Archive-name: Control/lilone3.txt
Archive-author: Robin Ecker
Archive-title: Little One 3 - Making of a Sissy Baby


     "It's been one hell of a month!" Janet complained to the Blonde. 
"I've put up with Little One's whims and wishes till I've had almost
enough.  I hate that male bastard!! Are we ready to put phase two into
operation yet!"  

     "Yes, dear, we are.  In fact we will today.  I've had my operative in
accounting, Roger, doctor his expense records so it appears he has 
embezzled over $40,000 during the past year.  You may turn the tables on
him today, if you wish."  

     "With pleasure!" Janet smirked   "I've had him pawing me, making
sexual overtures."  

     "But dear, that's exactly what I wanted.  I want you to resent this
man. I want you to ENJOY dominating him!  It stimulates your creativity.
One must know submission to be a truely great dominant."  

     "I don't know about that.  You're not the one hoisting your skirts for
that idiot!"  Janet fumed.  

     "True.  But it is over now.  You begin taking control today.  
     -  LATER............  

     "Janet, get your bla...., get your butt in here right now!" you
screamed over the intercom.    

     "Yes, 'sir'," she responded, quickly entering your executive office
with her note pad in hand.  She was wearing a dark blue, tailored suit
today, with sheer nylons and white high heel pumps.  She still looked prim
and  proper, even after a month with you!  
     "Lock the door, Janet.  You know the drill by now!"  

     She locked the door, and then took a seat in front of your polished
executive desk, her lovely legs primly crossed at the ankle.  "Yes, sir.  
What exactly is it that you need?"  Her voice dripped with sarcasm.  

     "It's not what I NEED, Janet, its what I WANT.  I WANT you, you little
black bitch!  Now I'd like you to take off that skirt so as I can see  what
you've got on today."  

     "No.  Not today, Little One." she smiled.  

     "Little One??" what are you talking about, get your skirt off!"  

     "No.  You see, I'm too busy thinking about how you'll enjoy your stay
in prison....that is, after they take you away from here in handcuffs."  

     Janet proceeded to explain how she engineered what appeared to be a
case of massive fraud against you.  You examined the documents and knew you
wouldn't stand a chance of getting out of this one.  She had been too
careful.    

     "You'll never get away with this!" you begin to protest, but it does
no good.  

     "Too bad Little One.  Now, be a good "BABYKINS" and let MOMMIE JANET
enjoy the moment.  

     Suddenly, you experience an uncontrollable urge..."no, this is
stupid.." to..."Oh my God!"  You were unable to stop.  You had absolutely
no control! You were helplessly wetting your expensive Brooks Bros.
trousers!!  

     "Oh My!  I...oh...please, don't just stand there!!! Do something!" you
scream, shocked and embarrassed by your actions!  "janet!  I...er...I don't
know what happened!!  Please help me!" you begged.  

     "What should I do, Little One?  Change and diaper you?  You little
sissy.  My big, tough cocksman, standing there in wet pants!  How could  I
ever have been intimidated by you!  I'll even bet wetting your pants
excites you, doesn't it?  You'd you like me to change and diaper you like a
SISSY BABY???  Well, SISSY BABY??"  

     By now you had stopped wetting and were totally humiliated, standing
there in soaking wet trousers.  

     "Do you want to be my little SISSY BABY?  Is that what you want,
Little One?  To be diapered and pantied like a SISSY BABY?" she laughed.  

     "SISSY BABY!!!!" Oh NO!!! Your hands went to your wet crotch and
immediately found a rock hard erection.  In a crazed frenzy you began
stroking your erect penis and within seconds started shooting hot cum into
your soiled underpants.  

     "SLEEP BABY" commanded Janet, leading you down to the floor.  "Things
are about to change quite drastically, Little One.  Starting with those wet
trousers."  Janet walked over to your desk and dialed a number in
Acounting. "Hi Roger.  Yes, Little One is fast asleep. Come on up.  I can't
wait to show you Little One's new wardrobe!"  

     -----  

     Peacefully, if suddenly, asleep. You had no idea your humiliating
state was on display to the man you used to ridicule. 

     "Oh my! He IS a mess!" giggled Roger. "Poor little dear is wet and
icky! That will never do! We must get our little darling into dry diddies."

     "Exactly," cooed Janet, as she produced two suitcase filled with very
special clothes for her "little one." "Like to see his new outfits?" 

     Roger couldn't wait to see them. He was almost beside himself with
glee as he picked through the feminine contents. There were panties,
nylons, garter belts, baby dolls, and petticoats. All tended toward frilly,
pastel colors, with an occasional naughty black lace item. Holding up a
delicate pair of sheer, black lace crotchless panties he giggled, "Slutty,
very slutty! Only a cocksucking little slut would wear something like
this!" 

