diaperFighter

“I know you miss having real sex, so I have a special treat for you. You get the same view my bulls get: My gorgeous round ass bent over your co— I mean, sissy pampers— rolling back and forth, tightening and loosening. I’ll even turn the toy on so we can moan at the same time. Just like real sex.

"Now hump your diaper just like this okay? Grind on that dildo in your butt. You have to learn how to work it. This is the only way you get to cum through your little cage: by grinding on big fat dick! That's it! I hear you moaning.

Awww!! Did you find your spot? Does that feel goood?!

Bounce loser!

This is the closest thing to sex you'll ever get! Humping diapers and dildos and maybe one day some real dick!

Bounce bitch!

I wanna hear that diaper crinkle. You're such a fucking loser. Poking yourself with a plastic penis in your pissy pampers!!

Mmmm! I"m gonna make you wear an outfit just like mine! You can't look like a boy BB while you're bouncing on dick! You need to dress like a prissy little slut!

Harder loser! Pound that pamper into the ground!

Awww! What's the matturr? Why are you moaning? Does it feel good? Huh?? You like that you fucking BB bitch?! You gonna cum in your diapy for me? Yea? You gonna make a wittle goo goo in your pampurrs?? Mmm suck your thumb for me baybee!! Tell me what a loser you are! Grind that ass into the ground. Make it crinkle!

Mmm you're gonna cum aren't you? Take your thumb out of your mouth. I wanna hear you moan. Tell me who owns you. Tell me what a little BB bitch you are.

Louder!

Cum in that fucking diaper. Shoot your loser load through your cage and into your piss-soaked padding like the bitch you are! That's it! 3...2..........1.

So pathetic.

How's that dick feel in your ass now, faggot? Not quite as fun anymore is it?

Too bad.

It's staying in there until that sticky mess you made completely soaks in, and your drenched diaper is sagging so much it almost falls out! I hope you know there's no reason to remove your cage now that you've figured out how to cum like a beta boi. Now go get your pacifier sweetie. Suck on it in the corner while you contemplate how much manhood you've just lost.

The fade was slow, almost imperceptible at first. Jess and I used to have sex—nothing spectacular, but enough to keep us tethered. Then my stamina faltered. I’d struggle to stay hard, she’d lose patience, and over time, she just stopped wanting it. We went from weekly to monthly, then to nothing. I’d still try, brushing my hand along her thigh or whispering in her ear, but she’d shrug me off, eyes glued to the TV. “Not tonight, Jake,” she’d say, and I’d slink away, horny and defeated.

My kinks were always there, though—diapers and feet, these private fixations I’d nursed for years. I’d bring them up sometimes, testing the waters, but she’d just scoff. Still, I kept pushing for something, anything, until she started tossing me handjobs like scraps. “Let’s make it quick,” she’d sigh, barely looking up from her phone. She figured out fast that letting me worship her feet—licking her soles, kissing her toes—while I scrolled diaper porn on my phone got me off in record time. I’d cum in a flash, and she’d wipe her hand, satisfied it was over. I didn’t fight it. It worked, and I let it become our routine.

One day, she handed me a cup. “Cum in this,” she said, her tone clipped. “Less mess.” I nodded, too caught up in the rhythm to question it—her feet in my face, the crinkle of diaper videos in my ear, the cup catching my load. I didn’t know she was saving it all, funneling every drop into a Ziploc bag she hid in the freezer, amassing months of my surrender.

Then came the reckoning. I walked into the bedroom, and there she was, perched on the bed with a diaper in one hand and that thawed Ziploc in the other—a bloated, glistening testament to my shame. “Hey, babe,” she said, her voice laced with venomous glee. “Time for some fun.” I stared, throat dry. “What is that?” She dangled the bag. “This is every sad little load you’ve jerked out to feet and diapers. Look at it, Jake—all that cum from your pathetic routine.”

She unfolded the diaper, motioning me to lie down. I obeyed, too stunned to resist, and she taped it around me snugly. Then she poured it—the cold, thick mess sliding into the padding, soaking against my skin. “Feel that?” she sneered. “That’s what you’ve become. Not a real man—real men don’t cum this much to porn and toes.” She leaned in, her eyes glinting. “And you know what’s funny? You made this so easy. I started giving you handjobs, and you just… took it. Never even tried for my pussy again. A real man would’ve been begging to fuck me every night, not licking my feet and stroking off to Pampers.”

Her words hit like a slap. “I—I didn’t—” I stammered, but she cut me off. “No, Jake, you chose this. You got comfy with your little handjob life, didn’t you? Happy to suck my toes and watch your diaper shit while I got you off. You didn’t fight for me. You picked feet and padding over pussy. Say it.” She started firing questions, relentless. “What did you choose, Jake? Did you ever try to fuck me again? What kind of man settles for this?” I mumbled the answers—“feet,” “diapers,” “no”—each one a nail in the coffin of my pride.

