"You can't be serious! I don't know why I'm even wearing a diaper, it this sicko "Sir" can kiss my ass if he thinks I am going to wet myself! Now, let me out of here!"
She looks at you sternly, shaking her head.
"Tsk, tsk. Ok, Baby. It looks like we will have to do this the hard way."
She grabs you, slinging you over her shoulder, and carrying you across the room. She slings you down on a wooden table, where she chains you down. All the while, you are kicking and screaming. That is, until she straps a pacifier aprons your head.
"There! Much better! Now then, let's get this diaper properly wetted..."
She tilts the table up, almost vertical. Then, she walks right up to you, pulling your dress up. She reaches under her own dress and pulls down a pair of pull-up training pants. She straddles your figure, pulling your diapers out. Closing her eyes, she begins to pee right into your diapers as you scream with disgust and terror. You had never been gay, or liked other women, and this was certainly not how you would have wanted to start.
"Much better!," she says, taking you off the table, but leaving your pacifier in place.
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