     "Do you really think so," shot back Janet, with a straight face.
"Hmmmm," she carefully examined the black panty, "that IS a thought! I
think he'd do very well as a little cocksucking slut. But let's not forget
about that virgin little rose bud he's been sitting on!" 

     "Dear yes," laughed Roger, "better order a couple of tubes of KY Jelly
for our little girl, for when 'he' has his cumming out party!" 

     "Take a look in the second suitcase, Roger. We're going to start
Little One out at a somewhat younger age. It will be a bit before he's
ready for black lace and nylons." 

     "Oh, Janet, you didn't tell me he was into baby girl drag too!" Roger
laughed as he picked up a frilly pink baby bonnet specially tailored to
adult size. Holding up a pair of pink nylon panties, very full cut and
dripping with white ruffled lace, "He'll look adorable in these! He'll be
so mad he'll just piss!" 

     "That's why I'm also pinning him into a nice fluffy diaper." kidded
Janet. "As a matter of fact, I signed him up for the "Little Princess
Diaper Service" to make sure he always has plenty of fresh, pink diapers!" 

     "Oh, a BABY girl! I adore it! That will drive him crazy!" vamped
Roger. 

     "Ah huh, sugar and spice and diaper him twice! Now lets dispose of his
silly male clothes. I want him stripped completely before I apply the
dilatory to get rid of all that nasty male body hair!" 

     They stripped you of your male clothes and carefully applied a lotion
to remove all your mail body hair. Roger sprinkled a mixture of baby powder
and itching powder over your bottom before pinning a pink flannel diaper in
place. 

     He delighted in Janet's choice of lingerie and pulled the adult sized
rumba panty over your diaper. Rows of white ruffled lace against the pink
nylon of the panty would have caused most little girls to swoon with
delight. Most males would be embarrassed enough to purchase the juvenile
panty for a child, let alone be forced to parade about wearing one. 

     The rest of the outfit was, in Roger's terms, "outrageous......" 

      You woke up in a daze, but immediately realized that a great many
things had changed! Your hands were secured behind your back with stainless
steel handcuffs, and you heard the soft rustle of taffeta as you tried to
stand up.... 

     "Well, Little One is finally awake, what do you think of your new
outfit?" smirked Janet. 

     You felt shock and horror...and arousal...as you realized what she had
done! You were dressed in an exceptionally frilly little girl style sailor
suit dress!! 

     The white dress, with powder blue piping, was trimmed in eyelet lace.
Little blue anchors adorned the jumper collar, and the ultra-short skirt
spread wide, like an umbrella, with starchy white crinoline petticoats
billowing out beneath like a tutu. You felt completely exposed....and you
were! 

     You expensive male haircut was covered under a "curly top" wig
complete with sausage curls and reminiscent of Shirley Temple. 

     It was the most feminine dress you could imagine, made all the more
embarrassing since it was a juvenile parody of a male sailor's uniform! The
choice couldn't have been more humiliating for you. 

     Your ruffled, pastel pink panty was completely visible beneath the
childish petticoats! Worse yet, it was quite apparent from the well padded
panty seat, that you were obviously wearing a DIAPER! 

     You wobbled to your feet as you tried to stand, and saw you were
wearing white baby shoes and little lace trimmed ankle sox. 

     "what have you done....please get me out of this..." You were
horrified and also terribly excited at the same time. Was this a dream or
nightmare come true? To make matters worse, you felt an itchy, irritation
around your crotch, but the handcuffs made any scratching impossible. 

      "Hush, Little One, or Mommie Janet will have to take you over my knee
and spank her little baby." Janet giggled as she inspected her handiwork.
"Oh, I almost forgot, what's a baby girl without a precious little baby
bonnet." She held up a frilly pink baby bonnet and placed it on your head,
tying in in place with a large pink satin bow. 

     You began to get angry, and advanced on Janet in a menacing manner.
"What's the meaning of this? If this is a joke, it isn't funny!" 

     But your bluster had absolutely no effect on her. 

     "My, my, doesn't my little baby look precious! No, you are the joke,
Sissy Baby. My precious little SISSY BABY, all pretty as a picture in his
little girl's skirt and ruffled panty. You, LITTLE ONE, are the joke, my
joke!" 

     You reacted to the key words and immediately grew a painfully hard
erection, but with your hands cuffed behind your back, you couldn't reach
your hard-on. The itching seemed worse too! Janet laughed as you tried to
rub your legs together -- doing a ridiculous little dance -- in a vain
attempt to stimulate your itching cock. You had no idea WHY, but you had
the irresistible urge to cum in your diaper!! 

     "Does my SISSY BABY want to cum in HER widdle diaper?" she asked. 