“Now hump it,” she said, folding her arms. “Rub yourself off in your cummy diaper.” Mortified, I did it, grinding into the slimy mess, her gaze boring into me until I came again, adding to the filth. She reached over, patting the sodden bulk. “Look at you,” she mocked. “Such a good little diaper boy.” I begged, voice cracking, “Please, Jess, change me.” She laughed, sharp and cold. “Not a chance. You’re staying in that all night. And don’t even think about my pussy—it’s off-limits forever. You chose this pussy-free life, Jake. Get used to your cummy diapers and my feet.”

She climbed off the bed, leaving me there, trapped in the wet, reeking prison of my own making. She was right—I’d let it happen. I’d settled for her hands, her soles, my screen, never pushing back. And now, stewing in the evidence of my choices, I knew she’d locked me into this forever.

Evan met Lila at a cozy coffee shop on a rainy spring afternoon. Her laugh was bright, her eyes warm, and within weeks, they were inseparable—laughing through late-night movies, sharing secrets under dim streetlights. But Evan carried a secret of his own, one he’d never dared whisper to anyone. He craved the softness of diapers, the secret thrill of wetting them in the dark, a desire he’d buried since adolescence. When their relationship deepened and sleepovers became routine, he saw his chance.

“I… I have a bedwetting problem,” he confessed one evening, his voice trembling with feigned shame as they lay in her bed, the city humming outside. “I need to wear diapers at night. I’m really sorry—I should’ve told you sooner.”

Lila’s hand found his, her touch gentle. “Oh, Evan, it’s okay. We all have our things. I don’t mind at all.” Her acceptance was a balm, and that night, he slipped into a thick, absorbent diaper under the covers, heart pounding with excitement. He waited until she was asleep, then quietly wet it, the warmth spreading, fulfilling a fantasy he’d held for years. Every night after, he maintained the lie, waking before dawn to ensure the diaper was soaked by morning, reinforcing the illusion of a medical necessity.

For months, their nights were a haven of acceptance. Lila never flinched, never judged, even helping him adjust the tapes on occasion with a smile. Evan felt a mix of guilt and exhilaration, the diapers becoming a secret addiction he couldn’t shake.

But secrets unravel. One evening, Lila stumbled upon an open tab of diaper fetish porn on Evan's laptop. As she clicked through more she found stories about faking bedwetting to be in diapers at night. Her heart sank, then hardened. “Evan,” she said later, her voice sharp as she confronted him in her living room, hands on her hips, “you’ve been lying to me. You don’t have a bedwetting problem, do you? This was all a game to wear diapers and play some sick little fantasy, wasn’t it?”

Evan’s face flushed, words stumbling over themselves. “I—I can explain. I just… I liked wearing them. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It started as a… a kink, but—”

“Stop wearing them,” she demanded, cutting him off, her eyes cold and piercing. “Now. I’m not playing your games anymore.”

But it was too late. The months of diapers, the nightly routine of wetting while lying in bed, the alarms he’d set to wake and reinforce the habit—it had rewired something in him. His bladder, once obedient, now betrayed him. A week after her demand, he woke in her bed, damp sheets clinging to his skin, the diaper he’d reluctantly stopped wearing uselessly dry on the floor. It happened again the next night, and the next. Panic set in as he realized the lie had become his truth.

Lila noticed the wet patches, the shame in his eyes. At first, she scoffed, thinking it was another act. “Still pretending, huh? Still playing your pathetic diaper game?” she sneered, crossing her arms. But after three nights of undeniable evidence—sheets soaked, his face crumbling—she finally believed it. Yet her acceptance had vanished, replaced by a cruel edge that cut deeper than any rejection.

“You did this to yourself, Evan,” she snarled one morning, standing over him as he fumbled with a fresh diaper, the scent of urine lingering in the air. “Look at you—pathetic, needing diapers every night like a baby. Did you think this would be cute? Did you think I’d keep coddling you after you lied to my face?” Her laughter was sharp, mocking, as she pointed at the bulky padding around his waist. “What kind of man wets his bed and needs a diaper to hold his mess? You’re disgusting.”

The humiliation grew, a weight pressing on Evan’s chest. “Please, Lila, I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped. “You wanted this. Say it—say you wanted to be a bedwetting loser who needs diapers.” When he hesitated, her voice turned ice-cold. “Say it, or I’ll make you wear that soggy diaper all day and parade you around the apartment.”

