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Costume Changes - Part 3

The first thing Lucy became aware of when she woke was the smell of pee. She slipped her hand down to her crotch and felt the wet overnight pull-up between her legs, resisting the urge to cry as she realised last night hadn’t just been some bizarre, terrible nightmare. The witch had changed her into a dry pull-up before putting her to sleep, but it seemed she’d also turned her into a bedwetter.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to ignore her squishy underwear, Lucy looked around. Amber and Candace were nowhere to be seen, even though the witch had tucked the three crying girls into bed together. Nervously, she got out of the large, four-poster bed and tiptoed out of the spare bedroom, heading for the stairs. She wore a plain white t-shirt on top and nothing but her pissy pull-ups below the waist. Maybe she could sneak out. Maybe that’s what Amber and Candace had already done. But would they have really left her behind? Lucy’s lip wobbled and tears stung her eyes. Maybe they blamed her for getting them into this situation in the first place… She shook her head. Get a grip.

But as she crept down the stairs, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. The witch’s cooing voice. “That’s a good baby, Candy! Who’s a good girl? Is that nummy? Does someone like her yum-yums?”

A happy gurgle answered her.

“I thought so! Mummy’s big, messy baby loves her nummy oatmeal. Even though she gets most of it all over herself, doesn’t she? Yes she does! Yes she does! Who’s Mummy’s messy princess?”

There was another gurgle, and in the background Lucy thought she heard a high-pitched moan. She reached the bottom and the stairs and moved slowly, fearfully, towards the kitchen door. She peeked inside, and felt her legs start to tremble beneath her.

Candace was sat in a massive high-chair, her mouth and cheeks covered with mushy food, and the witch was sat in front of her, feeding the young college student from a huge, steaming bowl of oatmeal.

“Open up, baby!” Candace opened her mouth wide and the witch slipped a large spoonful into her mouth. “That’s a good girl!”

Candace smacked her lips together noisily and dribbled oatmeal down her chin. She was naked but for a spattered bib that failed to cover her bare breasts, a pink bonnet that framed her beautiful face, and the big, white, clearly wet diaper that bulged around her waist. Her eyes looked empty and innocent.

Amber was sitting at the kitchen table too, with her legs spread wide, sucking her thumb lustily. Her other hand was in her panties. Her short schoolgirl skirt was flipped up, and Lucy could see that today’s pair were pale blue, and featured a Care Bear design. There was a noticeable wet patch on the front. Her eyes were rolled back in pleasure, but as Lucy watched, she bucked her hips and let out another whorish moan, then she blinked and looked at the kitchen door. “Like, hi, little sis!” she chirped, out of breath.

The witch turned around. “There you are, little one!” she said brightly, her eyes sparkling. “I thought you’d sleep all day! Come here, sweetie.”

Lucy’s body walked over to the woman obediently. She felt as if her insides had turned to water.

“What a soggy night you had, sweet girl!” the witch exclaimed, reaching down to give Lucy’s soaking wet Huggies a squeeze. “Look how much pee-pee there is in your pants!”

Lucy blushed. She wanted to shove the woman’s hands away, but all she could seem to do was stand there submissively while the witch slipped a finger into her training pants.

“We might need to think about putting you in something more absorbent for night-time, Lulu,” she said, removing her finger and wiping it on a kitchen cloth. “These pull-ups are soaked!”

“What’s wrong with Amber and Candace?” Lucy demanded, trying to sound braver than she felt, and fighting the urge to stare meekly at the floor and be a good girl for Mummy.

The witch smiled at her. “Nothing’s wrong, silly! This is how they’re meant to be. Candy can make all the messes she wants now. She can’t be held accountable for them, after all. She’s just a baby. Well, in her head at least. Just a big, messy, baby princess.” She stroked Candace’s golden hair, chuckling at the messy-faced young woman’s vacant expression. “And Amber will be much better off without her intelligence, and the know-it-all attitude that came along with it. She’s just a stupid, slutty schoolgirl now. Aren’t you, Amber?”

Amber looked up. She’d been busy groping her tits and sucking her thumb like she was giving it a particularly sloppy blowjob. She popped it out of her mouth and smiled vapidly at them. “Like, what did you say, Mum?” she asked.

The witch tittered. “Help your baby sister out of her highchair,” she instructed, “and take her into the living room to play. Don’t bother wiping her face. You know how much she loves being messy.”

“But Muuuum,” Amber whined, “I wanna, like, play with my pussy!” Lucy couldn’t believe that the young woman who had once been so smart and sensible was now little more than a childish, sex-crazed bimbo.

“Do as I say, young lady,” the witch said sternly. “If you’re going to be a dumb high-school dropout, the least you can do is help Mummy at home with your little sisters.”

Amber pouted but got to her feet and helped Candace out of her highchair. Candace stepped down onto the kitchen floor, her legs spread wide by the thickness of her oversized Pampers, but she hadn’t gone two steps towards the door when she stopped in her tracks, grunted loudly, and fell into a squat.

The witch’s tinkling laugh echoed around the kitchen again. Lucy just stared, horrified, as Candace, always so refined and polished, stuck out her bottom, screwed up her pretty face, and started pooping her pants like a two-year-old. With a crinkling sound, the seat of her nappy began to bulge outwards.

“Oh my God…” Lucy whispered.

Candace let out another unladylike grunt, and the back of her diaper drooped some more. She strained for another half a minute, her face still scrunched up and red with exertion, then she seemed to be finished, because she straightened up with a smile. “Poo-poo, Mama!” she announced happily. “Done poo-poo!”

“You certainly did, baby!” the witch gushed. “What a big mess you made in your nappy!”

Candace beamed with apparent pride, and Lucy felt her stomach roll.

“Off you go and play now, sweetie. Mummy will change you in an hour or so. I know how much you love squishing about in dirty diapers!”

Candace giggled and allowed herself to be led out of the room by Amber, who was back to slurping on her thumb obscenely.

“And now,” said the witch, turning to Lucy, “I think it’s about time you joined you friends, little one.”

Lucy backed away. “No…” she whimpered. “Please don’t make me… like them.”

