Baby Princess Aurora

Forever a Diapered Cuck

"Good morning baby, did you sleep well? Looking at those pampers, somebody must have slept like a baby! I'm sorry if Ryan and I were loud last night, we tried to keep it down, but it was really hard for me...😵‍💫"

A flare of jealously bloomed inside your stomach, looking at your fiance standing there in her lilac swimwear made you curl your toes as warmth bloomed in your diaper.

Noticing your reaction, she began to laugh, covering her mouth. "Aww, I know you don't like mommy starting to sleep with other men. It's so sweet that you don't want to be a little cuck, but look at you! Are you not still wearing pampers because you can stop wetting the bed? Do you not still wear pullups during the day because you can't go a day without pissing your pants? And you can't even touch me without busting straight away... Is it any wonder that you need to be put into diapers, and that I need to satisfy MY needs with someone else... And that means being bred by a REAL man."

You shifted in your diaper miserably, the memory of your girlfriend's moans last night as she was being bred by Ryan in the room next door, and the feeling of your sticky mess spurting out of you just from hearing her pleasure, was burned into your memor, and soaked into your night-time protection. You wish it could have been you, but she was right.

"Is someone feeling hungry?" She giggled, sitting down on the edge of your bed, unhitching her bra. You wanted to complain, to beg her to stop sleeping with other men, that she was yours, but as her nipple found its way into your mouth and her hand began to softly pat the front of your damp nappy you closed your eyes and remembered your place in her life.

"Admit it... You like it when I bring home other guys," she smirked, looking down at you as her milk began to slowly flow into your mouth. "I had you pinned as a cuck from the moment we started dating. You were able to hold your bladder pretty well back then, but after a few months with me, well, let's just say we're lucky that they still make pampers in your size, right?"

You nodded pathetically as her hand began to softly rub the rough fabric of your diaper.

"You don't mind if Ryan spends the day here today?"

You shook your head, your legs kicking as you were brought to the edge of bliss. You pulled your mouth from her soft breast, "Please keep getting fucked by other men, mommy," you blurted out, overcome with waves of pleasure emanating from the thick padding encasing your small member.

Pleased with your admission, she began to rub quicker, causing you to gasp, and bust in your pampers, jolting your legs forcefully in your ecstasy.

Your girlfriend sighed, satisfied, standing up over you on the bed. "Now it's my turn," she smiled sweetly, obviously in heat from watching your pathetic display and diapered pre-ejaculation. You became excited at the prospect of being able to show her your appreciation, it was finally time to have a chance to show her you were more than just her diapered cuck.

You were at the beach, laying next to your partner as the sun lightly tanned her skin. You wanted to take your shirt off too, but you couldn't risk the people around you both catching a glimpse of your waistband underneath.

You stood slowly, feeling a warm weight shift around your lower torso as you did so. A gentle reminder that although you only dozed off only for a few minutes, that was all it took.

Your girlfriend, Jacinta, gave you a knowing smile as you stretched, careful to not make your shirt ride up at all.

"Nice to see you're up, you were sleeping like a baby for the last half hour." She giggled and you blushed red, you both knowing how true that statement was. She propped herself up on her knees, and cupped the front of your swim shorts.

"Mmmm." She mused, tsking to herself even as she glanced up at you, smile faded somewhat. You already knew her disapproval, and her low tolerance to your babyish habit of wetting the bed.

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It was at least a better reaction than your ex Jessica, who after the first few days of waking up in a wet bed next to you decided to bring another man into that very same bed, leaving you and your embarassing habit behind.

You still remembered opening the door and walking into the room, hearing the sounds of the two of them on your bed, the helplessness you felt, and the dark stain that started to spread over the front of your pants immediately after.

Determined to enjoy the beachside without having to worry about your problems, Jacinta had sat you down this morning to have a serious talk.

"Your bedwetting has gotten so much worse lately, and don't think I haven't noticed those little wet patches and stains on your clothes in the hamper. I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but if you're going to keep on forgetting to use the bathroom like a little kid, then you're going to be put in diapers like one."

And with that, you saw the package she brought, the babyish print adorning the infantile underwear, and you blushed red and argued, and fought against her.

"It just started happening after my last ex, I swear that I'll stop soon!" You lied, squirming on the bed as she took one of the diapers out of the package in a resigned manner. You wanted to resist, but you know that this had been coming for a while now.

