Babycuck

“Sit,” Father Mark says every Sunday morning in his office. He always asks the same three questions in that calm, unhurried voice of his. A “no” to any of them carries consequences you try very hard not to think about.

A piece of pride slipping away with every spoonful but you just cant get enough~

No…. I need to Stop

But, it feels so…

GOOD

Maybe, if I try hard enough

I can Do what the Big boys do….

And Lover

Hop, hop, hooray! Here I am, completely exposed and vulnerable on the side of the street, dressed in my frilly pastel purple dress and sissy bonnet, just in time for Easter. The warm spring breeze brushes against my skin as I sit in my soaked diaper, sucking on my pacifier, feeling the delightful humiliation of my little Easter outing. Cars whiz by, each driver getting an eyeful of their adorable little baby, and I can hardly contain the mix of shame and excitement running through me.

Daddy takes his time snapping pictures of his precious sissy baby on full display, as I feel the heat rise in my cheeks from all the public attention. I can’t help but wonder if the charming neighbor next door, with his hot smile, noticed as daddy proudly waltzed me out to showcase me as his big, sissy diaper lover on this festive day. Each glance from passing cars seems to amplify my embarrassment, making me feel like I’m the star of an unwanted Easter parade. This is what it means to be utterly at daddy’s mercy, a sissy baby exposed and celebrated in the most adorable yet humiliating way possible!

Rugby champ? Nope, not anymore.

It may take some time, but you'll get it eventually, buddy:

Boys are for diapers, diapers are for boys.