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Huff~

Awww, you seem surprised. Did my little boy think he could get away with just wearing diapers? No, you silly boy, Mommy has decided you’re going to be her little girl baby. A guy your age who needs diapers? That’s helpless widdle sissy territory, as far as I’m concerned. So from now on, only the cutest, frothiest, poofiest, girliest dresses and all the girliest, swishiest, sissiest accessories.

Alas, James couldn’t click that box and so here he found himself on a Saturday night. Freshly spanked and freshly fucked, sperm still leaking out of his ass into thick diapers. Gagged and muzzled. Shackled and restrained. Drugged. Moaning. His roommate/master Ted had told him “I might release you in time for your 8 a.m. class Monday. If you’re a good boy.”

If? What else could he do but lay there, helpless, filling his diapers, moaning and groaning in pain and misery and humiliation. He didn’t know if doing so would please his roomie and make him a good boy or anger him and make him a bad boy? And if he was a bad boy and upset his master?

“You’ll be waddling into that chemistry class in three diapers. Messy diapers. A paci attached to your shirt, me holding your hand and carrying an extra diaper. I’ll do it, you fucking faggot. What do you think those girls you flirt with in class will think, huh? Huh?”

So he’d try to be good. It was terrifying how easily Ted had started to dominate James, starting on their first goddamn night in the dorm, right after his parents had dropped him off.

“Hey. Just so you know. You’re going to keep this place clean. And when I have a chick in here you’re gonna sleep somewhere else. And if I want you to write a paper for me you’re gonna. And if I want to take some of that nice food your mommy left you I will. And if I want you to buy me beer you’ll do it. And if you don’t…I’m going to fuck you up, man.”

James had been terrified. And yet why didn’t he stand up for himself? Or call his parents? Or tell someone at the school. Instead he muttered okay.

“Not okay. Say yes sir.”

“Yes. Sir.”

“Good.”

That set the tone for everything that followed. James the nerd did indeed write papers for his roomies. And give him him food. And find people to buy beer. And then one weekend Ted got mad at James for not making up his bed and put him over his knee and spanked him right then and there. James tried not crying out. “Let it out,” Ted taunted. “Everyone already knows you belong to me.” Then the tears came as the thrashing continued.

Ted started dressing him up and tying him up. Sometimes in panties and bras. “Make you real cute.” Then came the diapers. “You don’t deserve to be pretty like a girl. You’re a subhuman slut.” The restraints came, sometimes overnight, sometimes over multiple nights, like this weekend. Then the blowjobs came. And finally the ass-fuckings, James bent over, gagged, taking Ted’s cock, then being tossed on the bed and put back into his diapers.

It was coming time for the freshmen to figure out where they’d live and with who for sophomore years. Ted had already told James “you’re mine next year too. Maybe by junior year I’ll give your ass away to someone else.”

"Awww!! Look at you!! I can feel you trying to push that plug out! But na uh!! That stays right in there!! But go ahead and keep trying to push it out, it's sooo cute!! Like a wittle baby trying to go poo poo!!"

Diaper & straight jacket predicament photo set now up on my pocketstars!! ⭐️

My stomach cramps in my bowel ache. My body tries to push out the huge butt plug like some foreign invader, but the thick padding of the diaper is preventing it from coming out all the way it gets to the widest point, and stops. My ass slowly sucks it back in but not after a little fluid escapes.

My mistress chained me to the toilet and set up a video camera and listens to me whimpering whine behind a huge ball gag. She is also broadcasting, my suffering and pain live on the Internet for everybody to watch and comment on . I moan and grunt as my body repeatedly tries to expel the Huge butt plug.

I know it’s a matter of time my body will force this plug out, and a brown mushy mess will be made in my diaper. I know my diaper will not be able to contain the awful mess and brown streaks of fluid will escape the leg, gatherings, and drip to the floor.

 Whatever drugs, they are using causes severe dry mouth and constantly has him craving any type of fluid.

They he knows that they’re using a strong, diarrhetic and laxative, all fluids go straight through him into his thick diaper

James has learned his place and does not dare defy his aunties and his mommies. Several spankings and canings have mentally and emotionally scarred him.

James also knows to drink his bottle completely empty he once refused and they ended up shoving a nasal feeding tube into his nose. It had caused him so much pain and discomfort. Doesn’t want to relive that moment.

Image Credit: This is NOT my image. All credit goes to @mommyandbabybruce for this incredible picture!

"Okay, baby, just like we practiced, ready?"

My husband swallowed audibly, extremely conscious of the other, more virile man with a possessive hand wrapped around my waist.

"P-please dear," he wavered. "I won't do it again, I swear. Just please don't make me do this."

I frowned and tutted disapprovingly. "Is that how babies talk?"

