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I can feel your hard little PP in your wet diaper. Do you want me to grind on it while you drink Mommy’s milk?

Ya I bet it does, you’re doing such a good job too, I can almost feel your stiffie through he padding. The rubbing on my clit feels sooo nice.

I know, but your little erections have been coming more frequently. So I thought maybe it would be nice if I helped you get some of that icky white stuff out of there. Just relax, you’re going to feel some pressure.

Don’t worry, I’m not actually going to touch your little penis like that. That would be inappropriate. Sure I’ll clean it, but I’m not jerking you off. I’m just sticking Mommy’s special toy up your little bum. Now just push out like you’re making a poop for me.

There we go. It’s in now. Just like when I take your temperature isn’t it? Only this is curved to make little boys squirt. Does that feel good?

OK, now just a little movement and it should….. WOW! It’s OK, it just surprised me a little bit. I thought it was supposed to come out slowly, but… It’s OK, let it all out. That’s a good boy. That little PP sure can squirt huh?

To think a week ago you were living a normal life for a young man and now here you are back in diapers and caged with your wife and her friend lording over you . you didn’t know about this side of her and didn’t even know she had multiple other partners before you even came along and this same thing happened to them with pictures on her wall and phone to prove it . After a nice night with her you went to bed with her to only wake up the next morning here in a crib with a diaper on still very dazed from the night before and really numb and unable to move or speak . after sitting there a while she and her friend came in to taunt you and came to change you diaper and proceeding to do so and making fun of your caged penis which throbbed inside the cage all the way . You would sit there for almost the entire day  with them only coming in to taunt you and feed you warm bottles laced with your medicine in it to keep you down and numb and messing . In their absence, you would wonder to yourself if this will go on forever and wondered if you would ever released again . Soon you would get your answer and you didn’t like one bit . The next morning they would come in smiling twistedly displaying piece of paper saying that they had officially “ adopted you” as far as the government knew you were an infant and not a adult man and now they were your legal guardians and mothers and aunt.  Soon they were taking a step further seizing your bank accounts and personal info making it there’s to do is they pleased and made it so you could do nothing but watch and mess . now is there Little you would Indore a new type of hell being Infantilized and Regressed and trained to cum in your diaper only and only receive pleasure wearing them and messing them only getting excited only when they rubbed them for you . Gradually you would become Incontinent as they continuously force-fed you your medicine that made you lose control of your messing also keeping you in a permanent state of arousal and edged state with no end . As the months passed you lay in your crib wondering where it all went wrong but realized you just had to accept your new reality of being a Diaper Cuckold .

Every day she would sit watching and giving words of encouragement as he humped a stack of pillows in pink clothes. He would continue to hump until he spurted into his wet pampers. In the warm glow of post orgasm, he lifted his head and looked to his girlfriend.

"So, when can we have sex babe? I really need to feel that warm pussy around my cock, it's been forever!" He sighed.

"Well, that's a pretty rude way to ask. And it's Mommy to you baby, you know this." She stated.

"I'll tell you what, when you can prove to mommy you that don't need diapies anymore. Then we can talk about my pussy and whether or not I'll let you put your little weewee inside of me. Until then you'll be making stickies in your diapies. Okay sweety?"

"What! I can't prove it when you keep me in diapers all the time. And I'm wetting them so often now it's hard to control. It's not fair! This was just a kink I wanted to try. We've had fun, but I think it's gone on long enough." He whined.

"It may have been your idea to try out this age play kink, but I've become quite fond of the whole scene. Too bad for you maybe love it more than you thought I would humm? Oh well, I love it and we're going to keep living it! So, you'll just have to make do with your diapies sweety!" She said smiling.

"But it's not the same mommy!" He whined again.

"What's not the same hun?"

"The feeling of humping in my diapers. I need to feel you, your pussy".

"Oh? I think it's close enough for a silly diaper boy like you." She teased.

"Nuh uh!" He whimpered.

"Oh yes huh! I bet you don't even know what mommy's pussy even feels like. Tell me baby, what does mommy's pussy feel like? She mused.

"Umm I don't know... It's probably warm, and wet, and soft; It's tight and squishy too. He said proudly. "Aww baby, you just described your diapies, good boy!" She praised.

"Nu no didn't" He protested.