"Look, I get it, you were a little traumatised and you're having a little trouble staying dry... Or keeping ANYTHING in. But I discussed this with my friends, and they agreed with me that this is for the best. If you're having to wear these babyish nappies it might supercede your feelings for your ex and give you some real incentive to actually use the fucking toilet for once." She laughed, spreading the diaper over the bed like some white and blue flower.

She DID have a pretty good point all things considered.... You always kept a change of pants on hand whenever you went out together, and wore multiple pairs of underwear to bed every night to try to curb the flow to no avail.

The tabs closed over your new underwear and your cheeks burned while you tried to look anywhere else, while you heard a small giggle from Jacinta.

"I'm sorry for laughing... But I can't believe I'm here, doing this right now. I've just taped my boyfriend into his first diaper."

Your cheeks continued to burn as Jacinta tried to find the humour in this compromising situation. She tapped the front with her fingernails.

"Seriously though, thank you for wearing this for me, you have no idea how much anxiety this is going to prevent. And it's only going to be for a little while, until you get over her, right?

You nodded, knowing full well that your problem had been around since you were a kid. You hated to admit it but the soft material hugging your waist made you feel pretty secure as well.

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You tottered towards the water, a noticable waddle in your step as Jacinta looked on disapprovingly. You had barely made it a few steps when you heard another voice behind you.

"Woah there kiddo, I think someone needs to have their swim diaper changed before they go into the water."

Your cheeks flushed red as you heard the comment from behind you, and a pair of hands tugged your shorts down slightly. You looked down and saw the waistband peeking out. The patterned material shone in the sunlight. You reefed your shorts back up but by then it was too late, your secret already exposed. You turned around to see a familiar face, a bright blue bikini wrapped around her gorgeous figure.

Jessica had her hands on her hips, looking smugly at you.

"I can't fucking believe it, you actually regressed to diapers..." she shook her head in disbelief, and yoy wanted to be anywhere but here.

Jacinta had already stood up and was right behind Jessica, and she didn't look very pleased at all.

"Excuse me, can I ask that you fuck off kindly? My boyfriend doesn't need random bitches pulling his shorts down, you sicko."

Jessica's eyebrows shot up with surprise and she roared with laughter.

Jacinta looked at you quizzically and you could only stutter out Jessica's name.

Her shoulders relaxed as she realised, and she crossed her arms. "So you're his ex that brought another man home... You know he still has nightmares about that night, you're the reason that he even needs to wear a diaper!"

Jessica's smile widened. "Oh honey, trust me, he's been piddling his pants far before I came into the picture. You have NO IDEA how many times I tried to get this little guy into a pair of pampers."

Jacinta looked confused and spoke directly to you. "But you said that this only started recently, when she broke up with you??"

Before you could respond, Jessica cut you off and snorted dismissively. "Don't tell me bought that? Little man's been waking up wet since high school, didn't you know? And those accidents during the day aren't all that new, either... Take a leaf out of my book, stop listening to his lies and get out before you waste your time changing his sheets every morning. Or his fucking pampers."

She gave you the finger and walked past you, towards the water and away from Jacinta, who was lost for words.

A trickle started lazily working its way down your legs.

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The tapes tore off of the sides of you diaper and Jacinta deftly ran a wipe over your area, quickly and efficiently. She had a lot of time to practice over the last few weeks.

"Jessica had a point, you know." Jacinta spoke, more to herself than to you, but nowadays she was always like that towards, like you weren't really there.

"Keeping you in pampers is definitely the right move. You can't keep the bed dry, and you're a little liar as well. Most kids grow out of both by the time they get to high school, but not you. I can't even imagine having to change your sheets every morning." You remembered when she used to call them OUR sheets, but you didn't sleep together anymore. She chuckled, sliding a new diaper under your legs.

A voice called her from the living room.

"I'm just changing his diaper, James!" She called out behind her, and a puff of baby powder covered your front.

"You think that you could just lie about this being temporary? That you could just keep pissing your nappy forever and I'd just put up with it?"

The tapes locked onto your waist as your ex fastened your diaper up as tight as it would go. James called to her again and you could see her flush red, the way that she used to with you. You were already leaking just thinking about what they were about to do in the next room.

