Kinks and Stuff

Your wife worked in the sex trafficking industry. She would be given people who had been kidnapped and train them in to being obedient little sex slaves, who would then be sold off to buyers. Often times, these slaves would be trained with some kind of special kink that the buyer requested.

When you first found out, you were absolutely appalled and considered calling the cops on her, but after some... coercion, you came to like this job of hers. You got to help take part in the breaking and corruption of these girls, and use them to your liking.

And then, one day, you woke up to find yourself bound and gagged to a bed.

Taking a panicked look around, you immediately recognized your "nursery"—where you had trained the last slave, who was sold off yesterday. The buyer had a thing for diapers and ageplay, and you and your wife had remodeled the room to fit her training.

Flailing to get out of your restraints, you shouted for your wife, wondering if maybe you had too much to drink last night, when eventually she walked in. She had a calm smile on her face.

"I know we've been married for a long time now, sweetie, but I have some bad news for you..."

After meeting the two of you, the previous customer had requested you specifically—trained to be a diaper girl, so that he could adopt you and give his new girl a little sister to play with. And he had offered a hefty sum of money too, over 10 times what he paid last time.

So, your wife accepted the offer, agreeing to train you into a diaper slut, betraying your trust in her in exchange for a hefty sum of money.

And that was how you found yourself on the other end of the training you had learned to give out. You were in diapers 24/7, and were forced to learn how to give head and take it in the rear. Vibrators were attached to your diaper constantly, never giving you a break from the stimulation.

Not only were you given the usual aphrodesiacs to increase your libido, and slowly making it so that you would enjoy and eventually crave all the sexual stimulation, but you were also given hormones, slowly changing your body until your hair grew out and small breasts began to come out of your chest.

After a month of going through hell every day, you had finally broken down, having turned into a meek, submissive girl just like all the other girls you had trained. You knew how to use your mouth properly, your ass was thoroughly stretched out, and you craved some kind of pleasure every day. It was time for the buyer to come pick you up.

Upon his request, you were given nothing to wear besides a pair of stockings, a tiny bib, and your usual diaper. Your typical pacifier gag was replaced with a normal one, and your arms and legs were both cuffed.

He arrived with a familiar face: the girl you had previously trained, dressed exactly like you, just without the bonds. 

"Oh, what a beautiful little girl we have here! He truly used to be your husband?"

"Yes, he did, and he got used to the training much quicker than I had expected."

"Excellent, excellent. Would you mind if I took her for a test run right now?"

"Go right ahead, sir."

"Fantastic," he said, with a grin spreading across his face. He turned to the girl crawling next to him. "That girl right there is the man who trained you before, and now he'll be your new little sister. Would you like to help teach her her new place?"

She nodded, having been trained to not speak with a pacifier still in her mouth.

He handed her a strap-on dildo, much like the ones you had been trained with, before unzipping his own pants and pulling out a cock of his own. He walked up towards your mouth, while she crawled over towards your rear.

"I know you've only been trained on plastic so far, so are you ready to have your first taste of a real cock?"