"Yep, I think so. You just said squishy, and what else did you say? Soft, are your diapies also soft baby? Maybe sometimes it's even a little sung and almost like it's 'tight? Yeah, I bet it feels so good when it's swelled up big with your stiff willy huh, nice and warm too like a pussy I bet? Aww, I think you really love your 'diapy pussy' don't you baby boy? I think you do. You love your humpy time in your diapies with mommy watching, putting on a show for me. I think I should almost be jealous of you two, a baby and his diapies, ha ha that's so adorable." She chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess so...bu.." He said interrupted.

"So, there you have it baby boy, you've just admitted that your diapies feel like mommy's pussy already, so you should enjoy them. Besides it's as close to a real pussy as your cummies will ever spurt into since I've decided that there'll be no pussy, just pampers for you from now on. You're mommy's pathetic little virgin baby." She stated staring him down.

With this news, he broke down in tears, begging his mommy to change her mind.

"You have proven that you're no man, but a whiny wittle baby and babies don't get pussy, they get pampers. I am no longer your girlfriend, I am your mommy and you are my baby, so get used to it. In fact..."

With this, she took out a marker and wrote something on the front of the diaper, when he looked down, he saw the following:

Even more freaked out, he broke down in utter despair.

"However, there is a bright side to this, you will no longer be making humpies, but mommy herself will wub your wittle willy until you make cummies, it is my duty as a mommy to ensure that her baby's needs are met afterall."

With this, he felt a little better, but was still wailing.

"And not only that, but you'll be nursing from me as well. I've finally started lactating, so it's only fair that you help relieve me too right baby?

She then abruptly changed him and pulled him into her lap and pushed her nipple into his mouth, he struggled at first, but in no time, he was sucking away at mommy's boobies. As she began rubbing his crotch, he moaned in ecstasy.

"Good baby, isn't being fed and rubbed by mommy so much better than pounding her? This is much more representative of our relationship plus I can tell you're really enjoying this."

He suckled away, the taste of the milk was surprisingly delicious, that and the fact that his mommy was expertly rubbing his willy through his pampers, was pushing him to the edge.

"Is my wittle baby having fun? I thought he was a strong man" She stated before increasing the speed. "That's a good wittle baby, make cummies in your pampers for mommy!"

This proves to be too much and he finally climaxes in his pampers and though wouldn't admit it, he highly enjoyed the experience.

"Good wittle baby, this was a lot of fun and the only way you'll be getting off from now on, no pussy for my baby, just pampers"

"Yes mommy" he stated before suckling on her nipples once more.

I’m sure you have just a few remaining adult thoughts in there so I’ll give you the low down. I was the cute barista that you would come in everyday to get coffee from, stare at my big tits, and jerk off in the bathroom. I even had to clean up your cummies a few times on bathroom duty. You finally asked me on a date last week, which I mean was really a joke, but I was really desperate to get alone time with you. Now that our date is at a close, it was finally time… mommy started shaking her boobies at you and you naturally started stroking your tiny dick. You thought you were getting a show, but in reality, you were shrinking and getting smaller and smaller… and smaller. 😉

“Oh Mister Turner what’s wrong sweetheart?”

What’s wrong? For goodness sake what was right about what was happening.

“Oh right sorry, Lukey cutie, why’re you crying? Can you tell your sitter baby? You know your sitter Ashley would love to make it all better.”

Luke Turner sat on the floor of his living room looking down at his bare legs splayed in front of him, the thick crinkly plastic diaper wrapped around him, then back up to the concerned women at least a decade younger than him and the look of maternal concern on her face. His former student’s words only made him wail louder.

What was wrong! Almost a year ago Luke had been a few years into his teaching career. He felt like he was finally starting to get the swing of things and was truly happy. He had a career he was passionate about, he had married a women he loved, they’d just bought a house together and were talking about having kids. Then the virus had happened and Luke found himself living his accomplishments in reverse.

After a few short months he was the baby in their new house. Sitting there in front of Ashley. A young women who he had helped educate had been hired by his wife to look after him! To feed him, keep him entertained, to change him… He tried to put into words the storm of emotions in him. Finally he was able to spit out a few words between his sobs “Da viwus… I was a big.. tweacha…no baby…not…fwawa!”

