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Author’s note: My fianc… Mommy *cough* wouldn’t let me touch till I was diapered. How rude is that? 😭 Also haven’t posted any pics of us in a while and wanted to bring a bit of that back. Enjoy, you crinkly little pervs. Lol 

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You know the rules, squirt. No “num-num” time till we get that baby noodle of yours wrapped back up in a diaper. I don’t care if we’re married, you know the rules. Remember what happened last time I let you touch them? I don’t want to deal with any leaky, immature boys who can’t control themselves getting my skin and clothes all wet and sticky. 

Oh? You don’t need the diaper? Even though you wear them to beddie bye every day? Well, do you want to explain that wet spot on your pants then? Did you go pee-pee, is that it? Poor baby boy got scaywed by Mama’s big boobies and made a widdle tinkle in his big boy pants? 

Aww, poor wet babys all wed n bwushy now, idn’t he? And what about dis widdle stiffy? Where did dat come fwom, huh? Maybe baby didn’t go pee-pee after all? Maybe widdle baby got all happy n’ tingwy when he saw Mommy holding his diapurrs. 

No? You’re bad at lying, hun. I wish you would be more honest like your itsy bitsy friend there. Actually, that gives me an idea! Lets just give the magic weenie a little rub, shall we? I bet it’ll make my wish come true. *giggle*

*rub* *rub* *ru-!

Oh my goodness! Well that certainly didn’t take long, did it? Aww, is the baby embawassed he had an “accident” in front of Mommy? Of course I know you didn’t mean to, sweetie. That’s exactly what the diaper is for. *smirk*

Well, now that that’s out of the way, I hope you enjoyed making your silly little squirt-squirts, because I’m sure baby will have a few more… accidents before sleepy time tonight, and naughty hubby babies that lie to Mommy don’t get changed till bed-time tomorrow.

Oh hush, I don’t want to hear another word. You’re lucky I still let you wear those ridiculous tighty whities at work at all and I’m sure no one will notice if you wear your diapies for a single day. 

What if you leak? Good question. I guess I’ll have to put another diaper around the one you’re wearing, wont I? Now take off those icky, sticky pants, lay down, and spread your legs like a good boy. 

Author’s Note:  I don’t do this very often, but my Mommy read the caption and thought it would be more appropriate / funny if I included some cuckold content in here as well and… I mean I’m not really going to say no to that so, enjoy!

“Honey, do you think… maybe, well… it’s been a while and uh… I guess..” I mumbled, trying to phrase my request in a way that wouldn’t end with tears in my eyes and a flaming rump.

She gazed at me steadily, an amused expression on her face, as if she’d already guessed what I was about to ask. Which, in all likelihood, was true. 

I tried to meet her gaze, fighting a failing battle to keep my eyes off the luscious curves of her breasts. My mouth was watering with thoughts of those beautiful globes between my lips, pert nipples obscenely engorged while my nostrils filled with their sweet, milky aroma. 

“C-can, we do it… umm, without the diaper this time?” 

Her response was instantaneous. She laughed and reached out to ruffle my hair. “Good one, lil guy. Maybe when you’re a bit more mature, ok?” She said, still giggling ruthlessly at my temerity. 

I felt the hope to regain a bit of my dignity wither. She hadn’t even seriously considered it, treating it like I was some toddler who’d just asked her for permission to use sharp scissors for the first time rather than her husband of 5 years. 

She took a seat on our… her, bed and patted the white and blue dinosaur blanket she’d laid across it. “Come on, crinkles. Be a good boy and you can have num-num time with Mommy, ok?” 

I whimpered softly at the degrading treatment but did as she asked, laying across the blanket and automatically spreading my legs and lifting my bottom like I’d done a million times before. 

“Look at you! Lifting your booty up all by yourself for Mommy.” She cooed, voice dripping with a honeyed mix of condescending encouragement. “

I closed my eyes tightly and looked away, wishing I didn’t have such a pathetic reaction to her teasing. 

