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Sissy Baby Dave (Daveaby) is Getting Cucked

Just dreaming of this being me . . .

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Mistress Mommy and diaper cuck at the park:

Aww what a cute wittle baby. Did you have a nice walk with Mommy in the park? And you made a biig stinky - phew, you were soo cute when you lost control and had to squat down like a baby.

Now lets get my little stinker cleaned up - Mommy's girlfriends are coming over for dinner and you need to have your nap before. Aww it's gonna be soo much fun tonight! If you behave, Mommy might let you stay up late and sleep together with her in the grown up bed. Aww that perked baby up - just be cute and behave, then Mommy will make sure you have lots of fun... Don't say that Mommy isn't good to her fat little wimp! HAHAHAHA

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Kiss From a Rose

“I think it’s sooo cute that you give a rose to every caregiver that changes your poopy diaper. It really is thoughtful.”

She sniffs the rose, exhaling loudly.

“Makes your smelly diaper much easier to handle. Plus, I think it’s good you have some connection to your old life. A reminder of who you used to be.”

You frown, hating every minute of being forced to put up with these comments. “Just change me, please,” you mutter with as much dignity as you can muster.

“Careful, sweetie,” she laughs, patting your diaper, “You ought to behave the way people of your station in life are expected to act. Sweet and docile. You obey—not demand.”

“I don’t have to put up with this,” you bluff.

More laughing. “It must be so difficult for you, poor guy. You’re haunted by your past, the ghost of the man you used to be.”

“I’m still the same man I was. This is temporary bullshit.”

“Yet, here you are. Begging me to change your poopy diaper. Obedient. Docile. Compliant.”

Anger flushes your face. She smiles at the mutinous frown on your face.

“It’s just…I,” you start, hesitating before she interrupts.

“Honey, I don’t care about your justifications. I’m not interested in what you tell yourself while your diapers get changed. All I know is that you used to be a confident, self-assured, and charming man. Now look at you.”

You try to get up. “I’m done with this.”

She merely giggles. Flashing a smile that doesn’t hide the menace in her eyes.

“No, you’re not. Lay down,” she hisses, “You’re done when this tush is clean and in a fresh diaper. But go ahead. See what your silly rebellion gets you.”

The icy tone of her voice sent shivers down your spine. You freeze, mulling it over before meekly laying back down, defeated.

“Good boy. That’s what I thought,” she coos, her voice warm and playful, “Let the past go. Forget the man you used to be. Embrace your second babyhood. Enjoy your place on the changing table.”

You hate the sickly-sweet tone almost as much as the threats that preceded it.

“I’m not a baby! Once I figure out my problems and get out of diapers, I’ll go back to being Sarah’s husband. You’ll see.”

More giggles. Horrible, painful giggles.

“Sweetie, you’ll never come back from this. Your life before diapers was a sham—a mask you wore. This right here,” she says, crinkling your diaper, “The messy diapers, the submission, the lack of autonomy is who you really are.”

She rips open your tabs before you can respond.

“Face it,” she continues, “You belong in diapers. Even if, by some miracle, you get out of diapers, it’ll be too late. Sarah—and all the other women who’ve babysat you—will never see you as anything more than this. A whimpering boy in a poopy diaper on the changing table.”

Your diaper is pulled back, exposing your shame. She grabs the rose and smells it again as the smell of your mess wafts stronger than ever. Cold wipes begin to clean your diaper area.

“I pity you. I really do. You’re so helpless now. People say it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. But I don’t think that’s true for adulthood.”

She finishes wiping and rolls up your messy diaper. She plops it next to your head, landing with a pitiful, soul-crushing squelch.

“Is it better to have been an adult—a desirable, independent man—only to have it stripped away? Poof gone? Or would it have been better—more merciful—to have never seen sexual desire in a woman’s eyes?”

She grabs a new diaper.

“To have never known anything more than the maternal instinct of a woman caring for you. Protecting you. Changing you. Never treating you any different than the helpless, needy, broken boy you became?”

The sound of her fluffing your diaper fills the room. An infantile, pathetic sound that seems to prove her point.

“But what do I know? I’m no philosopher. Just a babysitter changing a baby’s poopy diaper. And don’t you worry your little head on it, either.”

The smell of baby powder hammers her point home. This is all you are to women now. All you’ll ever be.

