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abdl notes challenge!

stops counting dec 16th and all goals met last through jan 12th

(edit: meanie pants dom made me add more goals to help with my “unpotty training” 😳)

every 5 notes - day in diapers

every 10 notes - mandatory hypnosis before bed

20 notes - mandatory diaper checks to anyone via asks or dm

30 notes - can only cum in diapers

50 notes - paci in constantly when alone

75 notes - no longer allowed to hold my bladder when in a diaper

100 notes - do an enema in a diaper and post proof

125 notes - drink extra water before bed (essentially insuring i wet the bed 🙈)

150 notes - just wet my diaper on command for anyone via asks

175 notes - post a video in a wet diaper

200 notes - only allowed to wear nighttime thickness or abdl diapers

300 notes - no more touching! only allowed to cum from a vibe or humping

400 notes - thumb in mouth whenever i get off

500 notes - have to wear childish clothes or a onesie everyday

600 notes - no more adult shows, only kids shows

700 notes - upload custom voted upon diaper video

800 notes - must mess my diaper on command for anyone via asks

900 notes - no longer allowed to hold my poopies when diapered

abdl notes challenge!

stops counting dec 16th and all goals met last through jan 12th

(edit: meanie pants dom made me add more goals to help with my “unpotty training” 😳)

every 5 notes - day in diapers

every 10 notes - mandatory hypnosis before bed

20 notes - mandatory diaper checks to anyone via asks or dm

30 notes - can only cum in diapers

50 notes - paci in constantly when alone

75 notes - no longer allowed to hold my bladder when in a diaper

100 notes - do an enema in a diaper and post proof

125 notes - drink extra water before bed (essentially insuring i wet the bed 🙈)

150 notes - just wet my diaper on command for anyone via asks

175 notes - post a video in a wet diaper

200 notes - only allowed to wear nighttime thickness or abdl diapers

300 notes - no more touching! only allowed to cum from a vibe or humping

400 notes - thumb in mouth whenever i get off

500 notes - have to wear childish clothes or a onesie everyday

600 notes - no more adult shows, only kids shows

700 notes - upload custom voted upon diaper video

800 notes - must mess my diaper on command for anyone via asks

900 notes - no longer allowed to hold my poopies when diapered

You know what? Let's just wrap this baby (heh) up. Here, for you, are the last two chapters of Doing Business and the epilogue.

One Hundred

I suspected that Mommy knew a conversation was coming. She might not have known about what, but she could read me better than anyone else, and I was sure that I had been emitting signals since we stepped out of the office together at the end of the day. Whereas my mother would probably pressure me to just say whatever was on my mind, Mommy would patiently wait for me to bring the topic up myself. 

“Did you have a good day?” Mommy asked me later, as she prepared dinner in the kitchen. The knowing smirk on her face suggested that some little bird probably told her a thing or two about what happened while she wasn’t in her office.

“It was good,” I nodded. I tried to keep a straight face, but I couldn’t help but smile like a fool.

“Neve not only changed your stinky bottom, but she fed you too, huh? You were spoiled.”

I nodded, feeling my face turn red. “I-I was looking for you, but…you weren’t around.”

“I’m glad that she was there for you, then. I wish I had been around, but I had a pretty busy day today.”

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

Hi guys and girls.

I have had a couple of people ask me about the fold I use currently. It’s called the Maria fold for boys. It’s good for boys and nighttime as there is a large concentration of the material in the front where boys need it most.

On the face of it, it is one of the more complicated folds, but to be honest it’s not really that hard and after a couple of goes it was easy to repeat.

In the last picture all I have done is pulled in the sides a bit as it helps make a narrower part to go between the legs.

This one is new to me.

always good to see a different nappy fold technique.

How I make my diapers so thick ?

1 medium rearz incontrol nighttime

1 XL rear incontrol nighttime

1 overnight booster pad

1 medium cloth diaper

1 cloth diaper liner

4 Bamboo cloth boosters

I will also most often add another layer like a Large disposable or put larger cloth diapers overtop my first layer for thick cloth diapers! But the pattern for layering boosters is usually what I do, if I want more leg spreading bulk I'll lay the boosters sideways and fold over a liner or cloth diaper being used as a stuffer.

There are various reason why adults are put back in nappies but one thing for sure there is nothing more humiliating than having the choice of using the bathroom taken away from you.

Thick cloth nappy folded tightly pinned onto you instantly pushing your legs apart, plastic pants pulled up your legs knowing that there only job is keep the contents of your nappy inside.

Knowing that the most basic adult need of going to the toilet is now something you wear, every movement you are made aware and reminded that your in a nappy, visually there is no hiding you are in a nappy everyone who can see knows what a nappy is for.

“But I tried, I tried,” you cried while facing the corner.

“I don’t want to wear diapers anymore!” you pleaded but didn’t dare to turn around.

“I know you tried buddy, but these wet shorts and undies are of your making,” Daddy said in a calm tone.

Today you woke up dry. It was the third night in a row you woke up dry. It’s been months since you and Daddy started to engage in ABDL. At some point, you lose bladder control. Not fully, but you had very little control anymore. You wetted most nights and sometimes had day accidents. In this time you discovered how submissive you can be, and how dominant Daddy can be. You became his dependent boy, and he became your all-mighty Daddy. It’s not clear if you gave away all your adult privileges, or he took them away. But you had none.

“But Daddy, please no, I haven’t had an accident in three days,” you begged.

“I knew, and we tried potty training you, but I don’t think you’re ready,” he said.

Lately, you asked Daddy more than a few times to take a break from ABDL. You liked it of course, but you needed a break. You needed your adult clothes, phone, TV shows, friends, boxers briefs. You need to swear. You needed to fight with Daddy. Now when you are “arguing” with him, he calls it a tantrum and manhandles you straight to submission.

“But Daddy, I don’t need a night diaper during the day, please,” the tears kept rolling down your cheeks.

“Those aren’t night diapers my sweet boy, those are your normal diapers from now on. You proved to me you’re not yet ready to be potty trained,” he said as he rose your wet shorts and undies.

After you woke up dry, Daddy put out kiddy underwear for you, saying it’s time for his boy to show Daddy how he grew up to be a big boy. You were so happy that things were going your own way. At some point, Daddy even handed you a cup of orange juice. You were so excited to drink from a cup again, after months of bottle drinking at home. The orange juice had a metallic taste, maybe it was the end of the season you thought, and just drank it all.

An hour later, you wetted yourself in the middle of the living room. You wanted to be potty trained so badly and Daddy was on your side. Now you are facing the corner wearing a thick diaper.

2: You have to drink everything that is given to you, without complaining

3: You have to say out load and intelligibly when you need to use your diaper, even in public. Regular checks will be performed, any unannounced wetting will be punished.

4: You are not allowed to ask to be changed or to complain about the state of your diaper, or you'll be left in it for longer

5: While at home you are not permitted to wear pants, shorts or anything that covers your diaper, unless instructed otherwise. You must change as soon as you're through the door.