“Is baby excited for his di-dee?” She smirked, gently flicking the diminutive stiffness that had risen between my legs. “I thought you didn’t want the diaper this time?” She asked innocently.

My cheeks burned with shame. “I don’t…” I said, unconvincingly, still not meeting her sparkling eyes. 

“Well this,” she said, gathering a drop of the glistening fluid streaming from my stiffness on one finger, “says that you’re a dirty, dirty little fibber.” She accentuated the end of her sentence by booping me on the nose with the sticky evidence of my lie. 

Thoroughly put in my place, I just meekly laid there and sniffled softly for the rest of the change. A short while later, she smoothed out the last set of tabs and helped me up and guided me to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room. 

She sat down and flashed me a smile that turned my heart to slush. “Now baby can have his num-nums.” 

Wishing I wasn’t showing such pathetic eagerness, naked except for my oversized diaper, I crawled into her lap. I felt my pulse quicken as she pulled off her shirt and perfunctorily cast it aside before, with agonizing slowness, removed the bra holding back the glorious mounds of her breasts. My eyes turned to coins and I let out an involuntary whine. 

She planted a tender kiss on my forehead rubbed my back. I think she meant to soothe me, but it only made my diaper even more damp with my need. 

“Shh,” she whispered. “No crying, sweetie. You’re Mommy’s good boy.” She cooed, lowering her nipple to my eager lips. 

I latched on immediately, brain already fuzzing over with the heady pheromones rising off her skin. I felt like my tiny cock was going to explode with all the blood rushing to it. It was so stiff it even managed to create a miniscule tent in the bulky folds of my diaper. 

My wife noticed and smiled indulgently. “Aww. Does baby want Mommy to help him make humpies?” 

I nodded as hard as I could while still suckling.

She reached over to a small table and grabbed a bottle of baby lotion. Pulling back the front of my diaper, she squirted a generous amount over my leaking “babyhood” before putting the diaper back in place and lightly placing her left hand over the crotch. Her wedding band glinted tauntingly in the soft light. “There,” she sighed contentedly and leaned back. “Now you can show me how big you are.”

I began to rub myself against her hand as I sucked, wishing that the mortifying sensation of my penis slipping through the creamy interior of my diaper didn’t feel so sublime. The infantile, floral scent of the lotion sliding against my cocklette mixed with the smell of my wife’s skin. My oral ministrations on the engorged nipple filling my mouth intensified as I willingly degraded myself.

“Mmm.” She let out a pleased moan as I licked, and bit, and sucked away at her sensitive flesh. “You’re so much better at this than Daddy.” 

 My penis throbbed and I whimpered with jealousy at the mention of the man she was sleeping with. She’d started seeing him months ago. Now suckling on her breast and grinding my thickly diapered and lotioned willy against her hand was the closest thing I had to sex with my own wife. 

“He’s going to be so jealous when I tell him what a big boy you were today.” She said, stroking my hair with one hand as I ground against the other. “Big boys like Daddy just can’t play with Mommy’s boobies like my little baby can.” 

I perked up at her words and increased the rate of my gyrations. At least I could beat him at something. 

“That’s why Daddy is so rough with Mommy when baby watches. Poor Daddy is embarrassed he can’t be as good as my special baby boy.” 

Misguided confidence at the twisted logic filled me and I smiled dumbly into her breast. I thought back to all those time’s I’d watch him mount her and moaned uncontrollably as I imagined myself in his stead, with my own tiny tool pistoning into her while she writhed in ecstasy. The reimagination of my many humiliations turned out to be a mistake. No sooner than 3 seconds had passed before I squealed and lost control, spraying my insubstantial load into the seat of my diaper. 

“Aww, did you make messies already?” 

I cringed as she lifted the waist of the diaper. Shame replaced arousal as I realized exactly what I’d just done. 

