Belle of the Boutique Pt. 03

The last few weeks leading up to my sisters wedding were both a living hell and a perverted fantasy in wonderland mixed together. Mom was true to her word and insisted on me wearing both a dress and a diaper full time.

My mom and sister had together convinced my boss to allow me to model some bridesmaid dresses so I could get a free one to wear at my sisters wedding. The thing was both horrid and erotic and the thought of people seeing me in it frightened me. I wanted bent over and fucked in it, not put on display.

I managed my anxiety by never going out of the house unless I was going to work or mom forced me to. And let me tell you, she did force me to.

She made me go shopping as many of the dresses I owned were unfit for everyday wear and she made me go to the salon with her and my sister for makeup lessons and to get my hair done. She made me get my ears pierced and the guy who did the piercing gave me his number.

Sometimes mom would just tell me to get out of the house for no reason other than to have me out in the world dressed as a girl.

Mom and my sister completely redid my social media basically forcing me to come out to the world and I started using my last name as my first with everyone now calling me Belle.

There were some real benefits to being a diapered girl and one was mom now volunteered to buy me anything I wanted as long as it was girly. Another benefit was just how often men who saw me in a dress wanted to fuck me and I did spread my legs for a few but having to tell mom about my sexual encounters was still humiliating.

Diaper changes had become something of an intimate time as mom found that an excellent time to ask me about my personal life. It grew increasingly difficult to keep my erections under control during a diaper change.

Work was still work and pretty routine except I now worked in a dress with a thick diaper on all the time. Most days I worked in the warehouse filling and packing orders and a couple times a week, I modeled dresses.

The modeling had become a routine as well. It always started with me prancing around in front of the camera in nothing but a diaper. Jim would then add various intimates and dresses and each modeling session always ended up with me on my hands and knees, gag in my mouth and Jim's cock up my ass.

And I had to relate all the slutty details to mom, usually when she was changing my diaper.

There were three days I was dreading the most and they fell in a row.

Thursday was to be the bachelorette party and as a newly minted girl and the brides sister, I was expected to attend. Me in a dress in front of all my sisters friends. Ugh.

Friday was her fiance's bachelor party. I had met him a few times. His name was Doug and he told me I would be having some real fun at his party.

Saturday was to be the worst day of all. My sisters wedding, where I was to stand at the altar in a bridesmaid dress while she got married and then attend the reception where everyone could see me in my frillies. Dad was coming in from Seattle to give his daughter away. I had no idea what to expect from him.

"Do I really have to go to your bachelorette party? I seriously have no idea what to do there." I asked my sister literally on my way to the party.

"It'll be fun little sis. Trust me. It's just girls talking about boys and me opening wedding presents." she said.

The party, more like a coven of witches, got underway and I felt like a dumb kid who went stag to prom with no date. Cindy took every chance to ask me in front of her friends if I had wet my diaper yet. After the fifth time saying no she whispered in my ear, "Go ahead and wet yourself sis, I have a surprise for you."

Hoping it was another pegging I wet my diaper and when she asked again I said yes.

"Alright everyone, Belle here wet her diaper, who wants to change her?" my sister asked the assembled girls basically offering me up to the crowd.

What followed was an adventure. I was laid on my back on a coffee table with the skirt of my dress up while my sister undid my wet diaper exposing me to her friends. Then one of her friends began finger fucking me.

When my dick got hard, one of the girls said, "Hey use the cage on her." and I soon found myself being put in a chastity cage. It was one of the novelty gifts my sister had received. It wasn't the only novelty gift and I soon found my ass filled with not one or two but four different strapons, each worn by a different girl, and a whole plethora of vibrators and dildoes.

The bachelorette party soon devolved into a lesbian orgy and I was the center of attention. I couldn't fuck with my dick in a cage but I did get to lick pussy and one of Cindy's friends who was nursing a child when not attending parties even stuck her tits in my mouth and let me nurse on her rather than using her breast pump.

When someone finally put me back in a diaper, she left the chastity cage on handing the key to my sister.

With a sore ass and a chastity cage on I went home with my sister wondering what the bachelor party would be like the following day.

That evenings diaper change had ne exposed in a chastity cage before my mom.

"That's pretty dear, where ever did you get that?" mom inquired when she removed my wet diaper.

"Oh, one of Cindy's friends put that on me at her bachelorette party. I never knew those parties were a lesbian free for all." I said. I was beginning to feel more and more comfortable talking to mom about intimate things during my diaper changes.

Maybe that's why she kept me diapered and insisted on changing me herself.

I recounted the days events and mom asked me about the breast feeding.

"Did you like nursing like that?" she asked.

"I'm not a baby. But I did enjoy the attention and to be honest it was the first time I had been allowed to touch a woman's breast except Cindy's." I explained.

"So, which would you rather be with, a man or a woman?" mon asked and the question shocked me a bit considering I had been telling her for weeks about the men I allowed to fuck me in my ass.

"I'm not sure." I said as mom taped the fresh diaper on me. "Women are soft and gentle and wear pretty things but men are hard and I like the way they see me as a sex object and put me on my knees.

"Well, you have a big day tomorrow and if I know men, particularly your soon to be brother in law, I think you will be on your knees a lot.

I spent a horribly frustrating night under the covers. No matter how much I tried to masturbate I could not get hard while wearing a chastity cage and my sister had refused to remove it. I even tried wetting my diaper as I had discovered masturbating in a wet diaper was ultra thrilling but to no avail and I was forced to sleep in a wet diaper all night.

Mom was right. She handed me a floral pink diaper bag with twenty diapers in it to take with me the the bachelor party. It was being hosted by one of Doug's friends. I was immediately ushered into one of the bedrooms and spent the whole party there getting ass fucked by Doug and his friends.

