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Besties 3.5: Meeting Ms. Lyndsey: Story

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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I couldn't stop myself from laughing when Heather whipped out her phone and was like; “Girl, you need to see the fun I have with my sissy girl." And poor Brandon just started begging like the biggest loser ever, using this super pathetic, sissy voice to try to convince Heather. "Pleeeease, Mommy! Don't do it! Please!" Ugh, it was so pathetic; his face was just full-on tears! I had to roll my eyes and try not to laugh in his sissy face as Heather and I exchanged a look of amusement and disgust.

"Oh, honey, Daddy definitely had a good time with Sissy Brandi, didn’t he?” Heather teased as we were dying laughing, and poor Brandi was sobbing still like a little baby. I didn’t feel bad for the little loser, though; I mean, he totally deserved it for being such a beta. "Come on, let's show Ms. Lyndsey how Daddy likes to play with his sissies! She wants to see it, Brandi! I promise she won’t laugh too much! So, stop being such a cry baby," she winked, shoving the penis pacifier back into Brandi’s mouth.

It was grainy; at first, I could only make out two dark figures on a bed. Then a light came on, and I could see Brandon all dressed up like some sort of frilly doll. He was dressed in an absolutely ridiculous pink ruffled dress with his hands cuffed together and his diaper around his ankles. Humiliating, but totally deserved for someone as pathetic as him. And then this video zooms in on his teeny-weeny little cock, all locked up in that cute pink chastity cage. I can't even. It's too good.

Connor, that stud that he is, was towering over that pathetic sissy, holding Brandon’s legs up in the air and spanking his bare ass! "I asked you a question, you little cucky bitch! Tell me who you belong to, you worthless loser!" Connor was yelling between spanks. Heather was standing behind the camera, laughing her ass off, while Connor continued to dish out the punishment. "You better answer him, Brandi,” she warned with a giggle. “Tell Daddy who owns your worthless ass."

Brandon finally managed to whimper out the words in his pathetic baby voice. "I… I belong to Mommy and to you, Daddy Connor! Please stop spanking me, pretty please!"

Connor laughed and swiftly undid his pants, taking the familiar pacifier pinned to Brandon's dress and jamming it between the sissy's quivering lips. "Uh-oh..." Heather laughed again, filled with bitchy amusement. "It looks like someone really managed to piss off Daddy."

Brandi squirmed, but Connor quickly flipped him onto his stomach, pulling him up to his knees by the sissy ponytail in his hair. Brandi whimpered behind his gag and tried like a helpless sissy to crawl away, but Connor just spanked his ass again. “Hold still for ‘Daddy’ Connor boomed, flipping Brandi onto his stomach. Firmly grasping the sissy's hair, Connor pulled Brandi up to his knees. “Just tease him with it, babe,” Heather laughed. “She’s so excited to be a good sissy slut for her Daddy!”

Heather kept directing; she was obviously really into this! “Really make her beg for it! That little slut LOVES being choked!" Connor grabbed ahold of Brandon's throat and commanded his hips to move back. "Look at that slut swaying her hips! Whooo!" Heather laughed at poor Brandon, whose eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down now. “Aww, what’s wrong, sissy? You don’t like it when Daddy works those sissy hips? Twerk for Daddy Brandi! Be a good girl,” Heather encouraged.

Heather entered the camera frame as she ran over to the simpering, suffering Brandi. She never stopped filming as she started to spank Brandon. "Come on, Brandi," she ordered, her camera zooming in on Brandon's face, "beg him. Beg him for it like a good girl." The sight of Brandon was absolutely ridiculous, with his smeared lipstick and raccoon eyes from the running mascara. His blubbering made him look like the pathetic little baby he was dressed as.

Heather was sounding totally wicked, and I couldn't get enough of it. I loved this new, bitchy side of her. She lectured her trapped boyfriend like a disappointed mother. "Stop being such a squirmy sissy," she scolded. "Daddy loves Mommy very much, and he'll do anything I ask." She was stroking Brandon’s cheeks like she was trying to soothe him! "I think it's important for you to understand why I chose a real man like Connor instead of a pathetic sissy like you. I really think Daddy Connor is doing both of us a favor." I couldn't believe what I was hearing as I looked up at Heather. "There's no way he's going to..." She just laughed. “I’m telling you, girl, I fucking own Brandi now! Watch, this is the good part!”