“You did!” She continued, oblivious to my distress. “Good boy! Making cummies so fast for Mommy. Who’s my widdle squirty boy?” She laughed lovingly and I buried my face into the warm sanctuary between her breasts. “Aww, don’t be embarrassed, honey.” She teased gently as she rocked me. “Daddy can’t make cum-cum squirts nearly as quick as you. You’re a much better baby than he is.”

We both startled as the front door banged shut. 

She reacted first. “Oh, perfect timing!” My wife said as she fairly threw me off her lap, not bothering to hide her eagerness. A small wet spot darkened the cushion where she’d been sitting. “Come on, honey,” She grabbed my wrist and grinned. “Let’s go show Daddy what you did with Mommy while he was at work and you can tell him how fast you can make spurties in your diaper!” 

"Is this what you want? You want me to wipe your ass for you? To change your wittle diapurrs and tweat you wike a wittle baby??

Aww, well I'm sorry honey. But if you want me to change stinky diapers, then I'm gonna need a little entertainment of my own. I'm not always gonna be the loving 'mommy' you want me to be. You can't enjoy things too much!

So I'm gonna have to tease and torture you a bit! That means instead of just wiping your bum bum, I'm gonna have to put a finger or two up there to make sure you're extra clean.

You may get to cum, but not until I edge you enough to where you're putty in my hands.

Of course, I'll have to spoonfeed you the mess, or put it in your ba ba. Can't have a hungwy baby now can we? I think solid foods in general are out of the question. No need to chew anymore sweetheart! Only mushy nanners and pureed prunes for you!

Yesss, if you want me to treat you wike a baby then I'm gonna do things MY way! And since your wittle baby dick will be too busy being stuffed inside some Huggies, I guess i'll have to look elsewhere for my needs, won't I?

How's that sound, hmm? You want me to go find you a Daddy? Someone who can take care of both you and Mommy? Awww!! Don't cry, sweetheart! This is what you wanted, isn't it?

No? Too bad!!"

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I honestly stopped noticing the Baby was even around. Until i came over one day and Cherie told me to wait in the living room while she “got ready for me”. So i’m sittin’ there contemplatin what kind of crazy shit this girl has planned for me, gettin all hot and heavy just thinking about it, and i look over and see this little Baby bitch on all fours working on a coloring book. Looking at her in a short skirt and pigtails with a big diapered butt — i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t a little hard.

“Come here.” I told the bitch. That’s all i said. Her little ears perked up and she crawled over to me, just happy to be acknowledged. I pulled out my dick and smacked it against her face.

“Suck it.” I told her. She tried to act like he was all scared and shit. Shaking her head like she wasn’t secretly exploding with glee on the inside.

I didn’t even repeat myself. Just grabbed that bitch by her little pigtails and yanked her head over my cock. That’s all it took. Like a seal was broken. She started slurping and sucking my big black dick like she was a damn porn star.

I ain’t never seen someone suck a dick like that. She had all 10 inches of me down her throat and was still managing to wipe her tongue on my balls. Like she’d been practicing this shit herwhole life.

The whole time though she keeps squeezing the front of her diaper, like she was in pain or something. But she never stopped slurping on that dick.

Finally i pull my cock out of her stomach and i nut all over that bitches face. She just lays her head back and takes it too, convulsing as i cover her face with my seed, like she’s cumming too.

As soon as i look up i see Cherie. Standing in the doorway, looking all smug and shit in this sexy ass lingerie.

“Are you kidding me?!” She says, “did you just fucking cum?!”

She starts coming at me, meanwhile i’m thinking of all sorts of things to say. Expecting her to slap me. But instead she stops in front of the Baby and rips off the front of her diaper. I look down and see the little bitch has a fucking DICK! A tiny one, but still a dick! It was locked in this plastic cage thing, and the bitch had cum leaking out from inside of it.

Cherie is mad as hell. She grabs that…gurl…and bends him (her?) over the couch and starts smacking his ass like he owe her something.

