsuits of different colors had to be a part of her every outfit and with her whole body technically covered, she had no issue with wearing revealing clothes.
“When are you finally going to give up on my sis, peasant?” Merci scoffed and her jacket squeaked loudly, as she folded her arms on her chest.
“How about ‘never’, bimbo? We were in love for years and one day we will get married and live happily ever after.” I said in a mocking way, trying to provoke her a bit.
“Married!? She is older than you, dipshit! You are just looking for a mommy, because your real one didn’t love you.” She stepped closer, right in my face, forcing me to look up to be able to maintain the eye-contact. The girl did shout at me… but it was hard to see her as threatening, when she was saying it with a cute, lisp.
“Oooooh, you are just angry because no guy wants to be with you, right? Maybe you are jealous? Go and cry about it.” I made a smug face and pointed my tongue at her. When you talk with kids, you have to speak their language.
“First of all, ew, who would want to be with you? Second, fuck off…” There already was not much space between us but she shoved one of her hands between our faces and showed me the middle finger. Merci thankfully was done talking.
Even though we were standing in the middle of the huge, spacious hall, the brat felt the need to shoulder-check me. I did not resist it too much, as she did that all the time and was not actually strong enough for it… but I did no account for the inflatable jacket she wore. When she bumped into me, I kind of bounced off and tripped on the carpet, falling on the ground.
“Loser…” She scoffed and stomped out of the mansion without looking back at me.
“Bitch…” I said in response but there was no one left to hear it.
After gathering myself from the ground, I walked up the big, wide stairs. I said ‘hi’ to one of the maids, who was doing some dusting, and went down the corridor to my girlfriend’s room. I knocked on her door in a way that I always knocked, to let her know that it was me.
“Cooooooome iiiiiiin~” Rachel answered from inside with her deep, singsong voice.
I smiled and entered to see… an absolute mess. It was way past the morning already but she was still in her simple, white pajamas. Her long, wavy, brown hair clearly did not see the brush in the last few days. She her reading-glasses were slightly obscuring the dark circles under her eyes but it was still clear as day that she was exhausted.
She did not even look at me for a while, as she was busy gathering some documents from her unmade bed. Stacks of papers could be seen everywhere in her room. Sure, she did have her own office-room in the mansion… but apparently it was not enough for her and she took her work everywhere she went. The blinds were closed, making the room dark, and from one breath I could tell that she did not open her windows in a while.
“Hi, Honey… Tough week, I see?” I quietly asked, lying down my bag in the corner.
“If only week…” Rachel murmured to herself but then turned to look at me and forced a smile. Then, she suddenly ran up to me and embraced me in her arms, pushing my head into her not-so-modest chest. Yeah… she was not only older but also quite a bit taller than me… Maybe Merci was not completely wrong about me subconsciously looking for a ‘mommy’… “But don’t worry, sweetie. I have three days off in a row scheduled, starting now, so we have all the time to…” Buzz… Buzz… Buzz… Rachel’s phone began to vibrate, dancing on her large, wooden desk, as she dropped her head on my shoulder as a sign of giving up.
After a few more seconds of us cuddling and the phone buzzing, she gave me one more tight hug and let go, to grab her phone. “YES?” It was all that she squeezed out though her clenched teeth. She was so angry, that she did not even bother to greet the person on the other end of the apparently official call.
Rachel started to walk around her room, listening to the other person. She did not say a single word but the expression on her face kept going from anger and annoyance to guilt and bitterness. Sometimes, her eyes glanced at me but each time she quickly avoided making the eye-contact. Finally, she said a single word: “Fine…” and ended the call.
After putting away her phone, she looked at me with sorry look on her face and opened her mouth to say something… but nothing came out, as she was at loss for words. She tried again and again and finally explained. “I… I’m sorry, sweetie… They called from work… three people are sick and we have a project to finish for tomorrow. I promise… when you wake up in the morning, I will be there in bed already, okay?” She gave me one more hug. “I bet you can busy yourself with something around here, unpack and stuff…”
“Yeah…” Was all I could answer with and all I could even say in this situation. Since she started her new job, her promises were not worth too much… but it was not her fault that she had responsibilities and little to no time.
“C-could you leave the room? I need to get dressed and ready…” She asked awkwardly. We were together for quite some time already… but we never really got super intimate. Sure, we kissed and cuddled almost nonstop… but I think I had never seen her naked or even in just underwear… unless you count going to the swimming pool.
I just gave her a silent nod and left the room, closing the door behind me.
To say that their mansion was big was to say nothing. There were so many rooms with so much different stuff that someone would probably need to spend the whole week there, to try everything that this place had to offer. Yes, I could play pool, drink expensive alcohols, eat fine dinners prepared by the maids, swim in the indoor or outdoor swimming pools, watch a movie in their mini-cinema… but what was the point of it all, if I was to do all this all by myself? I came all this way to spend time with my girlfriend… soon maybe wife… but so far it appeared to be no different than going to an expensive hotel.
With all those things to choose from… I decided to go outside to catch some fresh air. I hoped that taking a walk around the well-maintained gardens of the estate would calm down my nerves. As I walked by the window of my girlfriend’s room, I could hear a very muffled stream of swears and screams. Heh… At least I knew that she also was not happy about all this.
After I made the full circle around the gardens surrounding the mansion, I was just in time to meet Rachel walking out of the front door. Her brown hair was combed into a tight ponytail and she was wearing a slick, well-fitted, black suit in white, vertical stripes that only made her look even slimmer. The upper buttons of her jacket and shirt were left open, proudly exposing her ample chest. Her eyes were obscured by sunglasses but it was easy to tell that all the signs of being an overworked train-wreck were covered up by almost professionally applied make-up.
I approached the completely transformed woman and stood on my toes to give her a kiss. “Good luck, babe…”
“Hah… you are still with me after all this, so I guess I’m lucky enough already.” She lowered her sunglasses for a moment and gave me a wink, before brushing my hair with her hand and walking away to her car.
Rachel drove away. Not counting the servants, I was the only person left in the mansion… or at least I thought so at the moment. I started wandering the almost empty halls and corridors, looking for something to do… but I did not feel like doing anything. Walking back to my girlfriend’s room, I passed by her little sister’s room and… huh… she left her door wide open. Thinking about it, I never saw the inside. The little brat was away… and I doubted that the servants would care to report me, so I decided to enter.
The interior of the room itself was obviously larger than my whole flat and I was not even counting the attacked bathroom that it had. The first thing that hit me… was the strong smell of rubber. However, as I glanced around, I could not initially see the source. The walls of the room were painted in light magenta with white, repetitive, floral patterns. Here and there, white imitations of bricks were used to add a bit more shape. Most of the floor was covered with grayish, thick carpet, probably to mask the heavy stomps of her boots a bit.
In the middle of the room stood a half-circle, white, leather couch, polished to the point of clearly shining and a round coffee table with some dirty dishes and a laptop left on it. On the wall, in front of the couch, was hanging an impressive TV with slightly intimidating speakers standing on both sides, explaining how her music could be heard in half of the mansion each time she threw a tantrum.
In one of the corners, where there were no windows, were a bookshelf and a big, sturdy desk with an office chair… At least I assumed that the desk was there, as it was cluttered with so many clothes, accessories, cosmetics and random cables, that I doubted she ever used that space to actually study. The bookshelf itself actually was not that much of a ‘book’-shelf, as there were no books present, just music albums and movies.