     "yes...please..anything...yes..." you whispered, you needed relief!
You squirmed, rubbed your legs together, and your petticoats bobbed up and
down exposing your pantied and diapered condition. 

     "Good," she smirked, as she stood infront of you. She gently lifted
your skirt and petticoat, completely revealing the bulging front of your
well padded panty. 

     "Oh, good. I see you approve of your new outfit. You are an adorable
little sissy, Little One. I never would have suspected how frilly little
dresses and panties would have such an effect on such a big, strong man.
Your little 'stiffie' is so precious!" 

     The sensation was unbelievable as she gently stroked your 'stiffie'
through the panty, making you so excited there were tears of frustration in
your eyes. "Little One seems to like his little diddies, he has a nice
little stiffie poking up in them. You helpless little SISSY BABY." 

     But she would not let you cum just yet. Gently grabbing you through
the panty and diaper, she led you toward the couch. 

     "Good, come over to Mommie Janet and sit on my lap, Little One." 

     You waddled after her to the couch and Janet swept back her skirt,
revealing her long, luscious legs. She indicated you should sit on her lap.
You would do anything for relief from that raging erection. 

     Sitting on your petticoat caused the front of the starchy garment to
flip up, completely revealing your pantied and diapered status. 

     Mortified, but powerless to fight the erotic suggestion of SISSY BABY
you pleaded for her to make you cum. Then you heard a knock at the door. 

     "Yes," replied Janet, "who is it?" 

     "It is I, Roger, from accounting," came the falsetto sing-song reply,
"open up or I'll huff and puff and blow your house down." 

     "God! No!" Not HIM!!" you pleaded with Janet as you sat on her lap.
"Don't let that little faggot see me like this!!" 

     Letting Janet see you like this was one thing, but not Roger. Not when
dressed like a simpering little toddler! 

     "Ok, SISSY BABY, it's up to you. If you want to cum, you'll have to
personally invite him into your new nursery, do you understand, SISSY
BABY??" 

     Tears in your eyes, the SISSY BABY code word created an irresistible
urge for orgasmic relief! Crying in shame, you nodded your hear for Janet
to let Roger come into your office. "No, Little One, you must ask him to
enter. And do so in a little SISSY BABY voice." 

     "Woger, pwease come in to my owwice, plwease." you lisped, still
helplessly wiggling on Janet's lap. 

     Janet couldn't resist smiling as Roger virtually vamped into the room,
effecting every homosexual stereotype ever invented. 

     Fringing shock and surprise, "Oh dear me!! Welllll, don't WE look
absolutely adorable in our little panties and petti's? That can't be your
big bad macho boss, could it, Janet? He's much too BUTCH to be caught in
little girl drag." 

     Roger was certainly in his element. 

     Janet was openly laughing now. She reached down, pulling back the
elastic of your panty, and her hand went into your diaper. Every so slowly
she gently stroked the shaft of your erect penis. "Yes, he's really not
very 'macho,' unless it's macho to prance around in a little dress and
ruffled panty. 

     You burned with shame, your eyes downcast, but still wiggling around
on Janet's lap trying to achieve sexual relief. 

     "Whatever ARE you doing to our little sissy, Janet. You are going to
make that poor man..I mean, well I guess he's not much of a MAN, what with
wearing a little girl's dress and all....well, with that poor little
sissy's 'tinkle.' You are going to make HER panty all wet and icky!" 

     Burning with shame you moaned and wiggled on Janet's lap as she
stroked your 'tinkle.' You tried to block Roger out of your mind. 

     "Oh no, Roger. Our little sissy doesn't have to worry about wetting
his panty with cum, he's wearing a DIAPER!" Tears of humiliation began to
trickle down your cheek. "Come over and feel." 

     Janet motioned Roger over. She took his hand, pulling back the elastic
of your panty, and guided it into your diaper. "He can cum, or ever piddle
his panty, and stay nice and dry." 

     You winced as Roger reached into your diaper and felt your hairless
state. 

     "Oh a DIAPER! PANTIES AND A DIAPER? How absolutely campy. And I always
thought he was so 'butch' but, he really IS a Sissy!! Perfect! And hairless
too! Coochie coochie coo." teased Roger as he rolled the head of your
'tinkle' between his thumb and forefinger. "Such a good little baby girl,
all nice and smooth, pinned in a fluffy little diaper! And what a precious
little sailor suit! Goes so well with your frilly little panty!" 

     You were dripping pre-cum, and you could feel your 'tinkle' slipping
between Roger's fingers. You were whimpering with shame and excitement,
praying that he would let you orgasm. 

     Roger withdrew his hand and gave your bulging panty a playful squeeze.


     Janet smiled. "You see, Roger, Little One is under a lot of stress.
And you know, if the old days down south, nannies like my grandma used to
pet the 'stiffies' of the little baby boys to keep them cooing and happy.
Just like I'm doing to this little baby." 