“Oh i’d say it all started a couple years ago with my loser boyfriend in college…”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Well… I found out he was cheating on me. Which hurt, especially since the sex wasn’t all that great anyway, but I stuck with him because I thought he was a good guy.”

“So you diapered him?”

“Oh yea. Diapers, chastity, dresses, the works.”

“And you started betasitting?”

“Yea. I found out I quite enjoyed seeing a grown man prancing around in a skirt and a dirty diaper. The way they got all clammed up and embarrassed when they were getting a change, or wriggled and squirmed when I teased them. It turned out there were a lot of wives and girlfriends that needed women like me to watch their betas while they went out and…fucked other guys. It was good money, and I used it to put myself through school.”

“That’s great! Well, i’m glad you decided to apply for this position, but i hope you understand it’s going to be a little tougher than changing beta diapers. These are “Alphas” we’re working with, and they will be much harder to break. How do you plan to tackle that? What exactly do you bring to the table?”

*Smiles and points at breasts*

“These. I use them as bait, and get guys to do anything i want. They’ll be sucking on them with a full belly of breastmilk and a diaper full of poo by the end of the night.”

The nursery was awash in contradiction. Stepping through the door one’s nose would be immediately assaulted by the curious blend of sweet babyish scents of ointments and powders, and the stench of stale pee and dirty diapers. The soft aesthetic of light pastel wallpaper and padded surfaces in stark contrast to the leather restraints adorning every piece of oversized baby furniture. The pillowy stacks of thick disposable diapers looking increasingly inviting set against the intimidating wall of mounted paddles, gags, and locking mittens.

But the most curious contradiction of all was the muffled cries of distress punctuating the comforting tunes of the nursery rhymes tinkling throughout the room. Looking over the tall mahogany bars of the adult-sized crib, we begin to make out the form of our embattled hero: poor Baby Baluga.

Hunched over on his knees, wrists and ankles shackled to the four corners of his plush, wooden prison, poor Benny’s head hung low while his heavily padded bottom rose prominently in the air. The front flap of his unbuttoned onesie dangled between his legs, his thighs pushed far apart by the bulk of a fat diaper. A pitiful sight, the poor boy (for surely no one could accuse him of being a man) sobbed almost noiselessly into a fat, suffocating white gag protruding grotesquely from his wide-stretch mouth. As the cloyingly condescending tinkling of the Itsy Bitsy Spider emanated through the nursery, Benny felt the crocodile tears roll down his protruding cheeks as he pondered the unfortunate circumstances that landed him in this predicament.

It was only a few hours earlier that Baby Baluga woke up in his crib and clumsily pawed at his face with his thick mittens to rub the sleep out of his eyes. His tummy rumbled and without a moments thought, he clambered into a squat and felt himself depositing a squishy load into the seat of his already quite damp baby pants. Long having since lost any control, or hope of dignity, Benny knew there was no sense in holding it, especially with his usual morning change only moments away. Gingerly, the adult baby tried to reposition himself onto his belly only to fall clumsily backwards onto his bottom. He winced as he felt his mess spread into every available crevice, and sighed in defeat. Just another day in diaper discipline.

But as the minutes ticked on, Benny began to get anxious. His mommy never missed a morning change! Why hadn’t she been there to wake him in the first place? Without clocks in the room he had no way of knowing even what time it was. And as the minutes turned to hours, he stewed in an increasingly uncomfortable messy diaper. Finally, he decided he could wait no longer. Mustering up the courage the twenty eight year old baby approached the bars of the crib and proceeded to awkwardly swing one leg over the side, and then the other, his full diaper squelching all the way.

Once his feet touched the soft nursery carpet, he timidly proceeded towards the door and after some awkward fumbling with the knob, his mittened hands found purchase. Cautiously, he waddled down the hall, his knees forced into a humiliating bow legged stance.

“Mommy?” He whimpered softly, to no response. “Mommy?”

But as he rounded the corner into the living room, he was greeted by the back of a head he didn’t recognize. Rather than the shiny brown curls of his mommy, he saw the profile of a young man sitting on the couch watching golf. The TV must’ve been muted as the only sound he began to make out was a steady, rhythmic sucking, punctuated by the occasional moan.