“It’s only fair, Lulu,” said the witch, getting up and advancing on her slowly. “I can hardly punish the two of them and leave out the ringleader, can I?”

“Please, Mummy!” Lucy begged, tears leaking down her cheeks. “Don’t make me a baby!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” the witch said soothingly. “You’re not going to be a baby.”

“I… I won’t?”

“No.” The witch smiled, and her eyes glittered. “More of a toddler, really.” She tapped Lucy in the middle of her forehead.

At once, Lucy felt the tingling return, only this time it was far stronger. Her look of fear and panic faded from her face, to be replaced by a sweet, innocent smile. Her bladder released, drenching her already sopping wet pull-ups and causing them to overflow.

“Whoopsie!” Mummy sang, as pee-pee ran down Lucy’s bare legs and puddled on the floor beneath her. “Maybe pull-ups aren’t quite absorbent enough for you during the day either, little one!”

Lucy giggled. She put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it. “Had an acc-see-dent, Mummy!” she said.

“Not to worry, baby” Mummy cooed. “Mummy’s got plenty of nappies for her sweet little angel. I’ll get you all cleaned up, and then we’ll see about getting something in your cute little tummy, okay darling? I think a nice, warm bottle of milk will suit you just nicely. Come along now, Lulu!” She took Lucy by the hand and led her off for a change.

Lucy smiled at her Mummy. It didn’t bother her that they were around the same height. She knew she was still a very little girl. Mummy’s sweet little angel. And she always would be, forever and ever.

The End

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Costume Changes - Part 2

The three girls looked utterly ridiculous once the witch had helped them into their new costumes. Lucy’s angel costume was, if anything, more revealing than her devil outfit, but somehow it didn’t make her feel sexy. The white dress ended at her mid-thighs, and her pull-ups were just about visible through the semi-transparent fabric. The outline of her breasts were obvious too, and her nipples poked tents in the silky material, leaving no doubt that the innocent little angel was actually a fully grown woman. The wings and halo were added absurdities. She was almost jealous of what Amber got to wear.

The sensible librarian outfit was no more. In its place, Amber wore a skimpy schoolgirl costume. It had a short tartan skirt and a white blouse that tied in a knot under her breasts, which, Lucy noticed for the first time, were much larger than she’d expected. The bra that had kept them contained lay discarded on the floor, along with Amber’s plain white knickers. In place of her adult underwear, the frightened young woman wore childish My Little Pony panties. The witch had also gone to the trouble of turning her practical ponytail into two adorable pigtails sticking out of either side of her head like handlebars.

Candace had it worst. Her beautiful queen’s dress, commissioned at a high price with Daddy’s money just for tonight, lay crumpled in a heap on the floor along with her crown. Her new outfit was decidedly different. It was bright pink, and much cheaper-looking. The dress had a plasticky sheen to it, sequins dotted the collar and sleeves, and the skirt sparkled with glitter. Unlike her elegant blue gown, its flouncy hem barely reached past her waist, leaving her bulky, adult-sized Pampers on full display. They bulged between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and forcing her to stand slightly bow-legged. A plastic tiara sat on her head.

“Perfect!” the witch announced, looking them over with a pleased expression. “Isn’t that better? Now you can have some sweeties!”

“We don’t want sweets!” Lucy blurted, finding her courage. “Just let us go! Look, we’re sorry about tp’ing your house, okay?” She tried to take off her halo headband and throw it to the floor, but her hands wouldn’t obey her. She stomped her foot in frustration. “It was just a joke! It’s part of Halloween!”

The witch smiled. “And so it this, little one. Just because it’s Halloween, it doesn’t mean your actions don’t have consequences. If you play a trick on a witch, it’s only fair that she plays one on you in return.”

“You’re not a witch,” said Amber firmly. She too seemed to have found her voice. She adjusted her glasses and looked at the woman with a resolute look in her eyes. “There must have been something in the garden,” she said confidently. “Pressure sensors in the grass that released some kind of chemical to make us highly susceptible. I’m sure it’s nothing the police would have difficulty finding. So how about this – you let us go, and we promise not to press charges.”

The witch chuckled. “What an imagination you have, sweetie! But I’m afraid it’s just plain old magic.”

“If it’s magic, why can’t you just snap your fingers and make all the toilet paper disappear?” Candace demanded.

“It doesn’t work like that, baby,” she cooed. “But I’ll get it tidied up somehow. Don’t you worry. I know you’re far too little to clean up your own messes.”

“I can…” Candace hesitated. “I can arrange for someone come and clean it up if you let us go,” she finished, snobbishly.

The witch sighed. “I can see just changing your costumes wasn’t enough,” she said, shaking her head. “The three of you need some help acting the part as well.” Before they could say another word, she’d walked past and tapped each of them in the middle of their foreheads.

Lucy felt a strange tingling sensation start in her head, and Amber let out a gasp.

“What are you doing to me?” Candace squealed, clutching her own head.

“Just giving you some new behaviours,” said the witch. “Helping you be your true selves.”

Candace let out a shriek. She was staring down at her diapered crotch. The front of her white nappy was darkening, turning faintly yellow. It began to sag a little between her legs. “I’m peeing!” she cried, in a mixture of shock and disgust. “I can’t control it!”

“Of course you can’t,” the witch said happily, “You’re incontinent! Sorry, that’s quite a big word for such a silly little girl, isn’t it? It means you can’t control when you do a pee-pee or a poo-poo, so you’ll go right in your nappy just like the big baby you are. And it’s totally permanent!”

“No!” Candace screamed, looking panicked. “It can’t be!”

“I can assure you it is,” said the witch. “You’re just a silly, messy little princess now.”

“Ew, ew, ewww!” Candace cried, shifting from foot to foot as if she was trying to get away from the droopy wet Pampers dangling off her hips. “They’re awful! They’re so yucky and squishy!”

The witch let out a sweet laugh, and Lucy watched on in horror.

“Don’t, like, worry, Candy,” said Amber. “It not really, like, perma… permane… for forever. It’s just, ummm, ‘cause you’ve been drugged and stuff…” She frowned, and started to panic too. “What’s, like, wrong with me? Why can’t I talk good?”