Near the large window, there were some big, white, shiny armchairs, which at first glance appeared normal but were actually inflatable. I guessed that they were probably the source of the rubbery smell in the room. I carefully sat on one of them, to check how it feels, and it turned out to be way softer than I expected, as I sunk deep into it with a loud creak. It took some struggle and a lot of noise to get up from the chair but I eventually managed.
By one of the walls, away from other furniture, was an enormous bed… Well, I again assumed so, as it was completely covered by the thick, pink canopy hanging down from above. The little brat probably just closed the curtains to avoid making the bed. I approached it, grabbed two sides of the curtain and opened it, expecting to see a complete mess… Well… I was not completely wrong… but I certainly did not expect, what I witnessed.
The whole bed was covered in bubblegum-pink, thick, shiny latex. The mattress, the pillows, the duvet, all of this was embraced by the rubbery material with sweet scent to it. The pillows appeared to be quite bulging. When I touched them and gave them a slight squeeze, I could tell that there was no feather-stuffing inside but some sort of soft gel-like substance. Was she really sleeping that way every night? I strongly doubted it and hoped that it was not true… but I could not see any other bed in the room.
On top of the pink latex bed, there was a skin-colored, latex catsuit. It was not folded or carefully placed; it looked more like she just tossed it there in a hurry or simply with no care. It was quite different than the one I saw on Merci usually. No, I do not mean only the color or the attached gloves. This catsuit had some dome-like shapes near the chest. I carefully lifted up the item and it became clear, that those shapes were some fake, inflatable boobs. It looked like she had complexes about not only her height but also her chest size.
Holding the latex catsuit and inspecting it from different sides… I realized that it was probably the first time that I touched one of those… and I was certain that I never wore anything similar… It was slightly tempting but felt wrong… but I was alone in the room and both Merci and Rachel were away… It could be my only chance at actually trying that fetish crap and witnessing myself, what that little brat sees in wearing that material daily.
The shiny, skin-colored, rubbery suit had two zippers. One was at the crotch and closed, while the other was on the back, wide open, revealing the slightly wet interior. I assumed that I could not wear it with my clothes on, so I stripped completely naked. I sat my bare ass on the rubbery bed, to start getting into the suit, and the initial feeling of latex on my skin felt… unusual. It was surprisingly sleek and soft… and a tiny bit arousing but maybe it just came from doing something that I was not supposed to?
I began to slowly insert one of my legs through the wide back opening and down the leg of the suit. The interior was so wet and smooth that my leg practically glided inside. The other leg soon followed and I stood up to put on the rest of the catsuit on. However, as my feet touched the floor, two quiet sounds of dampness came from them. My soles started to feel very wet and a bit heavier… Of course… It was very obvious but it took me a moment to realize. I was literally standing in two pools of Merci’s sweat that gathered in the legs of the rubber catsuit and it probably was the reason she took it off… It was certainly disgusting and a bit humiliating… but I was at the point, where I had already done it. Half of my body was covered in the sweat of my girlfriend’s younger sister… there was no point in stopping there.
Chills ran down my spine, as I thought about it, but I continued wearing the skin-colored, rubber suit. I pulled the stretchy material up to my hips and felt something sticky touching my privates… probably just some leftover lube. Then, I inserted both of my arms into the smooth sleeves and they glided in easily, just like the legs. When my fingertips reached the gloves of the suit, I needed to adjust them a bit, but when each of them got surrounded by its own pocket of wet rubber, it felt amazing.
With some struggle, I pulled the suit over my shoulders and reached back for the zipper. Getting a good hold of it was troublesome in itself but actually pulling it up was a real challenge. It took me a few minutes of struggle but bit by bit I slowly tugged or pushed the zipper up. When it finally reached my neck, I gave it one more, sharp tug, to finish it. As the slider reached the top of my neck, I heard a CLICK and felt that it was firmly in place. At that time I assumed that the sound came from some sort of a magnet or other mechanism, to keep the zipper from opening on itself.
I looked down on my shiny body… though I could not really see a lot of it, as the two inflatable boobs were in the way. I grabbed them and groped them with my rubbery hands and… well… as expected, the chest felt simply like two balloons… but the aesthetic of having boobs and groping them made my member harden. The catsuit was clearly made with feminine proportions in mind, as there was no space for my penis to go, so my genitals were simply pushed up and against my abdomen, as they were rubbed against the sticky part of the suit.
There were a lot of things wrong about it… but the horniness clouded my mind and forced me to continue. I jumped onto the rubber-covered bed and… almost fell out from it on the other side, as it turned out to be extremely slippery. After repositioning myself to the middle of the bed, I started to think about what to do next. Sure, it would be easy to just jack off and be done with it but… an idea came to mind.
I gathered the rubber-covered duvet, rolled it up into a shiny log and laid down on top of it. Then… I started rubbing my hard crotch against the slippery surface. It felt like nothing I felt before… I hugged the rolled up tightly, pressing my inflated chest into it and kept humping the shiny bedding, like my life depended on it. Loud squeaks and creeks of rubber rubbing onto rubber filled the room. The combination of pressure, stretchiness, smoothness and stickiness was driving me crazy… I came… and dropped down limply, exhausted, breathing hard.
My body and mind were going to need some time to recover… but they were not granted that. Bright light suddenly lit up the interior of the curtain-covered, rubbery paradise for a split second. It came right from behind me… I quickly turned around with panic in my eyes, just in time to be blinded by the second flash of the white light.
“Tsk!” I heard a scoff, a very familiar scoff. “Sorry Steffi, the pictures wouldn’t turn out well without using the flash. We wouldn’t want your pathetic face to not be recognizable, right loser?” It was Merci, her lispy voice was impossible not to recognize. When my eyes adjusted, I could see her clearly, poking her head in through the opaque, pink curtains of the canopy bed and holding up her phone.
“N-no no no!” I stuttered. “D-delete this r-right now!” I pounced in her direction, trying to steal the phone from her hand but I forgot about how slippery the bed was. She simply stepped out of the way, as I slid out of the bed and fell to the floor. The inflated boobs of the skin-colored catsuit cushioned the impact, making me bounce up a bit.
It resulted only in a few more photos getting taken. “Oh, you are done, loser. I bet my sis will dump you, after I show her what a pervert you are…”
“D-don’t you dare!” I made a pathetic attempt at trying to sound intimidating. “J-just g-give me that phone! Y-you know you don’t have a chance… eh… W-we might be similar b-b-but guys are naturally stronger, so I can just k-keep chasing you and e-eventually force you to give up!”
My threats only made her burst into laughter. “Ha ha ha! Gosh, you are so dumb and pathetic. Aren’t you studying engineering or some other smart stuff? Don’t you know that when you take a picture and your internet is on, it gets instantly uploaded to the cloud server?” I never took that many pictures to need to use the cloud… but it certainly was a setting that existed… “As long as you don’t know my password, you can’t do anything about it, dipshit!” I was fucked, I was so fucked… there was no reasonable way out of this mess.