Ashley looked down at her former teacher. She saw his slightly thinning hair at the top of his head, his red and puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes, his  runny nose. She looked down at his shirt adorned with teddy bears and balloons and the few stains from breakfast that his bib hadn’t blocked, then down to the thick diaper between his legs, already the victim of several wettings since his wife had changed him into it earlier in the morning.

When she had last seen him several years ago he’d been her teacher, a good one too. She had been in one of his first students and his enthusiasm and eagerness for his new profession had been a stark contrast to the burnt out and jaded seniors he was lecturing. Still, he had won more than a few of them over, Ashley being one of them. By the end of the year Mr. Turner was one of her favorite teachers. It didn’t hurt that he was one of the few male teachers who hadn’t been creepy toward her.

Ashley squatted down and started to dry off Lukey’s face with a spit towel. “Oh poor baby, I know the regression virus isn’t fair cutie. Your mommy knows that you didn’t want to be a big baby.” Ashley made sure to refer to Luke’s wife as mommy. New outlooks had to be reinforced after all, especially by an adult baby sitter liker Ashley.

“But we have to make the most of it don’t we baby? We have to see the silver lining.”

“Sivwa linun?” Luke looked up and sitter and former student with his lower lip jutted out. Still, an experienced caretaker like Ashley knew she had his attention.

“Yeah baby,” Ashley grinned. “Like me for instance. Do you think I was happy when I got the virus? Do you think I wanted to have my boobies grow even bigger? I already got enough stares and comments from the creeps working at our school.” Luke’s eyes grew wider. “I neva did…”

“Hush baby I know. You were an exception, a perfect little gentleman then and now.” Ashley noted that last comment got a blushy little smile from Luke, his first of the day that she’d seen.

“No baby I didn’t want bigger boobies. I didn’t need any more back pain and I didn’t need to have them to make milkies either! Did you think I expected to start leaking in class my sophomore year of college or waking up in the middle of the night because I needed to pump? No baby at first I didn’t think the virus did me any good at all, but then I saw the silver lining”

“Yeah?” Lukey was staring at Ashley with a slack jawed look of wonder. She knew she had his complete attention. It didn’t hurt that she had started to slowly run her hands along the sides of breasts and gently push them together. Adult baby boys were still boys, and maybe still a bit adult, so they couldn’t help but be further mesmerized when she highlighted her assets.

“Yeah baby. The silver lining is I get to have so much fun looking after cute big babies like you!” Luke open mouthed grin started to falter. “It’s true! I get to play with adorable and super fun toys with big babies like you. You like all the toys your Mommy got you don’t you?”

“Yaaah,” Luke slowly nodded his head.

“I get to have so much fun playing at the park with big babies, or in their yards too. I know your Mommy says you can get a little shy around other people but that you loove running around outside.” Luke nodded vigorously to this. “I love reading those adorably adult baby books, I love dressing big baby boys in all those adorably clothes. They’re so much softer and comfortable than the clothes you had to wear to school aren’t they?” More nodding from Luke.

“See I bet you can’t really argue that being a big baby now isn’t fun.” Ashley stood up and put her hands on her hips. “You’re crib is super comfy isn’t it?” This new line of argument got Luke to frown a little. Sure his crib was super comfy but that didn’t mean he liked being a big baby. She had a point so he nodded yes. “You’re mommy is super nice too baby right?” This got a vigorous nod from Lukey. His wife was the absolute bestest about all of this, he thought. She was so patient and sweet and she always had a baba ready if he was thirsty and she played all these fun games with him.

Thinking about his mommy had Luke nodding vigorously and bouncing up and down. Ashley giggle at the site of him and walked backwards to the couch where she sat.

“Your mommy tells me you’re the sweetest too- when you’re not being a grumpy pants. That doesn’t surprise me at all. I hear a lot of your old colleagues didn’t turn into the sweet baby you did.”

Luke now shook his head. Sure enough most of his male colleagues had also succumbed to the virus. Ashley had heard that many of the girls at her school who suspected that their little coughs and sniffles might be early stage RV had made a point to stay closer than they normally would to the leering pervs that harassed them, teachers and students alike. She had babysat a few of them a couple of times. She had to admit she like punishing them more than she expected. Of course she only ever bottle fed them too. 

Ashley now sat back down on the sofa. “So we agree that taking care of big babies with my big milky boobies is fun and that being a big sweet adult baby with an awesome Mommy is also fun. Now that that’s out of the way what would you like to do. We can read, we can play with your toys, ooor we can even go to the park and play on the jungle gym!”

