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#Post#: 86--------------------------------------------------
$$$ story for Phantom
By: Cya Date: December 10, 2018, 5:04 am
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This is my idea I hear about a abandon warehouse that when
people go in they get lose so I go to check out what is the
mystery about this warehouse I go there at night to found out
what is going on I enter the warehouse but it too dark inside
so I was searching for the switch so I found this big red button
I push it and the light turn on and the machine become a life
and what all this machine and conveyor belt do here what this
warehouse for , when I was walking there is a fly came to me and
shoot a red laser at me from top to botton the machine take all
the details then to mechanical hand grab and strip me then a
screen appeared and show me the details name Samantha gender
female age 4
#Post#: 88--------------------------------------------------
Re: $$$ story for Phantom
By: Cya Date: December 11, 2018, 3:40 am
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On the outskirts of the city lay an old abandoned warehouse.
Normally, such a place would not be the center of rumors or
discussion as such places are typically left to decay and
ignored by all, except for the occasional entrepreneur or land
developer. However, Sam kept hearing stories about people going
into the warehouse, exploring it to get YouTube views, but never
returning from the building.
Sam made the hour drive out to the edge of town where the
decrepit warehouse district stood, abused by time. There was
talking of restoration and rezoning the are, but Sam didn't see
much evidence of any of the talk being put into action. After
cruising the side streets, he finally found the address of the
warehouse and pulled into the parking lot. Before he went into
the building, he gathered up some things, packing a snack and
some supplies into a backpack, just in case he needed them when
he got inside the old industrial building.
Throwing his backpack over his shoulder, Sam looked around the
grounds of the distribution building, noticing a long, rusted
chain link fence that was meant to prevent trespassers from
getter inside the complex. Luckily, one of the the previous
visitors had cut a big hole in the fence which made Sam think
about the rumors once again. Obviously, someone had to of cut
that hole, but did that person use it to leave or did they
really just vanish after they entered the building?
Curiosity ultimately got the better of the young man and he
crouched down, going through the man made breach in the chain
link fence. Once past the metallic barrier, Sam stood up and
surveyed the south side of the building. It looked fairly
average and unassuming. A bank of garage doors were lined up,
probably used to unload and loud goods before the warehouse went
out of business. Near the roof was a row of glass windows,
probably the provide natural light during the day, but they were
utterly useless now since the sun had set, casting the area into
a dimly lit darkness. Only the street lights provided any kind
of light.
Sam pulled out his flashlight, turning it on as he neared a
door. He grabbed the knob, trying to turn it, but it was no use,
the door was locked. "Damn it." He muttered to himself.
Walking around the perimeter of the building wasn't exactly how
the man expected to spend his evening of urban exploration.
Still, it was kind of interesting, but after ten minutes of
walking, and numerous locked doors along the way, he was growing
annoyed. He kicked a random scrap of junk as he continued to
search for another door. Suddenly, a Metallica sound caught his
attention when the useless hunk of scrap hit something that
sounded like it was made of metal. Sam quickly shined his
flashlight towards the source of the sound and found a ladder
that was built into the side of the wall. Following the ladder
with his flashlights, he saw that there was a window that was
open where the ladder stopped.
"That must be how everyone else got in!"
Sam bit down on his small flashlight, holding it in his mouth,
clenched between his teeth and started to climb up the side of
the structure. He took his time, not wanted any of the old steps
on the ladder to break on him. Finally, after what seemed like
an eternity of climbing, Sam had reached the window and slow
brought his legs over the threshold of the window. He tried to
search for a solid surface to step with his foot, but he found
none as his center of gravity shifted and he fell into the
building!
Thankfully, he only fell about three feet, landing on a catwalk,
but the force of the fall caused his flashlight to go flying out
of his mouth and down towards the warehouse's ground floor. A
loud noise, mostly metal clinking around and the sound of glass
shattering, told Sam that his flashlight was basically useless
now.
Even though there was a wall of windows lining the catwalk,
they weren't providing much light and Sam felt like he was blind
inside this massive structure. He could barely see his feet as
he walked forward cautiously. Nearly falling, Sam caught himself
when he came across an area of the walkway that seemed to be no
love there, but as he tested the surface, he found a step and
realized that he had managed to find a staircase. The man hoped
that once he found his way down the stairs, he could get to a
switch that would turn on some lights.