"Maybe after hearing how adults have fun, it might inspire you to actually start acting like one." She smiled meanly to you, before joining her new boyfriend in the living room.

We had another special adult baby come and see us at fetcon! Baby Zura was one of the cutest and tiniest adult babies we had all weekend. She was so precious in her adorable bonnets and thick disposable diapers.

See this full set and more at the link below!

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Good girls make cummies in their diapers

“What’s with the fussy face, Pamper-Puff?” Mommy and her friends looked back at you as they prepared to leave the hotel room.

“I… I want to come with you to the pool,” you mumbled, already knowing the hopelessness of your request.

“Ahww, that’s adorable!” Mommy’s friend in the blue lace, Natalia, gushed, “But this pool party is 21 and up only.”

“But I’m older than that!” you whined.

“Maybe physically,” Margo, the woman with the dirty blonde hair, snickered along with Natalia.

“Sorry Hun,” Mommy sighed, “but I don’t think a little boy who still needs his diapers is what the hotel had in mind for their 21+ Happy Hour at the pool.”

“B-but that’s not fair,” you whimpered. “You’re the one making me wear diapers on vacation!”

“No, baby, I’m not.” She adopted a more serious tone, “You’re the one who agreed to be our little diaper boy this trip, remember?”

“I didn’t want to be in diapers on vacation,” you feebly contested.

“Maybe not,” Mommy conceded, “but you did want to cheap out and only pay for one room for the girls and I. This is the price.”

“That still doesn’t make any sense,” you grumble just loud enough for them to hear.

“It makes perfect sense, cutie!” Natalia enthusiastically launched into an explanation: “It would be awkward and kinda weird for us to all stay in one room with our friend’s boyfriend, but now that we’re we’re sharing a room with an adorable little adult toddler, we don’t have to worry about that!”

“Plus,” Margo added with a devious grin, “it’s pretty entertaining watching someone who’s ostensibly an adult man getting manhandled by his mommy.”

“But I want to be a big boy, and I want to go to the pool!” you stomped your foot for emphasis.

Mommy silently raised an authoritative eyebrow as her friends talked amongst themselves:

“Maybe he needs a nap?” Natalia suggested.

“Or a diaper change,” Margo laughed.

*Knock Knock*

“Perfect timing,” Mommy smirked. “Come in!”

“Here’s the crib you requested,” one of the hotel staff wheeled in a crib, while trying —and failing— not to giggle at the sight of you, standing in just a t-shirt and infantile-print diaper.

“Perfect, thank you so much!”

The staffer smiled before making an abrupt exit, probably busy with other tasks.

“What the hell is that?” you glared at the crib.

“It sounds like you’re having some pretty big feelings, so Mommy’s gonna put you down for a nap in your crib while me and the girls are out.” Mommy said gently.

“Screw that and screw you all!” you say, finally snapping. You begin to rip the tabs off your pamper in protest, “I’m done with this!”

Before you can rip off the third tape, Mommy has you by the ear and is dragging you to the bed: “I don’t think so, mister! I refuse to put up with this bratty behavior for any longer on what’s supposed to be a nice, relaxing vacation!”

“Ooooo, someone’s in trouble,” Natalia giggled.

“W-wait!” you cry as she pulls you over her lap.

“Teach the brat a lesson!” Margo cheered excitedly.

“You’re being naughty and disobedient!" Mommy began to harshly pepper your butt as she spoke, “And you’ve embarrassed me in front of my friends!”

The barrage continued through your tears as you desperately apologized: “I-I’m S-sorryyyy!”

Finally, the spanking stopped before Mommy pulled your diaper back up: “I know you’re sorry, honey, and I forgive you. But you still have to apologize to my friends for your little tantrum.”

You turned to Mommy’s friends, red in the face, before saying the words: “I… I’m sorry for throwing a tantrum.”

“Ahww that’s okay cutie,” Natalia met you with a gentleness usually reserved for children, “I know it can be hard for little ones to process their BIG feelings.”

“And I don’t have high expectations for diaper boys anyway,” Margo shrugged.

“Now, how about that pool party?” Natalia clapped her hands together in excitement.

“You guys go ahead,” Mommy waved them off, “I’ll meet you down there. I just want to get my special boy all tucked away for nap time first.”