I watched as Heather very enthusiastically began stroking Connor’s cock, getting him ready. “Ask Daddy very politely to fuck your bum bum,” she leaned in, talking almost directly in Brandon’s ear; “and thank him afterward, of course!”

"P...p...p..." *sob*... "Oh my God, Connor, I'm so sorry, man, please..." Brandon broke down in another temper tantrum as he struggled to get the pacifier out of his mouth. But before he could say another word, Heather intervened and took control, slapping Brandon across the face and grabbing his chin. "YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO DADDY LIKE THAT!" She hit him again, this time with even more force. “NOW ASK HIM TO FUCK YOU and do it into the camera in your sweetest fucking sissy voice!” Heather composed herself and zoomed in, perfectly framing Brandon's face. “P…p…pwease Daddy, pwease fuck me so good!!” Brandon begged, as convincingly as possible, through tears.

Connor flashed a cocky grin and thrust into the sissy with a smug look of satisfaction. He started with just the tip of his cock, teasing Brandon before gradually inching it deeper and deeper. “Shhh,” Heather winked before shoving the pacifier gag back into Brandon's mouth roughly and securing it with a strap around his head. “Mmmmph…mppph!” Poor Brandi begged.

"Well, well, it looks like someone's a tight little slut.” Heather laughed before standing up and making a show of letting some spit drip down Brandon's ass. "Since you’re such a naughty little girl, that’s all the lube you get!” She playfully turned to Connor, giving him a sly wink. "Oh, honey, don't go easy on her just because it's her first time. Trust me, she's going to beg for more eventually.”

Just as Brandon was forced into an uncomfortable rhythm, Connor pulled and slapped him hard on the ass. “Faster bitch!” Brandon squealed as Connor pulled out and thrust deeper into him. Heather was loving every minute of it. “That’s it, baby! Make sure our lucky girl feels every inch!” I was almost jealous of Heather; Connor really looked like he knew what he was doing! Poor Brandon, though, wasn't quite prepared for what Connor could do! The smaller sissy was completely at the mercy of such an alpha, and Connor was definitely taking advantage of that. He was practically lifting Brandon up by the hips, slamming the powerless sissy back down. "Wow, he’s fucking him like a porn star!” I giggled as I watched.

I watched Heather take her seat on the bed, looking like a total boss bitch. She grabbed her sissy’s chin, her nails digging into his skin, and made him look at her. "Fuck, this is hot.” With a smug smirk, she cheered Connor on over Brandon’s pleas for mercy: "Treat her like a dirty slut baby! Look! Our sissy girl is loving feeling her Daddy fucking her!” She squeezed Brandon’s tear-stained face into a fake smile around the paci. “Show Sissy Brandi what a real man can do, make sure that pathetic loser knows why I chose a strong alpha like you."

Connor must have been into the dirty talk. "Fuck, I'm close," he moaned. Heather faked a gasp and grabbed a hold of Brandi’s ponytail. "Oooh, did you hear that, Sissy? I think Daddy needs a little more to work with, don't you?" I laughed out loud watching Heather start tickling Brandon! He was laughing so hard that he choked on his cock paci and she was tickling him so much that poor sissy's hips started to slam onto Connor’s cock!

"Good girl!" Heather cooed and giggled. "You don't want to be a dead fish, do you?" Connor grunted as he pushed Brandon further and further into the bed with each thrust. "Fuck…fuck, oh shit," Connor moaned. "Uh-oh, Daddy likes it when you move like that, huh?" Heather teased, sticking her tongue out at Brandon and digging her nails deeper into his sides and armpits. Connor was grunting louder and louder while Sissy Brandi struggled to remain silent as more tears streamed down his face.

"Aww, sissy!” Heather squealed. "You're just drooling at the thought of making Daddy Connor cum, aren't ya, sweetie? I know you just love taking all that real man jizz like the good little slut that you are, don’tcha?" Heather cooed. I was blown away as I watched Connor pull out of Brandon, leaving the poor sissy to collapse on the bed, looking like he had just run a marathon. The video paused. “That’s what 9 inches looks like girl,” Heather whispered with a laugh as she saw my shocked face expression. “He’s so good, I fucking love it! Watch though; it’s almost over.