“I… I wanted this,” he mumbled, heat rising to his cheeks. “I wanted to be a bedwetting loser who needs diapers.”

“Louder,” she demanded, smirking. “And add, ‘I don’t need pussy—I only need my warm, pissy diapers.’”

Evan’s stomach churned, but he obeyed, voice cracking. “I don’t need pussy—I only need my warm, pissy diapers.”

She clapped slowly, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “Good boy. Now, you’ll wear that diaper all day as your punishment. Let’s see how much you love being my little bedwetter.” She forced him to sit on the couch, the wet, clammy fabric squishing uncomfortably against his skin, the smell of urine mixing with the faint scent of baby powder he’d used in a futile attempt to mask it. “Tell me, Evan,” she said, leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear, “how does it feel to know you can’t control yourself? How does it feel to be stuck in this soggy mess you made?”

“It… it’s humiliating,” he admitted, voice barely audible, his face burning. “I hate it, but… I can’t stop.”

“Perfect,” she said, her tone dripping with venom. “Because you’re mine to humiliate now. You’ll spend half the day in your dummy diaper, and I’ll make sure you never forget what a pathetic bedwetter you are.”

She withheld sex, her touch replaced by taunts that pierced his soul. “Look at you, humping your pissy diapers in the middle of the night like some desperate animal,” she’d say, watching him squirm. “You don’t deserve me—you don’t deserve anything but that soggy padding. Tell me again—why don’t you need my pussy?”

“Because… because I’m a bedwetting loser who only needs his warm, pissy diapers,” he choked out, each word a stab of shame.

When he would beg her for some time with her soft warm body and pussy, her only response would be to hand him a diaper with a look of disappointment. He was getting any "action", it was going to be in his little diaper.

Her cruelty escalated. She’d shove her hips toward him, pressing her camel toe pussy against his face, taunting, “You’ll never feel the inside of this again—only your warm, wet diapers. Smell it, but don’t you dare touch. This is mine, and you’re nothing but a diapered freak now.” The scent of her—musky, intoxicating—drove him wild, but she yanked away, leaving him trembling with longing.

Months passed, and Evan’s desire for her grew into an unbearable ache, a psychological torment that gnawed at his every waking moment. He lay in bed at night, the wet diaper pressed against his skin, the cold, clammy fabric a constant reminder of his shame. His mind raced with images of her—her smooth thighs, the curve of her hips, the warmth he’d once known. God, I want her pussy so bad, he thought, his chest tightening with desperation. It’s all I can think about—her taste, her heat, the way she used to moan under me. Now it’s gone, locked away, and I’m stuck here, humping this piss-soaked mess like it’s the only thing I’ll ever have.

The sensation was maddening. The diaper’s bulk rubbed against his thighs, the wetness seeping into his skin, a stark contrast to the fiery longing in his core. Each thrust against the padding was a pitiful imitation of what he craved—her body, her closeness. The ammonia scent stung his nostrils, mingling with the faint baby powder, a humiliating perfume that marked him as less than a man. His cock, hard and aching, pressed against the soggy fabric, the friction both torturous and pitifully inadequate. This isn’t enough, he thought, tears pricking his eyes. It’s cold, it’s wet, it’s disgusting—but it’s all I have. I’d give anything to feel her again, to bury myself in her, to prove I’m not just this… this diapered failure.

Lila grew colder, her taunts sharper. One evening, she decided to test him. “You’ve been denied so long, I bet you’d cum just seeing my pussy,” she said, a wicked glint in her eyes as she lounged on the couch, legs crossed. “Let’s see how pathetic you really are.” She hiked up her dress, revealing white panties, the fabric tight against her skin, outlining every curve. She pressed herself against his face, the thin lace brushing his lips, the scent of her overwhelming. “Do you want me, Evan?” she whispered, her voice a cruel tease.

“Yes, please,” he begged, his voice raw, his erection straining against the wet diaper. “I need you—I’ve never wanted anything more. Please, Lila, let me have you.”

She could see his arousal, the bulge unmistakable through the soggy padding. With a smirk, she untapped the diaper, the cold, clammy fabric falling away, leaving him throbbing and exposed. She spread her legs, gesturing him closer. “Fuck me, Evan. Long and hard. Now’s your chance.” She laid down on the bed with her dress still up revealing her tight butt and white panties. She gestured for him to lower her panties and take her pussy.

He lunged, heart racing, the scent of her—musky, intoxicating—filling his senses. He pulled her panties down her legs. Immediately the heat of her pussy was evident. He barely grazed her entrance, the heat of her body a fleeting promise, before his body betrayed him, spurting uncontrollably, a mess spilling between them. Lila’s laughter rang out, sharp and annoyed. “Look at you—can’t even last a second! This is why you’ll only ever cum in diapers,” she said, wiping her hands with disgust. “You’re not capable of fucking or satisfying a woman anymore. You can only hump your pissy diapers like the pathetic bedwetter you are.”