6: If the paci is placed in your mouth you are not allowed to talk or remove it.

7: If instructed to wear a outfit you have to wear it and are not allowed to adjust it in any way without permission.

“You better not be pooping in your underwear!” you say, as I stand frozen and red-faced.

My hands are on my knees and I’m biting my lower lip, avoiding eye contact. “I…” (crackle pffft squishhh) “I can’t hold it…” I gasp and a flurry of loud crackling comes as I go deeper in my squat. (pffffffft splorch splat) The solid, stiff load tents out my seat and begins curling up in my underwear. I spread my legs further to allow the sticky warmth to spread in my seat.

“I can’t believe you’re standing here crapping in your underwear like a three year old! Aren’t you embarrassed?!’

***DISCLAIMER*** The people depicted in the following story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, CLICK AWAY NOW!

Author’s note: Hey everyone. I know many of you liked the first part of the story, so I decided to write part 2. Hope you all enjoy it just as much. Let me know if you’d like to see more of Casey and Alyss in the future. :-)

Casey felt his stomach leap into his throat. He hit send.

Hey. It’s me.

He cringed. How the heck was she supposed to know who he was just off that? His phone buzzed.

Who’s “me”?

He mentally kicked himself. He was blowing it already!

We, uh, met at the airport last week.

Maybe he shouldn’t have taken a week to respond. He was just so nervous, even after all that had happened at their first encounter. Casey had never been all that popular with girls. He blamed his small build and boyish looks. If he was being completely honest though, it was more likely because of how flustered and awkward he was around them.

I work at the airport lol. I meet a lot of ppl there. You’re gonna have 2 b more specific.

He swallowed noisily. This was it, the moment of truth.

You kind of… took my key.

Casey’s phone started ringing. He fumbled to answer it, “Hello?”

Alyss’s melodic and sultry voice blasted out. “Hey, sweetie! What took you so long? Do you need another change,” she chuckled.

Casey blushed hotly. “No! I don’t. Well not right now at least. I just, uh I wanted to call you to see when I could get my key back and uh…” He trailed off uncertainly.

“Aaaand,” she prompted.

“And, I, uh, wanted to see if you’d like to get coffee or something. With me.” He covered his face. Of course it was with him! Who else would she be going with? His grandma?

Alyss didn’t immediately answer. He held his phone in a shaky grip, alternately staring at the ceiling and his kicking feet. She was going to say no. Over 30 seconds had passed since he’d asked. She wasn’t responding because she was trying to figure out how to let him down easy. He knew their encounter had been a one-off fluke. Alyss was drop dead gorgeous. She probably had guys and girls practically queuing up for a chance to be with her.

“I’d love to! Did you have anywhere in mind?”

Casey didn’t know how to respond. “I’m not sure. I didn’t think I’d get this far… oh!” He gasped. Fuck! He hadn’t meant to say that out loud!

Alyss laughed. “Hahaha, that’s so cute.” She managed to tamp her amusement down shortly after, though he could still hear mirth lacing her voice. “The county faire is open this Friday. They’re supposed to have an incredible haunted house. Does that work for you?”

Casey hesitated. “I’m not really big on haunted houses…” Casey was a bit of a scaredy cat. He even kept a spare night light on his bed stand.

“Aww, don’t worry, baby boy. I’ll hold your hand.”

Fluttery feelings tickled Casey’s chest. God, how was this woman so good at pushing his buttons?”

Alyss continued, “there’s a ton of other stuff too. There’s a corn maze, ring toss, candied apples, a petting zoo, etcetera.”

The mention of a petting zoo perked Casey up. He loved animals. “Well… I guess it’d be ok if its not just the haunted house.”

“Great! I’ll see you there at 6. It’s a date! And… I just realized, I never asked what your name was!” She sounded genuinely shocked, and… a little embarrassed?  

Casey cleared his throat. If he was being completely honest, he’d forgotten too. “Casey, my name is Casey.”

“That’s a wonderful name. Well, Casey, wear a diaper. I don’t want you to get too scared in the haunted house and have another accident.” She laughed.

Casey blushed furiously.  

“Oh, and one more thing, bring that pretty little cage of yours.” With that, she hung up.

Casey crashed back onto his bed. A delirious smile broke out across his face. A date! She had called it a date! He was going on a date! In diapers…

Casey rode that high for the rest of the week. He was absolutely brimming with energy. He got his hair cut, cleaned his tiny apartment from top to bottom, and had his date outfit picked out days in advance.

Friday finally arrived. Casey stood at the entrance, trying (and failing) to look casual. He wore a simple green, buttoned up cardigan over a plain grey T shirt with a pair of slim black jeans over his legs. To complete the outfit, underneath his clothes was a thick white diaper with two stuffers, covered with jack-o-lanterns, black cats, and other Halloween related items. He hoped she liked it. He’d brought his backpack as well to carry home any prizes or trinkets he got. It also carried baby wipes, powder, and a couple extra diapers, just in case.

6 o’clock arrived. Alyss was nowhere in sight. Casey grew more and more anxious as the minutes passed. Where was she? Had she gotten into an accident? Did he show up at the wrong faire? A black, creeping thought pushed its way to the forefront of his mind. What if she was just messing with him? It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened… Casey shook his head, pushing away memory.

“Hey, crinkles!”

He looked up in shock.

Alyss was walking towards him, a smile on her face. “I thought that would get your attention. It’s pretty funny you actually responded to it.” She laughed.

Casey looked away, suddenly tongue tied. “I, uh -, well, I was waiting-,” he took a deep breath. “You look nice.”

Alyss was wearing a pair of snug leggings beneath a short black skirt. The outfit was complemented by a long sleeved, low-cut shirt that accentuated her figure while showing just a hint of cleavage. The outline of her shapely breasts pushed against the cloth and Casey caught himself staring. He gulped. Holy shit.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” She tipped his up his chin with one delicate finger.

“S-sorry!”

Alyss booped him on the nose. “I’m just teasing you, Casey.” She eyed him up and down. “Super cute outfit by the way, I could just eat you up.” She leaned in, grinning conspiratorially, “are you wearing one?”

Casey flushed. “Yes…” He yelped as she gave his butt a firm squeeze.

“Good boy!” She proffered her arm. “Well then, shall we?”

Casey looped his arm through hers and off they walked.

The faire was loud and lively. People were everywhere, walking, talking, eating. Rows of colorful tents lay neatly arranged on either side of the main street, filled with vendors hawking their goods. Bales of hay and pumpkins were haphazardly strewn about. Casey was glad of the noise and the sounds of hay stalks crunching underfoot. It masked the crinkling.

Alyss pointed to a stall. “Want something to drink?”

“Ok.”

They walked up to the counter. “Two ciders, please.”

Another squeeze of his padding stopped Casey reaching for his wallet.

“Don’t worry about it, squirt. Tonight’s on me.” Alyss smiled.

Casey looked at her in disbelief. “Are you sure?”

She thanked the vendor and handed Casey his cup. “Yes, I’m sure.”