I couldn't look away from the screen as Heather grabbed Brandon's hair, pulling him towards the edge of the bed. "Come on, Sissy, it's not over yet!" she purred while pulling Brandi down beside her to kneel in front of Connor. She eagerly tugged on Conner‘s cock; she was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Almost there, baby,” Connor grunted. With a smile, Heather stepped back and gestured for Brandon to take over. "Make Daddy cum like the good little submissive slut you are," she laughed, removing the sissy’s pacifier gag.

“Show him how you enjoyed him popping your sissy cherry! Sissy Brandi’s hand moved mechanically; he was exhausted and broken. Heather slapped him across the back of the head. "Do it with feeling, slut! Like those gross porn stars you used to watch until I locked your cock up! Give it a little sissy kiss too.”

Brandon hesitated as he lowered his head towards Connor's groin; he was totally grossed out by the thought of tasting his own ass. But before he could back out, Heather shoved his head all the way down to Connor's balls. “No, no, no sissy cum breath,” she chided him with a laugh. “Get down there!” Poor Brandon was drooling and gagging like a champ!

“Get a move on, Brandi!" Heather barked, yanking him by the hair and guiding him forcefully. "Work that shaft up and down; we ain't got all day, princess!" She let go of his hair, but not before giving him a slap on the back of the head. "Now, be a good little Daddy's girl and finish the job!"

I loved watching Brandon be so thoroughly humiliated, but I think Heather was living for it. I watched as she gripped the back of Brandon's neck and forced him to stay in place, his face just inches away from Connor's massive cock. "Don't just stand there, sissy," Heather sneered. "Beg for it, beg for Daddy’s cum on your face!

“P…please cum on my face…d…daddy…” Brandon pathetically begged, giving up his dignity. And with a triumphant sigh, Connor granted his wish, dumping his load on Brandon's face. “Good sissy slut,” Connor laughed, pushing Brandon over. “We do own you now.”

Heather couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction as she put her phone aside. It was clear that Brandon had been completely dominated and humiliated by his ex-girlfriend. Conner had reduced him to nothing more than a submissive little sissy bitch. Heather turned to me with a smug grin, waiting for my response. "Well, I think it's safe to say that Brandon is no longer the biggest bully in town." I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. "He’s definitely been brought down a peg or two.” I laughed.

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diaperedloverob · 2 days ago

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ABDL Word Search

This little game is meant as a more or less challenging pasttime for any ABDLs who need to spend some time in their full diapers before having them changed.

If you do it right, you might earn your diaper change even sooner than expected :-)

Once you learn the secret phrase, you will instantly know what I mean by that...

Please do not spoil the fun by posting the solution!

If you want to confirm whether or not you have solved it, send me a message and I will tell you if your solution is correct.

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The Truth About Girls

By reading this, you certify that you are at least 18 years old and consent to viewing adult-themed material. All characters depicted within the contents of this post are adults aged 18 years and older. _

Girls belong in diapers. "Women" are just little girls playing pretend. Don't deny what you know to be true. You're all just as fussy and needy as the little kiddos you really are. You can admit it. Being a big girl is just so hard sometimes, isn't it, little one? It's so hard keeping your pants dry, going to work, taking care of yourself. You wish you had a big, strong Daddy to take care of all your silly little needs.

You don't want to have big, scary adult thoughts anymore. You can't help that you're always bursting to pee and dashing to the potty to make it on time. It's not your fault you have a tiny baby bladder. That's just the way girls are. It's not a big deal that you wet yourself when you sneeze or let out little leaks here and there, right? Except it is your fault, silly girl. You keep pretending you're an adult when we both know that couldn't be further from the truth.

You're getting all tingly right now just thinking about it. You like having the truth thrown in your face, having your immaturity pointed out to you. You like knowing that men view you this way, as no more than a petulant, whiny little girl who pouts when she doesn't get her way. Because that's exactly how you act, isn't it? I'm right on the money, and your cheeks are burning bright red because you know I'm right.

You're on the verge of throwing a fit, just like you always do. Because you just don't know how to handle your emotions, do you? Big girl feelings are just too hard. You'd rather have a pacifier to suck on than have to use your words like an actual adult. And despite how embarrassing it is, your princess parts are getting so wet while you read this because you just love being talked down to like the precious little thing you are.

