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Forever a Diapered Cuck

"Good morning baby, did you sleep well? Looking at those pampers, somebody must have slept like a baby! I'm sorry if Ryan and I were loud last night, we tried to keep it down, but it was really hard for me...😵‍💫"

A flare of jealously bloomed inside your stomach, looking at your fiance standing there in her lilac swimwear made you curl your toes as warmth bloomed in your diaper.

Noticing your reaction, she began to laugh, covering her mouth. "Aww, I know you don't like mommy starting to sleep with other men. It's so sweet that you don't want to be a little cuck, but look at you! Are you not still wearing pampers because you can stop wetting the bed? Do you not still wear pullups during the day because you can't go a day without pissing your pants? And you can't even touch me without busting straight away... Is it any wonder that you need to be put into diapers, and that I need to satisfy MY needs with someone else... And that means being bred by a REAL man."

You shifted in your diaper miserably, the memory of your girlfriend's moans last night as she was being bred by Ryan in the room next door, and the feeling of your sticky mess spurting out of you just from hearing her pleasure, was burned into your memor, and soaked into your night-time protection. You wish it could have been you, but she was right.

"Is someone feeling hungry?" She giggled, sitting down on the edge of your bed, unhitching her bra. You wanted to complain, to beg her to stop sleeping with other men, that she was yours, but as her nipple found its way into your mouth and her hand began to softly pat the front of your damp nappy you closed your eyes and remembered your place in her life.

"Admit it... You like it when I bring home other guys," she smirked, looking down at you as her milk began to slowly flow into your mouth. "I had you pinned as a cuck from the moment we started dating. You were able to hold your bladder pretty well back then, but after a few months with me, well, let's just say we're lucky that they still make pampers in your size, right?"

You nodded pathetically as her hand began to softly rub the rough fabric of your diaper.

"You don't mind if Ryan spends the day here today?"

You shook your head, your legs kicking as you were brought to the edge of bliss. You pulled your mouth from her soft breast, "Please keep getting fucked by other men, mommy," you blurted out, overcome with waves of pleasure emanating from the thick padding encasing your small member.

Pleased with your admission, she began to rub quicker, causing you to gasp, and bust in your pampers, jolting your legs forcefully in your ecstasy.

Your girlfriend sighed, satisfied, standing up over you on the bed. "Now it's my turn," she smiled sweetly, obviously in heat from watching your pathetic display and diapered pre-ejaculation. You became excited at the prospect of being able to show her your appreciation, it was finally time to have a chance to show her you were more than just her diapered cuck.

Can’t think straight?

Maybe it’s because you can’t stop thinking about diapers!

Being diapered, wearing diapers, touching diapers, even just looking at diapers.

You are brainfucked by diapers.

Every thought goes back to diapers. How is this possible?

You are a grown adult!

What kind of grown adult can only think about diapers?

Maybe you aren’t as big as you thought you were!

It’s ok, diaper lover. Being diaperbrained is a common symptom of little-hood.

Let’s take you back there. Shall we

Image credit Adult Diaper

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 already knew the answer would still be a "No." But, I often get these urges and forget my place. I remember that we were once lovers, and for a split second my request seems totally reasonable.

Boys are messy creatures. From their sticky fingers to their questionable aim in the bathroom, boys have never been good at keeping things clean. A diaper just simplifies the whole process—no more "oops, I missed" or "it was just an accident!"

Moms and girlfriends are already cleaning up after them. Ever noticed how boys conveniently “forget” how to do laundry, dishes, or pick up their own socks? They already expect someone else to handle their messes—diapers just make it official!

They think farting is funny. So let’s see how they like a full diaper. Boys love to giggle about their own gas, but let’s see how funny it is when there’s more than just air in their diaper. Oh, what's that? Suddenly it's "not so funny"? Thought so!

They have the attention span of a goldfish. Oh, look! A ball! A car! A flashing light! Boys get so distracted by the simplest things—who has time to actually remember to use the potty when there are way more important things to focus on? Best to keep them safely diapered so they don’t make a mess when they inevitably forget.

They have NO shame. Boys will scratch, burp, and do all sorts of gross things in public without a second thought. If they have no problem acting like babies in front of everyone, why not dress them like one too?

They never know when to stop playing. Boys will run around, roughhouse, and completely ignore their obvious potty signals until—oopsie! Too late! Rather than trusting them with big boy underwear (as if!), it’s just safer to keep them padded so they can go whenever they inevitably lose track of time.

They’re so lazy. Let’s be honest, even if a boy could make it to the potty, would he really want to? Getting up, stopping what he's doing, actually aiming—so much effort! It's just easier to let him go in his diaper like the helpless little thing he is.

They still act like babies, so they might as well wear what babies wear. Boys whine when they don’t get their way, throw tantrums over the smallest things, and sulk when they lose. If they’re going to act like fussy little toddlers, they should be dressed like one too—diapers included!

They hate being told what to do. Which makes it even more fun! The best part? They’ll huff and puff, but there’s nothing they can do about it. They can squirm all they want—at the end of the day, they’ll still be right where they belong: safely diapered.

Deep down, they know they belong in diapers. At the end of the day, all their silly protests and puffed-up bravado don’t change the truth—boys just aren’t meant for potty training. They’re much better off being padded, protected, and properly taken care of. And while that will never change, their diapers certainly will—again and again and again

POV: You got home from work and your mommy decided those clothes were just a little too grown up for you…