“Mm-mommy?” He meekly called again.

“GLURK?” Came a sudden, garbled response followed by a wet, popping sound. Then, he saw the youthful face of his babysitter emerge as Miss Julie’s head lifted up into view. With the back of her hand she wiped some drool away from her pouty wet lips.

“Oh hey there little guy! Your mommy had to run some errands. Brad and me were just…”

The guy, presumably Brad, turned around with a slight smirk, “Uh Julie was just looking for the remote! Yeah, the TV’s stuck on mute and we couldn’t find the remote so…”

He knew what they were doing but the weight in the seat of his pants reminded him he had more pressing issues to attend to.

“Mm, miss Julie,” he hated having to say that to a girl much younger than him, “I think I need a.. mm… change, please?”

“Naughty boy! You know you’re not allowed to ask for diaper changes. In fact, I distinctly remember your mommy saying she left you in your crib this morning. What are you doing out of bed?”

He didn’t know where the courage came from but before he could stop himself Baby Baluga heard himself saying “I know you’re not looking for the remote! It’s right there on the armrest. I know what you were doing and… and if you don’t change me, I’ll tell!”

“Oh that does it! Get your butt over here you brat,” Julie was furious. Benny gulped nervously, knowing he had overstepped. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself pulled by the wrist as Julie marched him in front of the couch and pushed him onto his knees in front of Brad. Slowly, his gaze drifted south from Brad’s bemused face down his chest until his eyes crossed as they met the still-glistening head of Brad’s impressive cock, inches from Benny’s own nose.

“See that cock? That’s what a real cock looks like. Not like that caged little doodle you’ve got wrapped away. You want that disgusting dirty diaper changed? Well, this cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

Benny suddenly felt a hand at the back of his head, forcefully shoving his face forward. Over the past few months he had endured all sorts of torture and humiliation at the hands of his mommy and babysitter, but this was something he had never had to endure. With all his might, Benny pressed his lips together, shut his eyes and resisted Julie’s forceful hand.

“Okay, brat, I’ll give you a choice. Either suck Brad’s dick and I’ll give you a change, maybe even unlock that little cage of yours, or I change you now but I promise you’ll regret it.”

Though the thought of relief was enticing, as he thought about his balls his cock unconsciously twitched and he felt the terrible squelching sensation in his diaper. No, he needed a change. Now.

“P-please don’t make me suck his cock, Miss Julie!”

“As you wish, Pamper packer. Sorry baby, I gotta go take care of this stinker. But don’t worry I’ll be right back and this time I’ll be sure he won’t bother us.” Julie said with a touch of menace in her voice.

And thus Baby Baluga found himself, trussed up painfully tight, hardly able to move an inch, squirming against the the leather straps binding him tightly in place. His finally cleaned bottom glowing a hot red within his doubly thick Barney-print diaper, only recently pulled back up after a thorough paddling.

With a heavy sob, poor Benny’s tongue accidentally brushed up against the smooth, rolled-up plastic of what was previously his blowout diaper that Julie had sadistically stuffed and taped as far as it would go into his reluctant mouth. And as his tongue recoiled, he once again began to wretch at the smell and wish he had chosen to choke on something else instead. Between his muffled moaning and the throbbing of his bottom, the last words of Julie bounced around in his head.

“I hope that change was worth it, diaper boy. You better hope I don’t have to come back here because if I do, Brad’s coming too and believe me he will NOT be happy to be interrupted again. Enjoy your nap time, baby!”

Over the next agonizing hour Benny could do nothing but writhe uselessly against his tight restraints and gag at the smell of his stewing humiliation taped tightly below his nose. As the soft tunes of what seemed like the hundredth nursery rhyme began to fade out, the mischievous trill of Pop Goes The Weasel began to take its place.