You can't help it. This is where you belong. This is how you were meant to be. Women are just little girls with big attitudes. And little girls are no more than babies who can't control their baby bladders and need to be kept in thick diapers like the good little kiddos they so desperately want to be. You know this is what's best for you, so don't fight it. Daddy would just overpower you anyway.

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diaperedloverob · 2 days ago

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🌈 🌈 Sending joyful exuberance your way today and all of the days where love is celebrated.

My love for @hbananer expands my heart and fills me in a way I’ve never known before. As she and I celebrate Pride this year, I am overcome with a sense of peace, gratitude, and glee. She sees me in all of my bisexual beauty. She loves me with a fierceness that sinks to my bones. She celebrates my hunger for continual exploration of myself and my sexuality. And I am in awe of her beautiful sense of self, her empathy, her eagerness to help others, and her ability to love with vulnerability.

I love you my gorgeous, smart, sexy, silly, loving partner! 🩵 … and all the chicken butts.

And happy Pride to all those in the LGBTQIA+ Community!! You are loved. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍

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I guess this is for you submissive baby sissy. 🌹👙. I really want you to sit on it. So you can cum hard on your diaper 🐻🧸 baby sissy 🐻🌹. Inbox mommy �� if this post is talking to you little one 🍼🐻

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Birthday Part - Part 2

Sarah’s Auntie, Helen, soothed her crying daughter and helped her out of her wet pull-up and into a fresh one. She was still furious at how cruel Sarah had been to Penny, but if all went according to plan then her three-year-old daughter was going to look positively mature compared to the little brat.

Helen was buzzing with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to go and see what Sarah looked like now. She knew how effective the hypnotist was – and this was exactly why she’d hired him. She’d been planning this with Sarah’s mother for quite some time. She’d given Sarah a final chance, just to be fair, but even she hadn’t expected the girl to be quite so rude. As far as Helen was concerned, her niece was getting exactly what she deserved.

As soon as Penny was in a dry pull-up, Helen took her by the hand and walked eagerly over to the back bedroom. There was a faint voice coming from within, followed by a high-pitched girlish giggle. Helen opened the door, and there she was... She smiled broadly sight of her bratty niece. The girl had been stripped of her crop top and jeans, and in their place was nothing but a glittering pair of fairy wings and a thick, white, disposable diaper bulging between her legs. Her bare breasts were out, and they wobbled on her chest as Sarah turned to face her with a dim, vacant grin on her face.

Helen couldn’t help but let out a cackle at the sight of her. “Hi sweetie!” she cooed tauntingly. “You’re looking very cute!”

“I’ve just finished telling little Sarah here all about how she loves being silly,” said the hypnotist. “Haven’t I, sweetie?” he asked the infantilized young woman standing next to him. “That nasty big girl is locked up inside your pretty little head. You’re just silly Sarah now, aren’t you?”

Sarah giggled again, nodding. “Siwwy Sawah,” she echoed.

“So she’s still conscious inside?” Helen asked the hypnotist while Sarah looked at them uncomprehendingly. Like Penny, who was still holding onto her mother’s hand, she looked as though she had no idea what the grown-ups were talking about.

“Oh yes,” said the hypnotist, smiling darkly. “The adult Sarah is still in there. She just can’t control her body at the moment.”

“Good,” said Helen in a satisfied tone. “I want it to be a punishment for her.” She looked into Sarah’s eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she thought she could see a hint of fury and horror behind them. She smirked. “Come on then, sweetie! Let’s get you and the birthday girl back to the party, shall we? We’ve got all sorts of fun things to do!” She turned to the hypnotist. “And nobody will see anything wrong with it?”

“Nothing at all,” he said. “I sorted that out when I did the mass session earlier. They’ll know she’s supposed to be a grown woman, but they’ll just accept in their heads that she’s nothing but an overgrown baby. They won’t think twice about her cute little boobies bouncing all over the place.”

“Mummyyy!” Penny whined. “Wanna go back to the party!”

“Okay, princess,” Helen crooned. “We’ll go back right now!”

Helen took Sarah by the hand and led the two girls back into the kitchen, with the hypnotist following behind, his eyes on Sarah’s padded bottom. To him, there was nothing better than taking pretty young women with attitudes and transforming them into overgrown toddlers…

Sarah was angry and terrified, but she had no way to show it. All she could do was rage and scream inside her head while her body smiled stupidly and toddled along beside her Auntie, her bulky nappy crinkling loudly with every unsteady step she took. What was going on?! Surely hypnosis wasn’t powerful enough to force her to act like a giant two-year-old?! They entered the kitchen, and immediately all the adults were swarming around them, cooing at her and Penny. She could see people chuckling at the sight of her bare tits, and some even reached out to tickle her tummy, making her giggle and squirm as if she was enjoying the attention.