"I'm not a baby..." He dared to mutter.

I gasped and put a hand to my lips. "You're not?! Do you hear that, Daddy?" I asked, leaning in to my boyfriends chest. His arm tightened around me and my kitty started leaking. "The little guy here says he's not a baby. That means I don't have to do any more of that silly 'boobie' time stuff." I said, referring to the times when I graciously let my poor hubby suckle on my nipples while I stroked the crotch of his fat diapers. I grinned widely as he let out a long, pathetic whine.

"Wait, wait, no please. I'll do it. I'll do it, please let me do it!"

As pathetic as it was, we both knew it was the last shred of sexual activity he had with me and I knew he was desperate beyond belief to hold on to it.

I used a finger to start tracing the hard muscles of my boyfriends chest. "Mmm.. I don't know. What do you think, Daddy?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Damn, I'll never get used to this shit. Did he really beg you for this?"

"Oh, absolutely," I replied. "He kept whining and begging to call me Mommy. It was all so sad so I decided to play along with the little tyke." It was true, at least partially. He had wanted to try some more femdom play in the bedroom, and I saw a chance to work in some of my... interests. It was a win-win, really. Plus, its not like it's my fault his little dicky never gets harder than when I'm taping him into a fresh diaper.

My husband started to protest. "But that's no-"

"Shush!" I said fiercely, giving his toddler harness a warning tug. "The adults are talking."

Daddy chuckled at my husband's meek compliance and grabbed my ass. "Ok, fine. You got me interested. Go ahead and let him do whatever fucked up thing you thought up." He laughed again.

I grinned sweetly and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, sir."

I stepped forward and bent down. "Come on, honeybunny. Show-time. Can you be a big boy and scoot around to face Mommy? Can you do dat? Hmm?" I patted my legs for effect, the way you do to get the attention of a distracted toddler.

His diapers crinkled loudly as he turned around and sat back, studiously avoiding any eye contact with the superior man in the room.

"Good boy!" I cooed approvingly, leaning forward just a bit more and patting his head.

His eyes were locked on my cleavage and I knew his little nubby would be hard and compressed as a diamond in his inch-long baby cage.

"Okay, sweetie. Just like we practiced. On three."

He nodded and looked away. "Yes, Mommy..."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"If you're a baby and you know it, pee your pants."

I watched with glee as my hubby scrunched his face in concentration. He was soaking his pampers. Just liked we'd practiced.

*Psss psss...* Came his hushed reply.

"If you're a baby and you know it, pee your pants." I continued.

*Psss psss*

"If you're a baby and you know it, with a wet dipee to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man"

*Psss Psss*

"If you're cranky and you know it, stomp your feet."

*stomp stomp*

"If you're cranky and you know it, stomp your feet."

*stomp stomp*

"If you're cranky and you know it, with a frowny face to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man"

*stomp stomp*

"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."

...*clap clap*

"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."

*clap clap*

"If you're a cucky and you know it, with a tiny dick to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man."

*clap clap*

...

Except for my husband's quiet sniffles of shame, the room was quiet until my boyfriend let out a bark of laughter and pulled me back into his arms.

"Ok, you got me. I guess I'm a little fucked up too cause for some reason that turned me on."

I leaned in to put my lips against his ear while reaching down to grab at his thick cock through his jeans. "Mmm, good."

We started kissing and pawing at each other, movements getting more and more frantic until a plaintive whine cut through the haze.

I rolled my eyes and gently pushed my lover away. "You head upstairs, I need to take care of the little-guy real quick."

He snorted in annoyance and glared at my husband, who in turn cringed and began to suck on his thumb. Daddy looked back at me. "Fine, but unless you want a spanking you'd better hurry the fuck up."

As he stomped upstairs I reached for my phone and pulled up the app I was looking for.

My husband's eyes went wide as saucers. "Mommy NO!" He cried.

I tapped the screen.

Signals from my phone zipped through the air to connect with the two tiny receivers inside my husband's diaper. The first one set the head of his chastity cage buzzing, relentlessly stimulating the sensitive head of his baby dick. The other caused the hollow-inflatable plug filling his pansy-pussy to rapidly deflate.

The back of his diaper rapidly ballooned outwards with a day's worth of "smushies" even as he had a #3 accident in the front, his cucky clit dribbling its mess all over the interior of the diaper. He was wailing and crying as he lost control over seemingly every bodily function and I stopped the vibrator to shove a fat paci-bulb between his lips and locked it tight around his head.

He looked at me, teary eyed, and weak, and adorably muted.

I smiled and cupped his cheek in one hand. "Mommy needs to go play wrestle with Daddy now. You be a good boy and enjoy making squirt-squirts in your pampies. Mommy will come change you when Daddy is done making his squirt-squirts inside her, kay?"