They wandered around for a while, just talking. Casey felt ridiculous hanging onto Alyss’s arm. Being 8 inches shorter than her and lacking half muscle tone he probably looked more like a little kid clinging to his babysitter than a 25 year old man on a date. The double stuffed diaper underneath didn’t’ help.

Casey told her all about his boring job and the ridiculous workload his bosses erratically dumped on him and his coworkers. He told her about his love of animals, and how he had always wanted to be a veterinarian until he’d realized a big part of the job was also putting animals down. He told her about his years in college, letting slip a few awkward stories that made her giggle. He’d moved away from his parents shortly after graduating, to a tiny run-down little apartment on the far side of the city. The area was relatively safe and cheap, perfect for paying off those damn tuition loans.

Alyss, it turned out, also lived alone, though on the opposite side of the city. She was about 4 years older than him and had only been working at the airport for the past year, though she didn’t  say much about what’d come before. She loved rainy days, horror movies, and surprisingly reading fantasy and science fiction. She’d played volleyball in her college years, even becoming captain of her team for a few semesters. She loved the outdoors. It seemed she’d tried at least one of everything. Hiking, skiing, horseback riding, you name it.

Casey listened in awe as she casually spoke about her physical exploits. With his willowy body and lack of coordination he’d always been hopeless when it came to any kind of sport or exercise.  

“So, what’s with the diapers?” Alyss asked suddenly

Casey was a little taken aback by her bluntness. “What?”

“The diapers, why do you like them?” Her eyes shot down to his crotch.

“Umm… hey, I want to try that!” Casey pointed to a random stall.

Alyss frowned and raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm.” She shrugged.

They played a few classic games like ring toss, darts, and one of those shooter types where you try to knock down prizes. Casey was an absolute terrible shot, but Alyss managed to score him a few stickers and candies. The biggest prize came from the hatchet throwing booth. Casey hadn’t been interested but Alyss had insisted. She got a perfect score, thunking dead center 5 times in a row. To his chagrin, Casey couldn’t even get it to stick into the wood.  

“Here you go, champ.” She said, pushing a large, plush dragon into his arms.

It was nearly half his size! He had to use both arms to keep it from brushing the ground.

Alyss giggled and brushed away a stray strand of hair.

“What is it,” Casey asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just enjoying myself.”

Casey blushed and buried his chin in the downy material. “Thank you… Alyss.”

She bent down and mussed his hair. “You’re welcome, kiddo. Now how about we go check out the petting zoo next?”

Casey’s eyes widened with excitement. He unconsciously began to bounce. “Okay!”

The “zoo” turned out to be a little underwhelming. A few churlish goats stood crunching on spilt hay. Chickens pecked at the dirt while a tired looking pony wandered about.

Casey squatted down as a chicken passed. He ran his hand through its feathers, and it cooed appreciatively. “Do you want to feel,” he asked, glancing back.

Alyss stood several steps back, arms crossed. “No, uh, I’m good.”

Why was she so far away? “Is something wrong?”

She actually blushed a little. “When I was little a chicken scratched me up pretty bad. I had a scar for years.”

“Oh, I see. And here I was thinking you could handle a little pecker,” he teased.

Alyss walked over and bent to whisper in his ear. “Your waistband is showing.”

Shit! Casey bolted upright and began fussing with the hem of his shirt.

She laughed. “Serves you right, crinkles.”

It was time for Casey’s least favorite part of the trip. The haunted house. The sun was beginning to set, and it seemed that the old brick building grew larger as the sunlight died. Overgrown vines draped limply past broken windows. A single door served as the entrance, swinging lazily on a broken hinge. Casey gulped and eyed the building warily.

“What’s the matter, big guy,” Alyss teased. “You want Mommy to hold your hand?”

Casey realized he’d been inching closer to Alyss. “N-no. I’m just a little cold is all.”

The door groaned and they stepped inside. Visibility dropped drastically, the dim light of flickering candles warring with the encroaching dark. Casey tightly hugged the plush dragon. It would protect him.

“Wow, I like what they did with the lighting here. Really adds to that haunted house feeling.”

Casey couldn’t believe it. How was she not scared?

“Oh, hey, did you hear that?” Alyss paused.

In the silence that followed, a faint scraping noise whispered through the hall. The noise grew louder, the whisper becoming a rasp, becoming a snarl. The sound stopped.

Casey’s legs were shaking. He felt like his stomach had leapt into his throat. He felt something touch his hand. He jerked away wildly, breathing fast.

It was only Alyss. Genuine concern showed on her face. “It’s ok, Casey, it’s just me.” She took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Are you ok?”

Casey closed his eyes. No, he absolutely was NOT ok. He shouldn’t have pretended to be tough. It was too much. He gulped. “Not really… I don’t do well with scary stuff.”

“Oh gosh, why didn’t you tell me?”

Casey’s voice shook. “Because I wanted to impress you.”

The clanking screech of tortured metal drowned out Alyss’s response. A man was rapidly approaching behind them. Blood caked his wild-eyed features and he held a shrieking chainsaw in his hands. His eyes locked with theirs and he gave a cackle of delight.

Casey felt his knees and bladder release, dropping him to the floor even as his diaper rapidly filled. He cried out and buried his face in the plushie. If he was going to be killed, then at the very least he didn’t want to see it. This wasn’t an employee! It was definitely a real killer that had snuck into the attraction to send him into the afterlife. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Could you turn that down!? It’s really fucking loud!” Alyss’s voice boomed out, steadfast and strong enough to be heard over the racket.

A few moments later, the hall fell back into silence as the machine sputtered and died.

Casey felt a hand loop under his legs, and he was lifted into the air. Alyss gently pressed his tear-streaked face to her chest.

“Shh, it’s ok, Casey. I have you.” She continued onwards, leaving a somewhat taken aback night terror behind.

Casey clutched at her shirt as they moved. Ghouls and murderers lurked behind every corner. It wasn’t safe here. He wanted to go home. His heart pounded wildly, and he pulled back for a brief moment before Alyss drew him back in, gently pressing his head into her strong shoulder.

“Don’t look, baby boy. Mommy’s got you.” She began to hum softly.

People jumped out from open doors. Spiders and other creatures dropped from the ceiling. Crying and screaming noises erupted from hidden speakers all along the way. Casey didn’t notice any of it, lulled into a sense of safety by the clean scent of her clothes and her quiet crooning.  Finally, they were out, stepping into the cool night air.

“It’s over now, sweetie. You can look up now,” she whispered.

Casey sniffled miserably. “I don’t wanna.”  

“What’s wrong, hun?”

He rubbed at his eyes. “Nuffin.”

“Oh, sweetie, are you worried I think less of you now?”

He winced. Her words had struck a little too close to home. “Yes,” he mumbled.

“Casey,” she spoke slowly, explaining it as if he were simple, “back when I met you… I didn’t play with that pretty little willy of yours because I thought you’d be brave, or strong, or anything ‘manly’ like that.” She turned his head to stare into his eyes. The hunger he’d seen in their first encounter was back. “I wanted you because you looked cute, and shy, and fragile.” She shivered tangibly. She leaned down to nip and lick the tender flesh of his earlobe. “And I knew you were into some kinky shit. I wanted to be the one to break you.”