“I… I… w-wait… how this makes me a pervert in the eyes of your sister? S-she sees you in all this slutty stuff daily, so she is probably used to all this, d-don’t you think?” It was a far reach but there was a slight chance that Rachel could consider it ‘normal’…
“I wasn’t even talking about the rubber, asshole.” Merci said, annoyed as if it was obvious. “Did you ever see me without a catsuit under my clothes?” I did not… “Did you ever see a pair of my underwear left somewhere?” I… never snooped around searching for it… but I did not see any in the room. “THOSE catsuits ARE my underwear, dipshit! AND, you put on one that was freshly used by me!”
“D-does it mean that… that sticky stuff inside the suit… it was yours…” I said some very unnecessary words with terror of realization in my eyes. That sticky liquid near the catsuit’s crotch were her vaginal fluids… I rubbed by dick into it and added my cum into the mix… for some reason, the realization was slowly making me hard again, when… SLAP! I was suddenly brought back to focus, by receiving a well-deserved slap in the face as an answer.
Tears started forming around my eyes. Not from the pain but from how screwed I was. I was never close with my own sister… but if I ever caught someone wearing her used underwear, I would beat the shit out of them without thinking about consequences. I had no idea what to even do now… so I just got down on my knees, hoping to beg for a way out of this. “I… I will do whatever you want… just please… delete those pictures…”
Her face that was full of disgust about the situation… slowly turned into a smile and a bit of curiosity. “Whatever I want?” She asked to confirm.
Without looking up at her from the ground, I just gave her a silent nod of confirmation, as I doubted that she could think of something worse.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Lucky. Dipshit…” Merci said very slowly. “…I was going to a concert but I came back home, because my friend got sick and I wasn’t going to go out alone, like some loser.” She explained. “BUT… with you deep in my debt… and already half-dressed for the occasion…” I did not like, where this was going. “…You are going to pretend to be one of my friends and go out with me.”
“H-half-dressed?” I asked concerned. “W-what this suit has to do with it?”
“Tsk, you really thought that I would let you look like your normal self? At first glance, everyone can tell, how pathetic you are!” She shouted in my face. “With that suit on… you at least look like some hot bimbo… Okay, not counting the face… but we can easily fix that with a ton of make-up.”
“N-no way, you can’t be serious…”
“Oh, come on! Are you really going to end your relationship with my sis, only because you didn’t want to dress up? Is that how little my sis is worth to you?!” Merci pointed out… and she was actually right. After all, only I and she would know, that it was me under all that rubber, clothes and make-up.
“Fine. Just promise to delete those photos…” I agreed.
“I promise to delete those photos. Happy?” She said, trying to sound serious… but it was not as if that girl was going care about keeping her word. However, I just wanted to be done with it, so I allowed her to do whatever she wished.
As I was already wearing the catsuit, there was not that much she had to add to the outfit. She gave me some short, torn-looking, denim shorts and a very loose T-shirt with the name of the band ‘Pink Pill’ written on it in pink cursive. After adding some fishnet gloves and stockings, she gave me a pair of shiny, black, platform boots. The size was obviously slightly too small, as it crushed by toes a bit, but I managed to strap them on. I never wore similar boots, so even standing still felt for me like a safety hazard.
With just a light push, she sat me down in the inflatable armchair. After my butt sunk deep into the seat, she brought a chair and make-up kit and started to work on my face. She quickly and painfully plucked out some of the hair of my eyebrows, to have them curve in a slightly feminine way. After covering almost all of my face with foundation, blushes and other stuff that I could never name, she thickly coated my eyelashes with mascara. As a final touch, she took out a bright-pink lipstick and covered my lips in a very generous layer of this stuff. My hair was already blonde and longish and the time till the concert was slowly running out, so she just brushed it out and styled it in a bit more punkish way.
Merci sighed. “Best I can do with you at the moment…”
When she moved out of the way, I could see my reflection in the window and could not believe my eyes. Not counting the hair, big chest and slightly different clothes, I literally looked like a copy of Merci.
She did not give me a lot of time to sit there stunned by my own self, as she grabbed my arm, pulled me out of the over-soft chair and led me out of the mansion. Our clothes squeaked and creaked with each step till we got inside the car and she told the family’s chauffeur where to go. Merci was still wearing her inflatable jacket, so we were slightly squeezed together the whole way to the concert.
As we arrived at the venue, the sun was slowly starting to set. The gathered crowd appeared to be extremely colorful… and mostly female with some macho-looking guys here and there. After showing the tickets, we were allowed in with no issue. When the concert began, I was… disappointed but I kind of expected it. The first few songs were cheerful but unbearably cheesy.
During a short break between the songs, I felt Merci bumping me with her shoulder. “At least pretend to have fun… or those pictures will stay…” She whispered to me in a threatening way, forcing me to comply.
From that point, I tried to turn off my brain and just mimic what other people were doing… but it was painful. Merci wanted us to jump and dance around, what only made the rubbery materials of our clothes squeaked and creaked loudly. Even though we came to the concert as viewers, I felt like most eyes of the people around were focused on our duo. Some people from the crowd even approached us to take selfies. While the girls saw nothing wrong in hugging me from behind and playing with my inflatable boobs, guys often went for a not-so-sneaky grab of my shiny butt. I thought that I was going to die from the embarrassment…
At some point, Merci started recording the concert with her phone. I never understood why people did this instead of just enjoying being there at the moment… but I had no intention to stop her, as she was at least less focused on me.
Hours felt like days, but late into the night the concert finally ended. Thankfully, the chauffeur was already waiting for us and took us straight back to the mansion. Once we were back in Merci’s room, she took out a tiny key from her pocket and told me to turn around. There was a distinct CLICK, followed by the sound of the zipper getting lowered. She handed me a make-up remover and some cotton balls, telling me to ‘Figure it out myself’, as she went to take a bath.
It took me a long while to remove all the make-up and get out of the latex but I somehow managed to do it before she finished her bath. I left her stuff on her bed and found my normal clothes, before leaving her place.
I walked to my girlfriend’s room and quietly opened the door. She thankfully was not back yet. After a quick shower, I laid down in Rachel’s bed, hoping that the nightmare was already behind me and that I would wake up next to her.
Rachel… stayed true to her words this time. When I opened my eyes in the morning, she was right there, next to me… hugging me from behind. Usually the guy was supposed to be the ‘big spoon’ in bed… but it was often the other way in our relationship. From her calm and slow breathing, I assumed that she was still sleeping and decided to wait for her to wake up on her own, as she had a tough day behind her.
The following few days were a complete bliss. I could spend a lot of time with Rachel, doing all the cool stuff that she had available at her place. Merci seemed to be satisfied enough with humiliating me and did not interrupt me and my girlfriend at all. Sure, Rachel still had to go to work four days a week but with the biggest project done, she could just do her eight hours of work and come back to relax together.
Unfortunately, my three weeks of vacation from work were coming to an end. Sure, there were still two more months before the university was not going to start but even with only the work schedule in the way, it was a bit harder for us to find time for each other.
In the evening of my last day off, I was lying on a comfy sunbed, next to Rachel, sipping some drinks. We did not have many things to talk about after those few weeks but just simply being together was enough to keep me satisfied.
DING!
Some notification appeared on my phone. When I checked it, it turned out to be a message from Merci, who so far was nice enough to leave me alone. I opened the message and froze. She sent me the pictures that she took three weeks ago, along with some videos of putting make-up on me and of me pretending to have fun at the girly concert.
