Emergence
All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: diapers, sissification, bondage, and other kink-related content.
“Back to work,” sighed Tiffany as she watched Luisa and his mom drive away. Ms. Corazón clearly had a difficult time choosing whether to chastise her son or laugh her ass off. “I wonder if I can ask for pictures of them at the movies…”
She giggled while walking back upstairs to unpack the goodies from the school workshop. While it was a feat to pick up sewing in such a small amount of time, it was another to pick up basic engineering. “How did I even find enough time for all this…”
Tiffany wasn’t making as many TT clips and was spending way too much on energy drinks lately. She had the presence of mind to pace herself on the latter though, the worst thing that could happen would be to pass out tired in the middle of her planning.
Or worse, in the middle of executing said plans. As she untangled the leather straps, bindings, and other metal bits, she considered the parallel of Luis’ revenge scheme. He’d made so many mistakes, but Tiffany was careful and meticulous. Her sissy didn’t understand the repercussions of dressing himself up as a baby, but she knew what danger lay ahead if she made a single blunder.
That’s not to say she hadn’t briefly entertained the idea of dressing up as Becky, Bethany, and Stephanie…briefly. She could make Luisa do it, which would be entertaining considering all their different styles but there was a simple yet practical problem. While Tiffany and Luis are both similar skin tones and have matching facial features to an extent…Becky is tan and Asian, Bethany is Black, and Stephanie is paler than a wedding dress. “Only a dumb sissy would run with that idea anyway…”
Tiffany was excited for her plans to come to fruition, but considered that she had three targets, not one. If any part of this plan failed, she would be at the mercy of three ditsy but athletic cheerleaders. Carrying her equipment to the attic, she imagined the horrors they would subject her to.
Bethany could be fun, although flouncing around in a maid café uniform would be embarrassing. Luisa would be absolutely adorable in her place, but he already had a short-skirted maid’s uniform. He wore it whenever Tiffany didn’t feel like cleaning up…which was becoming common. She fawned over the easy access she had to his rear.
Stephanie would try training her to be prim and proper, just like a proper lady…blech. That short redhead worked as the base of the cheerleader pyramid, so she was a force to be reckoned with. It would be hilarious to have Luisa dress up as a Stepford housewife though. She laughed aloud at the notion of him fending off the attention of all the boring men at those society teas Stephanie attended.
Becky would certainly be the worst. She was tall and domineering, likely making Tiffany follow her strict diet and workout routine. She imagined herself slathering on thick, dramatic makeup, sky-high heels, and boosting her cleavage while drooling over guys. It would be fun to dress Luisa as a bimbo one day though…oohh, maybe an EDM festival outfit was in order!
All that could happen and then she’d be trounced in front of the school. Probably hung from the flagpole by her panties or some other old-school jock-style punishment. In their senior year, both her and Luis would become social pariahs. Which isn’t horrible, but something she wanted to avoid. Plus, there’s no telling how hard a girl who can lift other girls would spank and wedgie her! Not to mention, all her outfits and traps would likely be used against her.
Tiffany shook her head as she began binding the leather straps together, having reached her spot in the attic. She couldn’t get stuck thinking about the consequences, but she could plan on how to avoid them. She’d researched everything she could about the Bebes, watching their every move at school over the past few weeks, and timing their schedules. She had a week until the big playoff game, the associated pep rally, and then her traps could be sprung.
Working through the night while watching tutorial videos from specialist bondage websites, Tiffany grinned at how everything was in her favor so far. She had dirt on all of them. She’d even gotten incredibly lucky a week ago, when a boon fell in her lap which would cement the fates of the three cheerleaders.
Taking a break from working to grab another energy drink, she checked her computer to see if her prime target had posted anything else. It wasn’t Luisa she was spying on this time, although she kept control of all his logins after meticulously increasing his internet security herself.
Now she acted as his internet nanny, being even stricter in-person on days when she saw he had searched for “purple haired girls” or “dommy mommy” on his browser. He clearly wasn’t making the connection of why she made him stay in the same diapers on those days. What was she going to do with this sissy…
Instead, this time she was looking at the post history of someone not on Sissysmooch, but on DivergentArt. She wasn’t surprised to find out women also enjoyed the feeling and experience of wearing diapers, but it was a shock to figure out who else in her school may wear them aside from Luisa.