She pulls up your diaper, carefully taping it into place.

“There, all clean!” she says, checking her watch, “Just in time for ni-ni! Oh, and my boyfriend will be over any minute, so I don’t want to see your diapered butt waddling out of your nursery. Got it?”

You just nod.

“Good boy. OH!” she squeals excitedly, “Maybe I can stream your baby monitor to the TV while we fool around! Damn, that would be hot!”

She giggles as she tucks you in, adjusting the baby monitor. Your shirt fails miserably at covering your diaper.

You wonder whether you should cover your face or diaper as the lights go out.

“Goodnight, baby.”

You wonder if it even matters.

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This is OUTSTANDING!

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Good boys who make their diapers super soaky deserve lots of rubs, right?

📸 @thediaperedhylian

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Part 2 of the list of my celebrity crushes and what I want them to do to me😩:

Milly Alcock

I want her to rub my diaper while she laughs and humiliates me, once I cum (in like 5 secs because she is hot) she will force me into a pink tutu and take pictures of me to show her friends she will then dress herself as Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and force me into a pink princess dress, then she will peg me with her strap on and tell me that I’m not a man and I’m just a little dainty princess!

Sophie Rain

I want her to put me in a pink princess diaper and pacifier and turn me into her diaper cuck, I will sit in my crib while I watch her get fucked by a real man, then she will let me suck on those big tits while she rubs my diaper🫣

Rachel Zegler

She will give me a handjob and once I cum she will diaper me and making fun of my premature ejaculation problem, she then punish me for not being man enough and forces me on her Snow White dress and takes pictures, while I protest she laughs and just shoves a dildo in my mouth then she slaps me and leaves me like that, she says that if I don’t wet myself she will give me a head!

Millie Bobby Brown

Oh my, Millie would definitely turn me into her diaper cuck, she will dress me like a baby and give me handjobs she will feed me bottles of cum and if I don’t behave she will put me in a white tutu and put me the tiara of shame (it’s a tiara with full used condoms attached) but if I behave I get to see her in this pink dress and hump her leg!

Ella Purnell

She is beautiful, those eyes, those breasts😩 but she will force me in a pink Lolita maid outfit and force me to suck a dildo in front of her, if I cum I have to wear only a diaper for the rest of the day, she the will cuddle with me and kiss me on the lips but always reminding me I’m not her boyfriend and not much of a man, that I’m just her simp princess!

Jenna Ortega

Oh my god, I want to willingly put on my tutu and pink corset and wings and bounce on her lap while she makes fun of me in a sweet way and laugh at my pathetic figure, I will suck her boobs and hug her while she pays my tutu, eventually she will put me in a girly diaper and make me her sissy baby princess!🧚🏼‍♀️🩰😩

That’s it, let me know your celebrity crush and what would be your fantasy scenario!

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Careful what you wish for~

We had been meeting on the weekends, sharing secrets and desires over glasses of wine, the warm glow of the room fading the boundaries between us. Each laugh drew you closer, the couch becoming a shrinking island in the sea of our confessions.

One night, after too much wine, you agreed to sleep in the guest room. I guided you into the dim light, your eyes heavy, the alcohol blurring your senses. I tucked you in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, an almost wicked smile finding on my lips as I turned off the light.

Morning came with cheerful birds chirping the dawn's arrival, but as you stirred, something felt wrong—alien. Groggy, you rubbed your eyes, only to realize your hands were encased in soft mittens. Panic gripped you as you sat up, the bed crinkling and squelching beneath you.

The room was unnaturally cheerful. A changing table loomed in the corner, its white wood and pastel pink upholstery mocking your confusion. Beneath it, stacks of thick diapers taunted you, clearly far too large for any infant. A rocking horse and a toy chest sat against the wall, all in that unsettling color scheme.

It hit you with horrifying clarity: you were in a crib meant for an adult. The tall white bars loomed above you, trapping you. You glanced down, dread pooling in your stomach. You were dressed in a black and pink onesie, emblazoned with “I ❤️ Mommy.” The thick padding between your legs, the unmistakable weight and warmth of a very used diaper, sent your heart racing.

As reality sank in, the cheerful chirping outside twisted into a mocking chorus. The comfortable warmth of last night had transformed into a nightmare, and the echo of my laughter lingered on your mind.