After a moment, another message from her popped up. “Come to my room, loser. NOW.” It could not be good. I sighed and excused myself, telling Rachel that I needed to visit the bathroom. When I disappeared from my girlfriend’s view, I did not bother to put on any clothes and just rushed up the steps and into Merci’s room.
I slammed the door shut and looked at that little, bratty bimbo. “You promised to delete them!” I shouted at her, forgetting what it led to last time.
“And I lied!” She said with a smile and no care at all. “But hey, I didn’t show them to my big sis, so they are as good as deleted, right?”
“No, it’s not the same. What do you want now?” I asked, frustrated that she had to break my nice moment with Rachel.
“As you know… I am going to the Beauty and Fashion University.” Merci began explaining with a teasing voice. “It’s in a different city, far from here… so I won’t have any of my close friends there and I don’t want others to think of me as some sort of weirdo-loner…” She continued with a smile growing on her face. “…so, if you want me to keep holding those naughty pictures of yours as a secret from my sis… AND your coworkers… you will sign those papers…” She approached the round table with some documents on it. Her latex-covered butt squeaked as she sat it on the white, leather couch.
I came closer and looked down on the papers. Each of them had her university’s symbol. One of the documents was a petition to allow me to move from my current university to the beauty and fashion one… Mercy explained that my grades from previous years were good enough to let me skip some of the subjects and cram all the beauty-and-fashion-specific ones into a single year of hard work. Another document was a petition for me and Merci to share a room. The last paper was a petition to allow me to go to the university as a girl and wear the female uniform.
“So, Steffi…” Merci asked, after giving me a moment to process what was going on. “…do you want me to ruin your whole life… or just half of it?” She gave me a pen and waited, knowing very well, what the answer was going to be.
The following day, I came back to work and everything seemed to go back to normal. Well… my normal. I was used to the constant teasing and ridiculing… and I was even starting to feel grateful for it, as it was preparing me for the whole year of suffering that was looming over the horizon for the rest of the summer break.
A few weeks after later, I received a bunch of letters from the university. All of them were addressed to ‘Stephanie’ and it appeared that ALL of ‘my’ petitions were accepted. Soon after, a courier brought me a package with my new uniform and was not going to let me have it until I signed the receival confirmation as ‘Stephanie’.
As I was soon going to leave to a different city, I had to not only quit my shitty job but also pack all my things and leave the flat that I used to rent. My grades from my previous university allowed me to study and share a room in the dormitory for free… but I still had to find some way to cover my daily expenses.
Merci was ‘kind’ enough to help me deliver my stuff to the dormitory with her car, while I was going to get there by train… but somehow she managed to ‘lose’ the bag that had most of my casual clothes.
Once we got to our dormitory room… it turned out to be half the size of my previous flat and we had to share it. Both beds were in the same room, the bathroom only had a shower and the kitchen was close to non-existent, meaning that I would have to get a decent enough job to eat out daily… or satisfy myself with sandwiches and instant noodles.
Sure, I was putting away money for quite some time already… but it was with hope of buying the engagement ring for Rachel. Unfortunately, I had to start using that money, at least until I could find a new job in the new city.
When the first night came, Merci had something important to tell me. “You know… you said yourself that guys are naturally stronger than girls and that you can overpower me…” She made me remember the words I said a few months ago. “…with that in mind… I can’t safely sleep with you in one room.”
I looked at her with some doubt. “You want me to… sleep in the bathroom?” I took a wild guess. I was not sure if I was hoping to be right or wrong.
“No, Steffi. You need a good rest if you want to finish three years of university in one.” She did not have to remind me about the pressure on my shoulders. “I do have a solution however… and it’s going to help you feel a bit more like a girl at the same time…” Merci reached into her bag and pulled out a small, metal object. It was… eh… it kind of looked like a very short kitchen faucet? No no no, uhm… a big thimble with an attached ring? “This is a ‘chastity cage’.” She explained, as she noticed my confusion. “This is a classing rape-prevention tool. You put your genitals into the steel tube; I lock it and keep the key.” I really did not like, where it was going. “It will let us both rest safely. Don’t worry; I will let you out once in a while for hygiene.” It was good to know… but it was not the biggest of my concerns. Rachel was my first real girlfriend… yet I was still a virgin, who often wanked on his own in the bathroom.
“I don’t think…” I tried to argue but was quickly stopped with a slap to my face.
“Correct. ‘You don’t think.’ Let’s keep it that way, not like you have a choice.” Merci pointed out the obvious. “Now, strip, let’s be done with it.”
I could not do anything but take off my clothes and stand idly, as that little brad did what she wanted. She took my genitals in her soft hands and I instantly started to harden… Merci obviously had no mercy, tightly squeezing my balls and slapping my penis until it became soft from the pain. Then, she picked up a small, steal ring and squeezed my shriveled genitals though it. Next, she grabbed the thimble-looking part and forced my penis inside it. It was an extremely tight fit but she kept pushing despite my groans of pain, until it finally touched the ring at the base of the genitals. Finally, she grabbed some sort of locking mechanism and inserted it in, twisting the key and connecting the two parts together. The so-called ‘chastity device’ felt more like some torture utensil than a rape prevention.
“Are we done?” I groaned out, tired and annoyed.
“Almost.” Merci said with a smile, hinting at nothing good. “Go and take a shower, Steffi. I will prepare the rest of the stuff.”
I obeyed her order, grabbing my nightwear and locking myself in the bathroom. I was sure to take my time showering, as it was probably the only time she could not mess with me now. Unfortunately, I eventually ran out of body-parts to clean. I dried myself with a towel, put on my soft, blue pajamas and went out.
Merci certainly kept herself busy, as her whole bed was now covered with the pink, rubbery bedding, like the one at her mansion but smaller to fit the modest furniture of the student flat. On the other hand, my bed appeared to look… exactly the same at first glance.
“Huh… I kind of expected you to come up with something special…” I muttered out foolishly, forgetting how wicked that girl was.
“Oh, I will show you ‘special’…” She responded with a wide grin, proudly exposing her braces, as she pulled the duvet off my bed, to reveal… a web of thick straps attached to the mattress. It was definitely some sort of restraint, as I saw parts that could hold my ankles, thighs, pelvis, chest and wrists. It looked like something from a mental asylum, used to completely immobilize the dangerous patient.
“Y-you can’t be serious…” I stuttered out in denial, knowing very well that she was far from joking around.
“Oh, I am.” She reassured. “You are naturally stronger than me, right? Don’t you hold a grudge over everything that I’ve done to you, Steffi? I still don’t feel safe. You might try to steal the key, when I sleep… or maybe even try to hurt me…” Merci was not completely wrong. I certainly wanted to hurt her for a long time… but I had no balls to do so, as I knew about all the potential consequences, not only including releasing the blackmail she gathered but also reporting my actions to the police, potentially locking me up in prison… I was hardly a man and would have no chance at surviving even a few months in such place, especially if someone would find out that I was there for ‘abusing a young girl’. Just thinking about it was enough to make my heart pound quicker and make me hyperventilate.
Reluctantly but with no further objections, I laid down on the restraint-infused bed on my back and waited for Merci to do whatever she wanted. Strap by strap, she immobilized my whole body, locking each restraint with magnetic locks that were impossible for me to open even if I would have the key in my hands. Suddenly, she tickled my feet with a feather, forcing me to squirm around in discomfort, testing out the bonds. My head was probably the only part of my body that could move more than an inch.