Casey would have felt trepidation if he hadn’t been practically vibrating with his own arousal. Her pheromones set his brain alight while her words sent hot blood rushing to stiffen his small penis. He moaned as his cock swelled against the wet padding of the diaper.

“Casey…” Alyss murmured.

He squirmed in her arms, desperate and shameless.

“Casey,” her voice was more insistent.

He whined into her shoulder. It was too hard to listen right now. The wonderful feeling of the wet diaper squeezing his little cock took precedent over all else.

“Casey!”

He groaned, upset to be so rudely torn from his bliss. “What,” he snapped.

Alyss raised an eyebrow at his tone. She would have to train that out of him. “You’re leaking.”

The words hit Casey like a bucket of cold water, bringing him back to his senses. She was right. A substantial, rapidly cooling wet spot had formed on his jeans. He yelped as Alyss gave his crotch a squeeze, causing the patch to grow.

Casey panicked and stuttered “P-put me down!”

She laughed and tightened her grip as she began to walk. “Aww, it’s ok, widdle guy. Mommy Awyss wiw put you in a bwand new didee.”

He futilely squirmed in her arms. Her muscles felt like they were made of banded steel. The dark wet spot brushed against him occasionally, causing him to shiver. It was cold and unpleasant. He just hoped no one would see it in the dark. Though, that assumed they would even look past the spectacle of a “somewhat” grown man being carried around in the arms of a red-haired goddess. Casey could feel the crowd’s stares as they passed. He looked over her shoulder. A group of girls around his age made eye contact with him. A giggle passed through the group as they blew kisses and jokingly waved goodbye. Embarrassment colored his cheeks even as his penis gave another twitch in its sodden prison. Casey decided not to look up after that.

Alyss paused just before entering a white stone building, taking a brief second to hike up her squirming, mortified load before entering. Two wooden doors with silver letters stating Mens and Womens stood before her.

Casey noticed the temperature change as they entered. He glanced up just as she passed the threshold. Womens, said the door. She took him into the ladies’ restroom! He let himself be lowered to the floor before making a dash back to the exit.

Alyss’s hand locked him in place. “Where do you think you’re going, sport?”

Casey looked back nervously, fidgeting. “To the boy’s bathroom?”

Alyss shook her head in disapproval. “No, no. That won’t do at all.” She tugged him into the furthest stall and locked the door. There was a pullout table for infants along the wall. She pulled it down and laid tissue paper across the bottom half. “Last time you made a choice you ended up wetting yourself and crying on the floor. Clearly you need someone to choose for you.” She patted the table. “Now hop up and let’s get you in a fresh diaper. I’m assuming you brought some?”

Casey nodded hesitantly. “Yes, but-“

She fell over him, pinning him against the wall. His eyes were level with the incredible curves of her breasts. Casey’s mouth went dry as she took one finger and pulled away her shirt collar, giving him a tantalizing view.

“I’ll give you a treat if you’re good. Would you like that,” she purred.

Casey nodded stupidly and let her lift him onto the changing table.

“Butt up, squishy pants.” Alyss efficiently undid the button on Casey’s pants and pulled.

He covered his eyes with both hands as his jeans came away, leaving the thick padding of his diaper on full display. He knew she’d seen it before, but shame still tickled his innards.

“Aww. What a cute print!”

A small smile tugged at Casey’s lips. I knew she would like it.

Alyss placed a finger on one of the black cats. “Can you tell me what this is?”

“Uhh, a cat?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, silly! This is a big diapee full of dirty little boy piss.”

Casey groaned as she gave him a quick rub.

Alyss wore a mischievous grin. “Now, beg me for a new diaper.”

If it will get me that reward… “Please change me, Alyss.”

She gave his cock a squeeze and made an X with her hands. “BZZZT! Sorry, baby boy. Try again.”

“Please change me… Mommy?”

Alyss bent over him and gave his bulging diaper another squeeze. “Close, but say it like you mean it. Say it and apologize for not using the potty like a big boy.”

Man… she’s into some really kinky shit… Not that he minded of course. “Please change me, Mommy. Please change my diaper. I’m sorry I peed in my pants. I’m sorry I can’t go to the bathroom like a big boy. The diaper is really yucky and cold… and, umm..,” he trailed off. He didn’t know what to say next. All he knew was that whatever it was, he would say it gladly. Casey was putty in her hands, and she knew it.

Alyss snickered and grabbed a new diaper from Casey’s pack. It was one of the plain white, ridiculously thick over-night one’s he usually wore to sleep. “Poor, little boy. 25 years old and still in diapers cause he can’t hold it in. Aww.” She unfolded and fluffed it before sliding it under his butt. She grabbed the tabs and pulled the front up and over the first diaper.

“I thought you were going to change me,” Casey cried out.

Malicious glee twinkled in her eyes. “I told you I would put you in a fresh diaper. I didn’t say anything about taking the old one off.”

He let out a sob of despair as she secured the tapes, trapping him in the squishy cotton.

Alyss stood back. “Now, reward time.”

Casey stared in awe as she turned and bent over, flipping up her skirt to display her ass. She hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her leggings and slowly pulled down. Casey could feel his 4 inch penis throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The fabric covering her skin slapped down with a satisfying thwap as the lascivious curves of her ass leapt free. She continued to pull until her leggings were all the way off. Her womanly gifts were hidden under a pair of lacey blue panties that hugged her hips and was lost in the crevice between her cheeks. She took those off next, giving Casey a brief glimpse of her bare shaven asshole, before flipping the skirt back down.

She walked back over, panties dangling in one hand. A clear wet spot glistened along the crotch. “Open up, little guy. Can’t have you making any noise during little Casey’s reward time, can we?” She balled up the fabric and shoved it into his open mouth.

Casey let out a muffled whimper. Her juices coated his tongue, running down his throat. Casey had never experienced anything remotely like this before. It was all new, ecstatic, and addicting. He couldn’t fight back. She was in complete control. They both knew it. All he could do was writhe, and shiver, and beg while she toyed with his slender form. She had him stand as she leaned back against the wall. She put one foot behind her for support while the other one, bare and toned, stuck out seductively.

She lifted her skirt again, exposing the smooth lips between her legs. Her eyes narrowed and she crooked a finger. “Come to Mommy.”

Casey took one small step, then another, then another until he was within arm’s reach. She tugged him close, holding the back of his head with one hand and guiding it between her breasts. Casey straddled her leg, letting the padded bulk of his diaper rest on the silky skin of her thigh.

She stroked his hair. “I’ve been wondering since I met you… Have you been with a woman before, Casey?”

He paused, eyes wide and fearful. He’d heard this question before. Two years ago, in college he’d been invited to a house party. That night he’d ended up in the arms of some girl who had a thing for small guys. When he’d confessed to being a virgin though, combined with his diminutive length, her interest vanished in a puff of smoke, replaced by scornful laughter. He’d kept his body to himself ever since.

