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Been a while since I showed my sissy self hehe. Was a great reminder of where I belong and what I wanna be!

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I'm sorry honey, but did you really think I would keep having sex with you?
You got what you wanted! You get to prance around the house in your little pampers! But sweetie, changing your poopy diapers doesn't exactly give me the hots for you. In fact, I can't really look at you the same anymore.
Awww!! But don't worry, sweetheart! You'll still get to cum! It will just be once a month and you'll have to hump your huggies in front of all my friends!
Yes, you heard right: once a month!
What? It's not my fault you wanted me to put you in chastity as well! You really dug your own grave here, sweetie.
So, no baybee. You and I won't be having sex anymore. But Mommy still has needs! Do you remember Mr. Michael? He's the contractor you hired to build all your little baybee furniture! Let's just say he's drilling more than just the screws to your high chair! He's been taking care of Mommy real well!
Maybe you could call him Daddy? I'm sure he would like that. He'd also probably like it if you sucked his dick. Remember? That was another little fantasy of yours too! You wanted to be a little cocksucker!
See honey? All your dreams are coming true! Aren't I just the best wife you could ever ask for??
All of my fantasies coming true!
Oh I would love for her to take her diaper off and wrap it around my face!
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Sooooo squishyyyyy đĽ´đ¤¤ donât tell daddy
Playpen Punishment
The nursery was quiet except for the soft crinkle of your diaper as you shifted in the playpen. The bars were tall, the padding beneath you plush, but none of it mattered. You were mad. Mommy had put you here for talking back, again, and no amount of pouting or kicking your feet was going to change that. The thick, baby-blue diaper between your legs felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how small she could make you feel when she wanted to.
You sighed, your pacifier bobbing as you sucked on it absently. The blanket beneath you was soft, but it did nothing to ease the frustration bubbling inside you. Without thinking, your hand drifted down, fingers pressing against the padded front of your diaper. The pressure was instant, a spark of something warm and forbidden. You bit down on your pacifier, your hips lifting just a little, seeking more.
Thatâs when you heard it, the soft creak of the rocking chair.
Mommy had been watching.
Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a edge to it that made your stomach twist. "Aww, is my baby boy bored?" She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin propped up in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile was knowing. Too knowing.
You froze, your hand still pressed against your diaper. You knew you werenât supposed to touch yourself. Good boys didnât do that. But the way she was looking at you, like she already knew exactly what youâd been doing, made your face burn.
Before you could pull your hand away, hers was there, slipping between the bars of the playpen. Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to guide you. "Boys donât get to touch themselves," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "Only Mommy can touch you."
Your breath hitched. You shouldâve been embarrassed. You were embarrassed. But the way her fingers replaced yours, pressing into the thick padding of your diaper, made it impossible to care. Her touch was deliberate, her palm cupping you through the layers of plastic and fluff. You whimpered, your hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.
Mommyâs laugh was soft, almost a purr. "Thatâs it, baby. Let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing just there, right where you needed it most. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the quiet nursery. You could feel yourself getting harder, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.
Your pacifier slipped from your lips as you panted, your free hand clutching at the blanket beneath you. "Mmm, someoneâs very excited," Mommy teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She didnât let up, her fingers never stilling, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, a hot, heavy weight in your groin that made your toes curl.
You tried to speak, to beg, but all that came out was a muffled, desperate sound. Your hips bucked against her hand, your body moving on its own, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. The diaper was warm now, damp from earlier, but the heat between your legs was something else entirely.
Mommy leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "You gonna make a mess for Mommy, baby?" Her voice was a whisper, but it might as well have been a command. The way she said it, like she already knew the answer, sent a shiver down your spine.
And then, just like that, you were there.
Your body tensed, your back arching off the blanket as the pleasure crashed over you. A choked cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pacifier youâd barely managed to shove back into your mouth. Your hips jerked, once, twice, your entire body shuddering as you spilled into your diaper. The warmth spread quickly, the padding soaking up every last bit of your release. But Mommy wasnât done. Her fingers kept moving, kept pressing, and the pleasure didnât stop. Your body clenched, and with a gasp, you realizedâŚ
You were going number two, too.
The heat in your belly twisted, and before you could stop it, your diaper gave a loud, wet squelch. The smell hit you immediately, thick, musky, stinky. Your face burned with humiliation, but Mommy just giggled, her fingers finally stilling.
"Looks like someone made a big mess," she cooed, her voice laced with delight. She didnât move to clean you up. Didnât even reach for the wipes. Instead, she simply stood, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork.
You lay there, panting, your diaper sagging with the weight of your mess. The warmth was unbearable, the stickiness clinging to your skin. You wanted to squirm away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The playpen bars were still between you and freedom.
Mommyâs smile was wicked as she reached down and scooped you up, cradling you against her chest. You were heavy in her arms, your diaper a warm, squishy burden between you. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But youâre my messy boy."
She carried you to the crib, the one with the tall, unyielding bars, and laid you down gently. The mattress was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat of your diaper. You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets, but Mommy just shook her head.
"No, no, baby. You made this mess. You can stay in it a little while." She tapped your nose playfully, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, itâs almost naptime. And good boys nap in their sticky diapers, donât they?"
You wanted to argue. Wanted to beg her to change you, to clean you up, to anything but leave you like this. But the look in her eyes brooked no argument. And deep down, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the discomfort, there was something else, a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day.
Mommy tucked a blanket around you, her touch lingering on your shoulder. "Sleep well, baby," she said, her voice soft. "Mommy will check on you later."
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your very full diaper.
Me all dolled up, ear buds in hypnosis and conditioning files on loop, caged, plugged, that little bottle at the ready to sniff. Anyone need a good obedient dolly for the evening?
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