When I was completely stuck, Merci was not done with me and searched for something in her bag, taking out an old MP3 player and some earphones. “You know, Steffi… I do realize how hard it is going be for you this year. “ She sat down next to me on my bed. “You not only have to finish half of the curriculum in a single year… but you are also a guy, so you are not used to all the beauty and fashion stuff…” It… was hard to argue with that. “…so, I downloaded some tapes from the internet for you to listen to during sleep.” I certainly did not expect her to try to help me. “Of course, it’s all simple stuff, like color theory, matching styles with silhouettes or current trends… but it should be a good enough start. Maybe later we will find you some more advanced subjects, to help you excel during classes?”
“Oh… Thank you, Merci…” I… was actually grateful. Sure, it was all her fault that I even needed to learn all this stuff… but it was good to have at least a little bit of support in this completely new environment.
Merci did not give me any answer. She simply inserted the earphones into my ears, pressed the play button, covered my restrained body with the duvet and left me there, listening to the tapes, as she went to take a shower.
Being as immobilized as I was, there was not anything else to do but try to sleep. The tapes were slowly going though colors and their fitting opposites, while white-noise and some beeps were in the background of the audio. The voice of the person, who recorder it, was so soft, that within a minute or two, I fell into the embrace of Morpheus.
[Warning! From that point on, the story starts to slightly shift its focus to ABDL-related themes. If it’s something uncomfortable for you, stop reading here.]
When I woke up, I was still restrained to the bed but the recording already stopped playing in my earphones. Glancing outside the window, everything was grayish, meaning that it was more or less four in the morning, way too early to naturally wake up… After a moment, I noticed the reason behind my sleep being interrupted… I really badly needed to use the toilet.
I twisted around in my restraints but they really were some professional equipment; if dangerous psychopaths had no chance of escaping them, then there was no way for me to get out on my own. “Merci…” I quietly called out to the girl, who slept on the other side of the room, hoping she woke up as well. When the silence was the only answer I received, I turned to glance at her. She was sleeping soundly, wrapped up in her pink, latex sheets. Trying to wake her up with shouting was going to be pointless, as the girl had headphones on her head and some albums of the Pink Pill were blasting into her ears. I could faintly hear the music and would probably enjoy it… if not for the great discomfort in my bladder.
It was only a few more hours before morning, so I hoped to hold it until then… but if my body already decided to wake me up for it, I was very near my limit. “Merci… Merci…” I called out to her quietly, to not wake up our neighbors. It was futile but I did not have much else to do in that situation.
I kept holding it for the next dozen or so minutes and the discomfort was making it impossible to fall back asleep. After confirming once more that Merci was not going to wake up, I gave up and let it go, wetting the bed.
It was so stupid… With my bladder empty, my head became clear and I realized that I made my situation way worse. Yeah, I no longer needed to use the toilet, but I was still restrained to a pee-soaked bed. It probably would not have actually been that hard to hold it for a few more hours, as I did that a few times before, during holiday trips with my family. I was quickly punished by my stupidity, as the urine got cold after a few minutes, adding to the discomfort and was probably going to make me end up with a rash on my crotch, thighs and butt in the morning. I doubted that it could get worse but I was too tired to think much about it and forced myself to go back to sleep despite the disgust and humiliation.
“What the fuck?! Hahaha!” I was woken up but Merci’s surprise and laughter. As I groggily opened my eyes, I got blinded by the bright, white light of the phone camera’s flash. This bitch… My duvet was already pulled out of the way, clearly revealing big, dark stains on my bed and my pants’ crotch. “Steffi, you are such a complete loser. You wet your bed the first night away from home, how pathetic can you get?”
“How could I go to the bathroom, when I was tied to the bed…?” I said, while clenching my teeth in anger.
“Mhm, sure. Because a grown male can’t hold it for a few hours, tsk…” She scoffed. “I guess we will have to find a solution for your bedwetting problems… and buy a new mattress… But first, let’s get you out of all those straps, our first classes start soon.”
Merci grabbed some sort of a strong magnet and one by one touched each part of the restrains. Each time, a distinct CLICK informed that the locking pin was pulled away and the belts holding me down were loosened.
“Clean up and put your uniform on, I will help you with getting your make-up later.” She ordered.
I saw nothing wrong with agreeing to this, as I really needed to take a shower after wetting myself. When I was done washing up, I exited the bathroom and Merci went in, to do her own morning routine. I checked my bags, eventually finding the package with my uniform. Months passed since I received it but I was too afraid to unpack it until now.
Taking out the clothing… it turned out to be quite simple. It consisted of a white, buttoned shirt with short sleeves, a black pencil-skirt with a leg-slit running half of the way on the side, a belt, some simple pantyhose and a pair of feminine, black, leather loafers.
It felt a bit strange for a university of fashion to restrict the clothing of its students but I guessed they wanted them to focus on learning first as the life outside of the school grounds was probably giving everyone many opportunities to practice.
I started with the pantyhose, sitting down and slowly pulling it up my legs. It was not as easy as putting on the lubricated latex but I eventually managed to get it up to my pelvis, where the chastity cage was making a small tent. Next, I grabbed the shirt. After buttoning it, I realized that it was not even long enough to cover my bellybutton. Maybe they sent me the wrong size? Then, it was time for the skirt. It was a bit short and forced me to choose between pulling it higher, to cover my belly, or leaving it lower, to cover more of my legs. As I already had pantyhose on, I opted for the first option, pulling the skirt high enough for me to tuck my shirt into it. After fixing it in place with the belt, I noticed that the skirt’s leg-slit was now at my crotch, so any wrong move could reveal my underwear to others. Finally, I stepped into the black, leather loafers and felt that they were uncomfortable and definitely meant for women. Who would expect?
Just as I was done, Merci exited the bathroom, already wearing the same uniform… Almost the same, as instead of loafers, she decided to wear her own, black platform boots. Of course, she had a latex catsuit under her clothes, that time she chose a lemon-yellow color for it and it perfectly contrasted with her purple hair… Huh… It looked like the learning tapes were already bringing me some results.
Merci’s hair was already styled in her classic twin-tail drills and bangs and her face already had her whore-ish make-up on. Like a few months ago, she sat me down and covered my face with thick layers of make-up, making me end up with the same bimbo style as her. When I looked in the mirror, we looked like something between flight attendants, slutty secretaries and cheap prostitutes. Of course, like before, we were almost exact clones of each other, if judging by the face alone.
“You are rocking that look, Steffi!” She gave me a compliment that I never wanted to receive.
We looked at the clock and realized that we really had to hurry to get to the university on time. We grabbed our bags and rushed out.
The classes on the first day were mostly introductory, exchanging names and explaining the curriculum we were going to go through. Almost all students were female, with some very girly or gay guys scattered here and there. When the student presence was checked, obviously the feminine version of my name was being called out.
Thankfully, Merci was still just first year, so I only had to share one third of the classes with her. However, during those that we had together, she would always heavily insist on sitting next to me. Surprisingly, she seemed
During one of such classes, the teacher asked for a volunteer, to present on them the correct technique of styling the eyebrows. As expected, no one was interested in being put in front of the whole class during their first day in at university.