Tonight seemed different. He gave one shake. No.

Alyss bit her lip and let out a guttural moan. “Oh my god.” Her free hand snaked down to her aching pussy. “So, you’re a virgin?”

A thin line of drool leaked down Casey’s chin. He nodded. Did she really not care?

“Fuck, Casey. You have no idea how fucking wet that makes me.” Her fingers ran tight circles around her clit.

Casey could see her arousal dripping to the floor in long, glistening strands.

Hot breath escaped her lips as her chest heaved. “Does that mean, mmph, at the airport… that was… mmmfuck.”

He nodded again.

She arched her back. A bead of sweat dripped down her neck. Casey tentatively licked it away, receiving an approving purr in response.

“Thank you for telling me, sweetie,” she gasped. Her full lips locked with his as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her tongue pushed against the panty gag, coaxing forth more of her nectar to fill the helpless boy’s mouth. “Poor, innocent little diaper boy. Mommy will teach you how to be with a girl.” She grabbed his thickly padded ass and began to alternately push and pull, forcing him to slide back and forth along her leg. “Show Mommy how you make humpies, little Casey. Show me what a big strong man you are.”

She let go and Casey started grinding of his own volition. His diaper was drenched in precum by this point, more and more of it dribbling from Casey’s straining penis. The back of his diaper stuck out obscenely as he rubbed back and forth, savoring every little wave of tickling ecstasy as his boyhood slipped through the squishy cotton.

Casey stared in shock as Alyss suddenly tore down the neck of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra! She pulled her panties from his mouth and shoved her engorged nipple in to replace it.

“Be a good little slut and suck on Mommy’s tits.”

Casey happily obliged, greedily going to work on her tender flesh. Sinful, wicked, offensive sounds echoed through the bathroom as he bit, and sucked, and licked. His diaper crinkled loudly with every thrust, his little cock ravaging the wet padding as it pulsed.

Alyss lustily purred encouragement to him throughout. “Good boy. You’re Mommy’s good little boy slut. Keep humping. Pretend that warm, squishy diaper is Mommy. Ohh, that feels so good, Casey.” She let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure. “You’re filling me up, sweetie. Your little cock feels so good in Mommy’s pussy.”

Casey picked up the pace and suckled all the harder, futilely trying to inhale her breast into his little mouth as he fervently humped her leg.

Alyss’s breath hitched, and she pulled up the hem of Casey’s shirt, drawing bright red lines of heedless passion in the soft skin of his back. She whispered into his ear. “If you’re very good, maybe I’ll let you try for real. Would you like that, squirt?”

Casey nodded desperately as he continued to suck, refusing to relinquish his prize even to answer. 

She tilted his head up slightly, forcing him to look into her blazing, feverish eyes. “That means you need to listen to Mommy and follow her rules. Good boys listen to their mommies, don’t they?”  

“Yph Mmmy,” he muffled.

“I want you to make a big, sticky mess in your diaper. Can you do that for me, Casey?”

“Yph Mmy,” he practically yelled. He could be a good boy. He was already so close. 

He felt her stomach go taut, like a rope ready to snap. Alyss cried out, shudders wracking her body. “Then cum for me, baby. Be Mommy’s good little boy slut and fill your diapers!” 

Casey’s legs nearly gave out as he came. His penis pulsed over and over as it jetted waves of cum into the soaked padding. His cream quickly coated the front and began to dribble down, unable to sink into the already oversaturated cotton. It pooled around his balls, forming a font of sinful juices in the crotch of his diaper.

He slumped forward, strength gone. He felt like his soul had been ripped out, forced to experience a thousand years of unending pleasure, then shoved back into his small body. He continued to suck on her breast, now more for comfort than sexual need.

Alyss pulled her hand from her over sensitized cunt, holding it up before Casey’s drooping eyes. “Part of being a good boy is cleaning Mommy up.” She gently extracted her nipple from his lips and slipped her slick fingers into his mouth before he could even whimper with displeasure.

Casey’s tongue snaked around her fingers, seeking every drop of her nectar.

“Good boy,” she cooed.

After Casey had cleaned her fingers, Alyss had him lick up the fluid trails that had dribbled down her thighs. When he was finished with his duties, she pulled her leggings back on and shoved the pair of panties back into Casey’s mouth.

“Just something for you to suck on until we get you a nice paci,” she giggled. Her face shifted suddenly, becoming just a tad more serious, and even… shy? She lifted a finger to trace patterns along his neck. “So, um, did you drive here?”

Casey shook his head. He’d taken the bus, but he wasn’t sure why she was bringing it up now.

She looked away, blushing slightly. “Good, umm I mean, in that case, would you like to have a little sleep over at my - mommy’s apartment tonight?”

“How much longer will it take? …. … Are we there yet? I gotta go so badly … ” :o

I teethed at the rubber nipple sullenly as Kasey returned. Strangely, she had nothing in hand. “What did you have to do?” I asked, wondering why she had just stepped away for no apparent reason.

“Oh, nothing important,” Kasey said, shrugging off my question and tipping the bottle back into my mouth as she passed, a gentle reminder that little boys didn’t get to question adults. I suckled on the sweet liquid as Kasey checked her phone and giggled. She looked at me and grinned before looking back at her phone. I frowned unhappily and shifted in my seat as she continued to ignore me.

I stared at her suspiciously as she continued to smile, covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. I bet she’s talking about me. Why won’t she tell me what she’s doing? This is so unfair! The mixture of humiliation, frustration, and unfulfilled need that had been swirling inside me since Mommy left boiled over. I harrumphed and stood up, dropping the bottle to the floor with a clatter as I clomped around the counter directly into Kasey’s line of sight. Her head darted up from her screen as I stomped on the floor with a bootied foot.  

“Uh oh, what do we have here?” she inquired. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips as she crossed her arms and began tapping her index finger against the skin of her bicep expectantly.

I squatted down angrily and began to push, my face scrunching with the effort. This will teach her to ignore me! The back of my diaper began to tent, pushing against the soft fabric of my onesie as I filled it with my indignance.

Kasey calmly watched me and continued to tap her arm until I was done, raising an eyebrow. “All finished?” she asked, unfazed.

My diaper crinkled as a I shifted to accommodate my mess. I balled my fists at my sides and nodded at her triumphantly.

“Oh, that’s good, then,” she said nonchalantly, turning her attention back to her phone. The hot, righteous feeling of my retribution rapidly cooled at her indifference and I began to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“A-aren’t you going to change me?” I asked shakily, suddenly worried my terrible two had been a terrible mistake.

Kasey looked up and put down her phone, slowly advancing on me with predatory grace as she said, “No, grown-ups get to decide when babies are changed, and you are clearly a baby. I thought you were a big boy who could stir your own mac and cheese, but I guess I was wrong, huh?”

The fleeting memory of my defiance was banished as she continued to advance on me. I began to shrink inwards and made little steps back as I lost ground. “I’m sorry, Miss Kasey. I won’t do it again, please!” I begged as I backed towards the kitchen table.

