Sans titre

As the swollen plastic chafed against his thighs, he let out a little wimper, partly in pain but mainly in the hope of some sympathy.

"Come on then, hop up here into the bench so I can check your nappy" Mummy said, as the path broadened into a picnic area under the canopy of leafy oak trees.

"Oh my you are a wet little boy aren't you!" she exclaimed cupping the weight of the padding between his legs, giving it a good squeeze.

"And", she paused for dramatic effect whilst tugging at his waist band and directing herself towards the young couple several tables away, "VERY, VERY DIRTY!"

"Ok on your back, legs up. Have you done a big poopies in your nappy Jonathon?" she said, again rather too loudly, whilst looking straight at him and smooshing the back of his nappy around.

"Yes, mummy, I've done big poopies and big wee wee"s in my nappy, like a big baby", his cheaks flushing with shame as he repeated the sentence he knew mummy wanted to hear, trying desperately to keep his voice low enough for the couple not to hear.

"Turn over Jonathon, onto your tummy, that's it. Now remind me, when did you last make stickies in ypur nappy?"

He gulped, a wave of humiliation washing straight over him. "Thirty three days ago mummy"

"Well, how about you show me what a big boy you are, eh?" She said bringing her face closer to his ear and placing a hand on his upturned bottom.

"Hump Jonathon, go on. Hump your dirty, filthy wet nappy, right here, right now, and don't you dare ever squeak for a nappy change again!" She whispered, her sweet seductive voice, sending him into a whirlwind of shame, humiliation and his little cock to become instantly erect inside his damp confines.

"But, there's people..."

"I dont care Jonathon, only big boys ask for a nappy change, and you're not a big boy. Now I want you to make cummies in your nappy, and you've got thirty three seconds to do it.."

“Because I’ve been pounding you good with my cream, just look at that fat ass” he slapped the boiwife and groped her ass

“Stop. Why did I start to add weight…” she began to wonder

“I told ya, because I’ve been filling you up” he moved into position for anothernbreeding and rut

“Dont…ah” the boiwife moaned as she felt his fat cock rub her fat ass

“Dont hide it boi, you know you want it, besides it’s good for ya” he thrusted a bit

“But I’m getting fat…” she protested

“No boi, you’re getting plump because my cream done knock you up” he entered the boi and pounded her

“No…I’m too young…I dont want a baby” she was now in her position, taking a husbear’s cock and milking it with her supple ass

“Done whine boi, I’ve been makin ya thick for baby makin, and ya just ready for ma brat in ya. Dont worry boi, I’ll take care of ya, after all ya gunna birth me quite a few babies” the husbear slapped her ass and she bounced back, trying to resist but unable to with the pleasure of his fat cock in her

“Ah! I’m gunna cum!” She was bouncing loudly on his cock and making her ass ripple

The Room feels fuzzy after she call me “ Good Baby”. I can’t help but listen when she call me “good baby”.

She said I need a spanking good Babies get spanked”

After 15 swats to his butt he was in tears but he wanted to know if he was a “ Good baby”

“ You’re such a good baby taking all your Spankies”

So Pull you’re panties up little boy

I pull up my pants as fast as she can just to hear one more “good baby” I’m such a good baby for mommy wait a minute I called her mommy.... but I’m a good baby but I’m not a baby. The sting of the spanking and the confusion of myself if I was a good baby or not a baby. “ now we’re going out to Walmart, hurry up and fixing youreself.

You weren’t allowed to stand up anymore, only crawl. If you’ll stand up, you’ll be punished and your but cheeks have been red for so long, you gave up long ago. So you crawled. You were crawling around the house, especially when daddy was calling for you. He loved to see his boy’s diaper butt sticking out.

But crawling can be so boring. All the cool stuff was above you. The computer, the television. You were dependent on what daddy was giving you to play with. Daddy saw his boy got bored very fast on the floor and he knew too much television wasn’t good for little boys like you.

So he bought you a stacker toy. He told you it’s a magical stacker that helps little boys accept who they really are.

“Don’t be skeptic baby boy, just stack ’em up and you’ll see.” said daddy.