Suddenly, Benny found himself ripped from his misery at the sound of a shoe on the hardwood hallway floor. As if in time with the music, he began to hear footsteps approaching louder and louder. Every “pop” punctuated by another heavy footstep. Furiously, Benny pulled at his restraints and screamed into the suffocating diaper gag, desperately willing himself to escape, to no avail. And just when all hope seemed lost, POP, the door opened to reveal…

Mommy! Benny let out an enormous sigh of relief and began to emit a string of muffled pleas for help through his enormous, squishy gag. “Please mommy, save me” he tried to cry.

“Right where I left you! Don’t worry, baby, the mean man’s gone.” She demurred from the doorway.

Benny sighed again, never more grateful to see his mommy. But any thought of freedom slipped away, draining right along with the color from his face as Mommy turned to reveal the intimidating strap-on dildo in her other hand.

“I heard someone was a naughty boy that doesn’t do what his babysitter tells him. Don’t worry, you will in time. But not today. No, I sent him home because when I heard how Julie left you, I had to get in on the action for myself!” She grinned mischievously.

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One…

Two…

Three…

She spoke up as she bent down. “Hey, kiddo, I don’t hear any exercising.” The round curves of her ass showed clearly through her clothes.

It was a “workout day” at your house. For your girlfriend, that consisted of a vigorous full body routine with a primary focus in toning her sensuous legs and butt. Your workout however was a little bit… different.

You realized you’d been staring and began to bounce again. You were in the corner of the room, held suspended by the adult sized bouncer she’d installed a few months ago. The dildo she’d worked inside you buzzed angrily. Your sodden diaper squished against what she called your “babyhood” again and again. You realized you were going to have another accident. You began to shiver and your legs gave out. The strap between your legs grew tight against your diaper and pushed the toy even deeper. Another dribble of premature cum joined the growing pool. 

“Almost 2 minutes that time, baby boy!” She held a timer. “Great job. We might be able to get you to last a whole three by the end of the year!” She wiped her forehead, breathing hard. You could see a drop of sweat disappear between her breasts. Your mouth watered and you wished you were filling her instead. She clicked a button. The timer started over. 

She sat on the bed and took a swig of water. “Go on, Lil’ guy. You can do it! Show that diaper who’s boss. You’re such a big boy, holding in your cummies for a whole two minutes. Ohh, whos Mommy’s little man. Das wight, it’s you!” 

The teasing combined with images of your Mommy impaled on your boyhood was too much. You felt your hole clench helplessly as you filled your diaper again.

27 seconds. 

She gave your crotch a rub, spreading the sticky mess. “Sorry, squirt,” she giggled, “guess I was wrong.”

THIS IS NOT MY PICTURE. I’m unsure who the original model is. Pictures will be removed on request. 

You whined in frustration as you looked up. Her soft, pillowy breasts were so close to your face. She didn’t even care as you openly ogled her. You could only stare up in envy and helpless need as your babysitter loomed over you. 

“Time for bed, squirt.” 

You hated when she called you that.

“Aww, what’s wrong, little guy? Are you still embarrassed about that little ‘accident’ you had while I was changing you?” She giggled. “It’s ok, hun. I’m sure it’s hard to hold it in when you’ve been locked up for so long.” 

Your cock gave a twinge and leaked at her words. It had been over a month since Mommy had given you some big boy time. It had gotten to the point where you started having wet dreams. Mommy had been excited when she saw the sticky spot during your morning change. You were starting to doubt if she would ever let you out again. 

“Ok, mush tush. Here’s your nighty night ba-ba.”

You pouted as she handed you the bottle of warm milk. It was so unfair. 28 year old men weren’t supposed to go to bed at 8:00. 

She pulled the bars of your crib up, trapping you until your Mommy arrived. “Enjoy your bottle, diaper boy. I mixed in a little extra something just for you. I know how much you like squishing around in your ‘accidents’.” She laughed. “And don’t even think about not drinking that. I’m sure you don’t want wifey to give you another spanking.”