She softened slightly, her tone shifting to a mock consolation. “Maybe the diapers feel almost as good as pussy, right?” she said, patting his tiny, spent bulge as she taped him back into the cold, used diaper. The wet fabric squished against his skin, the ammonia smell stronger now, mingling with the baby powder’s faint sweetness. “You better get used to this, Evan. This is your life now—a diapered loser who can’t even handle a real woman.”

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Look honey, I got you a little friend to keep you company while Mommy is having din din with Daddy. Oh, sweet pea, don’t be sad. Ms. Cage here will wrap your clitty up all nice and snug so Mommy knows it’ll be safe when she’s not watching. I just couldn’t bear it if my little baby and his itty bitty pee pee got hurt somehow. Remember last time when that mean old diapy made you all red and sore cause of all the humpies you were making? Ooh I see that blushy. I think someone does remember.

No, sweetie. You know you can’t eat with us. You already had a nice big ba-ba and it’s almost 7:30. Little girls like you need their beauty sleep. 

Why are you still pouting, dear? Oh, is it because Mommy is going to be spending the night with Daddy instead of you? Aww, it’s ok. I still love you very, very much. You should know you’re my special little girl by now. I couldn’t ever replace you. Daddy just helps Mommy do grown up things that little babies can’t. It’s not your fault, honey. You’re just too small. 

Ohh, stop fussing, sweetpea. I know what will cheer you up. How about a little rubby time, hmm? How about Mommy gives you a nice rubby so Ms. Cage is nice and snug tonight. *giggle* I thought you’d like that idea. Go on, baby girl, show Mommy where your clitty is. She can’t see anything other than a big soggy diapy. 

There it is, good girl! Now lay back and let Mommy help you make sissy spurts in your squishy diapy. Then it’ll be time for baby’s ni ni plug and beddie bye. Mommy will make sure to turn on your ni ni plug before she and Daddy go to bed so baby can have a nice wet dream. 

*giggle* I love you too, baby.

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You squirmed in discomfort, trying to focus on anything other than the strangely hot, strangely cool, slimy sticky mess between your legs. You shouldn't have pushed your luck. You shouldn't have kept begging. It didn't matter that she hadn't let your baby cock out of its steel, flat, quarter inch cage in a month.

It didn't matter you cried and sobbed because of the constantly building frustration. Every time she took just a little too long to rub in the lotion or "checked your temperature" with a few more fingers and devices than necessary on the changing table. Every night spent with her wet panties hanging from the mobile over your crib, listening to her worship every man's cock that she brought into your former bedroom while your own babyhood dribbled precum and pee into the thick layers of your pampers. Every time she gently laid you over her lap and guided her full breast to your eager lips, nursing you and softly whispering all the ways her lover pleased her and the ways which she hoped others would in the future.

No. None of it mattered when you threw a tantrum, begging, demanding, screaming for the cummies you needed.

Unfortunately, she gave you exactly what you asked for.

The doorknob turned and she sauntered into the room, achingly nude aside from a long pair of ripped black stockings up to her mid-thigh.

"Okay baby, you know the drill," she snapped.

The Daddy tonight was rough on her. Her hair was disheveled, and you could just make out the red glow haloing the curve of her toned ass. Her pussy was hot and swollen, so wet you could see the sheen coating down to the rim of her stockings.

The crippling shame and jealousy did nothing to stop the clear, sticky stream dribbling from your cage. "Yes Mommy." You let out a sob and did what you were told, spreading your legs wide to show off the fat, yellowed bulge between.

She grinned and bent over to pull back the waistband of your diaper with one hand. With the other, she produced a large, very used condom, bulging with a freshly milked load of Daddy's cum.

"Here you go, sweetiekins," She cooed, squeezing the contents right into your diaper to join the loads of the other daddies from this week. "A nice cummy treat for my little fussy-pants." She wrung out the last drops and began to massage the fat, squishy padding between your legs. "Mmm. I bet that feels nice, doesn't it, honey? Does baby like his cummies? Remember, this is what you wanted." She smiled, softly kissing your forehead.

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The girl turned just as we opened the door. Her face was absolutely priceless. Dumb incomprehension quickly turned to a wonderful red shade of embarrassment.

"Uhhh, what?" My friend, Lindsey asked, echoing similar confused exclamations from Olivia and Trisha, the other two friends I'd invited over.

"What?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Oh, her." I said, following their confused stares. "That's just my maid. Don't mind her."

