Hazelπ

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yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!! 

this is legit so sick. 

mindfuck

whoaaa

this is AMAZING

 WHOAH.

But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.

The dip shop.

My legs are dangling above the floor, with my toes unable to touch the surface.

My caregiver hold me steadily while keeping my arms from covering myself as they balances me on a single knee.

Their chest is against my back and I’m facing forward, right in front of a mirror that reflect the two of us in this position.

I try to avoid looking away from my reflection but my caregiver pinches my thigh for my attention. “Look.” They order.

Not wanting another pinch I obey and look at my reflection.

I see that I’m dressed in nothing but a puffy white diaper that is being pressed against my privates awkward with my caregiver knee.

I’m wearing a pink frilly bib too, but it fails to cover my breasts. I try to hide my blush when I notice how they wiggle ever so slightly while my caregiver gently bounces his knee that I’m seated.

The bouncing feels funny through my diaper that is pushing against my privates. It’s make me tingly and I almost want to put my hand down diaper…

“Do you see the baby in the mirror?” My caregiver asks and I feel my face heat up.

“N-no.” I answer stubbornly and shift my eyes away from the mirror.

“You don’t?” I hear my caregiver chuckle. If he shifts me on his knee, forcing me sit up and appear more open in the mirror. “That’s strange because I see the baby. Maybe you just need a little help?”

I don’t know what they mean by me needing ‘help’, but my confusion is replaced by the feeling of their handing squeezing and pressing the front of my diaper. I whine in protest but they pinch my thigh again and hush me.

Their hand goes my touching the front of my diapering to wiggling their fingers through the leg holes. I try hold back a surprised yelp but I found their fingers don’t linger for very long.

“Still dry.” They state. “The baby needs to wet their diaper. They you’ll see just how much of a baby you are.”

“I-I won’t do that!” I cry, humiliated by their words and attempt to wiggle free from their grasp, but they firmly keep me in place.

They hush me and attempt to sooth me, “Shh, it’s okay baby girl. I’m going to help you wet your diaper, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

I try to protest but I become distracted when they state bouncing me on their at a fast speed. Their knee is pushing harder against my diaper and it’s not helping the feeling I’ve been trying to suppress.

I have to pee.

I have to pee so bad I might burst, but the idea of wetting a diaper is too much. I would have to watch myself soak my diaper in this vulnerable position.

“Sto-aahh” I whine and try pull my hands free to cover my crotch, the bouncing is agonizing for my full bladder and its shamefully causing me to get aroused.

“Come on baby, make pee-pee for me.” My caregiver encourages.

Their words doing nothing to help my plight and I make the mistake of looking at my reflection. I see my blushed face with tears in my eyes, and my body that is squirming and trembling with a mix of pleasure and agony. I look so vulnerable, so small…

My caregiver sees that I’m distracted and uses that moment to bounce me on their knee has hard and as fast as they can. I don’t even have time to feel ashamed of my sudden desire grind my diaper against their knee to itch my aching arousal for within that moment they do something unexpected.

Without my knowing they had placed their hand over my bladder and pushed down on it without any warning.

With perfect time my caregiver forced my head up so that I may watch myself lose control. I watch myself cry-no, moan as I’m hit with pleasure against my aroused pussy and the release of my full bladder. I watch myself try to regain control and cease the flood of pee that is escaping from bladder into my diaper. I watch myself fail miserable as my diaper expands and bulges. I even see a tint of yellow stain the puff white diaper. I watch my eyes over flow with tears and my diaper overflow with pee and leak out the sides. A stream of pee travles down my leg and drips onto the floor.

I can’t help but cry after my bladder has fully emptied itself. My caregiver coees me with praise, and continues to bounce me on their knee. I cringe at how it squishes loudly, and how the pee soaked garment teases my privates.

“Do you see the baby now?” My caregivers asks.

I’m forced to looking at my reflection; A blubbering girl with a bloated diaper.

I nod, unable to voice an answer.

“Whose the baby?” They ask.

I know I’ll have to answer properly.

“I-I’m the baby.” I answer sniffling and attempting to cease my hiccuping from crying.

“What did the baby do?”

“I-I wet my…” I can’t say it.

My caregiver squished my soaked diaper, pushing it against my special spot.

I don’t need my caregiver to give me further encouragement.

“I wet my-my diaper. I want my diaper like a baby. I’m a baby, I’m your baby.”

His voice dripped sweetly like honey into my ears while his fingers ran teasingly across my pert nipples. A thin cotton shirt - proudly emblazed with the word Baby in pink, curly letters - was all separating our skin. I looked up at him from my position tied to the bed, the pacifier gag in my mouth preventing me from speaking. I could only squirm my hips trying to get a better angle on the vibrator shoved against my diaper, which crinkled loudly with each increasingly desparate movement.

“Poor baby,” he cooed again. “Does it feel good?” I nodded excitedly, a moan pressing into the pacifier. “Are you sure? You’re being awfully fussy.” He pressed the vibrator harder against my diaper and i moaned louder. “It almost sounds to me like the baby needs to have an uh-oh before she gets her cummies.”

I whined loudly, which invited a sharp slap across my thigh. I whimpered.

“No whining,” he said sternly. “Either you make a messy right now, or you don’t get cummies.”

I tried to pull away from the vibrator but it was to no avail. As orgasm came closer, and closer, i moaned louder and louder until I almost reached the edge…and then the sensation was taken away.

“Mess, now,” he said, “or I leave you like this without any cummies, and you’ll just have to go sooner or later.”

His eyes never left mine, even as I began to tear up from shame. He kept the same, unwavering eye contact as i grunted and pushed until my diaper filled, just like a real baby.

“Good girl,” he praised, and then the vibrator was back, but his other hand was pressing into the seat of my diaper, pushing my own mess against me as i moaned as orgasm approached once more. “Good, good, good girl. So helpless. Just a tiny little baby…is your diaper yucky? I bet it is, silly baby girl…”

His teasing and ministrations tipped me over the edge. I came, a full, body shaking cummie, even as I cried over the state of my filthy diaper. It seemed to go on for hours, though I’m sure it was only moments.

When i finished, he shut the vibrator off and kissed my forehead, calling me a good girl once more.