“It’s not your fault, sweetie,” said the witch gently. “You’re just not that smart anymore. I thought you’d be better off as a bit of a dumb-dumb, so I took your intelligence away. You’re more of a high-school dropout than a college smarty-pants now. That’s forever too!”

“No!” Amber squealed, her eyes wide and terrified. “I need my smarts! That’s, like, who I am!”

“Don’t worry, silly girl,” said the witch. “A pretty thing like you doesn’t need to be smart. You’ve got your body. You’ve got your big boobies.”

“No, no, no!” Amber shook her head furiously, as if she were trying to clear it. “I, like, hate my stupid boobs! I hate it when people think I’m, like, a total bimbo just ‘cause they’re big! I’m smart! I’m a smarty-pants! Lulu, help me! I don’t wanna be a stupid schoolgirl!”

Lucy clenched her fists, fighting her fear. She didn’t yet know what the witch had done to her. But even though Candace could be stuck-up, and Amber could be a know-it-all, they were still supposed to be her friends, and if anyone was in charge of their little group, she was. “You’ve got to stop this!” she shouted at the witch. “This isn’t right! I don’t care how badly we messed up your lawn, it doesn’t mean it’s fair to do this! Undo what you’ve done and let us go!”

For half a second, a smile flashed across the witch’s face, then she put her hands on her hips and looked at her so sternly that Lucy felt a tiny bit of pee dribble into her pull-ups. “Bad girl!” the witch scolded, and Lucy was filled at once with a horrible mixture of fear and guilt. “You do not shout at Mummy, little one! We use our indoor voices when we’re indoors, young lady, unless you want to go over Mummy’s knee for a red bottom!”

Lucy soaked her Huggies. She could feel the warm pee-pee streaming into her training pants, spreading around her crotch and between her legs and even up towards her bottom, and she knew her flowers must be disappearing. She burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Mummy!” she blubbered, gasping and hiccupping. What was wrong with her?! “Please don’t spank me!” she wailed. She couldn’t help it. She could see Amber and Candace looking at her, mortified. The witch must have turned her into some kind of weak-willed, pants-wetting pansy!

The witch shushed her gently, her stern expression vanishing. “There, there, darling,” she cooed, pulling her into a cuddle. She reached and pressed her hand against the seat of Lucy’s toddler pants, feeling the heavy warmth there. “It’s okay. Mummy’s not going to spank you this time. Even though you have some problems with naughtiness, you’re Mummy’s sweet angel really, aren’t you, little one? You’re a sweet, helpless, meek little angel. And you always will be.”

“Waaaaaaah!”

“Well, I think that’s quite enough excitement for one night,” said the witch, looking over the three distraught young women with satisfaction. “We’ll have to save the trick or treat candy for tomorrow. Hopefully you’ll be better behaved by then. Alright, upstairs and ready for bed, girls! The three of you ought to be in dreamland by now in any case. It’s way past your bedtimes! But don’t worry, I’ve got lots of fun planned for tomorrow.”

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Costume Changes - Part 1

Three college girls perform a childish prank on a woman’s house on Halloween, not realising the occupant is an actual witch. The girls are helpless to resist when she instructs them to come inside, and to their horror they find themselves being permanently altered by her magic.

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“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” said Amber, glancing nervously at the front door of the house.

“Oh lighten up,” said Lucy, handing her a roll of toilet paper. “it’s just a bit of fun.”

“Yeah, don’t be such a downer,” said Candace, pausing her examination of her nails to accept a roll of toilet paper from Lucy herself. “TP’ing someone’s house is a Halloween staple.”

“But what if that woman comes out and catches us?” Amer asked anxiously, adjusting her glasses and glancing again at the front porch of the house. Fake cobwebs stretched between the wooden pillars, plastic bats hung down on strings, and numerous pumpkins were sat around on the ground, leering at them.

“We’ll be long gone before she realises what’s happened,” said Lucy, rolling her eyes impatiently. “Besides, what’s she gonna do? Chase after us? It’s her own fault for not giving us any candy. We did things properly, didn’t we? We said trick or treat, and if she won’t give us a treat, she gets a trick. That’s how it works.”

“Aren’t you three a little old for trick or treating?” Candace mocked, echoing what the woman in the witch’s outfit had told them when they’d knocked on her door. “I’d rather save these sweets for the kiddies. What a bitch!”

Lucy put her hands on her hips. She wore a devil costume with a red vinyl bodysuit, matching boots, and a horned hairband. “And now it’s time for a little Halloween justice,” she said, tossing back her sleek brown hair and smirking.

Amber fussed with the sensible cardigan and knee-length skirt of her librarian costume. “Alright,” she conceded. “I’m in.”

“Well now that Amber’s given us permission,” Candace said scornfully, “I guess we can start.” She was dressed in a flowing blue gown with a loose, revealing bodice. A very realistic crown sat in her golden hair.

“I was just saying-”

“Ugh, stop bickering!” Lucy snapped. “Let’s get on with this! When we’re done, we’ll head to the bar, okay? I could do with a drink, and warming up a little.” She shivered in the cool Autumn air. Her costume left her shoulders, arms, and most of her legs bare.

Lucy threw the first roll of toilet paper, looping it high over the squat tree in the woman’s front garden. Amber and Candace followed suit, covering the hedges and flowerbeds with toilet paper, some of which began to melt immediately on the damp leaves. They moved on to the house itself next, arming themselves from the plastic bag of toilet rolls they’d brought with them, and tossing them over the porch and up onto the tiled roof, leaving trails of increasingly soggy paper everywhere. Soon the three college students were giggling like schoolgirls. At least until the front door opened and light spilled out onto the lawn.

“Well, well, well, looks like I was wrong,” said the woman in the witch costume. “Maybe the three of you are just kiddies after all.”

“Run!” Lucy gasped. She could feel a giddy excitement bubbling up within her, and she let out a laugh. But it died in her throat almost instantly. Something was wrong. She’d tried to sprint away towards the street, but it was as if her legs were frozen in place. She couldn’t move! She looked around wildly and saw Amber and Candace in the same situation, both gawking at their feet in confusion.