I was doing my best to avoid making the eye-contact with the middle-aged teacher. After checking the notes in my notebook, rearranging my pens and pencils and doing other pointless stuff, I looked at Merci’s hands, as she was playing with her nails. When she noticed that I was looking, she smiled and snapped her fingers.
For some strange reason, I suddenly felt the need to shyly lift up my hand and say: “Yes, Miss! I will be happy to...” What the fuck have I said and done and why?!
“I love your enthusiasm, dear!” The teacher, who was starting to get disappointed, said loudly with a newfound energy, as someone finally agreed to assist her. “Come here, no need to be shy. So far you are the bravest in this class.” She threw a judging glance at the rest of the students, who just ignored her or shrugged. “Tell me your name, so I can mark you for participation.”
Huh, a bit of humiliation for a better grade later… not the worst exchange. “I’m Steph…” I tried to say my name… but some feeling in the back of my head stopped me. “S-Steffi…” It was the only version of my name that managed to pass though my lips. I was really grateful for all the make-up that Merci plastered on me in the morning, as it was probably doing a great job of hiding my completely red face.
“Hmm…” She checked the list, looking for the name. “…ah, right, Stephanie! I will make sure to make a note that you go by ‘Steffi’.” The woman said and wrote it down on the list. I could hear some quiet giggles coming from Merci and some other students.
As I already agreed for some reason, I was forced to come out in front of the whole class and sit down on the chair that the teacher prepared. She grabbed a pair of tweezers and a non-toxic highlighter and began comparing the different styles, drawing and erasing them on my face. Eventually she started explaining which shapes fit which types of faces.
Finally, she asked me, if I wanted to actually have my eyebrows reshaped by her. It was my way out. When I was about to say ‘no’, I heard the sound of Merci snapping her fingers again. “Yes, Miss… I will be happy to...” I said those words again but shyly and quietly.
The teacher did not need any further encouragement and started plucking out the hair, to give my eyebrows feminine curves. To not waste the time of the rest of the class, she explained the best methods of doing it quickly and painlessly, while not taking any breaks from working on me.
The bell finally rang, notifying everyone about the end of the classes for that day but I had to stay a while to avoid being left with my brows half-done. Merci obviously did not wait for me, so I was sitting completely alone with the teacher for some time. She congratulated me on how brave I was for not only volunteering on my first day but also on going to the university as a girl. I did thank her for the treatment and her words… but it was difficult to take the completely undeserved compliment.
When I was finally ready to leave, about half-hour had passed. I walked back to the flat, as quickly as possible, while trying to avoid people. When I got to the building, I saw that Merci somehow already managed to throw out the dirty mattress and leave it by the dumpster. After climbing the steps and entering our tiny apartment, I saw Merci, lying on her latex bed and playing with her phone. On my bed however, something else was lying… A big package of something named ‘Puffy Paradise’. Coming closer, I could see that those were some heavily absorbent diapers, meant for teenagers with bedwetting problems.
“Uhm… why?” I asked sheepishly.
Merci looked up to me from her phone and lifted one brow in confusion. “What do you mean ‘WHY’?” Yeah… it was a dumb question… “First of all, you wet the bed, so you obviously need them. Second of all, I just want you to wear them and that should be enough of a reason. Third and probably most important… I threw out all of your underwear, so you now have no choice but wear diapers daily. Not only when sleeping but also when going out.”
She could not expect me to go to the university with them on… While skirts are usually good at hiding things under them, the tight pencil-skirt of the uniform was going to make it almost obvious that I have a diaper. If the bulging skirt would somehow not be enough of a hint, the highly placed leg-slit was going to straight away reveal it to anyone, who looked at me from the side. Maybe… just maybe I could cover the opening by holding my bag there… but it was going to be a futile effort in a long run.
I very soon found out that it was not a joke. Bulging diapers practically became a new part of my uniform. No, I almost never used them, with a few exceptions during being restrained at night. Nothing was stopping me from just going to the bathroom during the day, so I was dry and clean almost all the time. However, other people were noticing my unusual underwear and gave me looks ranging from wholesome smiles of understanding to clear disgust.
True to her words, Merci helped me to keep the hygiene of my privates in check. However, her method of doing so was strange to say the least. She took my chastity cage off every week but I fist had to be blindfolded and with arms handcuffed behind my back each time. There was no need for her to use that extra security, as she had enough blackmail to ruin my whole life if she ever wished to do so… but I was not going to argue with her. Every so often, after she was done cleaning me, I felt as if the chastity was getting heavier… but it probably was just caused by the contrast from being unlocked for cleaning, as the cage looked exactly the same the whole time.
One of my first tests at the university required us to do our own make-up within a limited time, so I was forced to practice a lot with Merci and with internet tutorials, when she was busy. I eventually started to be good at it and could do my own, decent make-up daily but Merci would always force her ‘help’ on me, if she decided that I did not look slutty enough.
With my normal clothes still being ‘lost’, I had ask Merci to borrow me some, when I wanted to go out, and she surprisingly was more than happy for me to wear whatever she had. Thanks to the tapes that I kept listening to during sleep, it was almost natural for me to match different clothes into really nice fits… Nice for a girl… but everyone treated me like one, so I could as well play along.
Merci was kind enough to make my lunches, so I did not have to look for work and focus on studying. Though, when I ate them, I sometimes felt my skin itch, especially around the chest. I assumed it was just some sort of minor allergic reaction but free food was free food and it did not bother me too much.
Even as months went by, I kept being reluctant to participate as a volunteer but each time Merci snapped her fingers I felt a short burst of needing to comply with whatever was asked of me. It was really strange… but I always forgot to confront her about that, as I was overwhelmed with the humiliation of receiving treatments during classes.
Most of the treatments were not that bad… but I always regretted them afterwards. For example, my face was used to show some different styles of make-up… what meant that my normal make-up had to be removed face, revealing to my classmates that I was actually a boy.
Another time, I had my hair styled in some different ways and everyone agreed that I should keep my bright, blonde, long hair as low, side pigtails, kept in front, on my chest. Every morning, Mercy was certain to force me to comb my hair that humiliating, childish way.
Worst of it all however, was laser hair removal. I did not have much body-hair to begin with but there was something dooming in knowing that my completely smooth body was going to stay that way forever. I thought I would die of embarrassment, when the teacher told me to show my almost naked body in front of the other students, with my diaper covered only by a small towel. Thankfully, the class was already over, when she got to working on my pelvis, but she obviously noticed my chastity cage. She did not comment it in any way; she just gave me a smile and a pat on the head…
It was about a half-year mark. When I was going through Merci’s clothes, to pick something out for the weekend, I found something unexpected… a chastity cage. It looked exactly the same as the one she used on me… but I was still wearing mine. I guessed that she probably had it as a backup or maybe had some guy in mind, so I continued doing my business… when I found another cage. It also looked exactly the same… but was noticeably heavier, when compared to the first one.
Inspecting it more closely, I saw that while the outside was the same, it had thicker walls, making the space inside way smaller… Oh no… Was it the reason, why my cage kept getting heavier and was as tight as on the first day, despite all these months with it on? I compared the cages I found with the one I wore… and the one on me was the heaviest, allowing me only to imagine how tiny the interior was.