Another five minutes passed as he gingerly made his way down the
stairs and finally stood on the ground of the warehouse. Feeling
a bit more confident, and safe since he was no longer standing,
suspended in the air, only an old catwalk, Sam started feeling
the wall, searching for a light switch or any button that would
turn on the lights. He felt along the wall in the pitch black
darkness, struggling to find anytime resembled a switch. Sudden,
he found a big circular button on the wall and pressed down on
it, hoping that it'd illuminate the building and show him
exactly where he was.
A series of of clicks could be heard as row after row of lights
turned on. One by one, each set of fluorescent lights
illuminated a section of the facility. Each area looked
different, but had an overall theme. A mechanical noise caught
Sam's attention as a continuous assembly line that ran the
entire length of the warehouse building came to life with a
shudder. Sam watched the belt move forward on its own.
"What are all these machines and this conveyor belt for?"
Sam wondered aloud. But at least now he could see everything in
the building, including where he was going as he started walking
away from the button. While he made his way over to a row of
doors, he failed to notice that a red laser beam was scanning
him. Suddenly, a computerized voice came on.
*Subject's Name: Samantha*
"What?!" Sam spun around, looking for the source of the voice.
*Subject's Gender: Female*
*Age of the Subject: Four Years Old*
"Who are you doing talking about?" Sam questioned, still looking
for around.
Slithering down from the rafters of the facility were metallic
tentacles capped off with gloves for hands. Sam was grabbed from
behind and hoisted off of the ground as he kicked in screamed in
shock. The machine ignored his temper tantrum and proceeded to
strip the struggling man of his clothing. His shirt was
literally ripped from his body as two hands tugged at his pants,
yanking them free. Next came his underwear but not without a
fight, Sam grabbed the waistband of his boxes and held tight,
hoping to at least keep the machine's from stealing his last
piece of clothier from him.
However, the machined hands were simply to powerful and won the
impromptu tug of war, shredding the boxer shorts from his thighs
when it over powered Sam's attempting at keeping the shorts. Now
that he was completely ****, he blushed and quickly realized
that the snake like arms were taking him over to the conveyor
belt.
Sam's bare ass was the first to touch the rubbery surface of the
conveyor belt when the hands sat him atop it. The
belt started up once
more, carrying the naked man forward, pulling him deeper into
the sectioned off area. Sam could hear the machine truly turn on
as wheels started to turn and pistons could be heard pounding
away. He was truly in the machine!
Sam tried to jump off of the conveyor belt, but the hands
retrained him and held him in a seated position. He could only
watch,perplexed by the whole situation as another tentacle of
sorts emerged from the roof. With nowhere else to go, he took
the opportunity to study the structure of the machines that had
taken him prisoner.
A gloved hand sat at the end of a snakelike metal tube that
slithered down. The hand at the end of the mechanical appendage
stopped at his chest and reached out. It was so surreal, the
gloves were four-fingered hands, covered by a giant white glove
and looked like something out of a cartoon. Suddenly, the hands
let go of his arms and legs, but before he could move a muscle,
the hand he had been observing had pushed on his chest, sending
him falling on to his back. The man tried to sit up, tried to
fight off the hands, but a set of shackles appeared on the belt,
allowing the mechanical hands to clasp his hands to the belt,
strapping his wrists in place at his sides while a secondary set
of gloved hands restrained his ankles in the same manner. He was
now trapped and at the mercy of this crazy warehouse as he was
pulled into an entrance of sorts.
The enclosed area was illuminated poorly by the light at the end
of the corridor. Same could tell that the walls surrounding him
in this passage were made out of metal due to how they gleamed
by the exit of this odd room. The belt came to an unexpected
stop, causing
Sam's anxiety to build as he grew increasingly nervous by the
rumbling coming from all around him. A voice ordered him to shut
his eyes, but curiosity got the better of the urban
explorer, he watched a panel of red lights pop on as they slowly
worked their way up his body, starting at his feet. Once the
scanner came to about his stomach, he clenched his eyes shut,
hoping that his eye lids would keep his eyes safe from the
impending laser.
In a matter of moments, the scan was finished and a voice told
him to open his eyes. Sam shook his head in shock as he could
feel a cool sensation creep over his legs and much of his body.
Once he emerged from the odd scanning room, he realized that
every hair on his body, save for the hair on his head, had been
removed by the crazy scanner. Staring at his crotch, now devoid
of his once manly bush, he blushed, realizing that he now looked
so much younger. It was odd to see how much difference a few
hairs made.
“I’ve had enough of this!” The man yelled to whoever was
controlling the machine. He figured that, due to the age of the
warehouse, it must've had someone running the machine, at least
he hoped that it was ran by someone and wasn't an automated
process or else he was really screwed. He tried to pull on his
restraints again, but it was no use, he was locked in place and
figured that he had no other choice but to try to talk his way
out of this whole nightmare.