“I don’t think so,” said the witch woman lightly. She let out a sweet, tinkling laugh that sent a shiver down Lucy’s spine. “My, my, look what a mess you’ve made!” Her eyes travelled over the garden, coming to rest on the place where Candace had stuffed a roll of toilet paper into a drain pipe. “What silly, messy girls you are!”

“What have you done to us?!” Lucy demanded. She tried her best to sound confident and calm, and not scared out of her wits, but her voice shook nonetheless. There was something freaky going on here. “Why can’t we move?!”

“Just a little freezing spell,” said the woman, gently. “I can’t have you running off, can I? Now let’s see, what do we have here…” She walked up to Lucy, whose heart was thumping rapidly in her chest. “A naughty little devil!” She examined the other girls. “A snobbish queen too. And a fussy librarian!” She laughed again, shaking her head. “No, no, no, I don’t think that’s right at all! Come inside, little ones. I have some costumes that will suit you much better.”

The witch woman turned around and walked back inside the house, and to her horror, Lucy found herself following after her. It was as though her body was on auto-pilot, acting totally without her permission. Amber and Candace followed too, and Lucy could see the expression of fear on Candace’s face, and the look of shock and disbelief on Amber’s.

“This isn’t possible,” Amber was whispering to herself. “This can’t be happening. She can’t be an actual witch…”

They crossed the threshold into the house, and the woman closed the door behind them. “Follow me, girls,” said happily, leading them on into the living room. Even on the inside, the house was covered in Halloween decorations, but otherwise it looked normal. Regular chairs and regular tables and regular wallpaper. No giant cauldrons or bloodstained pentagrams, no place they might be sacrificed or eaten alive. Still, just being out of control of her body was enough to frighten Lucy to her core.

“Halloween is my favourite night of the year,” said the witch, walking over to a large wooden chest that sat against the wall and kneeling down in front of it. She lifted the top, and a gold light emanated from within. Lucy, Amber, and Candace stood in a row watching her, glued to the spot. “It’s always fun seeing what people choose to dress as. I think it reflects something about our inner selves.” The girls exchanged frightened glances as the woman rooted around inside the chest. “But some people need a little help understanding who they really are.” The witch stood up and turned around, holding a bundle of clothes. “And that’s certainly true of you three.” She handed a sparkly pink mass to Candace. “That’s for you, sweetie. You’re not a queen, I’m afraid. Just an overgrown little princess.” She moved on to Amber, pushing something white and tartan into her arms. “And you might think you’re a big, smart librarian, young lady, but I know better. You might be in your twenties, but you’re not ready to be out of school just yet.” Then she reached Lucy, and she handed over something soft and silky and pure white. Lucy’s hands reached out to take it without her say-so. “A devil is completely the wrong costume for you, little one,” the witch said sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think you’re just an innocent little angel, aren’t you?”

Lucy looked down at the bundle she was holding. It was a wispy white dress, a pair of strap-on angel wings, and a fluffy halo attached to a hairband by a piece of wire. There was something else sitting on top, but for a moment she couldn’t comprehend what it was. Then the realisation came to her, and she felt her heart drop down into her stomach. Pull-ups. Soft and crinkly, with little flower designs for wetness indicators. A pair of Huggies pull-ups, just her size.

“For just-in-case,” said the witch, winking at her.

Lucy felt sick.

“But there’s nothing just-in-case about yours, is there, sweetie?” the witch cooed, looking over at Candace. Lucy followed the woman’s gaze and saw Candace looking stricken as she extracted something from the mass of pink frills she was holding. She unfurled it slowly and stared at it, horror-struck. “It’s only fitting for someone who clearly doesn’t know what toilet paper is for, don’t you think?” said the witch. “That will handle all your wees and poos.”

Candace blanched. She seemed unable to tear her eyes away from the enormous disposable diaper in her hands.

Lucy glanced at what Amber was holding. Resting on top of the tartan whatever-it-was was a pair of white panties with a My Little Pony design on the front. Amber was staring down at them intensely.

“Well come on, girls!” said the witch brightly, clapping her hands together twice. “Chop, chop! It’s time to change into your new outfits! Then we’ll see about some trick or treat candy!”

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The Right Decision.

Based on a true story by TinkerKinkers

“Ugh, where is she…?”

I sat and fidgeted with my phone, desperately hoping it would ding with an update from her. My stomach hit me with another wave of discomfort, reminding me of the desperation of my situation.

As I waited, I thought back on the 12 months prior, and the events that led up to my current predicament. If I had only been more careful… I didn’t know that she was checking my phone after I’d gone to sleep every night. I can’t even imagine the wild things she found on my secret Tumblr account. I just thought she was vanilla, I didn’t think there was any way she’d ever accept the things I only thought about in secret, let alone that she’d want to participate.

But when she came home from work early to surprise me on our one year anniversary, and found me humping a pillow in a thick, full, diaper, everything changed in an instant.

“What’s going on here?!” She said as she stood in our bedroom doorway.

My jaw hit the floor, my stomach met my throat, my ears started ringing. I’m not sure how I didn’t just black out.

“Jake, I’m not going to ask you again, what are you doing? Please explain this to me, RIGHT NOW!”

I don’t even remember those first few minutes or what came out of my mouth, but it must have been mostly gibberish, I just remember how relieved I was when she cut me off.

“Just stop. I’ve seen what you’ve been looking at on your phone, I already know. I just didn’t think this was really something you wanted… I just wish you would have talked to me about this. But here you are, on our anniversary, acting like… I don’t even know.”

She dropped her head into her hands and pulled at her hair, taking a deep breath in.

“Okay, listen to me. We need to talk.” She said, looking up with resolve now. She came and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me into the living room.

I don’t remember most of the conversation, my nervous system was in full flight mode, but I was somehow glued to the sofa. I wished to be out of my diaper so badly.

“Well if this is what you want, this is what we’re going to do, but it’s going to be by my rules. Got it?” She said, somehow bringing me back into my body.

I didn’t even know what exactly what I was agreeing to, but I swallowed hard enough to finally be able to speak.

“Wait, please, I’m so sorry, you don’t have to do this though, I can stop, I promise!” I said with a tongue that felt like a brick.

