A Sissy's Progress - Chapter Twenty-Four (Finale)

We're here at last.

Not that I know where "here" is, of course. As one might expect, Mommy did the driving while I, her good little sissy baby, sat quietly in my rear seat, watching the lights flash past and trying not to think about... well, about a lot of things. In regret about how far I've fallen this past year. In anxiety about where we might be headed, and what Mommy has in store. In growing discomfort about how badly my belly is starting to gurgle and churn...

But I don't have time to think about all those things anymore - not now that we've arrived. Mommy slides open the van door and pulls me out, her eyes smiling over her mask even as she slips my own pink mask snugly over my pacified mouth and my nose. "No taking that off unless Mommy says," she cautions in my ear, rather unnecessarily. Oh, I know that far too well. This pandemic is lasting longer than any of us thought possible, after all, and masks have become the new norm.

But where even are we? I gaze around me, my lips still slowly working on my concealed pacifier as we walk up the driveway toward what appears to be a large, posh residence. An outside light flashes on, and I see we're headed toward a side door into the residence's massive garage. I find my steps slowing instinctively as panic begins to blossom within my chest. Are we about to meet some strangers? Who the hell do we know that lives in such a fancy-ass place?!

"No dawdling!" Mommy hisses, and the grip on my hand tightens as she tugs me firmly after her. "Don't worry - these are only a few friends of mine. You're going to be fine, I promise..." And then she's knocking on the door, the quick rapping of her knuckles far outpaced by the frantic thudding of my heartbeat in my ears...

There are voices, and footsteps, and then the door is swinging open. Oh god oh god oh god, it's her- Yes, it's Nina - or at least, I think that's who those dark eyes belong to, dancing behind that cloth scarf of hers. "Come on in!" she beckons, and Mommy needs no further invitation. I shuffle-waddle after her, rustling and beet-red with humiliation. How long now has it been since that fateful Halloween? that night when Nina got to laugh at me pissing myself in my stupid Olaf costume?

Well, that's at least one positive. There shouldn't be any leaks tonight - not with these quadruple-thick diapers.

It turns out to be even worse than I had first imagined, though. For behind Nina are a few more faces: females, all of them, and apparently all friends of my wi-, I mean, Mommy. Some of their outfits are enough to make me stare openly; one is in tight-fitting leather, another is wearing something that looks suspiciously like a shiny rubber catsuit, and there's one more - a woman with generous breasts and an air of authority - whose entire ensemble seemingly consists of nothing but a lacy babydoll nightgown and matching panties. I don't know where the heck she's found them, but they all seem to be united in kinky nonconformity.

"It's okay, we're all negative," I hear from behind one mask. "And there's only eight of us, counting the baby, so we're well under the limit..." Well, thank goodness we're staying safe from the virus, I muse sourly, glancing in growing anxiety around the room. Wouldn't want to run the risk of anyone getting sick while you're exhibiting your dolled-up husband to your dominatrix friends, would we?

And then I see them setting up a semi-circle of chairs, each six feet apart, all pointed toward the front of the echoing room that is this garage. "Perfect!" Nina beams behind her mask, giving me a wink and a wave. "This will be so much fun! We can't wait to hear what you have to tell us, Shana..."

Shana?! I flush, the sound of my newly feminized name ringing unnaturally in my ears. Shana. Oh, god, it really does fit, doesn't it? In my mind's eye I could see it all: a toddler on her first Easter egg hunt, waddling merrily around the park while her Mommy urges her onward. Good work, Shana! Ooh, such a big girl! So busy am I squirming under the combination of this new name and the gurgling in my belly that I scarcely think to wonder what the hell Nina actually means...

It all becomes clear soon enough. "Here, baby," Mommy finally tells me, pulling our tablet from the capacious purse she has christened her "diaper bag." "You know how you've been working so hard all day on your little story?" I nod mutely, uncertainty welling up within me. "And I'm really proud of you, honey - you did so well! Now, you did so well that I think you deserve to read that pretty story of yours aloud to our friends here tonight. You're going to go up front, and you're going to read it through to us all, start to finish. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Oh god, no, no, no- I can't! I'm panicking now, realizing at last what Mommy has been planning all along. She wants me to say it all, to tell everyone how it went down... But no- I put so much personal stuff in there- I can't-

But of course I know I must. Mommy knows damn well how to make my life a living hell, and though right now it's hard to imagine anything more humiliating, I have no doubt but that she can make it worse. Besides, I tell myself, it's not like I really know these people. I only see Nina and that girlfriend of hers now and then, and the rest I don't know in the slightest. They've already seen me here. I'm sure Mommy would fill them in eventually anyway, right?

And so it begins. Within minutes the circle of females is settling down, laughing and joking companionably among themselves as they munch on the crackers and cheese and fruit Nina has set out. Mommy leads me up to the makeshift podium at the front: an end table of sorts that has been raised on blocks of some sort, with a microphone to ensure I'll definitely be audible. With the tablet open in front of me, Mommy removes my mask, eliciting a chorus of "aww"s and "ooh"s from the crowd as they catch sight of my pacifier. "You're gonna have to let go of this for a bit," she tells me, loudly enough for the audience to hear, and I'm blushing as she plucks it from my lips and lets it fall to dangle on my chest by its leash...

With all eyes on me - with my gut churning worse than ever - with my palms damp and my heart hammering - I open my mouth to begin. And then I see the garage door open.