The girl somehow flushed an even deeper shade of red. The fat pink pacifier filling her mouth started bobbing as the distressed girl pathetically tried to soothe herself.

Ignoring the follow-up questions, I click-clacked away in my high heels to take a seat in one of the kitchen barstools. I set my purse on the counter and sighed. "Ugh, that feels so much better. These stupid heels have been killing me for like an hour," I complained.

"Seriously, Liz, who is this chick?" Olivia asked, not buying it and clearly annoyed by my evasive attitude. "And why is she sucking on a big ass pacifier?"

I shrugged. "Because she likes it. Oh, and her name is Bethany." I said, as if that explained everything.

"What do you mean she likes it?" Trisha asked. "Is she like, uhhh, slow or something?"

I laughed. "No, no nothing like that. I mean little Bethany here liiiikes it." I said in a sultry tone, staring directly at the shivering woman.

Lindsey gasped. "Wait, you mean like... like that kind of like?"

"You mean she gets off on this shit?" Olivia laughed, blunt as always.

We all turned to look as Bethany whimpered loudly. She was shifting from foot to foot, sucking so hard now that a soft "nuk-nuk" noise could be heard across the room.

I smiled. This was going even better than I'd hoped. "Take a wild guess."

"Ew," Lindsey said.

Trisha chimed in. "You still haven't told us who she is though."

"Yeah!" Olivia exclaimed. "Does Ryan know about her," she asked incredulously.

I laughed at that. As if there was any way my new fiance COULDN'T know about Bethany. "Oh, trust me, he knows all about Baby Bethany here, isn't that right, sweetie?"

The girl just shut her eyes and clutched at her frilly maid's dress, rooted in place.

"Ok, so what, she's like, your sex slave or something?"

"Oh, she wishes," I laughed. "No no, technically though, I guess she's kind of like Ryan's ex."

Bethany let out another whimper and sniffled loudly.

"This just keeps getting weirder," Lindsey murmured.

"Define 'kind of'", Trisha said, intrigued.

"Well, Ryan was dating her for like a year or something before he started working at my place. I mean obviously we hit it off on day one and he eventually comes up to me and asks for some “relationship advice” because little missy here was having some trouble keeping her panties dry.”

“That’s not true!”

We all turned to look at the source of the outburst. Bethany had removed her pacifier, face scrunched up in a frustrated frown. With the whole “baby maid” get-up, it was ridiculously cute.

“What was that, Baby Beth,” I purred, amused at this sudden spurt of defiance.

She hesitated, recognizing the trap in my tone. Not that it mattered. She and I both knew it was already far too late.

A series of nonsensical stutters and peeps escaped her lips as her little brain worked overtime. Again, adorable.

“Ohh, what’s wrong, Baby-boo? Are you trying to say something? What is it? It’s ok, you can tell us.”

My friends snickered. Even Lindsey was smiling.

The pathetic girl just stood there red faced and shivering like a leaf. She stuffed her pacifier back into her mouth and began to suck loudly. I wasn’t sure if it was for comfort, or, she was trying to placate me with a display of submission.

“Aww, the poor baby is shy. Is it because you need to go potty, hmm? Does Baby Bethy need to make wetsies?”

"Awwww!! I knoww you wanna make goo goo's sooo bad, but your Mommy pays me to make sure you're a sniffling, whimpering wittle pent-up mess! NOT to help you make cummies.

So I'm sorry, but that's all the touching you get. Any more and I'm afraid you'll make spurties all over the place! Yep. Sorry. It's back in the cage for you, mister!

*click*

Ohhh I know it must be so fwustwating!! Having your little BB dick locked up inside of a cage! Aching and quaking and poking and prodding. What about when I tickle your little testes? Haha! Does that hurt? No? Then why are you straining? Awww look! Your wittle pee pee is leaking! Making wittle BB dribbles!! Is it time for your diaper, little man? I think it is. I've had enough of looking at your little purple, swollen chestnuts.

Come on! Lift your butt up! Let's get your wittle pampies on!!

Oh wait! Do you need a plug? No? Ohh I think you do...I don't wanna change any poopy diapers today. But since i'm feeling generous, I'll only put the medium one in...

Alright now, hold still...deep breath...

Oh! You just swallowed that one right up, didn't you? Haha, dirty little butt slut! Does your Mommy fuck your little hiney? She does, doesn't she? Is that why you're a wittle loosey goosey? Does she give it to you the way those big stwong men give to her? I bet she gives you a nice big pounding, doesn't she? Awww! Maybe I should bring my strapon over and give you little butt bumping!

