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In this diaper story a man is taken to the diaper dimension and is put under the care of a amazonian woman who puts him into training pants.
Short Story
The world warped and twisted, colors shifting into a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues. Aaron blinked, his head spinning as he stumbled onto his feet. He was in a new dimension, a land of towering trees and lush vegetation. But the most jarring sight was the sheer size of the women. They were giants, their legs thicker than tree trunks, their hands bigger than his torso.
A woman, towering over him like a redwood, approached. Her face, beautiful in a way that defied description, was framed by a cascade of raven hair. “Where’s your diaper, little one?” she asked, her voice a gentle rumble.
“Diaper? I don’t wear diapers,” Aaron scoffed, his voice a pathetic squeak. “I’m a grown man.”
The woman chuckled, a sound that shook the ground beneath him. “You don’t look very grown, honey,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
“I am a man!” Aaron insisted, his voice rising with indignation. “I can control my bladder. I can control my bowels. I don’t need diapers.”
The woman sighed, her smile disappearing. “Look, sweetie,” she said, her voice softening. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. It’s just…well, you’re pretty small, and you’re clearly not fully trained. You need help.”
She scooped him up in her giant hand, his protests lost in the vastness of her palm. “I’m going to get you a pair of training pants for now, and if you don’t make it to the potty in time, it’s diapers for you immediately.”
Aaron screamed, his voice a desperate plea for freedom. He struggled against her grip, but it was no use. He was a helpless toy in her giant hands.
“Be quiet,” she said, her voice a warning. She then spanked his bottom with a single, powerful swat of her hand. The force of the blow knocked the breath out of him.
“If you don’t shut up, I’m putting you straight into diapers. No training pants.”
Aaron whimpered, the pain echoing through his body. He knew he couldn’t win this fight.
She carried him towards a store, her steps long and powerful. He watched the world pass by, a blur of giant trees and towering buildings.
Eventually they were in a shop and she’d picked out some training pants for him and they were at the checkout.
“Training pants for the little fella?” the cashier asked non-chalantly.
“Yeah,” she chuckled, her gaze fixed on Aaron. “Apparently, he’s a grown man and doesn’t need diapers, so it’s training pants for now.” Aaron blushed, seeing a hint of amusement in her eyes.
She paid for the training pants and continued carrying him, her steps leading them to the lady’s bathroom. Aaron noticed there was no men’s bathroom, just a baby changing room. His heart sank.
“Let me change myself,” he pleaded, his voice weak.
She shook her head. “I’m doing it, honey,” she said. “I don’t trust you to do it yourself.”
She pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing him to the world. He tried to cover himself, his face burning with shame.
She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “That little stick won’t be any use here,” she said, teasingly. “It’s better off if it’s removed to stop you from being a grumpy bum and horny all the time.”
“You wouldn’t,” Aaron stammered, his voice a mere whisper.
“Maybe,” she replied, her voice a low, seductive purr. “But I think I’d have more fun putting you in a little chastity cage.”
A wave of dread washed over him. He knew she was serious. He felt trapped, his life, his future, in the hands of this giant woman.
She opened up the training pants, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the harsh reality of his predicament. “Step in,” she commanded.
His legs, weak and trembling, obeyed. He felt a pang of shame as he stepped into the training pants, his oversized training pants, and they were pulled up snugly against his privates.
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