Then a voice broke your train of thought,

"Good morning baby girl, Mommy is so happy to have you home now."

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''hey silly, don't you feel lucky, I mean, I'm finally in your bedroom after you've begged me for months to give you a chance. Well I'm finally here so go on, take ur pants off, let's see if its as big as you said it was.

Oh... Uhm, how do I say this..... You have an actual babydick. Did you really think it was big??? Honey.... It's smaller than my pinky, I've seen clits bigger than that pathetic baby nub. You know, I can't say I didn't expect this though, which is why I brought something hihi. That's right, I got you a diaper, some babygirl clothes and my makeup, we're gonna give you a makeover sweetie! I mean, with a dicklet like that, you're definitely not a man! You're not even a babyboy, you're just a little sissy girl! Awwww are you gonna cry? That's so fucking pathetic, you're such a loser, I can't believe you thought we would actually have sex! Awww it's okay, here put this paci in your mouth while I dress you.

Awwww these clothes fit you perfectly, it's like you were made to be my babygirl! Now it's time for your diaper, scoot your little girly tushy over so I can get you nice and padded!

Perfect! Now just time for your makeup. Soon you'll be able to do this yourself!

There we go! All done, don't you look adorable!!! I can't wait to take loads of cute pictures and videos to show all my girlfriends!!!

Aw why are you getting all fussy? Oh, you don't want me to send any cute pics and vids of you, well if you don't want that to happen, you're gonna have to listen to me and do what I say, understood loser?

Good girl, now take ur binky out of your mouth, and start sucking!

That's right, suck on my pretty little toes slut! Awww why are you pouting, are they stinky? Aw sorry loser, I did just go to the gym before coming here, but I'm sure you don't mind right, I mean, unless you want those pictures and videos I took to be sent to all my besties. That's what I thought, now continue sucking and kissing like a good girl!

Oh what's that, is ur little baby clitty getting all stiff in your diaper? How embarrassinggggg, getting horny from being dressed like a baby girl and worshipping feet! Aw are you gonna cry again!? This is hilarious!!! Omg I just had a great idea, it'd be so funny to see you uncontrollably make wittle cummies in ur diaper while crying and whimpering and worshipping my perfect feet, so let's make this a little harder for you hihi..

Like what you see loser? Hihi, I bet a couple hours ago you thought you were gonna get your dick wet today huh? And now you're dressed like a baby girl, worshipping my pretty feet. Oh.... I guess you did get your dick wet 😂, did the wittle baby go wee wee in her diaper? Awww that's so fucking pathetic, God you're such a loser, I think i need to start keeping you in diapers if you're just gonna wet yourself like a baby, and don't think you'll get to be dressed like a grown man anymore, I'm gonna throw away all your big boy clothes, only cute pink baby girl clothes from now on! Ugh don't cry! Here!

Shut up and start deepthroating my stinky foot! I bet you just love the taste, I can tell by how much stiffer your little baby nub is getting inside that wet pissy diaper, you just love deepthroating my stinky sweaty princess feet don't you! Oh my god are you about to make cum cums in your soaking wet diapers? You are, aren't you??? I can tell by your face, your eyes are rolling up like a true slut! Omg this is so pathetic 😂, here let me fuck your mouth with my foot some more! Take my stinky foot like it's a big cock you diapered slut!

*🍼💦SPURT SQUIRT SPURT 💦🍼*

Oh my god that was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen in my life 😂, look at you! Lying there in your wet cummy diapers like the sissy baby slut that you are, God you're pathetic, I can't believe you thought I was gonna fu- *BRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLPPPPFFFFFFTTTTT*

wait.... What's that smell, oh my fucking God, you didn't just do what I think you did right, did you just... Shit in your pissy cum filled diaper!?!?!

Oh my god you did, you really are a baby girl, I can't believe you did a ''poopy'' after making cum cums from worshipping my feet, you're the biggest loser ever!

EW no! I'm not changing that disgusting diaper! I don't care that it's full! You're gonna sit in your wet, messy and cummy diapers the whole day like the pathetic stinky sissy baby foot worshipper that you are!

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“When you rub your little…thing…do you hump your diaper or stick your hand in the gross pee to do it? I can’t decide what’s more embarrassing for you. Both are so pathetic.”