     But just before you ejaculated, Janet stopped. "Here Roger, would you
like to nurse him for a while?" 

     "Please don't do that, please Janet! Please let me cum!!" you plead. 

     "Now let me see all of you, you LITTLE SISSY." giggled Roger, knowing
full well that phrase drove you wild with desire. "Can 'she' sing or
dance?" 

     "No! Leave me alone, Get away you little faggot!" 

     Fringing shock, "Calling me a little faggot. Hmmmmm, dearie, I'M not
the one wearing FRILLY BABY PANTIES AND A DIAPER. Now come over and sit on
Roger's lap and we'll give you a little bottle to suck on. And if you are a
good little baby, Roger will change your diddy when you wet." 

     "Fuck you, Roger! Fuck all of you!" you rage. "I'm getting this stuff
off, right now, then I'm going to beat the hell out of each of you!" 

     "Ah huh, Little One is getting nasty, still thinks he's a big, bad
man. Well, go ahead, BABYKINS, let's see just how macho you are." smiled
Janet. 

     "Oh! Noooooooo!!" But it was too late, your erection deflated in an
instant, with pleasure replaced by an uncontrollable urge to urinate. 

     "I think our little girl needs to go potty," smirked Roger, "need to
go wee wee, Little One? Oh DEAR! JANET!!! I think it is too late! Perhaps
you should re-name him 'Lil Miss Piddle Panties'!" 

     You jumped and twisted, trying to hold it, determined not to do this
infront of Roger. "Do you need to go potty, BABYKINS?" asked Janet. 

     Bent over in a cramp. Your hairless legs together, shaking. You felt
the first, awful squirt of hot liquid escape. Crying, legs clamped
together, you started to helplessly wet your diaper. Since the diaper was
only one layer thick soon a wet spot had appeared on your panty seat. A
stream of liquid ran down your hairless legs. YOU WERE WETTING LIKE A BABY!


     Roger giggled with delight. "Oh the big, tough, macho man is wetting
his diaper! How sweet. I may be a 'little fairy' but you are nothing but a
naughty little piddle panty baby! I think Janet ought to keep you in
diapers for weeks, if not months to come!" 

     "I think we can remove the handcuffs from our little sissy. He's not
every going to give either of us any trouble, are you, SISSY BABY?" 

     Again, the erection grew, and you knew you were helplessly in their
power. 

     "Get some wet one's out of the diaper bag, Roger. I'll let you change
our little girl today. That is, if Little One will say please, with sugar
and spice on it." 

     With tears in your eyes you looked over at Roger. You were so helpless
in your droopy wet diaper...."pwease Woger, pwease change my diaper.
pwease, with sugar and spwice?" 

     "Of course! Delighted to change your diaper!! We wouldn't want this
big sissy to get a diaper rash, would we??" 

     You burned with shame as Roger stripped off your wet panty and diaper,
and applied the cool moist towlets to your hairless crotch. Soon Roger had
you pinned in a nice fluffy diaper, and had pulled a new ruffled rumba
panty to your waist. 

     "Janet, how are you ever going to get this big baby back to his
apartment? You don't have any male clothes for him to wear. He certainly
can't leave dressed like this, can he?" 

     "Oh, I think we can come up with something....." 

     She picked up a white, wrap around motorcycle helmet, complete with a
tinted glass visor that would completely concealing the face of the wearer.


     "Here, Little One, put on the helmet. You're going home now. On the
back of Roger's motorcycle. Of course, you can refuse to use the helmet.
You can even choose to wait here through the evening, and let the office
see your pretty new clothes tomorrow morning.....the choice is yours." 

     Thankful of at least some chance to hide your identity, you accepted
the helmet, and followed Janet and Roger out of your office. Since it was
quite late in the evening, all the office personnel were already gone. All
you had to do was get past the security desk to be out of the building... 

     You prayed no one would see you dressed like this. Even though they
couldn't see your face, it was obvious you were a male dressed as a two
year old girl. 

     The elevator opened. Thank God no one was there. Roger and Janet, one
on each of your arms, assisted you inside. You felt completely exposed and
helpless, but at least you were dry. You also hoped no one would notice
your sizable erection, as it butted out the front of your panty. 

     Security! You still had to pass security to get out of the building!
Usually a casual effort, but you had never done it dressed and diapered
like a toddler! 

     "Please no! You can't do this, we have to get past security. No!" 

     "don't worry, Little One," smiled Janet, "I'll take care of security.
The girl on guard tonight is a friend of mine." 

     You waddled quickly to keep up with Roger and Janet. Your little
skirts and petticoats bobbed up and down, exposing your ruffled pantied
bottom. Then you turned the corner and faced the security desk. 

to be continued...
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