"I appreciate the whole body wax and all, but you have to let me
go." Sam joked and hoped for a voice to say something through
the speakers. After about a minute, Sam finally threatened
whoever ran the machine. "This can't be legal and you'll get in
trouble! I'll sue you for false imprisonment!'
The machine ignored his threats and the assembly line offered no
retort as it continued to carry him further along. A series of
large porcelain tubs surrounded the man on all sides as he was
brought to a new section of the line. Long, silver mechanical
strands reached down from an opening in the ceiling and came for
the squirming man on the belt. The gloves seized the man’s
wrists, quickly, they freed him from his shackles and pulled him
off of the belt. As he was lifted into the air, he yelled out.
“Hey! Let me go! Help!”
Sam couldn't do much but scream for help as the tubs filled
themselves with water while hands poured in boxes of detergent.
It was quite an odd scene for him to witness, but Sam realized
that the machine intended to bathe him. 'Maybe I can escape once
they put me in the tub.'
The smell of powder assaulted Sam's nostrils and he
tried not to breath in the aroma of infancy.
Sam felt an odd sensation as the diaper was
pulled up, over his ****, and taped into place. The feeling of
the thickness between his thighs was something so foreign to the
man, yet it actually felt very good on his newly smooth skin..
The gloved hands poked and prodded the disposable
diaper, testing the leak guards, making them radomly tickle
against Sam's inner thighs. Ultimately, the woman controlling
the machine wanted her new adult baby to be as snugly diapered
as he could be.
Finally, the hand patted the front of the plastic cover, while
Sam could plainly see the strange woman behind the glass
partition. He saw that she had stopped fiddling with the
controls and took a step towards the window. It was obviously to
Sam that she was admiring the machine's work, probably loving
the whole bizarre situation and the fact that she was a key part
of it. Sam could do nothing but dangle in the machine's grip
while this crazy lady kept soaking in her new baby's
complete humiliation.
#Post#: 95--------------------------------------------------
Re: $$$ story for Phantom
By: Cya Date: December 20, 2018, 5:53 am
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The man was lowered into the large, Victorian style tub that was
rather deep. As soon as the hands let go of him, Sam
tried to climb out of the tub.
His feet slipped against the
porcelain material of the basin as he tried to escape, but
failed to get any traction as the bubbles and suds rose higher.
After a few moments, the suds reached Sam's shoulders and it
dawned on him that bath time would not be his moment to flee.
“I guess, I should just sit back and enjoy a nice bath."
As if in response to his relaxed remark, a variety of mechanical
arms surrounded him, some wielded scrubbing brushes and bars of
soap while others had sponges or spinning loofas in their
possesion.
"Umm-" Sam shuddered. "Please, be gentle."
The arms had other ideas as they went to work, hell bent on
scrubbing and washing every inch of him. The hands dunked all
manner of cleaning implements under water abd assualted the
young man. Sam made odd noises as brushes scrubbed his submerged
thighs. He tried to shoo away the hands that were washing his
chest which prompted the gloved hands to seize his wrists,
preventing him from fighting back or resisting his bubble bath.
While the hands held up his arms, a new set of gloved hands used
their loofas to work on his armpits. Sam didn't realize just how
ticklish he was until the loofas spun between his freshly shaven
armpits, causing him to laugh like an idiot. Despite his
attempts at resisting, Sam was at the mercy of the machine, and
whoever operated it.
A segment of wall slid back, revealing a section of translucent
glass which granted a sizable audience of women, both young and
old, a view of his forced bathing. The ladies, some laughing
while others cooed or admired Sam's treatment in silence, all
had a front row seat to enjoy his trip through the machine. One
woman stood in front of them all, acting as a master of
ceremonies.
"Ladies. As you see here, we have a mystery subject. Since this
unscheduled bundle of joy has landed in our lap a tad bit
earlier than we normally do our bidding, I suggest we enjoy the
show."
"Will we still get to see Cody at nine?" An older woman asked
from the back row of the audience.
"Of course!" The MC clarified. "Consider tonight a two for one
experience."
While the women haggled, Sam found his head dunked into soapy
water only to be quickly yanked back up. This process continued
for a few agonizing minutes as he was dunked again and again.
The hands were preparing his hair to be washed and scrubbed, but
Sam had no idea why the machine was doing what it was doing, he
only focused on holding his breath while being yanked under
repeatedly.