“I’ve done enough research to know that that’s unlikely. But I appreciate you saying that. Also, you’ll be calling me ‘Mommy’ until I tell you otherwise. C’mon now.” She snapped back quickly.

With that she led me back into the bedroom…

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“DING” My mind snapped back to the present as I looked down at my phone.

“Hey sweetie! Sorry, work went late today, I’ll be home in 30 minutes or so. How’s your diaper doing little one?”

I furiously texted back; “Mommy! My tummy hurts so bad! Please can I use the potty?!” I was desperate. I knew the rules. I couldn’t ever touch my own diapers. I knew what she would say, but there was so much more at stake today, of all days.

*DING* “Sweetie, you know the rules. Please hold it till I get home. I really do want to have sex with you tonight, especially since it’s our anniversary. But if you mess yourself, that’s definitely not happening. I’m in the car now. See you soon love. Please make the right decision.”

My fingers couldn’t move fast enough, they felt like sticks of concrete against my phone, I knew she was already driving but I had to try;

“Please!!! I don’t think I can make it!”

*Read at 4:33pm*

No response.

I waited. I went upstairs to lay on the bed, hoping to ease some of the pressure in my gut. My tiny penis strained in its cage thinking about her. Every minute drug on for hours. Each wave of pressure in my stomach stronger than the last. It was 4:55pm, and I couldn’t hold it any more. I had a last ditch plan. Maybe if she’s distracted when she gets home she’ll just tell me to jump in the shower and get ready for dinner without even checking my diaper, it wouldn’t have been too far fetched of a scenario, it’s happened a few times before, and we were already cutting it close for our reservation. She would definitely notice if the diaper tapes had been tampered with though, I learned that lesson the hard way. There was no way I was gonna miss my chance to have sex again. It’s been a long and desperate 12 months.

I convinced myself this plan could work. I moved to the floor and squatted in my droopy diaper, I felt a gap between my butt and the soggy padding, a space that I realized was about to be filled. I prayed that the probiotics I’d been taking would minimize the smell, if so, I might have a chance at this plan actually succeeding. My legos were still strewn about on the floor where I was playing earlier, I stepped carefully to avoid the sharp pieces. I grabbed my teddy bear, happy that he still happened to be there for me, holding him somehow gave me some reassurance. Just getting into position started to relieve some of the pressure. I tried to relax and give a slight push. Instantly, it felt like I had released a soft slick submarine into the thick damp diaper around my butt. The padding resisted the push initially but my mess quickly softened and filled every bit of space within my diaper, pushing the padding even further out from my skin. I winced as I felt my shame simultaneously spread from the top of my but to the tip of my cage. Another wave of cramps hit me. I tried to breath through it. I didn’t think my diaper could hold more but I didn’t have a choice at this point, my body gave way and released more soft goo into the back seat of my already full diaper. I finally felt some relief, and exhaled deeply, burying my face further into my teddy bear…

“Oh wow….. well that was quite a show sweetie…” Her voice startled me.

My face flushed instantly at the sound of her, my heart dropped, my ears rang, the false sympathy in her tone lit my face on fire. “Oh no, please no….” I thought, “this can’t be real… How did I not hear the keys in the door?”

“Looks like someone is a stinky boy!” She said with a slightly elevated tone now.

She stepped a few feet inside the doorway and paused, hands on her hips. She saw me still squatting, knees bent, legs apart, hiding my face behind my teddy bear, trying not to move, trying not to worsen the mess I’d already made.

“Uh oh....” Her voice slightly deepening as she slowly walked towards me. I knew she wanted to see my face and make me admit what I did. She never missed an opportunity to turn me all shades of red. As she approached I could feel my pulse intensify. I was ready to say whatever I had to say to get this humiliation over with as quickly as possible. There might still be a chance to be free tonight if I complied.

She gently pushed the stuffy away from my face, taking my chin in her hand, lifting my face to meet hers.

“What happened here sweetie?”She said as she reached her other hand around me to firmly pat my bottom. I cringed and flinched as she used her palm to spread my mess even more. I hoped this would be over soon.

“It, it was an… uuhhh… accident...”

“I can see that baby boy... and smell it too.” She said with a side smile, and wrinkled nose. “Are you sure it was an ‘accident’ though?”

The smirk on her face intensified my shame. She turned and walked a few steps away from me. For a moment I thought my embarrassment was finished, that she’d release me from my stinky shame. But she kneeled down and started clearing some of the legos, making a clear spot on the floor. She lightly patted the spot she’d cleared.

“Do you wanna show me what you were building over here kiddo?” Her smile widening even more.


I was confused, what was she doing? She knows what I did, I needed a diaper change! Why did she care about the stupid legos? The realization of her intentions suddenly hit me and I started to panic a little, as she started walking back towards me. Before I knew it, she held my wrist firmly in her hand and was guiding me over to the spot.

“Come on kiddo! Let’s see what you’ve been building here!” She said as she started to kneel down, my wrist still in her grasp, forcing me to squat. I instinctively dropped to both knees when I was low enough and stabilized myself with the hand that was still holding my teddy.

“Why don’t you sit down and show mommy what you were making huh?”

My ears were ringing, I was so nervous, full panic mode.

“Oh please don’t make me do this!” I thought.

I remember wishing she wasn’t so attractive, I knew she was wearing a low cut top just to drive me even more crazy, and the mini skirt… not much was left to my imagination. I felt my pathetic penis strain against its plastic chastity cage, in spite of my overwhelming shame. By now her smile had turned into a full devilish grin and she was directly in front of me.

“I uhh… I umm… mommy I… mommy can we…”

I couldn’t even form a coherent thought, let alone think of a way to talk myself out of this situation.

“Stop stuttering sweetie, use your words.”

Her eye contact was relentless, I felt like she was looking right through me. It was too much to reciprocate.

“I need a diaper change mommy.” The words dumped out of me, like they came from someone else.

“You’ll get a change when I think you need a change little one, now sit down and show mommy what you’ve been working on mister!”