“Time for some music!” her Auntie announced, and she started playing some embarrassingly babyish nursery rhymes on speaker. The brats were all dancing, and that’s when Sarah felt it, a sudden restlessness in her arms and legs. Without warning, her body broke into dance as well, and it wasn’t the kind of dancing she usually did at the club. There was nothing sexy or seductive about the way she was moving now. Sarah stomped her feet and waved her arms and shook her Pampered bottom to the silly baby music, giggling and squealing happily while all the adults watched and laughed. Even with her bare boobs out, the way they jiggled and bounced about on her chest just made her look ridiculous rather than sexy.

Inside her head, Sarah was seething. She’d never been more humiliated in her whole life! And then something even worse happened. Quite suddenly, she started wetting herself. There was no warning, no chance of holding it in. One moment she was prancing about in a dry diaper, and the next she was pissing. Her body didn’t seem to mind – she kept dancing and grinning like a moron, but internally she was cringing in shame as she flooded her nappy with wee-wee, and her baby-pants became droopier and droopier. Her warm pee sloshed about in her pants, and Sarah felt like she wanted to be sick. Other people had noticed her way her diaper was sagging, and the way it had become discoloured with her pee, and they pointed and chuckled openly. Her Auntie stepped forward and slipped her fingers down the front of her nappy without so much as a warning, but she only laughed once she’d felt the wetness there, and let Sarah go back to her absurd baby dancing.

The afternoon didn’t get any better. Sarah had to play pass the parcel and pin the tail on the donkey, all with a soaking wet diaper squishing horribly beneath her bottom. She’d promised herself she’d leave straight away if anyone asked her to go near a used nappy, but she’d never imagined she might have her own soggy diaper to deal with. She wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. She wanted to beat her Auntie and the hypnotist to a bloody pulp.

“Alright girls,” Sarah heard her Auntie say, once they’d finished yet another childish party game. “Who’s ready for cake?”

Sarah started jumping up and down in excitement just like the others, even as her stomach turned at the thought of the rich, calorie-heavy chocolate cake. They couldn’t do this to her! But there was nothing she could do but allow herself to be led over to the enormous chocolate cake. The other children (not the other children, she told herself firmly – she wasn’t a child) were all served their cake on cardboard plates first, leaving her bouncing on her feet, making her soaking wet nappy swing pendulously between her legs.

Grinning, her Auntie tied a pink bib around her neck and handed her a slice of cake. Sarah tried desperately to control her body, but she couldn’t stop herself reaching out and grabbing the piece of cake with her fingers and cramming it messily into her mouth. Soon there was chocolate all over her hands and face. She felt disgusting. She hated being messy!

Her Auntie smiled sadistically at her while she stuffed her face, and reached out to poke her in the tummy. “At this rate you might end up with a little bit of baby fat on your body!” she teased, her eyes glittering maliciously. “Wouldn’t that be adorable?” Sarah felt her stomach drop at the thought.

Once she was done, Helen cleaned her up – or at least, she cleaned up her hands. Although she wiped away some of the cake from around Sarah’s mouth, she made sure to leave her lips and chin smeared with chocolate.

At that moment, Sarah heard her tummy rumble.

Her Auntie tittered. “You can’t still be hungry!” she said. “Unless…” She smiled again, a dark and slightly eager smile. “Does little Sarah have to do a whoopsie?” she cooed delightedly.

Sarah just looked at her blankly, but she wasn’t sure she would have been able to speak even if she had been in control of her body. She felt frozen. No… Surely she didn’t mean...?

There was a cramping in her tummy, and Sarah clutched her belly. NO!

Helen leaned in close to Sarah’s face, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Is the poopy express about to make a stop in your pants, Sarah?” she asked.

Shrieking inside her mind, Sarah bent her knees and stuck her diapered bottom out behind her. Then, with a loud grunt, the twenty-one-year-old started filling her nappy with a big, yucky mess. Her diaper bulged about behind her and sagged even more heavily between her legs, until it was halfway down to her knees. Her pretty face was screwed up with the effort of dirtying her pants. She knew she must look utterly absurd, a grown woman dressed in only fairy wings and a nappy, packing her Pampers like an oversized two-year-old.