Once the machine ceased dunking him, Sam couldn't help but gasp,
struggling to catch his breath. While Sam caught his breath, the
scrubbing brushes were pulled up above the water, shaken off
until they were free of soap and then dipped right back into the
soapy basin. Once again, the brushes were covered in suds and
ready to go. The hands grabbed Sam's ankles and held them firmly
above the water. Sam knew at that moment, that the brushes were
going right for the soles of his feet. He steeled himself,
knowing that this next bout of cleaning and scrubbing would be
far more excruciatingly ticklish then the armpit scrubbing.
No matter how hard he had prepared for it mentally, the brushes
were going over his heels and up across his soles until they
reached his toes. This went on, repeatedly for longer than Sam
could hold out. After about a minute, he gave in and started
hollering and laughing, begging for the hands to quit in between
laughs. Ultimately, the laughter was an involuntary response,
but he still felt shame for seemingly enjoying it. Well, looking
like he enjoyed it.
However, his shame and embarrassment grew when he caught a
glimpse of the well lit area inside the wall that looked to be
occupied by a few dozen women that were watching his **** body
being manhandled by this crazy assembly line. Instantly, his
first action was to hide his exposed ****, covering it with his
hands, but the machine denied him the ability to preserve what
little dignity he had left. He could see the ringleader of sorts
hold up a remote control before she tapped in a few commands.
Without warning, Sam found himself violently jerked back
underwater. His head was once more under the water, but unlike
last time it stayed submerged, along with the rest of him.
Meanwhile, the brushes and loofas sped into overdrive, rapidly
going over every inch of his body as the brushes worked on his
bottom. Sam earnestly kicked and struggled, desperate to free
himself as he did his best to hold his breath while the machine
worked on him.
Finally, Sam came to the surface of the bubble covered water
once again, out of breath and tired from struggling. In the
blink of an eye, a hand reached forward for Sam throat. Before
the man knew what happened, his neck was grabbed and held
firmly, ensuring that his head would be pergectly still as a
generous helping of shampoo was squirted into his hair. He
blushed as it dawned on him that the hands were going to wash
his hair. The gloved worked the pink solution into a frothy
lather. Sam could feel his scalp and follicles come to life as
the shampoo touched every hair on his head. It was a truly
invigorating sensation.
Slowly, the man's black hair started to grow out until it
reached his shoulders. Sam could barely see through his long,
almost drape like, bangs. His normal, short hair had become a
long, wild crop of hair. His amazement was interrupted by a
blast of water from a group of nozzles that dangled from the
ceiling.
nursery couldn’t seem to make up its mind as to the
temperature.
A heartbeat later, the shampoo was completely washed out and the
hands prepped Sam for the conditioner. His head was once more
worked on by the hands who gently messaged the conditioner into
his scalp while simultaneously running the conditioners through
his long locks of raven colored hair. After the machined hands
finished working in the conditioner the group of showerheads
blasted him for a second time. During the course of this crazy
ordeal, the woman cheered and awwed at him, although poor Sam
could hear none of it over the high powered spurts of water.
Unbeknownst to the man, they were already demanding that he be
dressed in pink or other various feminine clothing.
Suddenly, a bell chimed repeatedly, signalling to the machine's
that bath time was over. The sopping wet man was lifted from the
bath and hoisted skyward. The women, some of which brought
binoculars, stared at his body while others admired his
luxurious, silky locks of black hair. A moment later, he found
himself placed back on the belt. He could hear that the women in
that bizarre room were truly enjoying the show. Their laughter
and cat calls almost overpowered the industrail whine of
spinning belts and grinding gears as the machinery was preparing
for Sam's next stop on the conveyor belt.
Out of nowhere the smell of baby powder assaulted Sam's
nostrils, overpowering the scent of oil and rubber. He tried not
to breath in the aroma of infancy, but failed in that task as
the conveyor belt slowed to a halt. A pair of hands held up an
incredibly realistic replica of a baby's diaper, but in an adult
size. It was pink and emblazoned with all manner of girly
emblems and characters: princesses, ponies and crowns.
The young man was forced to his feet by the hands and he noticed
that they ran the enormous disposal between his legs. He tried
to squeeze his thighs shut, but the hands slapped his legs,
compelling him to comply.
Sam felt an odd sensation as the diaper was
pulled up, over his ****, and taped into place. The feeling of
the thickness between his thighs was something so foreign to the
man, yet it actually felt very good on his newly smooth skin..
The gloved hands poked and prodded the disposable
diaper, testing the leak guards, making them radomly tickle
against Sam's inner thighs. Ultimately, the woman controlling
the machine wanted her new adult baby to be as snugly diapered
as he could be.