A neatly-dressed, auburn-haired woman enters, steps timidly toward the light... and as she draws near, I feel a physical shock ripple through my entire befrocked body.

It's Julie.

***

How can I even describe for you that scene? That evening that will forever be seared into my brain, that will cause me to gulp and my heart to pound whenever I even think of it? I'm no novelist or poet. I can't make you feel what I felt that night. But I can at least try.

My voice is trembling as I begin, the words dancing before my eyes. I falter as I hear the first syllables leave my lips and echo, amplified and two octaves higher, in my ears; they've apparently added a filter to the audio to make me sound precisely as infantile as I look. I can feel the weight of all their mirth-filled eyes on me, and I dare not look up as I plunge onward, stammering out the incriminating words in a lisping falsetto. It's humiliating to catch the gaze of even one of these women - and pure torture to glance at Julie, who is sitting silently in a chair a mere six feet from my wife. The wife and her rival, side by side... How on earth was this happening? And why?

I make it well into the seventh chapter and my first training pants before a fresh bout of spasms finally send the first hot spurts of mush into my diapers - reminding me all the more of just how far I've fallen, and just how little control I have over the situation. I'm beet-faced from the exertion, but I flounder on, knowing that only a completed story will satisfy my Mommy and her audience. By chapter eleven, the first real wave of tenesmus hits, and I find myself faltering as I feel my intestines forcing out a semi-solid mass to settle, warm and gooey, between my ass-cheeks...

We're up to Christmas and chapter sixteen when the next wave hits - and it's only fitting that as I tremblingly quaver out my tale of receiving my first-ever locking plastic pants, I feel a second wave of excrement flowing out of me and forcing its revolting, messy way up my back and around my limp cock. By chapter twenty, with its news of my first pink diapers and - ironically enough, my first anal plug - I can no longer stop myself from halting and squatting down as, with a series of bubbling farts and squirts, the third and largest wave of diarrhea floods out and packs my diaper full to overflowing. Oh, how that makes the women laugh! All except Julie, of course.

And then - at long last, with dry throat and shaking knees - I'm done.

I've laid my cards on the table. They all know my story now: my wife and Mommy, all her friends, and even the woman whose alluring charms started the process that landed me... well, here. Standing before them all, a frilly, infantilized, smelly, pathetic little diapered sissy.

"Ooh, you're such a good little sissy, aren't you? So imaginative and cute!" The condescending praises are raining down around me as Mommy steps forward, slipping my dummy back into my mouth and pulling my mask tight over it. I don't know if I can take any more - yet as she leads me by the hand toward her friends, I know I have no choice but to submit to whatever they see fit to say...

"My, I'm sure your Mommy's going to have quite the mess to clean up when she gets home, isn't she?" "Phew, guess the baby just couldn't contain her excitement, could he?" "She, you mean, right?" "Well, I mean, whatever fits. I guess you're right - she really is the perfect little baby doll, isn't she?"

But then Mommy is taking my hand once more, and at last it happens. She tugs me forward, and I find myself face to face with Julie. I can't hold her gaze for more than a second, but in the instant before my eyes slip to the floor in abject humiliation, I see in those beautiful, sea-grey eyes I'd know anywhere a curious mixture of compassion, concern... and shame.

"You must be surprised to see your old flame here tonight, aren't you?" Mommy is talking now, and I'm surprised to hear in her voice not the seething anger and jealousy I expect, but only amusement and an odd note of victory. "I told you there'd be a surprise tonight, didn't I?" She's grinning as I glance up in trepidation. "What would you say if I told you you've just met your brand-new nursemaid?"

WHAT?! What the hell?!

The room seems to be spinning as Mommy, clearly relishing every syllable, continues. "That's right! Miss Julie here has been unfortunate enough to have lost her job, you see. And well, I know how special she is to you, and how well you two get along..." She's smirking openly now. "You see, it only makes sense! What with my bank reopening, I won't be able to stay at home and take care of you, baby - and you're clearly incapable of taking care of yourself, even if you can work a bit from home..."

I'm sweating now, my heart in my throat as Mommy's voice takes on a triumphant note. "It was simple, really! I've made her a very generous offer: a place to live, a nice little stipend, and free rein to keep you firmly under control while I'm away. Believe me - if she wants to keep her job she's going to be very firm with you indeed! Besides, I've taken all the necessary precautions. See, I made sure she agreed to this little beauty..." She turns to Julie, whose turn it now is to flush delicately. "Pull up that skirt for us, dear."

The response is barely audible, but I'd know that voice anywhere. "Yes, ma'am."

No, god, no- What the hell have you just agreed to, Julie? Don't tell me-

It's there, gleaming dully in the garage lighting beneath the fabric of her timidly upturned skirt. A chastity belt, circling the waist and most intimate parts of the woman I once lusted for. And judging by the lock dangling from the waist, it's not going anywhere until the keyholder says so.

Mommy's victorious laughter rings through the garage, and as I stare mutely into the shame-filled eyes of my former lover, I feel a sob welling up in my throat. This is beyond anything I have ever imagined. For not only does it appear that I'll be doomed to spend the rest of my days as the diapered little plaything of my wife... but Julie too has now fallen under her control.

Mommy's vengeance is well and truly complete. And while I have no way of knowing what the coming weeks and months will hold, somehow I have a feeling that neither me nor Julie is going to remain... unchanged...

THE END