There was nothing I could do about it at the moment and I had an appointment made with one of my classmates, so I was forced to put it away and ignore it for the time being. Of course, it was impossible to not think about it over the next few days.
About a week after my discovery, when I one day returned from classes, I entered our flat and saw that Mercy dosed off in the middle of the day, while studying for an exam… It was my only chance. I had to see it for myself. I took off my shoes, to make less noise, and quietly crept closer. She always had my keys with her, sometimes in pockets, sometimes as jewelry. Thankfully, today she wore them on a necklace. After carefully undoing her silver necklace, I gently took the keys, went to the bathroom and locked the door.
The anxiety was killing me. I put the tiny key in the lock and twisted it, separating the two parts of the chastity. I was very afraid to look but I glanced at my genitals after pulling the cage away. My whole body froze and tears started to gather in my eyes. It could not be true.
My penis never was big… but I liked to consider myself ‘average’. However, what I saw could hardly even be called ‘small’. My dick was tiny and shriveled. I grabbed it between two fingers and tried to stroke it… but it was not even getting hard. To make it all worse, there suddenly was some heavy knocking on the door, followed by tugging on the doorknob.
“Open the door, Steffi.” Merci said in calm and serious tone. I started straight-up crying, knowing how big of a mess I got myself in. “Open the door, right now.” She repeated and snapped her fingers… she was right, I should open it. Just as I unlocked it, she bursted inside, clearly pissed about what I have done.
“Put that cage back on.” She ordered and snapped her fingers again, my body forcing me to blindly follow her command, locking my member back in the hellish device.
“Strip.” Another snap and I was naked before I knew it.
“Diaper on.” My body followed the command.
“Go to bed.” SNAP “You have no idea, how mad I am right now. You are going to sleep early, I have something big in mind to prepare for your punishment tomorrow.” She quickly restrained me to my bed. Each time I tried to fight back, she just snapped her fingers, forcing me to comply.
She left me there, as she grabbed her back and went god-knows-where. It was still just afternoon and I was panicking heavily, so it was tough for me to fall asleep. Every few hours I would wake up to see that she still was not back. The whole night passed and I was woken up by her returning in the early Saturday morning.
My diaper was obviously soaked after spending over a dozen hours in bed but she did not let me change. After releasing me from the restraints, she just put a second diaper over the first one and tossed me a bundle of clothes to put on.
However, after checking what she wanted me to wear, it was obvious that I could not possibly put it on myself without her aid. I agreed without her needing to use the hypnotic trigger she implanted in me with the ‘learning tapes’ but asked her for help with figuring all that stuff out.
First, there was a transparent, latex catsuit with attached gloves and socks and with two zippers at crotch and back. It was quite obvious, as I wore a similar one before… and ended up in all this trouble because of it… That time however, I was not naked and needed a lot of help with pulling it over my double-diapered butt. Eventually, we managed to zip it up. My skin was clearly visible through the transparent surface but the latex added a bit of shine to it, making my clean skin appear slightly artificial.
Next, there was a pair of pink, latex bloomers. They were easy to put on and did a great job at covering the diapers but they were just as if not more embarrassing, as they had many cute, little, white bows glued to every reasonable place.
Then was the tricky part… a very puffy, rubbery, pink dress with a skirt so short and spread out that it would not hide my underwear at all and might as well be called a tutu. On the other hand, the sleeves of the dress were long and had very puffy shoulders. The dress also had a high, uncomfortable-looking collar and was decorated with a sea of humiliating, white ruffles.
No, the dress itself was not the tricky part. The real problem was the pink, latex… straightjacket, which Merci wanted me to wear together with the dress. She lubbed up my rubber-covered arms, to avoid the latex getting stuck on latex, and fed them through the sleeves of the straightjacket. After zipping up the back zipper, she fed some thick, rubbery straps inside the front of my bloomers, pulling them out at the back, securing the straightjacket around my crotch. She left my arms still untied and once again lubbed them up, before forcing them inside the sleeves of the humiliating dress.
After zipping the dress up, she grabbed the straightjacket straps that were peeking out of the sleeves and pulled them around me, forcing me to give myself a hug. When she secured the straps in place, it was almost impossible to tell that I was restrained. I just looked like a kid, who was making a fuss.
To finish the outfit, she added some final touches. She put some very thick, pink booties on my legs, making my feet extremely warm and heavy. She wrapped and strapped a baby bonnet on my head. Finally, a pacifier was put in my mouth. She attached an inflation bulb to it and gave it a few squeezes, inflating the pacifier inside my mouth, gagging me and making it impossible to spit it out.
Of course, she took many pictures of her finished work and then forced me to follow her outside out tiny flat. Walking down the steps in my new booties felt extremely dangerous and I could not use my arms to balance or hold the rail. At least Merci was there, tightly holding me by my shoulders.
When we reached the ground floor, I witnessed what else she had prepared for me… a baby stroller but big enough to fit me. It was very open, meaning that everyone was going to be able to see me. She led me to it and up close I could see that it had many straps to hold me down. What was worse however was an anal plug lying in the middle of the seat. It’s size was a bit scary but it also had some rubber tube and electric wires connected to it.
Mercy lowered my bloomers a bit, unzipped the crotch-zip of my catsuit, lubbed up the plug and snapped her fingers, ordering me to sit. It took a bit of maneuvering around to feed it through the leg-hole of my double-diaper and up my butt but she somehow managed it. After strapping me down tightly, she began pushing the stroller, leading me out of the building we lived in.
None of our neighbors saw that… but many other people were about to, as she was pushing the stroller in the direction of our university’s campus. To my horror, I felt light electric shocks around my anus and they were slowly getting stronger. A moment later, I noticed that with each turn of the stroller’s wheels, the plug inside my butt inflated slightly.
After only about one hundred feet, I wanted to cry from the pain and pressure inside me but both kept increasing. At more or less two hundred feet mark, the plug reached its maximum capacity and… all of the air was let out, only to slowly start inflating again. The electric shocks followed suit, growing to unbearable level and going back to just tickling, only to grow again, as the stroller was pushed.
It was awful but at least that system was enough of a distraction, to keep me from thinking about all the people passing by, who said many comments about me and sometimes stopped to take pictures.
I noticed that we were already exiting the campus and going into the city. I heard Merci thanking people for liking her ‘baby’ but kept completely ignoring my discomfort.
We were traveling that way for probably about an hour, when Merci finally stopped the stroller. I looked up, to see where we were and it turned out that we arrived at a tattoo parlor… There was pure terror in my eyes but I could not do anything about it.
She rolled the stroller inside. The owner of the establishment was a bit surprised but smiled, as he probably had to deal with other strange things before. Merci showed him some tattoo project that she had in mind, making him slightly impressed. After exchanging a few questions, the owner asked me. “Are you sure, you want to go through with all this?!”
Merci deflated and took out my pacifier. I was about to deny and screamed for help… but she snapped her fingers and all that came out was… “Yes, Mister! I will be happy to...”
The little devil re-gagged me, before I could explain myself and the man started preparing his equipment. Almost all of my body was covered, so I was not sure, what they could be planning. To my horror, the needle of the tattoo gun went straight for my face. It was not as painful, as I expected it to be… but I certainly was not looking forward to having something stuck on my face for the rest of my life.