Finally, the hand patted the front of the plastic cover, while
Sam could plainly see the strange woman behind the glass
partition. He saw that she had stopped fiddling with the
controls and took a step towards the window. It was obviously to
Sam that she was admiring the machine's work, probably loving
the whole bizarre situation and the fact that she was a key part
of it. Sam could do nothing but dangle in the machine's grip
while this crazy lady kept soaking in her new baby's
complete humiliation while the crowd behind her
cheered loudly.
Soon the girls will cut my hair and brainwashed me and but me in
a stroller drinking my own milk. Bid on him.
#Post#: 105--------------------------------------------------
Re: $$$ story for Phantom
By: Cya Date: December 31, 2018, 5:05 am
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The Sissy's Choice:
Lady Yorkshire licked her lips, thinking of exactly what she
wanted to do to this poor young man who was basically clay to be
molded in her hands.
"Trim his hair to its original length and throw in an erotic
attachment to diapers as well as a craving for his own milk."
"Oouuhhh, how devious. I love it!" The master of ceremonies
purred before fiddling with the remote.
Andrew couldn't believe his ears. "What the fuck is wrong with
you women?!"
The women didn't like the sound of his angry, cursing voice and
before the restrained man could blink, a large, cock shaped
pacifier was jammed into his mouth. The rubber nipple was hard
and protruding outwards, much like an erect dick. Amdrew could
do nothing but suck on it as he was lowered into a large
barber's chair.
With the press of a button, the woman controlling the machine
shackled his wrists and ankles into the chair, forcing him to
sit still. Andrew struggled, trying to break free as soon as he
was forced into the retro chair. His effprts intensified once he
saw the large scissors and electric razor that the gloves
wielded. He didn't want those things getting close to him, but
he had no choice.
The scissors snipped at hos hair wildly, cutting his long locks
away until he was wearing a haircut that wasn't much different
than his original style save for the fact that it was a bit more
feminine and trendy. The electric razor shaved the back of his
neck and around the back of his ears, ensuring that he had no
straggling strands.
A mirror was held up in front of him and what Andrew saw staring
back at him made him a bit confused. He assumed that since he
was already wearing a diaper that his haircut would look more
like it belonged to a baby. Still, the damn cockifier filling
his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff outwards, made him look
infantile enough.
"Alright, ladies. Let the real show begin!"
A computer screen rose out of the floor, playing a hypnotic
sequence of footage, swirling vortexes of color as well as a
repeating phrase, compelling him to desire his own cum. To chug
it as he would his favorite beverage!
After a few minutes, the message would alternate to telling him
that his cock would get hard whenever it touched the inside of
his pampers. That he loved his Pampers and needed them. Without
them, he could never achieve an orgasm!
After all the programing was complete, Andrew sat slumped in his
seat, drool pouring down his chin, escaping from behind his cock
shaped pacifier. His eyes looked around at all the pretty hands
releasing him from the large chair he sat in, picking him up and
holding him intimidating front of the ladies. His member pressed
against his diaper, showing all the women present that he was as
hard as a rock underneath his thick diaper.
"Nicely done. Can you gift wrap him to me and deliver him to my
estate? I'd like to be able to open him up in the morning. I'd
like to think of him as my late Chrisman present." Lady
Yorkshire explained.
"I couldn't imagine a better present to find under my tree." The
master of ceremonies grinned and issued the commands to the
gloves.
Even though Andrew was dazed, due to the programming, he still
noticed that his diaper started to violently vibrate, causing
his hairless dick to grew hard and leak cum. The boy had the
most intense look on his face as he suckled his cockifier for
all it was worth. Right when he was about to achieve release,
the vibrating diaper would cease pulsating.
The poor sissy grew incredibly frustrated and tried to buck and
tried to hump the air as he carried over to a large, pin box.
Despite his best efforts he couldn't bring himself to orgasm.
Instead, Andrew was wrapped in pink ribbons and lowered into a
large box.
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Re: $$$ story for Phantom
By: Cya Date: January 7, 2019, 5:06 am
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The Sissy's Choice:
Lady Yorkshire licked her lips, thinking of exactly what she
wanted to do to this poor young man who was basically clay to be
molded in her hands.
"Trim his hair to its original length and throw in an erotic
attachment to diapers as well as a craving for his own milk."
"Oouuhhh, how devious. I love it!" The master of ceremonies
purred before fiddling with the remote.
Andrew couldn't believe his ears. "What the fuck is wrong with
you women?!"