It must have been a complete accident for her to find out, bad luck on this person’s part. Last week, Tiffany had posted a rather cutesy clip of herself lip-syncing to a J-Pop song. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time as you have to keep up with whatever’s popular on Twinkle. After watching several of Bethany’s videos thought, she was inspired to use the song to force Luisa to hop around like a cute little cupcake. Tiffany also got a great set of clips where she looked fantastic, so posted it to see if she would get more reach on TT than usual.
It was while she was lying on her bed, munching on popcorn when she saw it. Notifications were coming in, nothing out of the ordinary…at least initially:
‘msheart’ liked your video
‘capreekorn2000’ liked your video
‘chickynugget18’ shared your video
‘claire_bg’ shared your video
‘ally_lg’ liked your video
‘bebeindistress’ liked your video
For some reason, the last username struck her as odd. She’d never seen that name, even though her account was mildly popular, so random people constantly popped up on her notifications. No, something about the name caught her attention. Why would someone name themselves a baby in distress? Maybe it was a younger girl?
Checking her engagement history, she couldn’t find the name again. “Odd,” she thought. They must have immediately un-liked the video. So, she searched the username on TT and pulled up a private account. The bio was empty, their likes and saved videos were unlisted, and even the profile picture seemed non-descript and mostly white. She was about to go back to watching other videos when she noticed something in the profile picture. Just a small bit of color in the corner. She clicked on it.
The cropped version only showed a lot of white, but zooming in revealed a bit more. “Ok, so the white has a faint yellow line down the middle…is bordered by a bit of purple…oh that’s the hem of a pleated skirt! A purple skirt. Maybe with gold trim? It’s so hard to tell in this picture…Wait, so that means this shot below the skirt…That’s a lot of white, it’s so round and puffy…oh my god! That’s a diaper!”
Tiffany sat up quickly, sending popcorn flying. She was staring at the diapered butt on her phone screen. It was so clear now with context and her experience with the giant plastic objects. But…why was this person liking her videos? She kept her life as a “Mommy” separate from her regular accounts, even Luisa only ever showed up in her videos faceless and disguised. She’d been asked a few questions about the new person showing up infrequently in her videos by friends, but she brushed it off as a friend’s cousin coming to visit occasionally.
Although Luisa would be diapered in those videos, Tiffany only posted clips where they were hidden. So, there’d be no reason for someone off Sissysmooch to see her videos…even considering the few that Luis originally linked to get advice on how to be a bigger sissy. Plus, she’d deleted those posts after screenshotting them. And another thing that bugged her…the purple skirt with gold trim. It was so familiar…
A lightbulb lit up above her head as she scrambled out of bed and to her PC. She pulled up her school’s website and confirmed something on the ‘School Spirit’ page. The school colors and therefore uniforms were purple-and-gold! Looking at even more pictures, she confirmed the cheerleaders wore pleated purple skirts with gold trim!
“Bebeindistress…baby in distress…damsel in distress?!” Tiffany gasped. This person had made their username a play on words! Their school mascot was a ‘Damsel’, which she always thought was a dumb choice but apparently there was some long-standing prank war that led to that change decades ago…but that didn’t matter.
Putting everything together contextually…someone, a cheerleader, at their school had a secret account on Twinkle Twinkle that was baby-themed…or really just had the one baby photo…but why would they be wearing diapers in that picture if not because they liked them? The uniform and play on words made sense especially if they had accidentally liked her video. It was someone who knew her. But who was it?!
She checked the first obvious place, Luis’ internet history. But no, no signs that he’d made a secret TT account…even he’s not that dumb…
“Wait…bebe in distress… It must be one of the Bebes!” Tiffany almost screamed while she jumped up and down with joy. She only stopped when her mom texted her to stop making dancing videos, it was too late at night. She responded back with a quick apology before sitting back down.
“It has to be one of those three! One of them secretly wears diapers…it’s almost like…” Tiffany smirked to herself. She thought this was almost like one of those silly stories on Sissysmooch, all the tropes were lining up. She felt like turning to a hidden camera and making a silly face. But if the sissies and unsuspecting adult babies were supposed to fall prey to their own hubris or machinations in those stories…surely their mommies and doms must have the opposite luck?!