Wait. Why are you clenching? Is it something I said? Awww! Is somewon excited about that idea?? Silly BB! I bet you'd do anything to get to cum right now wouldn't you? I bet if I invited my boyfriend over and told you I'd give you a rubbie if you suck his dick, you would do it, wouldn't you??

HAHAHA! I know you would!!

Alright. Enough talk. Let's get this diaper on you before we have an accident. Get you taped up nice and tight so that pluggy doesn't try to escape...

*Skttt* *Skttt*

Theeeerrrre we gooo!!

How does that feel? Awww!! You like your wittle pampies don't you?? God you look so fucking adorable, and somehow even more pathetic! Do you really like this shit, loser? I mean, what kind of grown man would let their wife put them in diapers and get babysat by a college chick while she goes off and fucks some other man??

Pathetic.

Alright, here's your paci. Don't take it out unless I tell you to, unless you want spankies again?

That's what I thought.

Now go play with your Barbies and don't disturb me. I don't care how wet your diaper gets. But...if you're a really good boi, I might let you suck on my tits later. I bet that will make your wittle pee pee feel extra pokey inside its puny prison, won't it? Hahaha!! Too bad!!"

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“Thank you so much for coming to betasit!” Your wife smiled as Molly entered. 

Molly had a superior air about her as she surveyed the room, looking at everything in your pathetic little nursery like it was tacky and overdone, but when her eyes got to you, sitting on the floor in your little dress and diaper, that’s when her nose really turned up. 

“What can I say,” Molly said, hardly sparing you an ounce of attention, “it’s fun to put little losers in their place!”

Your wife smiled like she was the happiest woman on earth. “Well i’ll be gone until late in the night, so you are free to use and abuse him however you see fit! He has a bottle in the fridge, a fresh jar of pureed prunes in the pantry, and plenty of snacks if he gets hungry. If he gets fussy or misbehaves, please do not hesitate to spank him!”

Molly looked at you with a malicious smirk, “oh i think he’ll be getting more than a few spankings whether he’s good or not!!”

Both the girls laughed, causing you to tremble on the floor so hard that your diaper crinkled. You couldn’t help but fold in front of Alpha women. Their dominant superiority eclipsing your pathetic, puny excuse for manhood. 

Molly crouched down on her haunches in front of you, making her already tight gym pants squeeze and press in ways that made your legs clench. You always had the biggest fetish for gym leggings. Your wife knew it, and apparently Molly knew it too. 

Her eyes bore into you, making you squirm under her gaze, she lifted your chin so that you were forced to look at her. 

“You are a loser! Do you understand, little bitch? I mean, look at you…” she gestured with her hands open at the display of a diapered dork in a dress quivering right in front of her. “I bet you’ve already pissed your little pampers, haven’t you?”

“N-no!” You tried to say, but her hands were already lifting your skirt, pressing the padding between your legs. It was warm and plump. But…but you were dry before! When did you even do it? You were so shook by their presence that you must have—

“Oh my goodness!!” Molly exclaimed, clapping her hand to her face to cover her laughing lips. Her other hand was tugging at your waistband so she could get a peek of what was inside your diaper. “It’s so tinyy!!”

Well that wasn’t really fair. It was the cage that made it look so small. When it was out and free it could get to almost 2 inches long!! But it had been months since that last happened…

“And look how leaky he is!!” Molly giggled to your wife, as if she didn’t already know. “Good thing wittle miss pottypants has her pampers on to catch all her stickies!!”

Your face flushed a deeper pink than your dress while Molly scoffed at your shame, standing back up to speak to your wife. “It’s no wonder you found a real man to fuck!”

Your wife simply shrugged, “now you know what i’ve been dealing with for so long. Luckily Michael is ten times the man my huggie hubby will ever be! I added some of his ‘protein’ to the cuck’s bottles, maybe that’ll make my pathetic pamper pisser grow a pair…but I doubt it!”

Both girls cackled at your pitiful torment. Your wife, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, stepped forward. “Well…i better get going! Don’t want to keep him waiting!” She pivoted on her heel and jutted out her perfectly toned, voluptuous ass in front of your face, tapping a finger to her perky, springy cheek. 

You knew what that meant. You looked to Molly for help or for a lack of judgement, but neither came, her arms were crossed, she knew exactly what you were going to do and how pathetic you were for doing it. 

Sighing, you leaned forward, planting a kiss onto the soft silk of your wife’s asscheek. Once, twice, and then one on the other. 

Your wife smiled, delving in her superiority while you clenched your legs and quivered. 

“What is he doing?” Molly asked. 

“Trying to control himself.” She said, “he can’t help it, it drives him crazy. Every now and then i’ll pull my pants down just enough so he can get to kiss my bare ass, but only if he’s super good. He never gets to see me naked though, not anymore. That is all for Michael!”