There was a sternness in her voice now that frightened me a little. I had a feeling she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, but I had to try, this was just too humiliating to accept, and I knew I’d regret it later if I didn’t at least try something. I began to get off my knees, to get my feet under me, maybe I could stand up and at least distract her.

Before I could fully stand she put her hands on my shoulders and stopped me from getting up any further.

“Sweetie, we’re not going anywhere until you do what I’ve told you to do. Now sit down!”

The tone of her voice was enough to make me realize she was dead serious. Before I could decide for myself how this would happen, I felt her pressing down on my shoulders as I caught myself slightly falling, leaning back on both hands.

My drooping diaper was now inches from the floor, she moved her right hand from my shoulder down to the front of my diaper. In any other situation, I would have expected this to mean some special attention down there, and my hips instinctively thrust into her hand. She responded with a gentle but firm squeeze and pressure, causing my tiny member to throb even harder in its cage, but I realized my bottom was getting closer to the floor as she rubbed me.

She paused just as my diaper made soft contact with the carpet, I whimpered and finally made eye contact while giving my last thrust of resistance, almost as if to say “please no…”

“Shhhh…. it’s okay sweetie, be a good boy for mommy and sit down.” She said as she continued to press down

I wasn’t prepared for what I felt. The mess was much bigger than I thought as it spread even more, slowly outwards towards the front and back of my diaper. Shame washed over me and my face was burning with embarrassment. The thick mush spreading inside was sensory overload, moving into every crevasse of my underside. My tiny penis had now grown to fill all usable space of the already small chastity tube, and was begging for more room. I groaned and whimpered again as mommy’s hand continued to apply pressure to the front of my diaper, which caused me to fully come to rest on my bottom, there was no space in my diaper left uncovered by my mess. I saw the telltale brown stains inside the leg gathers that were now desperately holding on. It felt like I was sitting down but the shifting yuckyness under me made me unsure of my seating.

“Aww there you go baby boy!” She said, her tone finally softening.

I let out a few tears as I brought my teddy up to my face again. Mommy then started to massage where her hand already was on my diaper. She knew I couldn’t help but grind back against her hand in desperation. I heard her giggle a bit, surely relishing in my abject humiliation, which in turn only made me cringe all the more, yet the inner turmoil seemed to only burn hotter as I continued to squirm and thrust.

She moved even closer to me now, I could feel her warmth and smell her perfume, in sharp contrast to my now pungent odor.

She brought her face towards mine as if too kiss me, but shifted and whispered into my ear;

“You are such a good boy sweetie. You made the right decision.”

She kissed my forehead softly before she stood back up. She reached out both hands for me to grasp.

“C’mon up now kiddo! Let’s get another diaper over that one really quick, we don’t wanna be late for dinner!”

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The Blowout - Chapter 1

They called it ‘The Blowout’. Fitting, because the world has been overflowing with shit ever since. At least, for some of us.

It all happened so fast. I still remember where I was when the knock came. Actually, it was more like a bang. The door sounded like it was being pounded off its hinges. I was so startled, my ass lifted off the couch. The Bears were driving and had the Packers on their heels in the redzone. My own heels raked across the coffee table I’d been resting them on, and ended up scattering the 6 or 7 empty beer cans all over the floor.

Linda rushed down the stairs, looking shaken. She tied her robe closed and peeped through the hole. 

“Kevin McCreary?” A woman’s voice called through the door. “Are you in there?” 

“What’s goin on?” I asked Linda. She looked startled, but also not too surprised. I could see colored lights swirling through the window. At first I thought it was the police, but the lights weren’t red and blue, more like pink and a lighter blue. When I peeked through the curtains, I saw several cars with their flashing lights parked all down the road, but not at every house. Maybe one in every four. There also looked to be several large trucks carrying some sort of cargo.

“Open up or we’ll have to come in ourselves!” The woman’s voice called again.

“Do you know what this is about?” I asked my wife. 

Linda didn’t seem like she was all there. Almost like she was in shock, but she didn’t seem all that surprised about anything either. “I’m sorry, Kevin.” She said. Without a second’s hesitation, Linda opened the door before I could stop her and figure out what was going on.

The woman immediately stepped in, holding a clipboard. She did a quick scan of the house as two large men moved in behind her. Finally, her eyes landed on me, and she smiled.

“Kevin McCreary?” she asked, confirming.

“Uh…yes.” I said, speaking up for the first time, “What is this about??”

“Under the Matriarchal Act 2269, you have been selected for the Pamper Program.”

“The what??”

But she didn’t repeat herself. The two men stepped forward and took me by the arms, pinning me down on the floor.

“Hey! HEY! You can’t do this!” I yelled desperately as the men ripped my shirt off and worked my pants down. “Honey! Do something!”

But Linda was still frozen, watching the scene unfold, like she knew it was coming the whole time.

“Your wife was briefed a few days ago, Mr. McCreary.” The officer said matter-of-factly while other men walked behind her and into my own damn house. They were carrying large white wooden furniture. One piece looked like the bars of a crib as they ascended the stairs like a moving crew.

“Briefed on what? What is HAPPENING??”

My pants were down now, my underwear ripped away, my flaccid penis flopping every which way as I flailed about beneath the heavy hands on my wrists and ankles.

The officer stepped forward, pulling a small, black metallic device from her bag. She ignored my whines and wails as she knelt between my legs. The strange device had two pieces, one was a ring that looped around my balls, and the other was a tiny tube, a very tiny tube that attached to the ring. Linda stood with her arms crossed as the officer deftly took my penis and pressed it into the tube, scrunching it in softly until the piece collided with the ring. She took a set of dangling keys and slipped it into the side, turning some sort of mechanism. When she did, a little red light shone out of the top. The key chain also had a small remote on it, like it was for a car. But when she pressed a few buttons on it, the red light started blinking. She waited several seconds until the light finally turned green.

“Calibrated.” She said, perhaps to herself. She pressed another button.

BZZTT!!

A sharp jolt of electricity pulsed through the ring around my cock and balls. I yelped in pain, body twitching, but the men held me firm. 

“That’s the lowest setting,” the officer said, but she wasn’t talking to me, she was talking to my wife. “It goes up to 10.”