It took him a long while but when he was done… Merci stepped in and started applying my make-up… She was sure to take her time but they eventually held a mirror, to let me see my face. To my relief, nothing was that much of the ordinary. I could not even see any tattoo, just the typical bimbo make-up that Merci always enforced on me.
Then… Merci took out some cotton balls and make-up remover. She slowly removed all of the cosmetics from my face and the two held up the mirror again… My reflection… was a complete disaster. At first it just looked as if Merci removed just half of my make-up… but I soon realized, that she removed all of it and the rest of it was the tattoo.
My lips had their normal, natural shade… but there was a thick, bright, pink contour tattooed around them, making it look way worse than no lipstick at all. The skin around my right eye was dyes with a dark shadow, while the left one had nothing and my left cheek had a light blush, while the right one was completely pale. I wanted to cry but I felt like I already had no tears left. I looked like a half-finished coloring book of some lazy, uninspired child. From now on, I could only choose if I wanted to look like a complete bimbo or some ridiculous clown.
“Almost every other day I had to correct your make-up to have it proper… now you will actually do your best to match the perfection I set up for you.” Merci explained the reasoning behind the current fate that she just forced on me. “Sure, I could just ask to have the whole make-up tattooed on… but I didn’t want to take the fun of using cosmetics away from you.”
Unfortunately, our visit was not over. Merci released me from the devious stroller and ordered me to climb up onto the table, with my butt held up in the air. The shop’s owner showed me a wide, metal ring. It was slightly bigger than the one around my balls and had some holes all along the surface. He did not explain anything but he did not have to, as a few seconds later I felt my anus being held wide open. Then, I felt a series of over a dozen sharp pricks, as the wide, metal ring was anchored tightly in place by the piercings.
Finally, I was ordered to lie down on my back. After the owner quickly poked a Prince Albert piercing in my penis, Marcy gave the man a very long but thin, tube made of rubber and metal with some holes on both ends and a small, metal cap on one end. The owner grabbed my tiny, shriveled penis with two fingers, pulled my foreskin out of the way and began inserting the catcher down my urethra. The sturdy tube made me feel as if I was peeing but reversed. When the metal cap covered the head of my penis, I could feel the catcher reach my bladder.
My urine started flowing out without control but all of it ended up in my already soaked diaper. After the stream ceased, the man wiped my tiny with a towel and finished his job, by attaching the tiny catcher-chastity with a piercing and applying some metal solder to make sure it stays in place for a long time.
When I realized that from that point on I actually had to completely depend on my diapers, it was too much for me. I started crying and trashing around but the pacifier and straightjacket kept me quiet and harmless.
The tattoo parlor’s owner helped Merci put me back in the modified stroller. She paid him and rolled me out of the shop, with my face covered in tears and half-done make-up.
Yeah… I probably went a bit too far… but hey, at least from then, that loser no longer had no illusions of having a chance at being with my big sis.
I forced him into chastity. I put female hormones in his food every day. I hypnotized him to be my bitch. I shrank his penis into a tiny little clitty. I made him completely incontinent and I made him look like a freak for the rest of his life.
Best of it all? He had nothing to lose or gain from the very beginning, as my big sis never even saw him, as her boyfriend… For Rachel, he was just some kid or maybe even a pet, who was there just to be her cuddle toy, when she felt lonely after work.
After the tattoo shop visit… Steffi got completely miserable… but it wasn’t something that a bit more brainwashing couldn’t fix. He already knew all the basics needed for the university and already understood that all those tapes were just hypnosis anyway, so there was no point in holding back anymore.
I brainwashed him to associate girly colors and humiliating clothes with happiness… Then, I altered his speech pattern, to make him talk like the sissy he was… Finally, I rewired him to take insults as compliments.
As the months went by, Steffi kept doing really well at his classes, mainly thanks to his good reputation among teachers, as he volunteered and participated very often.
The female hormones were doing wonders on him and his chest was soon way bigger than mine. It did make me a bit jealous… but at the same time… kind of proud. After all, all that was happening to him so far was purely under my guidance.
The university finals were nearing in. While it was just my first year, Steffi was technically having his last, so he had to sign up for some sort of project to get his major in Fashion and Beauty.
For some reason, he decided that he wanted to make an essay on ‘Predictions about the Future Trends in the Modern Fashion’ with the main focus on using currently unconventional materials. While most marks were given for the essay itself, there was an option of getting additional points for making some clothes and presenting them publicly in front of all the other students during the end-of-the-year mini fashion-show, which apparently was a long-time tradition at our university.
When he asked me to help him with ordering some latex and other supplies for his project… for some reason I was more than happy to fund the whole thing for him and see what his broken, brainwashed mind could come up with. I just asked him to tell me, when he worked on it, to make sure I wasn’t going to spoil myself the surprise.
A few more months had passed. I messed up some of my finals but Steffi excelled in all of his tests and even helped me with learning for the second terms of the exams I failed, while he was still working on his big thing.
Finally, after all the anticipation, it was time for the closing ceremony of the academic year. Of course, it had so begin with some pointless speech from the headmistress and a few songs sung by the university’s choir but the ceremony eventually arrived at the fashion-show part of the thing.
Some solemn song started playing from the speakers and the first girl walked out to show off her creation… a dress made out of trash-bags. “Wow, you can’t get less original than that, bravo…” After she went up and down the catwalk, she disappeared behind the curtains.
Then, the sad shit was replaced by some weird electronic music and a girl wrapped up in tinfoil and LED lights presented her ‘sci-fi’ creation… “Someone here really has no self-awareness…”
The fashion show continued and most of the shown clothes were either dumb or completely uninspired and accompanied by some trashy music that no one in the world liked.
That’s why I was surprised, when I heard a cover of my favorite Pink Pill’s song. From behind the curtains came Steffi… dressed in one of the most ridiculous, humiliating and… impressive outfits I had seen.
Even though he already had some boobs of his own, he was wearing my skin-colored, latex catsuit with inflatable chest. The same one, which started all of this, when I caught him wearing it.
However, it was far from all. On top of the shiny skin, he was rocking a blue and white, rubbery, Victorian-styled dress. Its puffy shoulders were filled up with air and the long skirt also appeared to be heavily inflated spreading out to the sides, while forcing him to keep his legs closely together.
No, it was far from being modest. The dress had a very low cleavage, which proudly exposed the balloon-like boobs that were just slightly covered by the clothing.
What’s more, the front of the big, blue skirt had a semi-transparent, white section. Anyone, who was directly in front of him, could almost clearly see that he put a very thick diaper over the catsuit. Being in the front row, I could easily tell, that it was used.
In his hands, there was a blue, shiny parasol, generously covered in white ruffles. He was clinging to it tightly, as he shyly walked down the stage. The accessory was protecting his head from the early summer sun.
As he arrived at the front end of the catwalk, he moved the parasol out of the way, revealing his face. He was obviously spotting the classic bimbo-ish make-up that was tattooed on his skin. However, his long pigtails were dyed in the same shade of bright pink as his lips.
When one of the students next to me said “What a fucking freak…” with a clear disgust on her face, I elbowed her side and have her a ‘shut up or choke on your own teeth’ stare. No, she wasn’t wrong. Steffi was a complete sissy loser… but he… no, SHE was MY sissy loser and I wasn’t going accept my personal dolly being ridiculed or abused by anyone but me…
THE END