Karl1973

For any of you littles, who are a little posessive about their cg‘s and brothers or sisters…not like me *erhem*👼 - feel free to use to show your affection to them🥰

https://t.me/RubberDogBroncosFetishWorld

https://t.me/RubberDogBroncosFetishWorld

https://t.me/RubberDogBroncosFetishWorld

https://t.me/RubberDogBroncosFetishWorld

https://t.me/RubberDogBroncosFetishWorld

Having fun with my soggy big diaper

https://t.me/RubberDogBroncosFetishWorld

https://t.me/RubberDogBroncosFetishWorld

“Now come show me your diaper! If Daddy gets back and thinks I haven’t paid attention I’ll be in so much trouble.” Ryan climbed the back of the sofa slowly. He didn’t want Sam checking and changing his diaper; he wanted Daddy to do it! He stepped in front of Sam and bore the clearly swollen crotch of the diaper he’d slept in, while his own eyes noticed the subtle droop of Sam’s pull-up. He’d wet it again. Daddy never seemed to care. Up close and personal Ryan was sure he could smell it; the tiniest whiff of Sam’s piss in the air. Was it the heat? His own wet diaper felt great, but Sam’s pull-up was now starting to- “Hello? Show me the butt, dude,” Sam rolled his eyes. “I don’t need to see the front. It’d be a miracle if it was dry.”  Ryan snapped to reality and turned around with a blush. Staring at Sam was nothing new, but he didn’t want to imply he wasn’t still annoyed that his brother had left him behind in babyhood. It was still so strange having Sam make the deciding judgement. A week ago he would have been just as wet as Ryan.  “That’s what I needed,” Sam laughed, as he gripped the seat of Ryan’s diaper.  He trembled quietly under Sam’s touch, and for a moment he reconsidered his preference for Daddy checking his diaper. He took a deep breath. “You can last a few more minutes,” Sam released. “I’ll find you after I shower, bro, but please don’t leak for my sake.” Ryan said nothing, and watched as Sam walked back towards the bathroom, pausing to slink the heavy pull-up down his legs with both hands, before tossing it into the doorway of his new bedroom. Something spoke to Ryan in that moment. His ‘brother’ was hot of course, they’d done more than enough together with Daddy, but now the pull-up was looking attractive, and irresistible. A voice in his head told him to go take a look, but to wait for Sam to be out of the way first. He knew it was naughty. He knew it needed to be secret. His heart beat excitedly as Sam shut the bathroom door behind him, and he tip-toed quietly towards his brother’s bedroom and saw it; his strangely attractive prize. He’d just left it on the floor.  Ryan looked over his shoulder. The bathroom was still shut and the sudden hammering of water signalled the shower starting. It was now or never.  What he was going to do was fine. Sam hadn’t put it in a pail or the trash. It wasn’t like he was being gross and retrieving it from somewhere he shouldn’t. It was just on the floor. For all he knew, Sam was going to put it back on. It was fine to have another sniff. He bounced in nervously and hunched down. It was definitely the heat, somehow exacerbating the aroma unexpectedly; pungent, salty, sweaty, warm. Just like the whiff he’d pick up from Sam, it smelled like his brother, and like his morning release. Only now; irresistible in privacy and before him. His hands reached out and scooped it up, and he nervously drew the heat of the heavy pull-up towards his face. Towards his nose, and his mouth. It was there, tantalisingly. He wasn’t jealous of wearing them, and he didn’t want to try it on. He loved his diapers after all. He just wanted to inhale it, and he did, deeply, squeezing it gently to his face. His brother’s piss was right there, contained in this garment that had offended and troubled him only days ago, and it was glorious. “Find something you like?” Sam’s voice disturbed him, and Ryan dropped the pull-up immediately, letting it hit the floor with a soft thump.

Here's a short preview: I was barely dressed and ready to leave for work when the Daddy-pod spoke, which it rarely did on mornings like this. “Your orgasm window is now open, Josh. It’s time to cum for Daddy.” It got nothing but a double-take from me. It had picked some inconvenient times for this in the past, but nothing as strangely placed as this. I felt relieved that I’d gotten it out of my system not an hour ago, and didn’t even feel tempted. “I’m going to work,” I responded, without interest, and left the apartment, unlocking my phone to check transit times. Nothing would load. I froze before taking the stairs, and checked my notifications; my phone had been locked down, by Daddy, with no internet. I couldn’t risk having the conversation into my phone right here, or anywhere else, so with a frustrated exhale I turned around and immediately unlocked my apartment door, letting myself inside. “Daddy, there’s no internet on my phone,” I said to the pod, hastily, as the door shut behind me. “Internet will be available after you’ve completed your chores,” Daddy told me. I knew what the chore was. I just knew. I was being spoken to like a child, but it wanted me to cum in my diaper. “What chores?” I asked, through gritted teeth. “Cum in your diaper for Daddy,” its light blinked. I knew I should have just gone to work. I don’t know why I rationalised doing as it said.  Options flew through my mind. I could be late. I could jerk off right now, get my screen time back, and go to work in a sticky diaper.  I could go to the office and jerk off in the bathroom, hoping I was horny enough that it wouldn’t backfire in a pressure situation.  Or I could ignore this. Ignore doing what Daddy told me. I could make it to the office without my phone. I didn’t need it to survive a work day.  I just didn’t want to. I dropped my backpack on the floor by the door and started to text my boss. I had a ‘non-serious emergency’ and needed maintenance to come to my apartment. I was going to be late, and log in from home. Or the coffee shop, if I couldn’t resolve this fast. I didn’t even kick my shoes off as I undid my pants, allowing them to fall to my knees. My shirt was untucked. My diaper exposed. I dropped to the sofa and started to rub the front of my diaper. I was getting this over with.