“Mommy,” you said quietly, careful to avoid any further punishment, “Do I really have to take a nap in that crib?”

“After your little outburst? Absolutely.”

“Well, you have fun with that,” Margo said before her and Natalia left the hotel room.

Soon enough, you found yourself tucked into the crib in a fresh diaper with a teddy bear tucked beneath your arm. Mommy smiled down at you as your pacifier bobbed in your mouth.

“Mommy wants everyone to have a good vacation, including you. But in order for that to happen, you need to be a good boy for Mommy and her friends. Can you do that for me, honey?”

You sighed before nodding.

“Good boy.” Mommy leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, “Mommy loves you very much. Sweet dreams.”

With that, she flicked off the hotel room light switch before leaving to enjoy the adults only pool party, while you napped helplessly in your crib.

As you suckled on your paci, you wondered if the price of cheaping out on one hotel room was really worth it…

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

I found the image on Reddit, and no credit was given :(

“I love Raves!” Ashyln, your long-term crush and reason for joining your college’s creative writing club exclaimed. “Have you ever been to one?”

“N-no… but I’ve always wanted to go!” You added hastily, trying your best to match Ashlyn’s enthusiasm.

“They’re awesome,” Ashlyn smiled wistfully, as if remembering her own experiences. “You should really check one out!”

“I’ve thought about it,” you scratched the back of your head, “but I guess I’ve just never had anyone to go with.”

“Really?” Ashlyn sounded genuinely surprised. “Well… I just so happen to have a spare ticket if you want to come to the show with me and my roommates this Saturday?”

“I don’t know,” you eyed the carpet. “Aren’t you supposed to get dressed up for these kinda things? The best I have is a graphic T-shirt…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ashlyn waved the objection away with a dismissive hand, “I just so happen to have a rave outfit you can wear.”

“Really?” you blinked, “I don’t want to impose…”

“Dude, it’s seriously fine.” She winked, “You can be my rave baby!”

“Rave baby?” You raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“It’s just a term that means I’m paying your way,” she explained. “Not to mention introducing you to the scene and picking your outfit. So what do you say; want to be my rave baby?”

“Sure,” you tried to say casually, but the goofy smile plastered across your lips gave you away; you were elated that Ashlyn seemed to be flirting with you.

“Alright,” Ashyln giggled at you. “We can meet at my place Saturday and Uber to the show together with my roommates.”

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

“But you gotta be cool,” Ashlyn’s tone suddenly turned serious, “I don’t want a judgy prude bringing down the vibe.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you laughed, “I’m chill with alcohol, weed, mushrooms, whatever.”

“I knew I liked you,” Ashlyn grinned, flashing her teeth.

***

Ashlyn’s house was nice, especially for a college girl’s house; it was made of red brick and had a mahogany front door. The same door that you were now knocking on.

“You made it!” Ashlyn, holding a red solo cup, wrapped you in a hug. She was dressed in what amounted to a bedazzled bikini beneath a transparent cover up that glittered green and blue in the evening sun.

“Of course,” you returned the embrace, “How could I miss this?”

“Ash!” a girl’s voice called from within the house, “Is that the rave baby!?”

“Yes!” Ashlyn’s voice called back, echoing through the house: “The baby’s here!”

You blushed: “Is that nickname gonna stick all night?”

“Probably.” Ashlyn grabbed your hand, “Now come in and meet the girls; then we’ll get you dressed!”

Two women, one with black hair and another with orange-red hair, stood in the living room, talking to each other while taking occasional sips from their respective red solo cups.

“Girls,” Ashlyn gestured to you, “meet the rave baby.”

“Hi honey,” the redhead greeted, “My name’s Mary.”

“And you can call me Nellie,” the other woman’s gaze darted to your feet before crawling back up to your eyes. “Looks like this one has some potential. Good find, Ash!”

“Thanks…” you said skeptically, “I think?”

“You’re welcome,” Nellie nodded.

“Don’t mind her,” Mary chuckled nervously, “Nellie’s just like that sometimes.”

“For real,” Ashlyn agreed. “Do you want a drink?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

Ashlyn wandered off to the kitchen, leaving you at the conversational mercy of the two other women.

“So, first Rave huh?” Marry asked, “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, totally! I’ve always wanted to go to one, but I’ve never had people to go with.”