The women didn't like the sound of his angry, cursing voice and
before the restrained man could blink, a large, cock shaped
pacifier was jammed into his mouth. The rubber nipple was hard
and protruding outwards, much like an erect dick. Amdrew could
do nothing but suck on it as he was lowered into a large
barber's chair.
With the press of a button, the woman controlling the machine
shackled his wrists and ankles into the chair, forcing him to
sit still. Andrew struggled, trying to break free as soon as he
was forced into the retro chair. His effprts intensified once he
saw the large scissors and electric razor that the gloves
wielded. He didn't want those things getting close to him, but
he had no choice.
The scissors snipped at hos hair wildly, cutting his long locks
away until he was wearing a haircut that wasn't much different
than his original style save for the fact that it was a bit more
feminine and trendy. The electric razor shaved the back of his
neck and around the back of his ears, ensuring that he had no
straggling strands.
A mirror was held up in front of him and what Andrew saw staring
back at him made him a bit confused. He assumed that since he
was already wearing a diaper that his haircut would look more
like it belonged to a baby. Still, the damn cockifier filling
his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff outwards, made him look
infantile enough.
"Alright, ladies. Let the real show begin!"
A computer screen rose out of the floor, playing a hypnotic
sequence of footage, swirling vortexes of color as well as a
repeating phrase, compelling him to desire his own cum. To chug
it as he would his favorite beverage!
After a few minutes, the message would alternate to telling him
that his cock would get hard whenever it touched the inside of
his pampers. That he loved his Pampers and needed them. Without
them, he could never achieve an orgasm!
After all the programing was complete, Andrew sat slumped in his
seat, drool pouring down his chin, escaping from behind his cock
shaped pacifier. His eyes looked around at all the pretty hands
releasing him from the large chair he sat in, picking him up and
holding him intimidating front of the ladies. His member pressed
against his diaper, showing all the women present that he was as
hard as a rock underneath his thick diaper.
"Nicely done. Can you gift wrap him to me and deliver him to my
estate? I'd like to be able to open him up in the morning. I'd
like to think of him as my late Chrisman present." Lady
Yorkshire explained.
"I couldn't imagine a better present to find under my tree." The
master of ceremonies grinned and issued the commands to the
gloves.
Even though Andrew was dazed, due to the programming, he still
noticed that his diaper started to violently vibrate, causing
his hairless dick to grew hard and leak cum. The boy had the
most intense look on his face as he suckled his cockifier for
all it was worth. Right when he was about to achieve release,
the vibrating diaper would cease pulsating.
The poor sissy grew incredibly frustrated and tried to buck and
hump the air as he was carried over to a large, pink box.
Despite his best efforts he couldn't bring himself to orgasm.
Instead, Andrew was wrapped in pink ribbons, the hands tying a
bow onto his chest while another set of hands dressed him in
candy cane style striped leggings. Once he was all decorated for
his trip, he was sprayed in the face with a sleeping agent and
lowered into a large box.
--The Next Morning--
Andrew's distressed and horrified moans could be heard coming
from being his cockifier gag, piercing the material the box was
made out of. He could hear heals clacking on a tiled floor. They
were coming closer and closer to to where he laid, shrouded in
darkness.
Without warning, the lid of the box was lifted and Andrews gazed
up at the mysterious Lady Yorkshire. She instantly cooed and
started to baby talk.
"Looks like my widdle Andy is so happy to see his mummy. Hims
got himself a big pee pee."
She leaned forward and touched the hard cock tenting beneath his
still vibrating diaper. Just the simplest touch of her hand sent
him over the edge, shooting his load out as he rocked into her
open palm. Sadly, he was so relaxed from cumming that his bowels
let loose a torrent of shit into his diaper.
"Aww, did mummy's favorite sissy make mummy a present in his
pampers?"
She reached out and patted the seat of his diaper, spreading
around the large load that stained the nappy brown.
Lady Yorkshire noticed that Andrew's penis was pressing against
the diaper again, begging for her attention.
"Looks like my widdle sissy is going to like it here."
The End
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Re: $$$ story for Phantom
By: Cya Date: February 25, 2019, 6:25 am
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Phantom sat at a table outside of a cafe with his friend, Cya.
They were both celebrating Phantom's birthday while they talked
about their favorites girls from various anime. Each one made
jokes about the funny situations that they liked to see the
girls they liked in. Cya was a writer and Phantom loved getting
art of all the lovely ladies being forced into diapers or washed
and fucked. But today was an odd day because there was static in
the air.
Without warning a portal opened up and sucked the two men into
it, sending them falling into the darkness that was the endless
void of space. Suddenly, they both landed on a hard surface
which was moving.