“Aww, I know you won’t, sweetie. I know you’re just Mommy’s sweet little boy, aren’t you?” she said, words dripping with condescension as she closed the distance between us.

My back bumped against the tall frame of our kitchen chair as I shook in fear. Kasey finished closing the gap between us and pulled the chair out from behind me, the wooden legs squealing against the tiled floor. She grabbed my shoulder in one firm hand and pulled me close, her lips gently brushing my ear as she leaned in. My heart thumped wildly as my fear warred with the sweet smell of her skin and the hot caress of her breath assailed my senses.

“Shh, it’s ok, baby. I’m not going to punish you for lying to me about being a big boy. I already knew. I mean, do you know any other big boys that walk around in onesies and wear big poofy diapers?” She began to gently push on my shoulders, firmly guiding me towards the waiting chair as I squeaked and resisted weakly.

My warm mess spread disgustingly across my bottom as I made contact with the chair and my eyes began to tear up with regret. I’m sorry. This is so yucky. Please change me, Miss Kasey. I want to be big. Please let me stir my mac’n cheeses. I whimpered pleadingly with her as she held me in place.

“I’m going to go finish up dinner and you are going to stay right here. Hopefully, you’ll take the time to think about why you’re sitting there in a poopy diaper and not out on the town with your sexy wife.” Kasey turned to retrieve my bottle from the floor and popped it back into my mouth.

The following ten minutes passed slowly as I squished sadly in my cooling diaper and finished my milk. My tears had dried on my face and I sniffled, rubbing my puffy reddened eyes as Kasey returned with my birthday dinner. I meekly sat still as she fastened my bib, a white cloth rimmed in blue that spelled out in shiny blue letters Mommy’s Messy Boy. I winced at the irony. Kasey decided to revoke the big boy privilege of feeding myself as she situated herself next to me and began spooning up the steaming pasta. The rest of the meal proceeded without incident as Kasey fed me, making cooing, encouraging noises as she guided the spoon to my waiting mouth. I tried to be good and make sure it all got in, but I whined when some of the dinosaurs inevitably ended up on my bib. Sometimes I think Kasey purposely missed just to make me feel extra helpless. After the bowl was empty, Kasey began to rub my back, patting it occasionally and telling me what a good boy I was for finishing my meal.

“Did you like your dinner?” she asked.

I gave a small nod and smiled weakly.

She smiled. “Aww, you are so cute. I think somebody deserves a change for being such a good boy during dinner.”

I brightened at the promise of freedom from my predicament and gave her a bright smile, nodding happily.

“Oh, look who’s excited to get a new diapy!” she tittered. “Well, come on then, baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

She led me by the hand as we headed upstairs, giggling at my awkward waddle as I tried to avoid contact with my mistake, the diaper drooping between my legs.  We finally arrived at the bathroom and she laid a towel down on the floor. My onesie snapped as she undid the buttons and my diaper drooped further between my legs, losing its support. I whined pathetically and she picked up her phone and snapped a picture, digitally memorializing my shame.

“Okay, Mr. Stinky, lay down,” she commanded playfully, taking enjoyment in my mortified response as I quietly hobbled past and avoided eye contact.

I sat on the soft fabric of the towel and laid back, focusing on the white plaster of the ceiling. My mind drew small patterns in the little hills and valleys created by the uneven coat while Kasey undid the tapes. Kasey hummed as she worked, rolling up the soiled garment and dropping it in the tall can Mommy had specifically bought for these situations. She chuckled at the sight of my jailed willy as she wiped, her efforts doing nothing to wipe away, more-so amplifying, the angry shade of purple in my balls.

“How long has it been since your last humpy day?” she asked tauntingly.

Too long, I thought. “Three months,” I said, covering my eyes as I tried to ignore the beautiful woman before me gently wiping around my crotch.

“Oh my goodness, well now, that is a long time, isn’t it? If it wasn’t for your Mommy giving you milkies every now and then, I bet these little things would have exploded by now!”

I winced in agony as she flicked my engorged testicles, seeing that superior grin Kaley always wore when she tormented me.

“I’m going to unlock you now so we can make your willie all nice and clean. No touching, though. Auntie Kaley will wash you, ‘kay?”

My head bobbed in confirmation. I knew the routine. Mommy always let me free when it was bath time, taking extra special care to gently wash my stiff cocklette throughout the routine, driving me wild with stimulation but always taking precautions to prevent an accidental spurt. When it was over and I was nice and clean, she would gently kiss the tip and apply ice to it. The ice always made me squeal and it hurt extra bad after a warm bath, reverting my cock back to babyhood as it shriveled and went limp. The faucet squeaked as Kaley turned it, steam rising as the hot water poured into the tub. Kaley stood over me, her lacey black panties clearly visible as she looked down. Oh my god… I whined as my cage immediately swelled to capacity and began to drop, my dick bobbing frantically at the sight as it tried to break free. Kaley smiled and lifted her dress, the light of the bathroom illuminating her silky skin. Slowly, she reached into her panties and bit her lip. Mommy, why did you leave me with her!? I despaired.

“Ah, there it is,” she exclaimed, letting her skirt drop and pulling her hand from her panties, producing a small golden key on a chain.

I looked at the key and back to her in confusion. Did she just…?

Kaley knelt between my legs with the key and inserted it into the infernal lock holding my cage tight. Seeing my questioning gaze, Kaley answered as the lock opened with a small click, “Your Mommy told me to keep the key where little boys like you couldn’t reach it. So I thought, what’s more out of reach for her little diapered hubby than a woman’s pussy?”

I cringed and she smiled maliciously as she slowly pulled the cage from my cock, gasping as it popped free, my arousal glistening on the tip. “Aww, it looks like its crying” she said sympathetically. She reached out and flicked it, laughing as I flinched and moved to cover myself. “Hmm, sorry, that probably didn’t help much, did it,” she said callously.

I sniffled and covered myself. She gripped my hand and pulled me up, helping me into the tub. I enjoyed baths. The hot water always brought me comfort and helped to somewhat alleviate the ache in my groin. It was one of the plus sides of being her little boy now, I supposed, as the attention it got me always made me feel as warm and bubbly as the bath she washed me in. Plus, it was always a bonus when I got to splash my wife “accidentally”. The wet fabric of her shirt always gave me a worthwhile view. Though, of course, the trade-off was usually a night of tossing and turning with a glowing red bottom accompanied by a raging ache in the cage. But it was worth it. Probably.

Kaley checked her phone and smiled again.

Why is she always doing that?

She tapped in a quick message and set it down, turning her attention back to me as she reached for the pitcher to wash my hair. I wasn’t allowed to stick my head under the water anymore. Mommy said it was dangerous for babies. “Looks like it’s about 7:30. Guess you’re going to be a little late to your bedtime. Oh well, it is your birthday, so I guess we can let it slide.” Kaley filled the pitcher and tipped it over my hair. I held my nose and kept my eyes shut as the warm water trickled over me. When she was satisfied my hair was wet enough, she reached for a bottle of shampoo and squirted a dollop into her hand, brusquely rubbing it into my scalp. “Who’s the clean little baby,” she cooed as she cleaned me. “That’s right, you are!”