Molly nodded as if she just said the most obvious thing ever. “Well you go have fun! Don’t worry about your little baby bitch husband! I’ll take great care of him!!”

Your wife smiled, gathered her things, said her goodbyes to you and Molly, and left through the door, leaving you with a 25 year old hotass babysitter with a very sadistic look in her eye. 

She bent over, hands to her knees, purring like a vixen with her prey caught in a trap. “Ohhh i’m going to have sooo much fun with you!” She pinched your cheeks, hard enough to make you whimper, shaking them back and forth. “You’re gonna be my little baby bitch for the rest of the night. I’ve got you alll to myself! You’re gonna waddle and crawl around in your filthy fucking pampers while I video you goo goo ga ga-ing for all my friends to see! I’m gonna strap you to your ridiculous highchair and force feed you mushy meals until you’re stuffed and have to use your Daddy’s milkies to wash it all down while wallowing in your own filth! You’re going to be playing in your playpen with a poopy diaper around your waist, wishing you could get the chance to kiss my pretty feet!”

She bent even closer, lowering her voice so as to emphasize her next point: “You’re mine now, do you understand me? Just because you have to be strapped to your crib by 7 doesn’t mean I can’t find plenty of ways to degrade and humiliate you until then!!”

That got you whimpering and shivering in fear. 

She laughed at your feeblish sniffles, straightening up to triumphantly tower over you. “So you like gym pants, huh?” She grinned, turning around to show you her blue, skin-tight leggings. She brought them inches from your face, so close you could still smell her sweat from her workout. 

“Kiss.” She commanded, jutting her butt out, “and keep kissing until you poop your stupid pamper! Then I'm going to make you rub your filth all over yourself before babysitter Molly has her fun with you!!”

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"Watcha doing, little one? Why are you coming into my room? You know the only reason you're allowed in here is if you need your diaper changed. Are you wet?"

You propped yourself up from your hands and knees so that you could submit to Michelle's humiliating diaper check.

Michelle was your 'Big'. After several drunken disorderlies around campus, and a reputation for sleeping with (and fucking over) several girls at the dorm, you were quickly labeled as a 'problematic student'.

It happens to a lot of incoming Freshman and Sophomores. Their first few years at college, without supervision, some don't know how to handle the freedom and end up abusing it.

So, in an effort to alleviate the problem and keep the campus/dormitory looking good, a program was established to help students better transition into their adult life. These problematic students obviously weren't ready to be adults, and they must need 'parental' supervision because, without it, they apparently didn't know how to behave.

Seniors in good standing would be assigned a 'little' that needed correction. They would monitor, counsel, and sometimes punish their little to make sure they were making proper choices. But, call a spade a spade: they were basically your glorified babysitter.

The program quickly evolved, with each dorm finding more and more...successful methods of rehabilitating their peers.

The powers that be at the University simply looked the other way. After all, constantly expelling students made them look bad, they couldn't develop a reputation for constantly admitting delinquents, and hazing was something that happened all the time anyway. So, they decided to leave each dorm to their own devices.

Unfortunately for you, the device at your dorm was quite possibly the most humiliating of them all. They called it the 'Crinkle Correction'. They said it served as a way to 'start fresh', by starting you over in big, fat, crinkly diapers.

You had little choice in the matter. At only 20 years of age, the citations you received for drinking could get you expelled, or worse, put in jail. Girls around campus could file reports that you abused/assaulted them (even though you didn't), and it would ruin your reputation and any chances of landing a good job. Your only choice was to man up and take it.

"My goodness you are wet!" Michelle exclaimed. "Look how plump and puffy your pamper is!"

You flushed as you knelt in front of her, wearing nothing but your soggy diaper, feeling her grope and poke every square inch of the front in order to emphasize her point.

After she was certain that your cheeks couldn't get any redder, she placed the tip of her finger into your waistband, and gently pulled back.

"D'awww! Why is it crying?" she cooed as she peeked inside, referring to your caged cock. Michelle thought it was the perfect solution to keep you from fucking every girl on campus (as if the diapers wouldn't serve the exact same purpose), "you're leaking chastity tears!" she giggled, wiggling her hips in her sweatshirt with nothing but panties underneath. She knew it drove you crazy, she liked watching you clench your legs in an attempt to stem the flow to your crotch.

She circled you, watching you tremble. You wondered if other Bigs were as dominant as her, as demeaning, or did you get unlucky in that regard too?

"Did you go poo poo too?" she sneered in her sinister voice, circling you like a lioness around her prey.

"Y-yes ma'am..." you whimpered.

Frumpp!!