"Where are we? What happened?!"
"I dunno, but those are some big robots." Phantom replied,
pointing at the tall female robots who had large glass tits
filled with a white fluid.
It was so bizarre to both men to find themselves on a conveyor
belt, gazing up at giant nanny bots. Did their wishes come true?
This was something out of their greatest fantasies and it could
only be the best thing ever, or were things about to get worse?
"Why is this happening?" Cya asked his friend.
"I-uh. I made a wish for this to happen." Phantom blushed and
smiled.
Ultimately, Phantom didn't even have to say anything, the giant
dick pointing up beneath his pants said everything. Cya decided
not to gaze at it because the robots were so much hotter, but
also scary. Their eyes glowed and they looked down on the two
men like they were their playthings.
*Engage the Scan!*
A large computer monitor dropped down and from the screen shone
a bright red light that disintegrated the clothes off of both
Phantom and Cya, leaving them naked while the machine scanned
them like they were toys being bought at the store. They both
tried to cover their raging erections, but it was impossible to
stop the robots from taking their information: their height,
weight and measurements were taken and put into the robot's
database. They had now been cataloged and filed away in the
computer!
*Time for a shave! Babies don't have icky hair on their pee
pees!*
In an instant the machine sprayed both men with a blast of
shaving cream on their cock and balls, covering their big pee
pees in a layer of the thick cream. Out of nowhere, a gloved
hand appeared holding an old fashioned shaving razor.
"Please be careful! I need my dick!"
Cya yelled, but it was no use. The gloved machine hand pushed
him on his back where he joined Phanton. They both laid on the
conveyor belt, legs dangled off the sides of the tuber surface
as the razor was ran across their pubic mound. Once that was
clean and bald, the hands held their balls and shaved them until
not one hair remained, leaving them looking like kids down
below.
Now that their manhoods were bald, the two prisoners of the
nanny bots had to check their cocks. They put their hands out
and rubbed their dicks, making sure there was no cuts or any
damage. What they did notice was how smooth and sensative their
penisee now were. The slightest touch caused their big pee pees
to twitch, longing to squirt big boy cum.
However, the robots didn't like the boys playing naughtiness
games with their fresh shaved cocks.
*Stop that right now or nanny will punish you!*
Cya immediately stopped playing with his boner, but Phantom
didn't stop. He didn't care about what the robots were saying,
he wanted to cum so bad that he kept stroking his giant cock,
defying the orders that the giant nanny bots gave him.
*I warned you!*
A large box dropped down from the ceiling and engulfed Phantom's
cock, trapping it inside and preventing him from cumming.
"Why did you do that?!"
The robot ignored him, instead the box started humming, suckling
on his cock like a vacuum. Cya watched as Phantom's body was
twitching as he moaned loudly, begging for the box not to stop
pleasuring him. For a moment, Cya wondered if it was a
punishment and if he should start playing with his pee pee too.
"Yes! That feels so good!!!"
Phantom came hard, strongly squirting his baby juice until it
pouring out of the tube that connected the box to the ceiling.
"That was so good! You should do it, Cya. Have the box suck your
cock!"
Before Cya could take Phantom's advice, a pair of plungers shot
onto Phantom's chest, sucking at his skin over and over, pumping
back and forth as his chest grew until there was a pair of bog
tits. As the tits got bigger, the box turned on and Phantom
started yelling, the box was doing something to his cock. Cya
couldn't do anything but watch as his good friend became a girl
right in front of his eyes.
The gloved hands lifted Phantom up from under his armpits and
the plungers were attached to his butt, pulling at his cheeks
repeatedly. After about a minute, he had a huge bubble butt that
was a perfect circle of fat. While his butt job happened,
another box covered his head and all sorts of glitter and make
up could be seen coming from the box as the dust fell. After
anoter minute, the machined hands lowered Phantom back onto the
belt, next to his friend. Cya tried not to look, but Phantom was
so beautiful!
"They made you a girl!" Cya exclaimed.
"My dream has come true."
Phantom smiled, fluttering his new eyelashes, but the machine
was not done. They pulled out a tube of lipstick and painted his
lips a perfect shade of red to go with the blush he had on his
cheeks.
Finally, his transformation was complete. He had a perfect black
bob haircut with bangs in the front, his make up and lipstick
looked like a professional had done it. But the most wildest
thing was what the machine had taken away:his massive cock! No
longer was a giant meat log sticking up between his legs.
Instead, a vagina replaced it, ready to be fucked and played
with.
"Do you think they're going to diaper us now?"