Shaking these silly thoughts from her head, she centered herself. This meant she had a cornerstone to her plans now. An ace in the hole. She knew how to get back at the three cheerleaders. She’d make them her three Bebés!
She even had a good guess at who ‘bebeindistress’ was. Reading through the stories written by them on DivergentArt, it was clear the main character in each story was a self-insert…with them constantly being degraded by a pair of familiar-sounding girls.
She had enough dirt to make them cringe, but this would allow Tiffany to close an iron grip on these three for the rest of the school year. “I bet if I play my cards right, she’ll make it so I only have two cheerleaders to work against,” she thought idly while grinning, continuing to nibble on popcorn.
“Oh Luisaaaa, there are some supplies I need in the attic. Be a doll and head up there. Walk straight once you’re up the ladder, then you’ll see a pile of things labeled “Toys”, bring those back here,” Tiffany called out to Luisa, who was resting on the floor after their most recent dance routine. She watched as her tired sissy nodded and tried to get up. He had a bit of difficulty with his current outfit, but she was enjoying the show he was putting on.
Luisa was trying to get up from all fours, his purple diapered butt waving in the air. His plastic pants had a white bunny tail attached, which was large enough to keep his padded behind from being completely covered by his black babydoll dress.
After struggling for a minute to steady himself on his adorable black Mary Janes (with itty bitty carrots on them!), he turned around giving Tiffany a better view. His purple stockings accented by frills were held up by tiny carrot garters. The crotch of his plastic pants had a cute bunny mascot, while the babydoll dress was covered in lace, ruffles, and a bib-like collar. Attached to said bib was a pacifier leash, which ended in a carrot-like bulb. The sleeves puffed out and his hands were currently encased in purple mittens, tied up neatly with a ribbon.
As he passed by Tiffany’s floor-length mirror, she could see him blushing at the sight of himself. Atop of his head was a lacey headband with floppy bunny ears attached. The whole ensemble complimented her own magician’s outfit, with her own spin on the style.
She wore a long green coat, over a white blouse and corset combination. She had on a pair of puffy, frilly black shorts, fishnets, and tall, buckled platform boots. She spent a good amount of time admiring herself in the mirror earlier, twirling her top hat and prop wand. This was more cosplay than their usual e-girl/goth aesthetic, but it went so well with T-ara’s “Bunny Style”. It was too cute watching Luisa hop all around her room.
Boy, can you hear my voice?
Hey, don't leave me alone
Bunny style! Baby, Bunny style! Baby,
Bunny style! Baby, Bunny style! La ta ta La
Bunny style! Baby, Bunny style! Baby,
Bunny style! Baby, Bunny style! La ta ta La
After waking up late that morning, Tiffany finished her machinations in the attic before inviting Luisa over. He was quite upset upon arrival, refusing to give up any details about his mother and daughter date at the movies.
But that worked out well for her, because it meant she got to try out a few new tricks on him. One of them being her new method of extracting information from her soon-to-be victims…
She listened for a minute as he slowly made his way through the hallway then up the ladder. Then came the light tip-taps of his steps. She counted down the exact number of steps before it happened.
First there was a series of zipping and whirling sounds, then a loud thump followed by a surprised scream! Luckily her parents were gone for the weekend. She giggled with delight as she followed his muffled cries into the attic.
She’d had a line prepared just for this moment. “Aww, I wanted to pull a bunny out of my hat but sounds like I just needed to check my- Oh my god!”
Terrified, she ran over to Luisa, who was currently hanging in the air…upside down. His upper body and head were tangled in leather, while his dress did nothing to hide his diapered lower half and legs kicking uselessly in the air. “Oh no, I must have gotten the straps or pulley system wrong…are you ok, Luis?!?” Tiffany felt genuine concern for him as only muffled cries came out, a wide leather strap covering his mouth. She moved and held the strap back, allowing him to talk.
“NO! I’M NOT OK! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TIFFANY, GET ME DO- MMPPFF-“ Luis’ screams were interrupted by Tiffany letting the strap go, allowing it to slap his mouth and silence him. She was seething with anger while his eyes changed from upset to fearful, tears welling up from the pain.