She prayed desperately that this was all some sort of horrible nightmare, that she might wake up any second. But when she was done pooping her pants, she looked up into the smiling face of her Auntie and said, “Me made poo-poo!”

“You certainly did!” her Auntie laughed, taking her by the hand and leading niece through the crowd, into the living room. “Choo-choo!” she called happily. “Make way for the poopy express! Little stinker coming through!”

Sarah just stomped along happily, as if she didn’t care one bit that all these people were seeing were waddling along in a clearly loaded diaper. Everyone was laughing at her. Then she saw where her Auntie was taking her, and she felt as though a bucket of icy water had been dumped over her. There, in the middle of the living room floor, the hypnotist had just finished laying out a large, plastic changing mat.

Helen lowered her down onto it gently, and Sarah wrinkled her nose in revulsion as her bottom squished against the filthy mess in her pants. Then her Auntie leaned in close so nobody else could hear and said, “I hope you’re enjoying yourself, Sarah, because the hypnotist’s work isn’t just going to wear off. It has to be removed, otherwise you’ll just be stuck like this. And your mother and I have talked it over, and we think it would be best if you had a second try at babyhood. Maybe it will teach you to treat others with a little more concern. So get used to the feeling of a soggy, stinky nappy, Sarah. You’re not going back to normal for a very, very long time.”

Sarah’s lip trembled. It seemed that her hypnotised body had no intention of stopping her from crying.

“Oh Penny, princess!” Helen called, flashing a nasty look at Sarah before turning around. “Can you help me change your little cousin’s nappy? Just think of her as a great big dolly!”

Sarah saw Penny toddling over to her eagerly, ready to do what Sarah herself had been so disgusted by only a couple of hours earlier. As her legs were lifted into the air, and her Auntie got to work cleaning her up, Sarah thought about what her future would involve. She thought about all the messy mealtimes and baby dances and stinky diapers she would have to endure. Then she started wailing at the top of her lungs.

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Dada, That’s No Fair! (AB/DL Story by CradleQuill)

Marie and her Daddy were getting ready to go to their local state fair, but before they could go, they had to get ready for the day. For Daddy, getting ready was easy. He took a shower, pulled out some fresh clothes, put on his deodorant and cologne, and got all dressed and ready for the day. But for little Marie, getting ready was a bit more challenging.

The first challenge she faced was waking up in a thoroughly soaked diaper. That wasn't unusual for her. She woke up in a full diaper every morning. That was what it meant to be a little baby bedwetter, after all. But still, it was the first thing she felt when she opened her eyes, and right off the bat, it made her fussy.

She had whined for her Dada, who was asleep next to her in bed. He stirred awake and checked on her. "What is it, my love?" His voice was scratchy, an octave lower than usual.

"I need changies," little Marie said. Even her vocabulary matched the childish state of her underwear.

So Dada went about the usual business of changing her diaper. He moved her over toward the center of the bed and untapped her diaper. Then, he grabbed the baby wipes adorned in their Pamper's logo, and Marie whined at the sight of it.

"Hush, little one," Daddy said.

He took several wipes and ran them along her body, careful to clean every inch of her exposed body. He cleaned her thighs, her hips, her crotch, and even her butt, since she never did a good enough job cleaning it on her own. She was extra blushie at that part, but Daddy knew how to handle his little girl and pressed on, letting Marie get her little whines out when she needed to.

Next up, Daddy unfolded a fresh diaper and lifted Marie's butt onto it. He picked out one he knew would be thick enough to last the whole day, but still discreet enough to hide beneath her clothes. She fussed upon seeing the childish pattern, filled with little bear characters, but Daddy knew she loved her diapers, so he paid her no mind.

He grabbed the nearby powder and sprinkled it on her, using it liberally to make sure he covered every inch of her. He didn't want her getting any rashes, after all.

"Dada! That's too much!" she protested. But Dada knew better.

"Now now, little one. Don't you want to be a good little powdered doughnut for Dada?"

He tickled her tummy and she blushed bright pink. Her hands shot up to her face as she covered it in embarrassment. "Dada... don't say that..." Her voice went quiet, like a meek little mouse.