Before he left the room he turned on the speakers with a hypno file you already heard before. You didn’t know why daddy was insisting on playing those files, they don’t really work, but it became like white noise for you. He looked at you and left the room.

You looked on the stacker and decided to play as you thought babies should play. You took the rings off then on, all of them then one at a time. Stack them in order, then upside down, then you just mixed them up. It was fun, you were having fun and losing track of time. Your crotch got warm but the white noise from the speakers distracted you from thinking about your diaper or from anything else. The stacker’s colors were so magical, so fun, so mind pulling. You kept on playing like you don’t have a care in the world. The onesie’s buttons snapped from your diaper getting so swollen up, but you didn’t notice that, you kept on playing.

After two hours, daddy entered the room, turned off the speakers, looked at you and sniffed the air.

“It’s a good thing I diapered you, you were too busy playing on the floor.” he said.

You were confused. Looking at him and on the stacker. Feeling the massive warm and mushy diaper around you. You didn’t remember much, just having fun on the floor. Daddy was right - the stacker is so much fun!

Next was his younger sister. “Groooosssssss.”

Then his mom. “Sarah?”

Then his 19-year-old babysitter, who came out of the bathroom. “Oh, hey Mrs. Jenkins. Yeah, little Petey had an accident 10 minutes ago and I knew you guys were almost home so I didn’t change him. I hope that’s okay?”

“Oh that’s fine, hun. Thanks so much for the help.”

Pete heard his mom fishing for cash out of her purse before handing it over to his former crush and current tormentor. “No problem! Saturday night too, right?”

“Yes, please, if you can. Might be later that night. But you can have your boyfriend over if you want, just put Petey down early. I don’t want him to see you guys kissing or you getting fingered or anything. Could warp his little mind.”

Pete heard Sarah leave. Still he refused to come out of his shell. He’d stay curled up like this forever. He would! He could do it. He was 20 and though he’d lost muscle mass from being forced to crawl everywhere at home for 6 months, he could still maintain this pose if need be.

Now his mom placed her hand on his messy diaper, rubbing it like she always did. With her other hand she yanked him up by the hair so he had to look her in the eyes. “Sweetie, let’s get you out of your poopy Pampers, k? You know what your pediatrician said about that rash. We shouldn’t leave you in messy diapers too long. Not unless you’re  being a bad girl.”

His resolve quickly melted, like always. He didn’t fight his mom gathering him up, forcing him onto a changing mat, inspecting his clitty cage, cleaning him up, playing with his pussy a bit longer than normal, and then getting him taped up into his night diapers.

“Now go give daddy a good night hug and then let’s get to your crib.”

So many thoughts went through the sissy’s mind as he massaged his thick, crinkly diapers. All of them focused on his ass. His ass, which had just been mercilessly spanked in the morning, part of daddy’s wakeup ritual. Sprawled out over daddy’s lap, legs kicking, caged clit trapped on daddy’s thighs, his meaty, manly hands raining down on the sissy’s plump ass.

His ass, which had been plugged after the spanking session, daddy easing the large butt plug into the sissy’s bottom and holding it there for a second, securing it, making the sissy feel his pussy being filled. His daddy saying, “What do you think your ex-girlfriend would think about seeing you plugged like a slut, huh? Think she’d think you had it coming for all the times you wanted anal from her? Well we’ll send her a picture and see what she thinks of her plugged ex.” The sissy recalled the first butt plug to ever be put in there and how they had grown in size over the following months. He moaned as it found its home inside home and he pictured his ex seeing his newest intrusion.

His ass, which was permanently encased in diapers. Forever. That was daddy’s promise. “You’ll have a permanent diaper butt, baby,” daddy had said. Everywhere they went everyone saw the sissy’s diaper butt, that distinctive bulge and waddle it enforced. So cute! So ludicrous on a 20-year-old!@ Strangers even would come up and pat his diaper butt and make fun of him. It was especially embarrassing when girls at the mall would pat him and ask him if daddy changed his poopy Pampers and he would have to lisp, “yeth.”