"I hope so." Phantom replied.
All of a sudden, the conveyor belt came to life and took them
deeper into the facility. As they laid on the belt, naked and
curious about this odd place, they saw a crazy sight in front of
them. Off in the distance, Holekone was riding a large pink
rocking horse, a large pink dildo was going in and out of his
butt through the hole in his diaper. His frilly pink princess
dress sparkled and glistened in the light as he rocked back and
forth crying.
"I'm a sissy! I'm a sissy!"
Both Cya and Phantom laughed from their spot on the conveyor
belt as they watched the closet sissy get fucked on his big gay
pony like a bitch.
"I told you he was a sissy." Phantom stated, laughing out loud
with Cya.
"You were right." Cya chuckled.
However, their laughing didn't last long as the conveyor belt
led into a dark tunnel. It was really strange since they saw two
long metal looking legs on each side of the tunnel before they
went into it. But it wasn't important, getting their fluffy
diapers was all that matter to the two friends.
Closing behind them, a door like structure slammed shut and
Phantom and Cya found themselves trapped in a large glass dome
as the conveyor belt ended. They could see above themselves, but
everywhere else was covered in metal as they floating around in
the water that surrounded them. It was kind of like a pool, but
a pool made for kids. Like those circle balloon pools that
people use for kids.
A loud crunching sound startled both Phantom and Cya as they odd
pool moved. They were tossed around like flakes of snow inside
of a snow globe as the water slushed all around. After all the
moving stopped, they looked out from behind the glass and
realized that they were in the air as if they were in the belly
of the giant robot or something! Phantom looked up and saw that
the giant glass tits filled with milk were right above their
soot in the nannybot's glass womb.
"I think the robot got pregnant."
"How? With who?" Cya asked.
"With us. We're her babies." Phantom blushed.
"This isn't so bad. The water is warm and were not getting ass
raped like that sissy, Holekone."
"Plus, it's hot." Phantom smiled.
"It's so hot!" Cya smirked. "Like one of my stories."
"Nah, this is better than your stories." Phantom winked as he
joked.
"Too bad Misty and Ashley aren't here." Cya frowned.
"Maybe I wish for them." Phantom stood up in the waist high
water and asked the robots for what he wanted most.
"Hey nannybot. Can you give me and my friend Ashley and misty,
please?"
The robot remained silent. A whole ten seconds passed and
Phantom looked at Cya.
"It was worth a try."
"Stupid robots. I want Misty!" Cya pouted and kicked the
machines stomach.
*The babies are coming!*
A computerized voice announced as the robot sat down and spread
her legs.
"What did you do, Cya?!"
"Nothing! The stupid machine is going to poop or something!"
However, the machine had nothing to poop out, but it did have
two oversized babies to push out. Cya and Phantom looked around
as the walls closed in, growing close and closer, leaving the
two friends with no choice but to kick on the glass while they
yelled. As if answering their cries for help, a small hole
opened at the bottom of the stomach, a tunnel led out, the same
tunnel that took them into the pregnant stomach. Unlike the
first time, Cya and Phantom were sliding down, slick and wet.
*Push! Push!*
The femputer ordered her nannybot.
Each push of the nanny bot caused Cya and Phantom to slide down
a little more until Phantom poked his head out of the robogina.
HeHe ked around and saw a beautiful blond waiting for him.
"Ashley! I'm coming for you!"
Phantom slid out and started crawling towards his big breasted
waifu, the girl of his dreams. Her boobs were huge and leaking
milk, milk that Phantom happily licked from her engorged
nipples.
"This milk taste so good, Ashley!"
Cya soon popped out and looked around. He noticed that Phantom
was with a blond girl.
"No way. Is that Ashley?!"
"Yep." Phantom said in between sucks from her tit.
"Mama Misty? Where are you?" Cya called out, hoping that his
dream girl was waiting for him.
"Over here, you silly baby. Come get mommy's milk like a good
boy!"
Cya couldn't believe his eyes. Not ten steps away, his Misty
appeared, waiting for him to Nurse from her perky boobs. Cya ran
over to her and started sucking. The redhead and Cya sat down
and Misty started stroking his cock.
"Who's my big boy? Who's a big boy? Who's a big boy? Make mommy
some stickies!"
Cya was quivering as his cock shot load after load of cum like a
fountain. After he came, Cya looked over to his friend, Phantom
and saw that Ashley was fingering his new pussy, teasing the
beautiful black haired girl until he came all over Ashley,
squirting like an Asian porn star.
"This is the best birthday ever!" Phantom smiled.
The End
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