"There's my blushie baby." Dada cooed at her as he wrapped up her diaper change.

He took his hands and rubbed the powder into her skin, making it nice and smooth. He caressed her body, massaging her as he went, and she couldn't help but let out little moans as he rounded her curves. After that, he took the front of the diaper and pulled it up between her legs, gently fixing it into place before taping it up nice and snug for his little mover.

Then it was time for them to pick out clothes. Little Marie liked having a say in what she wore, but not too much of a say. She wanted her Dada to pick her clothes out for her like a toddler and play dress up with her like a baby doll. That's all she wanted, to be his little baby doll.

So together, they picked out a cute striped shirt and some floral overalls that would conceal her diaper well. Marie looked at herself in the standing mirror and blushed even more, realizing how childish she looked.

"Dada! I can't go out like this! It's too blushie!"

"Nuh uh kiddo, I don't want to hear it. It's hot out, and you need something that'll keep you cool and support your diaper. You were too embarrassed to wear a dress when you're going on rides, and this will keep you nice and safe and won't blow up in the wind. Now, be a good girl for Daddy and turn around."

With a humph, Marie did as she was told. She gave Dada little spin and stuck her butt out for him to inspect. She knew he was right. Dada was always right. And being his little girl is where she felt most at peace. She didn't want to make decisions or have to worry about how childish she looked. She just wanted to go play fair games and ride the most babyish rides, since she was too scared for the big kid ones.

With a nod of approval from her Daddy, Marie let all her worries disappear from her mind. She gave him a great big smile and took his hand, ready to go be his little flower baby. Daddy led her out of the room, guiding her by the hand just like he always did, and took her out of the room and on yet another one of their daily adventures.

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The Ex, Pt. 2 (Story)

Brandi's muffled pleas was cut short as Conner walked across the room; “what a fucking loser”, he said with a sigh. Poor Brandi knew exactly what was going to happen and all she could do was fight helplessly against us. I hoped it was even more humiliating for her with Rachael watching! Without another word, Conner ripped the pacifier out of Brandi's mouth, causing her to whimper and struggle even harder. "Shhh, it's okay, princess,” I whispered, “Daddy's just gonna teach you some manners…”

Conner was such a stud, always ready to show off and put my little princess Brandi in her place. He didn’t even say anything, just pulled his pants off, right there in front of Rachel and me. I could Rachel's eyes light up a little as she took in the sight of Conner’s dick. "Wow, Heather," she giggled, "you weren't kidding. He is packing some serious heat!"

I shrugged and smiled, still watching Conner; "Now, imagine going from that huge, throbbing cock back to the pathetic little nub hidden away in that pink cage," I laughed, gesturing at the locked chastity device that kept my sissy's tiny clitty locked away. I just had to laugh as I watched Brandi's eyes instantly water as Daddy Conner stood over her. My poor princess knew her throat was about to get stretched. "Aww, poor widdle baby doesn't want Daddy's cock, huh? Too bad, 'cause, just like this fresh diaper, you're getting it whether you like it or not!"

Poor Brandi, still pinned down on the couch, squirmed and tried to protest as Conner grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her pacifier out, and forced his thick cock past her lips. "Shut your mouth and take it, bitch," he growled. "You're here to do what I want, so suck like a good little slut."

As Conner thrust his hips, forcing Brandi's mouth open to take more of his cock, laughed at Rachael, who was shocked at the sight of her once-macho boyfriend turned into my sissy plaything. "Aww, look at my widdle baby Brandi! She's already tearing up like a little girlie!” I gushed; “what’s wrong sweets? Don’t you love Daddy’s dick?”

Rachel was stuck, just staring! She looked like she was somewhere between turned on, grossed out, and almost interested. "Damn, she can really suck, can't she?” Rach asked after a long minute of silence, “I mean seriously, just look at her go!" she exclaimed, a little smile spreading across her face. "It really looks like she’s done this once or two before, huh?"

I giggled, feeling a little excitement as I positioned the fresh diaper under Brandi's wriggling body. "That's right, Rach! And let's not forget that this loser technically cheated on both of us. I don’t think you two were even broken up before I got a text from this asshole! She deserves every bit of humiliation we can dish out, don't you think?" I asked, leaning in whispering to her. “Not like anyone else would have to know…unless you wanted to tell them.”