The dial clicked as the officer turned up the setting on the remote. “This is a 5.” All I could do was watch as her thumb pressed the little button. What came before was a tickle compared to this. I could feel the shockwaves coursing through my arms and legs and back of my neck. I writhed on the ground while Linda looked on with a slight hint of pity. After what seemed like hours, the lightning bolts coursing through my nerves finally ceased. The fob and keys jingled as she placed them in Linda’s hand. Linda looked back and forth at the surrounding units like she just got handed the nuclear launch codes and she was in no way equipped to handle such a responsibility.

The officer paid no mind, though. She plopped down on her knees between my legs and dug into her bag once more. If I’d had 1,000 guesses, I still wouldn’t have landed on her pulling out a giant, white, fluffy diaper.

“Lift him.” she said to the men. She almost seemed bored, like she’d already done this a dozen times today.

There was nothing I could do. I screamed and whined and cried for help, pleading with my wife as my legs were lifted and the officer slid the padding beneath my waist. Linda just watched, seeming to take pity, but not doing a single thing to stop it.

The powder formed a cloud over my waist when she applied it. I wasn’t sure if it always did that, or it was just because I was writhing so much. I was surprised by how soft the padding was. I hated to admit it was actually quite comfortable. But looking down at the little bears printed across the front as she applied the tapes on top of them snapped me back into reality. I was a grown man, and they were putting me in a diaper. She gave a small pat of my crotch when she finished, it reminded me my dick was locked in a tiny tube, and another puff of powder exhaled out of the waistband.

She smacked her hands back and forth as if cleaning off dust and debris while she stood back up. “All of the furniture will be moved in and assembled by the end of the night.” she said, “If there is a spare room, we will use that one. If not, we will modify the master bedroom. He will be given a one month supply of diapers, with another delivered during his monthly check-up. He will most certainly try to remove his diaper once we leave, in which case do not hesitate to shock him, and if he remains noncompliant simply call 922. It’s the Matriarchal Officer of Pamper Security office, but we just call them ‘MOPS’, they will pay him a little visit and set him straight.”

She brandished a clipboard. “By signing this, you agree to uphold the law to the best of your ability. Matriarchal Code 691 states that all spouses administer cloth and/or disposable diapers to the chosen party, and follow the guidelines laid out therein. Failure to do so is punishable by fines and perhaps even jail time. Routine inspections will be made to ensure proper handling of the male sub.” The officer handed Linda her pen, dropping her professional tone. “I know this is a lot to put on you, Mrs. McCreary and I’m sorry, but you were flagged as an appropriate candidate. Your husband fits the profile to a T, and they probably noticed you as soon as you filed for divorce.”

That last line punched me in the face. It was certainly news to me.

“You what? You filed for–”

“Quiet!” The officer snapped in my direction, then turned back to Linda with a smile. “You can do this.” she said reassuringly, “it will just take time. This is for the betterment of society. Pigs like him deserve to roll around in their own shit. It’s high time men like him pay the price for centuries of oppression.”

To my horror, Linda actually nodded, agreeing with this crazy woman and her cronies. “I would suggest hiring some help. At least for the first few months until he gets acclimated. Research shows most men typically start to accept their fate around 6-12 months.”

That seemed to calm Linda’s nerves. She gave me one last lookover, eyed my diaper, smirked, and scratched her pen across the paper.

The officer smiled widely for the first time as she took back the clipboard. “Please do not hesitate to call if you need us. We’re here to help!”

And with that, the men clambered off me, and the three cosplaying police walked out my door where the pink and blue lights circled in rows up and down the street. This wasn’t just a one-off prank. This was a takeover. 

To Be Continued…

Chapter 3 just launched on my SubStar! I'm trying to do some world-building with this story as many of you have expressed interest in it. Chapter 2 and 3 are much longer and start diving into the characters. So if you at least like where this is going, go check them out!

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The perfect day starts with a big stinky in the diaper ☀️💩😌

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Der perfekte Tag startet mit nem großen Stinker in der Windel ☀️💩😌

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Westfield city adventures part 1 (Follow up to white and crinkly Christmas)

Driving in the SUV, and hauling the U-haul behind them spirits were mostly high for the West family after the hell that had been the Christmas, and then all the teasing Kevin had gone through at school they were making their way to a new life in Westfield. Out of the three people in the semi packed SUV only one was pouting, but since it was HIS fault the move even had to happen he just sulked in silence for the most part in the backseat, said silence is broken only by the occasional slurp from his big gulp. The sulker had a name and it was Ben and it was because of him his big brother had spent most of Christmas day in diapers and even ended up having a few accidents and it was because of him that his brother had been labeled a diaper boy.

Ben DID feel bad, for the most part, but just didn’t understand why stupid Kevin couldn’t just grin and bear the teasing while Ben enjoyed the LARGE group of friends he’d made, bragging about how he’d put his brother back into diapers and had been giving tips to other little brothers on how to do the same (well, had been till daddy had found out and spanked him silly) the thought of trying to start over and get that popular again irked him, and he glared at the front seats and willed Kevin or daddy to have an accident… Only for his own bladder to start to twinge causing him to start squirming in his seat. Sitting shotgun was Kevin, the poor boy who had gone through all of that horrible diaper humiliation amazingly didn’t hold too much of a grudge against his little brother, and in the time between Christmas and now he had even gone through a growth spurt.

Thinking about all the teasing he had gone through he had developed a thicker skin for it but it was still hard at times and he knew he was the main reason behind daddy deciding to move to a different state. He did feel bad for Ben losing all of his friends and tried to cheer him up by reminding him that they could still stay in touch via Facebook and the like, but the brat had just tried to fart on him. Looking back at Ben he saw the little guy squirming again and turned back around, rolling his eyes. Ben who had actually gone up a size or two just had too small of a bladder for the big gulps he kept insisting on getting, and because of that, they were a good hour or more behind schedule, having to stop so often for Ben to take a whiz.

He toyed with suggesting they just put Ben in a diaper but knowing how bad that could be… He tried to hold off on that idea. While they still had SOME of the baby stuff that had been given to Kevin, it was mostly being kept to remind Ben of what could happen to him if he was bad. (They had gotten rid of the diapers, giving them to their cousins Alex and Justin.) Kevin was about to say something to his daddy when a police siren went off and they had to pull over.