“Oh, so you can scream! That means you’re ok…and that’s all I need to hear from you,” She was fuming, with Luis realizing too late that he was in for a world of pain when he was cut down…if he was cut down that is. Tiffany’s terrifying dominance had emerged.
Breathing heavily, but steady, through her nose, she left Luis tied up for now, spinning him away so he couldn’t see what she was doing. Walking over to the toybox, she pulled out another set of straps and harness like the one he was stuck in. She began adjusting the buckles, re-calculating how to tie the ropes holding the harness up, and gingerly laying out another trap.
Once she was done, she gazed over at Luis, still trying to cool off. “You know. I’ve been so much for you lately…do you realize that?” She nudged him with her foot, allowing him to start spinning towards her. “Remember…I could have thrown you to the wolves and marched you right out my bedroom in your tiny schoolgirl outfit, letting you wet yourself at my house party…but I didn’t. Instead, I gave you a new life as my sissy. My little sissy bitch. Mine.”
Luis continued to look terrified as he turned around enough to look Tiffany in her angry eyes…before dropping them to stare at her feet. “That’s right, don’t look me in the eyes. Grovel. I keep you in check with these videos, babysitting you, diapering you…but I also treat you so nicely at school. You don’t get to go back to your lonely Hot Topic life. The only choices for you are continuing to be my sissy baby…or the next time you see those cheerleaders, it’s going to be in a warm, squishy diaper, your own cheerleading skirt, and a collar and leash. All tied up like a sweet present! Then, you’d get to see what true humiliation is like.” He’d spun around several times now, before she stopped him with her boot on his chest. She was frowning.
“So, I’m going to remove that strap and you’re going to decide…do you want to be thrown out to be eaten up alive? Everything published. Or do you want…no, beg to be my sweet, prissy, sissy, baby bitch…someone who will listen, obey, never lie to me, and will do whatever it takes to make his mommy happy?” She leaned down, moving the strap covering his mouth to the side. “So, what’s it going to be?”
He gulped before responding miserably, “I’m sorry…I’ll be your…I want to be your…sissy.”
She smirked, not letting him off easy. She spoke in a menacing whisper. “Say it again. Tell me what you want to be.”
He looked up again, ashamed as he tried to make eye contact. “I…want to be your sweet, prissy…sissy, baby…bitch… For you, mommy.”
“Good girl,” she said quietly as she caressed his cheek, before pulling on a strap which immediately dumped him onto the floor. He took a minute to untangle himself while Tiffany laughed with mirth. She stepped backwards to get a better view of his predicament, stopping herself right before she could step into the other set of straps. “Close one…” she thought to herself.
Once he was unraveled, Luisa stood up and wrung his hands nervously, afraid to speak. “Well sissy, I still need you to grab the stuff from the toybox, so move it.” He nodded, walking forward and past her before…
*Zip* *Creak* *Whirl* “AHHH!”
This time, Luisa was caught upright, his skirts caught in the harness, allowing his diaper to be fully on display. Tiffany jumped in triumph, happy that she’d perfected her bouncer trap. It was the final piece of her plan, which would be set in motion this Friday during the pep rally.
She strut over to Luisa, who had enough experience at this point to keep his mouth shut. “Now the true test begins…” she whispered, Luisa unable to hear her. “So, Luisa…tell me all about your date with your mom! Leave out no details!”
After a long and fruitful interrogation, Tiffany pulled the carrot-pacifier from his bib and stuffed it in his mouth. She was placated for now, mentioning that she may take Luisa out to see the movie again. He’d made it sound so good!
“Mommy’s feeling tired after all this work putting you in your place, baby girl. I’m going to take a nap and I’d better not wake up because of you. You have enough diaper layers on if you need to use the potty, so have fun hanging out!” Luisa sucked on the thick pacifier, blushing with shame as Tiffany walked away giggling. She paused and turned back only to start the device that would continuously bounce the baby trapped within.
“It’s almost showtime!” thought Tiffany, as she got under her covers, falling asleep to the distant, rhythmic sound of her sissy bouncing helplessly. Her dream was wonderful, involving having a good time at the movies, watching Luisa try his hardest not to get caught whenever his mommy sent him out for more drinks and snacks.