“Oh you don’t, huh? You’re a 25-year-old diaper virgin, and you have the audacity to tell me you don’t even touch yourself?”

“Hahahaha oh you’re not a virgin?!? Seriously dude? I’m friends with all your friends. I know no girl has ever had sex with you. They can barely talk about you without laughing about your diapers and you think I’ll believe they had sex with you?”

“Oh, I see. It’s a girl nobody has ever met or heard about? Riiiiiiight. I bet. She’s probably super hot too, huh?”

“Got it, so because you had sex that one time, you no longer have any more needs or desires. She was such a sex goddess that your brain no longer even craves sex, because there’s no possible way to top it, right?”

“No, then what else is there? You still have desires and nobody to fulfill them, but you don’t touch yourself? You can honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you’re not going to imagine what’s under my bikini when you get home tonight?”

“You can stutter all you want. I don’t care. I just want to know. It’s not like anyone will think less of you. Every girl here knows you’ll waddle home in your diaper you so desperately try to hide and imagine being with them.”

“They just want to imagine how it will look. Do you hump your diapers pretending they’re us and you’re actually a man? Or do you just rub your pee soaked little guy and fill your diaper with more than pee?”

“Both?! OMG!!! That’s so gross. Hey CLAIRE! Come over here you need to hear this!”

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Bois with little clitt...

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You belong here💕

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What did I get up to last night, well @p1nkplastic thinks I was a little too naughty and needed a little restraint… part one of some snapshots.

[sissyanabelle]

How did it come to this?

What started as you trying to suppress your kinks and learn how to be "normal" slingshotted you right back into the rabbit hole you've tried so hard to claw your way out of.

You wanted to be the "vanilla" one to your two partners, but here you are. Locked back up in a smaller cage than the one you tried to throw away, diapered in thicker diapers than you got rid of before, and cleaning the house in your new "uniform" that you so adamantly begged your new owners to require for you.

Your poor pathetic nub feels right at home straining at every teasing comment and gentle insult they throw at you. You're their pathetic cuck maid, and the part you can't believe? You love every second of it.

The rabbit hole sinks around your feet, and your chance of escape is slowly fading from view..

Afterall, climbing is probably pretty hard in those padded mittens of yours. ;)

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Should’ve Said No

The early afternoon sun trickles into your room, easing you awake. Your thick diaper crinkles gently as you stretch, your toes rubbing against the railing.

You’re warm despite not wearing anything but your diaper. Mommy never put you down for naps in anything but a diaper.

You stare at the door for a few minutes, hoping Mommy comes to get you soon. But a delicious smell wafts into your room, setting off an adorable series of rumbles in your tummy. It smells familiar, though you can’t place where.

Your hunger gets the better of you. Surely Mommy won’t mind if you get out of bed this one time?

You slowly lower your crib's railing and swing your legs down, not paying the slightest attention to your diaper on the brink of leaking. Your diaper hasn’t been your concern for months.

Your diaper crinkles loudly as you head to the kitchen, foreclosing any hope of moving around silently. But it didn’t matter. You want to find Mommy anyway.

The delicious smell grows strong as you turn the corner to the kitchen, expecting to find Mommy cooking lunch.

It wasn’t Mommy. You stop dead in your tracks—terrified of the woman sitting at the kitchen table. She was the last person in this world you wanted to see.

Especially in nothing but a drooping, soggy diaper.

“Hey, buddy! How was your nappypoo? You looked so adorable sleeping in your crib! I can see why you need those diapers! It wasn’t that soggy when I checked it earlier!”

You didn’t answer. How could you?

“Did you make it stinky? Is that why you’re out of your crib without permission?”

You shake your head meekly.

“Well, just because I’m not your Mommy doesn’t mean your rules don’t apply. Are you allowed to be out of your crib?”

You shake your head again.

“No, kiddo. I asked you a question. Answer it.”

“No,” you whisper.

She smiles. “That’s right. You stay in your crib until an adult lets you out. And did an adult let you out?”

“No,” you whisper again.

“Then why are you out of your crib?”

You shuffle nervously. Your diaper crinkles merrily each time you move.

“Did you smell my famous blueberry waffles?”

You should have known. That’s what that smell was.

Five years ago, you woke up to the same smell—though the circumstances couldn’t have been more different.

Back then, she was your girlfriend. That night had been the first time you ever slept together.