“Ahww poor thing!” Marry said sweetly, “Don’t worry, your rave moms will take great care of you tonight!”

“Oh, that’s for certain,” Nellie laughed to herself.

Ashlyn returned from the kitchen before you could ask Nellie what she meant by that. Probably for the best; maybe Nellie’s strangeness would become endearing as the night went on.

“Here you go,” Ashlyn handed you a sippy cup full of an ominous liquid.

You chuckled at the sight of the sippy cup: “So, you guys take the whole ‘rave baby’ bit pretty seriously…”

“We don’t want you to spill.” Ashlyn winked, “The house is a rental after all.”

You shrugged before taking an exploratory drink from the sippy cup. “This tastes pretty good; what’s in it?”

“My own special formula!” Ashlyn exclaimed proudly, “It’s appie juice, vodka, and a few other things.”

“Speaking of, We should probably get him dressed before–” Nellie started, but was interrupted.

“-We have to call the Uber!” Mary finished, cutting Nellie off.

“Right,” Ashlyn grabbed your free hand, “Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll get you ready for the rave.”

“O-okay,” you said, unsure of how you found yourself already going to a private room with Ashlyn. Maybe she liked you even more than you thought…

Or that’s what you thought until you saw where Ashlyn was taking you: The room you found yourself in could only be described as a toddler’s bedroom, complete with a Lightning McQueen race car bed, a play mat, and a whole roster of stuffed animals scattered across the room.

“I thought you and your college roommates were the only ones that lived here…?” you grasped for an explanation.

“We are,” Ashlyn reassured, “but we like to… babysit from time to time.”

“Ah… gotcha.”

“Your clothes are laying out on the bed.”

You shot a glance at the comforter to see the outfit that Ashlyn had laid out for you; you saw psychedelic themed shorts, a matching bucket hat, a shirt that proclaimed ‘I like to be Called a Good Boy’, and –most egregious of all– an adult diaper that was decorated with cartoon characters.

“Ashlyn, the sippy cup joke was one thing, but a diaper… really?”

“I’m just trying to look out for my rave baby!” Ashlyn deflected, “You don’t even know how long the lines for the gross porta-potties get. Trust me, you’ll be better off diapered.”

“Where’s yours then?”

“I’ve developed an iron bladder ‘cuz of all the music festivals I’ve been to. Same goes for Mary and Nellie.”

“And the shirt?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Is it untrue?” Ashlyn chewed at her lower lip, “Would you dislike it if I called you a good boy?”

“Uhhmmm,” you stumbled back, unsure how you got here but enjoying it none the less.

“Answer the question…” she took an assertive step toward you, pinning you against the wall with her warm body, “...baby.”

“Y-yes…” you gulped.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” her knee slid up along your thigh, eventually finding your private parts and sending a shockwave of pleasure trembling through your body.

“MmMMhh,” you whimpered.

“Ahww, you’re just adorable! Now can you put your arms up to the sky for Mommy?”

“M-mommy?” you mewled.

“That’s right sweetheart. Now put your arms up, so I can get your shirt off.”

You did as you were told, raising your arms above your head.

“Good boy,” Ashylyn said before slipping your shirt off, which was quickly followed by the unbuckling of your pants.

Once you were fully naked, Ashlyn pulled you off the wall. She placed a firm palm on your naked chest, guiding you to the racecar bed before gently shoving you onto it.

“R-really?” you said, “I’m not complaining, but is it really okay to do… it on this bed?”

“Do what, sweetie?” Ashlyn asked with an innocence that contrasted her devilish grin, “I’m only getting my sweet Rave Baby dressed for the show before the Uber gets here.”

“S-seriously?” the pained objection slipped out of your lips.

“Well, maybe if you’re a good boy for Mommy and her friends at the rave…” Ashylyn fluttered her eyelids, “We’ll see about… it when we get back. But first, you have to be good and spread those legs for your diaper!”

Ashlyn and her friends were obviously a lot kinkier than you imagined, but that wasn’t a problem for you; you did say you were good with anything. With that in mind, you decided –maybe a bit tipsy from Ashlyn’s special formula– to play along.

“Y-yes Mommy…” you said shyly, exploring the word on your tongue.

“Good boy!” Ashlyn gushed before powdering your excited parts and wrapping them snuggly in the diaper. She then pulled the rest of the curated ensemble onto you.