I didn’t even say anything…

She continued speaking, though I didn’t respond. “I bet your Mommy must really love you, getting you this special no-tear shampoo. Now you can get your head all clean and you can make it through bath time without crying. Isn’t that nice?”

I pouted as she again poured the water over my head, rinsing away the sweet-smelling shampoo.

“Okay, little man, time to clean your little man,” she said, giggling at her own wit.

“That’s okay, Kaley… I can do that.” After all the torment she had put my penis through tonight, there was no way I wanted her to handle washing it.

“No can-do, buddy. Your mommy was VERY explicit in saying that you shouldn’t be allowed to wash yourself. She said something about you making stickies in the water when she wasn’t looking.”

I sulked and spread my legs in deference to Mommy’s wishes, though it was hardly fair. I’d only touched myself one time back when she had just become my Mommy and now I had restricted access even during bath time. So what if I touch myself. She gets to touch HERself. I started as Kaley reached a soapy hand into the water and began stroking my cock. My body shook with the effort as I tried to keep from cumming then and there. After a couple seconds of gut-wrenching bliss, she withdrew her hand and dried it on the nearby towel, acting as if nothing had just happened. As if she hadn’t just given a handjob, albeit a short one, to her best friend’s husband.

“Okay, baby, time to get ready for bed.” She rolled up her short sleeves and helped me rise from the tub. My dick stood horizontally and dripped what was mostly water back into the tub. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I waited for what came next.

“Let’s get you all nice and dry so we can get that cute little butt of yours back in a diaper before you have an accident.”

I opened my eyes as the thick cloth of the towel roughly rubbed against my skin, surprised it wasn’t the crippling cold sensation I was normally subjected to. Kaley helped me step out of the tub and continued to dry me, still ignoring my erect member. What’s going on? I thought excitedly. Kaley finished her work and grasped my wrist, gently pulling my naked form down the hall towards my room. My excitement grew as we got closer to the door. This HAD to be the present my wife had alluded to. I was naked, uncaged, and being led by the wrist back to my room by my wife’s beautiful best friend. I grinned wryly at the thought of the sex I was going to get to have, eager to prove that I was indeed a big boy. Kaley cracked the door and motioned for me to step through. I rushed forward eagerly, nearly tripping over myself in haste as I opened the door.

The room looked much like it had when I had left it to ask Mommy about my present. My changing table sat in one corner, its shelves filled with stacks and stacks of a variety of diapers—white ones, blue ones, ones with dinosaurs and spaceships, even some pink ones for when Mommy decided I wasn’t even man enough to be a little boy. The center of the room was covered with a dark blue rug ringed in black, the letters of the alphabet outlined in bright yellow along the dark edge. By my crib stood Mommy’s rocking chair, a soft cushioned seat next to which leaned the dreaded wooden paddle with the heart-shaped cutout. My bottom gave a twinge of the remembered sting as I finally noticed the difference. Behind the tall bars of my crib lay a gigantic teddy bear, a bright red bow wrapped around it. The stuffed animal was nearly three quarters of my size and lay on its back, beaded eyes staring blankly above to the dark ceiling painted with patterns of stars and moons that glowed in the dark.  More surprisingly, above the head of the teddy bear, atop the pillows at the head of my crib, was Mommy’s laptop. Its dark black screen offered no answers as I turned to Kaley.

I pointed to it and asked, “What’s that for?”

She giggled, “That’s your new teddy, of course, silly baby.”

I frowned as she deliberately misinterpreted my question but kept my mouth shut as she guided me to the changing table, dashing my dreams of adult fun. I hopped up to the table as Kaley perused the rows of diapers, finally settling on a thick pink diaper covered in images of hearts and unicorns. My heart sank as she unfolded it and maneuvered it under me. It looked like I wasn’t going to get to be a big boy after all, though I took some solace in the fact that I hadn’t been stuffed back into the cage.

“Are you ready for your present?” Kaley asked, beaming.

I propped myself up on my elbows as I shrugged, my enthusiasm dulled by a night of disappointment and frustration.

“Aww, you don’t seem very excited. Maybe I should just give your Mommy a call and let her know you don’t want it.”

The mention of Mommy rekindled my interest. The thought of disappointing her by rejecting her gift was too much to bear.

“No, please, Miss Kaley, please, I want it,” I begged, trying to sound cute.

“There we go! Okay, little one.” She reached down, and I held my breath in suspense. “Here it is,” she exclaimed as she held up a large silicone plug before me. It was at least twice as big as the buzzy toy Mommy used when she milked me and the end was a bright red bejeweled heart.

My throat dropped into my gut and I felt my hole tighten in fear. There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me!

Kaley kept that damn grin on her face as she began to lube it, squirting a generous amount into her soft hand and onto the toy. I begged and pleaded with her as she slipped a couple of fingers inside me, preparing the ground for the invasion to come. I closed my eyes and tried to remember that this was what Mommy wanted as she continued to stretch me, slipping a third finger in and causing me to gasp. She continued like that till she deemed I was suitably loose and began pressing the plug into my quivering hole. I made little squeaking noises and my cock twitched as she worked it into me, making soft encouraging noises and telling me how good I was and how my Mommy would be so proud. When the largest part passed my convulsing ring, I sighed in relief as my hole stretched to accommodate the intruder. My cock was limp now and leaked pathetically into my diaper as Kaley taped me up, trapping me with my new plug.

“Did you have fun with that?”

I shook my head a little and groaned at the full feeling in my tummy.

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Well, it sure looked like you enjoyed it, your little pee pee told me so. Oh well, even if you didn’t like it, that was just part two of your present.”

This night is full of surprises, I thought as I sat up, my new fresh diaper crinkling as only a fresh diaper could. I winced as the movement disturbed the present inside me and looked to Kaley for more information. “What else is there?” I asked. Mommy had never gotten me a second, let alone a third present for my birthday. I must have been extra good. Maybe it was those pictures I colored for her.

“Come on,” Kaley coaxed, motioning towards the crib.

I grimaced as I clumsily made my way to the crib, nearly stumbling several times as the plug, combined with the thick padding of the diaper, made it even more difficult to walk. I climbed inside and Kaley pulled the bars of the crib up, isolating me with teddy 2.0 and the mysterious black screen. I shifted in the crib, trying to find a comfortable position with so much new stuff, and realized I could attain a reasonable level of comfy if I straddled my new teddy.

Kaley pulled out her phone and typed something again, nodding and looking back to me. “Press the power button and put in the password. It’s HappyBirthday123.”

My chin rested on the crown of teddy’s head as I did as she said and waited for the screen to load. Kaley took a seat in Mommy’s rocking chair and placed her elbows on her knees, perching her chin atop her hands and watching me expectantly. I glanced at her suspiciously and gave a small start as the screen flickered to life. Mommy’s radiant visage filled the screen and I felt my heart flutter.