“Umm…hi. This is, um, my presentation…”

My heart is pounding under my frilly blue frock, my gut churning, my mouth dry as I try to articulate the words. Mommy is in the little eight-person audience: watching, waiting with our other kinkster friends to see just how well her little sissy babydoll can humiliate herself. I need to obey her orders, to give my little show-and-tell as best I can, and most of all, to make it through without embarrassing myself any more than absolutely necessary…

“Honey, such big words!” Mommy calls sternly from the audience. “Remember - you need to be a convincing baby girl!” Oh, poopy. I clutch the pacifier dangling from my dress and jam it nervously into my mouth. Mommy really does want me to do it just like we practiced, doesn’t she? And so I begin again, my stomach knotting as I lisp out the words: “Zhiff iff my pweefentayfhun…on why I neeth my Mommee…”

The mommy dommes are cracking up now, clearly amused at my infantile enunciation - or lack thereof. “I wuv my Mommee tho mush,” I flounder on, blushing, desperate to make it through before - well, before I lost control. “Thee makef me bwekfis’, an feeth me my ba-ba, and dweffeth me in pwitty, pwitty cwoves…” A squeaky fart escapes me, resounding through the thick layers of padding between my legs and provoking giggles among the audience. Oh, yes, Mommy does do all those things. Over the past twenty-four hours she’s been taking special care of me, stuffing me with oatmeal and prunes and milk until I felt like I was bursting… Which, quite literally, was what I felt on the verge of doing right now - in my pants.

“I neeth my Mommee becauth…becauth I’m jufth a-a widdle giwl,” I stammer, shifting from foot to foot, fighting back the urge to clutch my stomach, hoping desperately to quell the growing tempest in my gut. “I don’ know mush, an’ I neeth hew to take good cawe ov me.” My audience is snickering now at my increasingly obvious discomfort - discomfort that Mommy has precisely timed to strike during this little show of ours. Oh, Mommy is so devious. But worst of all, even as I rage internally at how she’s stacked the odds so firmly against me, we both know deep down that I crave this humiliation so disgustingly much…

Then Sheila, the most forward of the mommy dommes, calls out: “Looks like you’re feeling a little nervous, baby! Do you need your Mommy to take you potty?” Oh, God, yes - I need a toilet so very, very badly. But even now…no. I can’t. My cheeks aflame, I shake my head, determined to make Mommy proud. “No, ma’am,” I mumble meekly. “I don’ need da pottee.” “Oh, really?” she asks, clearly amused by my stubborn response. “Why not, little sissy?”

Here it was. “’Cauth I don’ know how ta wooze it,” I lisp loudly from behind my pacifier, blushing as I pull up my skirt and petticoats to reveal the frilly bulk beneath. “Mommy thayth I beewong in dyeputh,” I grit my teeth as another pang grips my abdomen, my sphincter screaming for release. I should, I must. I can’t hold on any longer… can I? But I stubbornly hold out, praying that I can finish somehow before the inevitable explosion occurs.

“Oh, of course!” she exclaims, giggling. “I should have known such a little sissy as you wouldn’t be out of diapers yet.” She cast a mirthful glance back at my Mommy. “But sweetie, shouldn’t you actually show us just how much you need them, instead of just telling us?” No, please. No! I cast a panicked glance at Mommy, begging wordlessly for her to come to my rescue. Please, Mommy, I’m already humiliating myself so much here for you. Please…

But all she gives me is a knowing smile. “But of course, Sheila. Don’t worry. My little sissy needs them more than she even knows - and I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to give us a pretty little demonstration.” She gestures firmly at me. “Go on, baby. You heard the nice lady. Why don’t you-”

Alas, she is too late.