A swift kick to the back of your droopy diaper, her foot perfectly landing at the base of your balls. It wasn't her first time. You groaned and collapsed forward on your hands and knees.

"Tell me." She hissed into your ear. "Tell me what you did in your diaper."

"I went poo poo's in my pampers, Mommy!!" you whined into the floor, trying your best not to sob in front of her. She'd made you call her 'Mommy' since the first day she 'adopted' you.

"Awww!! Is that what that stench is?" She asked, as if she didn't know it as soon as you crawled in. She probably could have smelled you from down the hallway.

"Yes Mommy!!" you blubbered, losing your composure. "Sorry for stinking up your room!! B-baby needed to make a boom boom!"

It was pathetic. Pitiful. But you told yourself this was your only chance of staying in college and landing a solid career.

"Hmmm...well I'm sorry, little one, but you know I don't change dirties. You're gonna have to go find an RF for that..." But that didn't stop her from pressing her hand to your padded behind and mushing the mess into your backside while you cringed and whimpered.

RF's were 'ReFormed' students that had already made it through their semester of Crinkle Correction. Having to change dirty diapers served as a reminder of what they'd been through, and how easily they could go back if they ever decide to slip up again.

You obviously knew this. You'd had to make several crawls of shame through the hallways to one of the RF's rooms. But Michelle insisted that you come show her your filthy diapers first.

"Off you go," she said, taking the pacifier dangling from your neck and putting it back in your mouth. She smiled triumphantly, turning back to finally find some bottoms to put on.

Dismissed, you begrudgingly made your way out the door.

"Come back later, loser." she called after you. "I've got some girlfriends coming over. We'll play dress-up and turn you into a wittle baby gurl!"

As if. You thought. No way you would subject yourself to that level of humiliation! But she must have read your mind.

"If you do, and you're a good wittle pwincess, I might let you borrow my vibrator!"

God damnit. You thought. I'll be there.

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"Would you cry if I kissed you...? He he... maybe not right away... but you look like you're not used to that much attention from someone like me. Ooohh... you're going all red in the face. Ha ha... getting a little overexcited? Aww... Like a little puppy, too eager to be played with, and they just end up peeing everywhere!"

“I do…sometimes. I just…didn’t think you would make me wear them all the time…”

“Well why the fuck would I let you wear normal underwear if this is obviously what you prefer? Not to mention you haven’t woken up with a dry diaper in god knows how long. I’m not sure you could keep your undies clean at this point if you tried…”

“I…i probably could…i think. But still, just because i’m in a diaper doesn’t mean we can’t have sex! We haven’t had sex in months…”

“How exactly do you expect me to have sex with you while you’re in a diaper? Do you think that tiny cock of yours is big enough to slip out the top or sides and have any leftover to still fit inside me? Even when you weren’t behind 2 inches of padding I could still barely even feel you…”

“But I at least…want to try.”

“No. I’m sorry. This is what you wanted. You wanted to wear diapers, so now you’re going to have to deal with everything that comes with that. That means wearing them all the time. That means messing in them. And that means you don’t get to have sex while you’re in them. Well…not in the traditional way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you don’t get to hump my warm wet pussy, you only get to hump your warm wet diapers.”

“B-but I…”

Right as promised. Some toilet diaper humpies

"This is what you wanted isn't it?" Her voice and words sent a another lick at your ego. Technically she was technically correct. The worst kind of correct. You had begged and pleaded with your Husband......Your Daddy. To have a chance to orgasm properly. No ruins no edges just a pure orgasm. After a pathetically cutesy begging session. He relented, giving you a chance. But, to earn it you had to do whatever his newest fling. Your newest "Mummy"

It took two whole months!! First it was being a maid, then a fluffer for her and daddy, next was letting her take you to her brunches with her friends letting them tease and humiliate you. All while she dangled that sweet carrot of release at the end of it and finally it was here.

Waking up in a soggy diaper she made you go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. "Okay, go ahead sweetums. Make your little cum cums for Mummy" She explained as she turned her phone to you. "What? You thought it would be with daddy? Oh fuck no! He wants an actual woman. ME. Not a pathetic little cuck like you honey. No besides don't think i haven't noticed how you look at the big girl potty. No. If you want to make a cum cum, you have to do it with your new boyfriend. Mr. Toilet"

"Awww, you're doing such a great job filling your diapers for Daddy, Sophie!"

Sophie hated her new life. In the span of a year, Lauren took everything from Sophie. Her husband, her continence, her dignity, her autonomy, and even her orgasms.

"Uh oh, I think Baby Sophie filled her Pampers with more than tinkles, didn't she? Such a big mess for such a little girl! You're Mommy and Daddy's Stinky Little Princess, aren't you, baby!"