“Hmm, is this thing on? Can you see me, baby?” she asked through the screen.  

I nodded dumbly.

“Oh, good! How is your night with Auntie Kaley going? Were you a good boy?”

I glanced at Kaley and she blew me a little kiss. I blushed and said, “Everything’s fine. Kaley made me dinosaur mac and cheeses and changed me when I made a messy.”

Mommy smiled. “Aww, did you say thank you to Kaley for changing your stinky bottom?”

I looked away and uttered a hasty ‘thank you’ to Kaley so I could answer back truthfully. “Yes.”

My wife’s eyes twinkled knowingly as she gave a soft laugh at my silliness. “Do you want to see your present?”

I nodded eagerly and my dick stiffened with excitement.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded again and whined, my diaper crinkling with impatience.

“Okay… well, if that’s what my little boy wants.” Mommy stepped back from the screen and my heart fell straight to my crotch. She was dressed in dark purple lingerie that did little but outline her womanly gifts. Her dark lace bra pushed her breasts up for display and the fabric of her garter belt teased the eye with a strip of black running down the center of her glowing skin to the connecting fabric beneath. I breathed heavily hugged teddy tightly as I pushed desperately against the padding of the diaper. Mommy turned around and bent over to show me the back, spreading her legs slightly to reveal the delicious surprise of crotchless panties outlining her damp kitty. I began to grind against teddy, my cock sliding against the soft padding. Mommy’s hands slowly drifted up her legs and she grabbed one ass cheek in each hand, pressing against the flesh and turning to wink at me.

Suddenly, she gestured off camera and I sat up in shock. From the empty space surrounding her a man suddenly stepped into frame. He was completely nude and his masculinity was a rival to my wife’s erotic grace. He was easily twice as big as I was, in several ways, and his stance spoke of a calm confidence I had only dreamed of. I felt my bladder let go as I realized what was about to happen, powerless to stop it as much as I was powerless to stop the rapidly swelling padding.

“Happy birthday, baby! This is your new Daddy!” Mommy practically pranced into his arms and laid a graceful hand on his well-toned chest.

I shook my head in disbelief and looked to Kaley. She had her phone in hand and smiled as I looked over, her fingers giving me a little wave. “Happy birthday, cucky-boy,” she taunted.

I looked back to the screen to see the camera had changed positions. Whereas before I had only been able to see a corner of the room, the new angle displayed clean linens spread across a queen-sized bed in what looked like an expensive hotel. Atop that queen-sized bed lounged my queen, her legs spread and rubbing her breasts in anticipation as she waited for her king to take her. I looked on despairingly and wished I could trade places with him. I wasn’t her king. I was her padded little prince. She threw her head back, her hair falling enticingly around her as she bit her lip. She reached a hand up to gently tease her nipple and looked back towards the camera, mouthing, “I love you.”

My mouth worked silently to repeat it as I watched him join her on the bed. He roughly grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her towards him, locking her into a passionate kiss as she writhed against him. He reached a hand up to fondle her breast and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as he handled her. He gave her nipple a sharp squeeze and she pulled back in surprise. My eyes were riveted on the screen as I watched him push her down, tearing the bra from her shivering form and taking her breast into his mouth.

Kasey startled me as she interrupted my voyeurism by slipping a pacifier between my lips. “Thought you might be jealous,” she explained with a giggle and showed her phone, revealing the same live-stream playing on the laptop. At some point she had scooted the chair closer to my crib, probably eager to see my degradation up close.

“Man, I sure am jealous, though. Your Mommy gets to go out and fuck that big hunk and I’m stuck here babysitting her pathetic little cucky. Oh well, I’ll just have to find other ways to entertain myself.”

I squealed in surprise as the plug in me suddenly began to vibrate, the powerful rumble reverberating through my hot mess of my soaked diaper.  Kaley wore a cunning smile and lifted her other hand, revealing a dialed remote. She turned it and I shook harder as the plug’s intensity increased. Kaley licked her lips and lifted her skirt, revealing she had taken off her panties at some point, showing me the angry red of her swollen cunt as she set her phone down and began to rub her clit.

“Mmmm,” Kaley moaned as I looked back at the screen just in time to see Daddy roughly thrust into my wife. My wife arched her back in pleasure and ground into him, looking back at the camera.

“I, ugnh, bet you wish you could, mmmmh, be – ah!- inside me right now, ba-aaaaah- biee. I’m sorry bu-uhht,” she panted as he continued to piston into her pussy, “but I just can’t sle- ohhhh, -eep with you anymore.”

He grabbed her hips and lifted her from the bed to wrap her around him as he continued to ravage her body. Unconsciously, at some point I had resumed grinding into my diaper, the sound of the plug’s vibrations peaking and plummeting as I furiously humped away, trying to mimic the motions driving Mommy insensate.

Kasey leaned in and began whispering breathily through the bars of the crib, stoking the fires of my shame. “Look how big he is! I bet your Mommy never looked like that when you put that little tinker toy in her. Oh, look, see how she’s looking at him? Doesn’t that just make you jealous?”

I moaned and tears pooled in my eyes as I buried my head in teddy’s fur.

Kasey continued to berate me, her hand moving feverishly as she rubbed at her soaking snatch. “I bet that wet diaper feels a lot like her pussy right now. Hot, wet, hugging your little dicklette while you thrust into it. Not that you would know anymore, I suppose. How long has it been since your Mommy had sex with you? Three months? No, she would have called me afterwards to tell me how disappointed she was. Six months? Hmm, that sounds right but it’s not quite… oh right! It’s been TWO YEARS since you were last inside her.”

My body began to shudder and jerk as I felt myself getting closer. On screen, Daddy was still steadily pumping away, showing no sign of slowing down as Mommy screamed quietly into his neck. The vibrations in my plug suddenly peaked and I squealed loudly into my pacifier as I felt my cock spurt into the soaked padding. The muscles in my abdomen continued to churn and clench as my neglected balls emptied their load, the vibrator shaking every last drop from my quivering button.

Through the haze of my orgasm, I heard Kasey groan and saw that she had her legs up on the crib. She was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy while working her clit when I saw her begin to shudder and she jerked forward. Her legs slammed down from my crib and she pressed her legs together as she came hard, her eyes clenched tightly and her lips pressed together as she shook.

My eyes began to droop and I realized I was suddenly tired, exhausted by my monumental orgasm and the late hour. It’s only 40 minutes past my bedtime, I shouldn’t be this tired… The buzzing of the plug fell silent as I turned half-lidded eyes back to the screen. Mommy was on her back now, too lost in rapture to hold herself up as Daddy gripped her by the chin and forced her to look at him as he tore into her. I saw her delirious smile as she looked up at him, the camera completely forgotten. My eyes drooped and I laid against teddy, hugging him tightly as I began to drift. The last thing I heard before the gray haze overwhelmed me was Mommy’s stuttered screaming. “Oh my god you’re so bi-I – I – igggggg!”