“Want some?” she asks sweetly, “I know you love them. Come sit down. I’ll fix you up a plate.”

You don’t move. Your eyes never leave the floor.

“No need to be shy, silly. We can talk about your punishments for sneaking out after you eat. Come on, eat ‘em while they’re hot.”

You slowly head to the table.

She playfully pats your diaper as you reach the chair. “There’s a good boy!” she coos.

A loud squelch escapes your diaper as you sit causing her to erupt in giggles. “Stop! That’s adorable!”

A plate of blueberry waffles is put in front of you. “Oh wait!” she says, “I almost forgot!” She grabs a knife and cuts your waffles into bite-size pieces. “There, all better! Eat up!”

“I…I need a fork,” you ask.

“Fork?” she answers cheerfully, “No, you don’t, silly! Just use your hands!”

You sigh, grabbing a piece. They’re just as good as you remember.

Last time you had these, you told her you loved her. She did, too. You conveniently left out the part that you were also fucking her best friend.

She smiled as you ate. “Yummy, aren’t they?”

“Mmh,” you answered between a bite.

By the time you finish, your tummy is heavily protruding out. She gasps at the sight. “So cute, little guy! Much better with a belly full of nummies, huh?”

You look down, realizing what she’s talking about. You blush deeply, trying to suck it in.

“Don’t be embarrassed! I think it’s adorable!” she says, pinching your tummy, “Besides, impressing women should be the last thing on your mind!”

You feel your diaper growing warm, looking down at it reflexively. Your face burns in utter humiliation.

She laughs again. “You deserve this, you know. You deserve your incontinence. You deserve to lose your adulthood. You deserve never being with another woman in your life.”

A heavy, unbearable silence hangs over the room.

“I….I’m sorry…”

“Sweetie, I didn’t come here for an apology. I don’t care if you’re sorry. You got the life you deserve.”

She doesn’t give you a chance to explain or argue your case.

“I hope it sucks, little boy. I hope it sucks losing all your freedom and autonomy. I hope it sucks spending the rest of your life in diapers. And I hope it sucks seeing beautiful women knowing you’re nothing but some pathetic baby to them. You thought you were such a big man…you’ll never feel like a man again.”

You stand up, wanting to run as far away from her as possible. As you do, your diaper droops dangerously low, stopping you from running.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?”

Two minutes later, you’re hiding your face with a stuffy on the changing table.

“What’s it like, little one, having a beautiful woman about to touch your special parts?”

She rips your first diaper tab.

“But knowing it has nothing to do with big boy fun?”

Your second tab rips.

“Because she’s not there for your pleasure, is she?”

Your third tab rips.

“No, she’s changing your very thick, very soggy diaper!”

Your fourth tab rips.

“Yes, she is!”

Your diaper is pulled back, cold air rushing into your exposed parts.

She giggles. “Awwwww, hi little cutie! Don’t worry, you’ll be back safe in a diaper in a jiffy!”

She grabs some wipes, still giggling.

“Isn’t this better than fucking my best friend?” She says wiping you, “I bet it feels so good getting clean!”

She throws the wipes away.

“All clean! Isn’t this better than icky orgasms? Just a few wipes and done!”

She grabs the baby powder, holding a few feet above you.

“Time for powder! Doesn’t it smell like babyhood?”

A comical amount of powder is dumped on you.

“I want you to smell soooo clean! Because once the laxatives in your waffles hit, you’re gonna smell like poopy!”

She wipes in the powder.

“Don’t look so sad, silly! After you poop your diaper for me you’ll get right back on this table and you’ll get another few wipes! Isn’t that fun?”

She pulls up your next diaper.

“Bye bye little guy! I’ll see you in a bit when your covered in poopies!”

She tapes your diaper and pats it proudly. As she does, powder poofs out.

“There, all clean in a new diaper!”

“Can…can I have a shirt, please?” you ask.

“No, honey. I think I’ll keep you in just a diaper for now. Especially if you’re due for a poopoo.”

You huff dejectedly but don’t argue.

“Oh don’t pout! We’re gonna have fun! Your mommy tells me you have the cutest Baby Shark dance! Why don’t you show me?”

“I…no thank you.”

“I wasn’t asking, silly. Besides, you loved taking me to the club! And when are you going to get a chance to dance for a girl again?”