“You look great, baby! Now, let’s show you off to mommy’s friends before the Uber gets here.”

“That’s more like it!” Nellie grinned, drinking in your new outfit.

“You’re so adorable that I could just eat you up!” Mary pinched your cheeks.

“That’ll have to wait,” Nellie said, “Because the Uber will be here in five minutes.”

“You know what that means,” Ashlyn held out her red solo cup, “Let’s have a toast to an unforgettable night and down our drinks, girls!”

“That means you too, hon.” Nellie shoved the sippy cup into your grasp.

To your embarrassment, the girls downed their drinks rather quickly with little effort. You, on the other hand, were stuck nursing from the sippy cup, which only allowed for a slow yet constant flow of liquid. Since the girls had already finished their drinks, they focused their attention on you.

“Keep going sweetie,” Mary encouraged, “you can do it!”

Your cheeks burned crimson as the glug glug of your suckling filled the room.

“Atta baby,” Ashlyn purred as you finished off the apple juice cocktail, "Finishing all of your sippy like a good boy! Mommy’s so proud of you!”

“And just in time for the Uber,” Nellie laughed.

As you waddled behind the girls towards the car, you hoped they couldn’t tell just how much you had enjoyed being the object of their attention.

Read part 2

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As Always, all charachters depicted are 18+

The baby struggle

So they got married. She said he should take her last name and he was reluctant and weirded out by it and his family was vehemently against it–“What the hell last name will the kids have?” his dad had thundered, and all Kristin could think was, yeah, like your son will ever be able to fuck me and produce one?–but couldn’t go against it.

On their wedding night, after promising, promising, promising that THAT would be the night he’d get to fuck her, she explained to him how it would be kind of gross, actually, for him to try and put that…that…that little thing in her. Because she’d always had a lot bigger ones, you understand? He didn’t, since he thought she was a virgin like him. And it wasn’t his fault, she said as he cried. God made him like this, it’s not like he wanted to have that little worm down there, right? They could still have sex, see. But since he took her name and that kind of implied she wore the pants and was the man in this relationship…shouldn’t he be the one getting fucked? And she pulled out her strap-on from the suitcase she’d packed.

They settled into a nice life. She made it clear she didn’t cook. Or clean. Or do laundry. And he was so good at it why didn’t he just handle it and of course he meekly complied and the one time he sort of almost complained she took him over her knee and spanked him for, oh 20 minutes. The tears came, her hand ached, his ass ached. Such a crybaby! Christ, all night he bawled. Like a baby. A big baby. So after telling him, “If you’re going to be a baby why don’t you go up to bed at a baby’s time, 8. I’ll be up after midnight,” she started wondering how far she could push this.

She went online and looked around the weirder parts of the internet and found adult babies. And adult baby diapers. And plastic panties? And like locking plastic panties? Really? She laughed as she ordered them.

And then laughed when they arrived and she put him in them–after another thorough ass-whacking when he protested at first.

Things just sort of progressed from there, the wimp being unable to fight, just accepting things. Kristin got the best of all worlds. A nice guy at home. Great maid. He brought in good money. And she fucked whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

Hubby, maybe not quite so fortunate. He was basically incontinent now. Trapped in Pampers 24/7 and often locking plastic panties. Like tonight, as he sat in his bed in the guest bedroom where he was relegated to, writing his lines for his 20-year-old babysitter who was out in the living room making out with her boyfriend after sending the idiot diaper sissy to his bedroom. His mommy was out on a date. His cock was locked up. Mommy let it out once every three months for a squirtie as she called it. His family had been shocked as he was increasingly feminized and they still couldn’t believe the diapers, from the time Kristin first shared that “he’s into this and I just want to support him,” to the fact he now had little control over his bowels or bladder. He still sometimes wondered how life would be different if he’d ever stood up to her, maybe even refused to take her name at the wedding, but it was too late for regrets. Now he just did his best to avoid punishments and to make mommy happy, though he knew he couldn’t make her happy like her dates did, which she always explained in excruciating detail when she’d get home. Sometimes she even had videos.

And lately she’d been talking about finding someone for hubby. Maybe another sissy in diapers or maybe, oh, maybe someone who would REALLY like to play with the sissy. His mouth, his ass, and wouldn’t mind that he was a diaper-wearing poof.