Each man took off my diaper, fucked me in my ass and then diapered me again. I went through fourteen of the diapers that day.

And of coarse I had to relate all the details to mom while she changed my diaper for bed that evening.

"I don't know, I just like it when guys do that to me. I mean I dont wanna fall in love with some dude and all, I just love the sex and everything that goes with it. It's fun." I said as mom taped the diaper firmly in place. I knew she truly enjoyed these intimate times with me but it was till humiliating as hell, particularly if my sister was watching.

And finally, the wedding.

Still in a chastity cage and of coarse diapered, I found myself standing at the altar with my sisters best friends as one of her bridesmaids, mom was her maid of honor and dad who had come all the way from Seattle was to give my sister away to Doug who was standing nearby nervously. I was still nervous about dad seeing me in a dress let alone this frilly huge skirted princess style bridesmaids gown.

Cindy, with moms help had posted my new lifestyle and the job that started it all on Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, Instagram and even posted some of my more depraved sex scenes with my photographer Jim on Pornhub. So I was fairly certain dad knew I spent most days in a dress prancing around like a fairy princess but still, I was nervous.

I had been seen in public in normal ladies dresses and in private in all manner of frilly gowns and dresses but this was really the first time I was all sissy princess in public. I was more nervous than my sister and she was the bride. There were people here I had known all my life who were seeing me as a sissy for the first time.

The wedding went off and other than a few snickers and chuckles tossed my way, it wasn't too bad. We then all piled into waiting limos to head to the reception. It felt so weird sitting in the back of the limo with mom and dad.

"So honey, what do you think of our new daughter?" mom asked my dad calling him honey for the first time since they were divorced.

"She's quite pretty. Did you do this by yourself?" he replied as I sat quietly listening to the conversation.

"Not exactly, she kinda did it to herself and her sister an I were more than happy to lend a hand. She even has a boyfriend, her photographer who has her modeling the most frilly and wonderful gowns almost everyday. The makeup was all me though." mom said with a sense of pride.

She was right, I was terrible at makeup but wrong about Jim being my boyfriend, we were just fuck buddies and coworkers.

"Well you did a wonderful job nonetheless, especially the makeup. She's quite the lady now. And respectful too, I haven't heard a word out of her all day, so shy now." dad exclaimed.

"Oh yes, far more manageable as a girl than as a boy. Belle dear show daddy what you wear underneath your pretty dress." mom said to me and then to dad she added, "Our daughter has transposed her name and instead of Christian Belle, she's now Belle Christian. Isn't that so sweet honey?"

It took quite a bit of fumbling with the huge skirts of the bridesmaids dress to lift them all up high enough in the back of the limo so my dad could see my diaper between the garters that held up my stockings.

"Wow, so you keep her that way? In a diaper?" my dad asked seemingly shocked but I noticed that his tuxedo slacks had tented.

"She started wearing them for work but took to them quite nicely." mom explained forgetting to tell dad that it was her and of coarse Cindy that kept me diapered all the time. Not that I complained.

We arrived at the banquet hall for the reception when mom said, "Why dont I leave you to so you can get reacquainted. Honey, maybe you should check Belle's diaper before she goes in. Extra diapers and her toys are in the diaper bag on the seat. We'll see you inside." and then she got out of the limo leaving my dad and I alone.

I knew it, I just knew it. Mom had just offered me up to dad. Holy shit.

"Well let's see what kinda toys you have hear little darling." my dad said as he began to look through my diaper bag. I had no idea what was in there. Mom must have planned this whole thing.

My dad pulled out a few diapers first and admired them before putting them aside to pull something else out. It was my favorite ball gag. That was quickly followed by a pair of sturdy leather wrist cuffs from my dresser. It was one of the sex toys I had modeled. The last thing to come out of the diaper bag was what looked like a ping pong paddle only a little bigger.

"Oh how nice. Why dont you turn around and get on the floor with your face on the seat princess." my dad said in a manner that suggested that I had no choice.

I did as he instructed figuring I would add my dads cock to the list of the cocks I had taken up my ass but what I got surprised the hell out of me.

First he put the gag in my mouth and secured it tightly, He then took his time piling all the crinoline underskirts on my back leaving my diapered ass exposed and then I felt him take my hands and place them in the leather cuffs behind me both binding me and holding the skirts up, Then I felt the horrid crack of the paddle on my ass. Even with the thick padding of the diaper it stung like hell.

"This is what you get for being a bad boy and prancing around in a dress." he said and then another crack of the paddle landed on my ass.

"And this is for being such a sissy and wearing a diaper." he continued and another crack of the paddle landed on my ass.

"And this is for letting anyone fuck you like a common whore." he said and then hit my ass with the paddle again. I was almost in tears.

"And this is for being such a disappointment as a son." he finished.

Then he changed and I felt him begin to fondle me and soon he pulled my diaper aside and easily slid his cock inside me.

"And this is what you get for being a good girl for daddy." and he began to fuck me. Not hard like I was used to but gently like he was making love to me instead of just fucking my ass.

He took his time and eventually the stinging of my ass cheeks was replaced by the wonderful feeling of the fullness of daddy's cock in my ass.

He came inside me as more than a few cocks had done before. He then undid my bounds and gag and helped me straighten up before escorting me into the reception.

At both mom and dad's insistence not to mention more than a little prodding from Cindy, I sucked off many a cock that day. People I had grown up with filled my mouth with gooey warm and salty sperm and one perverted young man whose name I didn't know took the liberty of lifting my skirts for me before he placed his wonderful cock down the back of my diaper and let loose with a huge stream of pee pee filling my diaper.

I wore that wonderfully wet diaper all through dinner.