"Absolutely!" Rachel nodded with a sudden enthusiasm for humiliating the little sissy loser. "Let's make sure this diaper is nice and snug, Heather. Poor girlie needs someone to take care of her, right?” Perfect answer. As I pulled the diaper up between Brandi's legs, taking my time to ensure a perfect fit, just to drag out the humiliation, Rachel pinned Brandi's legs down, ensuring my sissy princess couldn't squirm away. "That's it, Brandi," Rachel cooed, her voice absolutely filled with fake sweetness. "Take Daddy's cock like a good little girl. Mmm, I'll bet it tastes so good, huh?" Rachel laughed as she suddenly leaned down and pinched Brandi's nose shut. "Let's make sure you can breathe through that mouth of yours, Brandi," she teased. "After all, we want you to take all of Daddy's cock, don't we, Heather?" Wow, maybe this girl was a little more into it than I thought!

Brandi's muffled squeals only pushed us both further. Rachel giggled, releasing Brandi's nose only to massage her throat, forcing her to gag on Conner's thick shaft. "Aww, did that hurt your widdle throat, princess? Too bad! You need to learn to take it like a big girl if you ever want to get out of pampers!” Rachel was quick to fully join in, which was fun! She grabbed Brandi by the throat, forcing the poor dear up, to take even more of Conner's cock. "That's it, Brandi, deepthroat that dick! Show us what a good little cock-sucking slut you can be!"

Conner's breathing started to quicken as he was getting close, and I could see the panic in Brandi's eyes as she realized what was about to happen. "Oh no, my widdle sissy looks scared!" I teased. "Don't worry, princess, it's just Daddy's cum. We all know you love it!"

"Mmm, I'll bet she does," Rachel giggled. "After all, she needs all the protein she can get to grow up to be a big girl, right, Heather?"

I laughed in agreement, getting turned on as Conner started to almost growl. "That's it, Conner, fill her mouth up! Brandi's such a greedy little cum slut, aren't you, princess?"

As Conner jammed his cock as far down Brandi's throat as he could, I watched his balls tighten on the poor sissy’s face. Fuck this was so hot, I could see the tears streaming down Brandi’s cheeks. "Swallow, you fucking loser," Conner demanded, his voice hoarse. "Take every drop, little girl. That's it, swallow it all and lick Daddy’s cock clean." I encouraged in her ear.

"Mmm, yes, Brandi," I could hear Rachel whispering in her other ear, stroking her diapered leg. "Swallow Daddy's delicious cum. It's your favorite treat, isn't it? You know Mommy and Daddy want you to enjoy every drop."

Brandi's eyes begged me silently, cum almost spilling out of her nose now, but I just laughed, enjoying her helplessness. "Don't worry, princess, there's more where that came from. Conner's always ready to give you a mouthful, aren't you, babe?"

Conner, flashed me sexy smirk, clearly very proud of himself after abusing my baby bitch. His hard cock was glistening with a either sissy saliva or Brandi's sad little tears, it was hard to tell at this point. "Yeah, sure, babe," he shrugged, “as long as I get to hit that tight pussy of yours later. Rachael and I burst into giggles. Conner would torment Brandi however I wanted if it meant he got to fuck me. Men, I swear. We watched Brandi gasp for breath, her eyes all wild and freaked out. The poor loser was probably seeing stars after Daddy Conner taught her some manners!

"Get lost, freak," Conner demanded, giving Brandi's face a hard smack with his cock before pulling up his pants, over it now though. “This weird shit is your thing, babe, not mine, I’m taking a shower." Rachael and I exchanged a totally wicked glance watching Conner walk away.

It seemed like my bestie and I had rekindled our friendship after some playtime with my new toy. "I think this little princess here needs a time-out, don't you, Heather?" she giggled, staring at Brandi's hot mess of a face, covered in cum and tears. "I should probably head back to my own man at home, but this was, like, so much fun! Heather, if you ever need a break from this loser, hit me up, I could babysit! Brandi and I have, like, so much catching up to do, don't we, princess?" she teased, her voice fake sweet as she stared directly into Brandi's tear-filled eyes. "After all, I'm sure she'd just looove to meet Jamal. We started dating right after this dick broke up with me, remember?" she added with an evil smile.

It was fun seeing Rachel again, and you know, it's always a blast to socialize your sissy and show ‘em off to the important people in their lives!

The end…for now.

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