Wait a minute. When did I agree that I liked being a big baby, Luke thought? No, no, no sure some parts of my life might be fun sure but being a baby when I should be a big boy? Nuh uh, thought Luke. That was going to far. I bet I can convince her that being a big baby isn’t fun, Luke assured himself. I taught her after all! 

Lukey started to stand up, a much more thought intensive process now. He just needed to stand tall and present a compelling argument that being a big baby wasn’t good. Then Ashley would treat him like a big boy, he’d behave like a big boy, and he could go back to being a big boy and a good big boy who teaches good baby sitters like Ashley so they can take care of the real big baby boys.

Think harder Lukey, he thought to himself and he slowly raised himself on shaky legs. His brow furrowed and his face took on a look of deep concentration. I just need the right big boy words, he thought as he froze in his squatting position. Just need to get da wite wors an get pwetty Ashley to put me in big boy clothes un

ppphhhbfrPPBRAAAAAP

Lukey’s mind went completely blank when he suddenly and noisily pooped. He was only aware of the growing warm weight in the seat of his sagging, expanding diaper.

Ashley giggled. That sound snapped him back to reality.

“Oh silly me, I thought you were having an existential crisis when really you just needed to make a big stinky in your diapy!”

Sowwy… bout duh stinky…” Lukey trailed off as he stood with his legs spread awkwardly far and his hand out in front of him for balance.

“Oh hush baby. I’ll take dumpy pants over grumpy pants any day,” Ashley laughed again.

Her laugh. Lukey remembered that laugh. It was one of the few that he heard whenever he told on of his signature corny jokes while teaching. He loved that laugh and wanted to hear it again. So he balled up his fists to his chest, scrunched up his face and puckered his lips, closed his eyes- and pushed.

FfrRppphtp *plop*

He opened his eyes again when he heard the laughter. Ashley was fanning her hand in front of her nose. “Peee Yu Mister Baby Lukey Turner. That was a big boom boom you made!”

She gently grabbed one of his fists and started to guide him to the sofa.

“No changies? I’m tinky” Lukey asked as he followed.

“Not yet baby. I don’t mind stinky pants. Are you uncomfy, be honest?”

Lukey gingerly touched the back of his swollen and discolored diaper and shook his head. Poopy diapers didn’t usually bother him, not at first at least.

“Don’t worry baby I’ll change that way before it gets yucky, but right now we need to do something about that empty tummy of yours. Then I’ll change you into a fresh diapy and we can start having so much fun!”

Ashley was sitting on the sofa now. She had lifted part of her shirt and pulled one of her milky breasts out.

Lukey, wide eyed, gingerly lowered himself on the sofa and put his head on Ashley’s lap. Before he latched on he looked up at her and whispered. “Ashwey you my favowit.”

“Ok sweetie, let’s get to work on you” the Nurse said smiling down, in a mildly annoyed tone, like she had been through a long day, but knew you were just an innocent will baby that didn’t deserve her tiredness. She was so pretty you almost felt compelled to behave for her, yet the gag forcing your jaw open compelled you into fear. What would she do? You had heard some other “patients” had their teeth removed to make them “teeth better” but really for insubordination. You cried and looked up at the Nurse with the sweetest eyes you could muster, begging for her mercy. But she just smiled down and you and started to giggle. You shivered in horror, yet she began to speak in a concerned tone “oh bwaby! Shh shh it’s ok Nursey knows this may be a lil confomfortable, but we need to get you addicted to drooling yourself. *drooling?* you thought *what does that mean*. Then the Nurse stuck her instrument on your tongue. *wait what?* you thought *i…I can’t swallow my saliva!*. And so the saliva began to build up. “Aaaawaahaaaaha” you screamed as you gagged on the instrument. “Oh no baby” the Nurse cooed “Nurse is holding your tongue down and watching you drool all over yourself. Don’t struggle, be a good boy”. she said. *oh ok I can do that* you thought *I don’t wanna be punished*. And so you stop squirming and let the saliva build up. “Aww good boy, lemme just get into a better position” the Nurse said as she moved her chair behind your head, turned your chin up in the restraints, and pressed her enormous breasts into your head. “That’s a good boy” she whispered behind her mask. -later-

”good morning baby, yes your diapee is untapped, and your cock has been swallowed up by Mommy’s pussy”.