I don’t know whether it’s a subconscious impulse on my part, or whether my poor muscles really have just reached their limit. Whatever the case, even before my Mommy has finished speaking, a series of muffled explosions emanate from under my frilly skirt; and with a sickening, torrential rush, the semisolid contents of my laxative-stimulated bowels squirt messily out into my pants. I double over in mingled pain and relief, clutching the little blackboard prop beside me, suckling instinctively on my dummy and not even caring anymore that I am giving my audience the most delightful upskirt view of my rapidly filling and sagging diapers. I am a messy baby indeed, and now the entire audience knows it beyond the shadow of a doubt.

HAHAHA OMG - DO YOU SEE HOW PATHETIC YOU LOOK LOSER!

Here I am, a beautiful white Princess with a big fat ass built for black cock.. And look at you, beta loser, standing there with your t-shirt tucked into your fatty mcbutter pants exposing your fat belly and diapered ass.

You are lucky I didn't make you wear a onesie to the gym!

Now, you are going to pick up my bag. Thwink your wittle arms can cwarry that, diaper loser?

You are going to walk behind me, you can stare at my ass all you like. Feel your tiny pee pee grow in your diaper seeing what you will NEVER have.

SISSY BABY POOPED HIS PANTS! SISSY BABY POOPED HIS PANTS! SISSY BABY POOPED HIS PANTS!

Look in the camera, diaper daddy.

How does it feel to be looking soo ridiculous in front of your 18 year old daughter? Was it embarrassing for little diaper daddy to be outed as a sissy baby with a tiny dick to your own daughter two days ago?

I was soo exited to come home after school knowing I had birthday party waiting for me. Opening the front door and beeing met with the vision of my mom and all her friends and my own dad laying on the floor on his back with his legs in the air. You looked so pathetic with only your sissy socks, ridiculous thick (and wet) princess diaper and a pink pacifier in your mouth.. And your fat belly in all it's glory.. Snicker...

You know I always saw you as a real man, a good daddy to me and a supportive husband for mom. But now after being told that you have been in diapers since before I was born, that you have always been mom's cuckold diaper loser, that the only time you ever fucked her (with your 2 inch dicklet) was to conceive me and that all your money is not from your hard work but from your rich family..

I HAVE ZERO RESPECT FOR YOU, daddy!

Now that I have the keys to your itty bitty clitty cage and full authority over You these are some of your new rules:

You are to always address me as Miss Lisa

Bedtime is at 7pm every night no matter what!

You are to wear at least 5 overnight diapers at all time!

Being a good loser earns you a diaper change in the morning and in the evening - being a naughty little loser gets your evening change revoked.

You are to gain at least another thirty kilo, I want you so fat that lying on your back as a little baby is the only activity you can manage without getting completely exhausted.

You are hereby forbidden to ever drive a car, ride a bicycle, handle cash or another grown up activity like that!

Aww was that hard for diaper daddy to understwand? Dont worry daddy, from here on you will ALWAYS be in the presence of a female in charge of you! Either me, mom or a babysitter that we approve of..

Get over here dad, I need to check your diaper!

Good loser. What were you doing talking to my friends daddy? You trying to impress them with your fat belly and pink pampers?

'Aww what's da mattur? Does the wittle wooser has a wet diaper? Pyeeh smells like a certain chubby little baby has made a biig stinky! Whos a stinky baby? Are you a stinky baby? Awww'

You had just woke up from a nap and yes you was very stinky and wet. You blushed and cringed at your girlfriends cruel humiliation.

But this was your life - as you had accepted it.

If your girlfriend was gonna stay with you and maybe even letting you marry her - she demanded to be allowed to fuck all the black men she wanted and treat you like a pathetic diaper loser.

This is your wife: Hot, young, blonde with a fat gym trained ass.

You: Middle aged, micropenis, chubby and hairless body.

On a nice summer day like this is one of the rare days she is acting the part of the doting young wife. You have invited your employees and business associates on a picnic with wifes and children.

Everybody sees the successful boss with a big company and a stunning young wife..

What they don't see:

The spankings

The humiliation

The countless black men she sleeps with

Her little sister when she babysits you

Your nursery

“You realize now we have to change your diaper while you’re up here don’t you?”