“Oh yes baby, it’s quite a good thing I was your nurse at the regression center, and it was a short staffed one. I was the only with who ever changed your diapee. And good thing I didn’t inform my superiors when I discovered your other lil leg. Oh yes sweetie, you would have been shipped of too the milking center.

Aww honey I know you’re all uncomfortable from everyone staring at you, but that’s just the norm for baby’s on a flight. I mean, you already came in with that giant pacifier shoved down your throat and strapped securely on your face, so it can’t be in anticipation of you crying. *sniff sniff* And no stinkies yet either. Hmmm maybe it’s cuz you are the first male that’s been allowed on a plane in over a year since the matriarchy took over, but those mean Nurses at security gave you a tranquilizer before the flight, so even if you have big boy thoughts, you can barely move. Ooh well somebody is staring at Mommy’s chest, but Mommy needs a lil break, hmm maybe that young flight attendant can help us.

see boys are always looking

at my breasts

but not you

no, not you

you stare

into my eyes

you seem to

focus

as you

stare

I can feel you

relax

and seem to

feel

“I think we need to have a little talk about respect. Don’t you?” Belinda unzipped her hoodie, her seductive smile giving the lie to her stern tones and utterly confusing Chet’s suddenly lust-fogged brain. She wore nothing underneath it but a peach-colored bra that blended almost perfectly with her massive tits, and Chet could see the edges of her puffy pink nipples sticking out from the lacy fabric. He tried to stammer out a response, some kind of protestation that of course he respected the grad student for more than just her body, but just then she leaned forward and he couldn’t hide the twitching bulge between his legs that popped up as her long auburn hair waterfalled practically into his lap.

“See, this is what I’m talking about, Chet,” Belinda growled, hooking her thumbs into his sweatpants and tugging them down to his ankles in a single swift motion. “Oh, I know you try to pretend that you’re not thinking about sex, sex, sex, all the fucking time. But just look at this. Look at the disrespectful way your dick is so flushed and stiff and horny just from a single little glimpse of my titties. I’m frankly tired of it, Chet. I’m tired of you constantly staring directly at my cleavage like you think I don’t even notice.” She slid his cock in between her soft, pillowy breasts. It felt like smooth silk around his shaft. Despite her hectoring tone and his own feeble protests, Chet found himself unable to look away.

“So what is it?” she asked, even as she rocked back and forth on his cock until he dumped precum all over her silky tits. “Are you just hypnotized by my body, mm? Do my boobs make you so fucking stupid with arousal that you can’t even pretend you don’t want to empty your balls all over my chest like some kind of horny teenager? Don’t lie to me, Chet, I can see you staring right now. I know you’re thinking about cumming. I know everything you’re telling me is just another one of those goddamn excuses and I’m sick of it.” He heard the scolding tone in Belinda’s voice, recognized the truth in everything she was saying… but her big, heavy breasts were wrapped around his cock while she said it, and she kept smiling flirtatiously while she stroked his dick with her cleavage. It didn’t make sense. It was brain-breakingly sexy and yet at the same time he wanted to apologize for it all.

She shook her head and sighed. “I think we just have to accept that you’re a dumb, horny animal, Chet,” she said, her voice taking on a disappointed tone. “I think we have to simply face the fact that when you’re faced with a pretty woman who has a nice rack, your brain just switches off and your dick does all the thinking for you. Don’t you agree, Chet? Don’t you want to cum all over my big tits and stop trying to make sense of things?” Chet let out a strangled whimper, the last fading vestige of his own intelligence trying desperately to assert itself in the face of overwhelming confusion. She wanted him to stop, but she wanted him to keep going, but it was bad, but it felt so, so fucking good…. Chet finally grunted in helpless ecstasy as his cock made the decision for him and spurted pearly fluid all over Belinda’s chest.

“That’s my good boy,” she purred, holding still so his softening cock could remain within the warm nest of her cleavage. “That’s my silly little manslut. Now. Listen to me while I tell you all about the proper way to behave….” Chet nodded blankly, still staring vacantly at Belinda’s tits. Slowly, helplessly, he began to stiffen again as she filled his empty brain with a new and better self.

“Alright I wanted to test a theory so I took my bra off and put on this white top. Don’t look away, I want you to look at them. I want to see if you can-“

spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt

psssssss

*smirks wickedly*