Owen groaned, what else could go wrong with this trip? First, they’re moving guys bailed on them meaning they had to move everything themselves (Thankfully they had gotten rid of a lot of stuff to make room in the apartment they would have starting out, it was still three-bedroom at least.) and then Ben going into full sulk mode, and Ben having to pee more often than a nervous puppy… And now the cops. Pulling over to the side of the road, Owen rolled his window down as a young blond officer walked up, stopping to check their plates.

“Something the matter Officer? I thought I was going the speed limit.” Owen said, flashing a nervous grin. OK, he’d been going a little over it but come on, whoever heard of getting a ticket for doing 53 in a 50 zone? “You’re fine, we just had a report of a kid, not in a proper seat.” The officer said, and nodded to the back seat at Ben. “What?” Ben squeaked.

“Sir, did you know it’s illegal to let a toddler ride around in these parts without a car seat? Not to mention just plain unsafe?” The officer asked and glared. “…I’m not a toddler! I’m 8 you dingus!” Ben yelped out, crossing his arms and glaring, while Owen facepalmed. “I am SO sorry about that officer, he’s… Sensitive about his size.” Owen said. Thankfully the officer just smiled. “Well, that’s my mistake Mr.Eight. ” He said, talking to Ben then turning his attention back to Owen. “Still, he’s too small to be riding without some form of a car seat. Do you have one with you that can be used or do you need me to drive with you to the nearest store so you can pick one up?” “I… I-I have one in the U-haul officer. I’ll get him in it asap.”

“Sir, by law I’ll have to stay and make sure the child is secure.” The cop said again and smirked. “Whatttt? But I don’t wanna ride in a car seat! This is bulls-” “Ben buddy, I don’t think you wanna swear in front of a police officer.” Kevin said, interrupting his brother. “…Spit!” Ben groaned and sulked. As Owen and the cop dug through the trailer to get the car seat out, Ben and Kevin slid out of the SUV and headed to the back. “Uh, officer… Sir?” Kevin said, standing next to the squirming Ben. “You can call me Officer Tagger.” The Cop said and smirked. “I really need to pee, so I was wondering if it would be OK to do it at the side of the road while Ben here watches out for me.” Kevin said, a slight eye roll.

It was clear to anyone with a working set of eyes who really needed to go tinkle but the cop could see Kevin was trying to be a good big brother to the little dork. “Well, normally no… But I’ll let it pass just this once better make it count boys.” He said, and then turned his attention as Owen finally found the car seat. Hiding from the road on the one side of the trailer Kevin turned his back to try and give Ben more privacy to attend to his urgent business and heard nothing. “Any time now Ben.. We can’t wait out here all day with your willy in the air.” Kevin said. “I’m trying OK! I got all pee shy!”

“Ben, the next rest stop isn’t planned for like a half-hour… And I doubt we’ll get another chance.” “I’ll just pee into my cup if I have too!” “Just remember to toss the cup out this time if you do that…” Kevin snickered, recalling yesterday’s incident. “Shut up! That wasn’t funny!” Ben frowned and then finally, managed to get a few weak streams out… His bladder wasn’t emptied but it would last till the next fill up. Hopefully. By the time the boys were finished, the car seat was all set up and ready to go and Ben paused at the backdoor, looking at it, pouting. He had forgotten just how freaking babyish the thing was and looked over at Officer Tagger.

“I.. what if I just sat on some books instead!!” He asked. “I’m sorry son, that’s just not safe. Just be a good boy and take your seat.” Tagger said. Ben gave off a huge sigh, but, scared with the thought of going to jail (and of course not realizing it would just mean a ticket for daddy) he slowly climbed in and sat in the stupid baby seat. “I’m gonna complain the rest of the way there!’ He warned his daddy. “Because you’ve been a picture of sunshine up till now.” Owen muttered and buckled him in. Satisfied Officer Tagger nodded the family off and smiled. “…Cute kid. Almost feel bad for lying about the law.” He mused, having really been called on because his friend asked him to teach him a lesson after encountering him at a rest stop.

Sure it was a slight abuse of power but really, who would argue that with how pouty the little brat was, he didn’t kinda deserve it. Strapped in tight Ben was holding his drink with both hands and slurping on it again, clearly in a bad mood so Kevin didn’t even bother to try and tell him to hold off on the drinks. They were making good time and listening to an old 80’s rock station with Owen singing along and making a dork of himself in the process, which only made both boys groan for him to stop when they were coming up to other traffic.

Soon enough Ben’s bladder was full up again and he was squirming like crazy in the car seat. Thankfully they were at the rest stop by then and Daddy was parking the SUV, they didn’t need gas yet so this was a straight-up snack and bathroom stop. “Alright boys, I’m gonna go get us some munchies, you two go get drinks and use the potty.” Owen called out to the boys. Looking in the rearview mirror he spotted Ben struggling to get out of the car seat and smirked. “Kevin, you wanna go and help Ben out?” he asked, getting out and walking into the store after Kevin nodded.

Sliding out of the front seat Kevin came around to the back door and opened it. “Awww, is widdle Benny having troubles wiff him’s car seat?” Kevin asked. He was having a flashback to Christmas day, and him being stuck in the car seat and his own humiliation at a gas station… Though there was a bit more of a crowd around this time. “S-Shut up and get me out before I soak myself!” Ben grumbled and fussed with the buckles, to no avail.

“Well if you’d stop fussing and let me get at them I would!” Kevin said a sudden evil thought came into his head. Fumbling over the buckles Kevin made a face and then kept fumbling over them. “What are you waiting for!? Get me out of here!” Ben whined and kicked his legs, blushing and squirming like CRAZY now. “I think you busted something, they’re not coming undone!” Kevin said, faking a worried look on his face. “W-What!?” Ben yelped. “Hang on Benny! I’ll go get daddy!” Kevin said and took off, leaving the door open and showing off Ben in his car seat to a family of 4, who’s two girls were pointing and giggling.

Getting inside Kevin found his dad, having a casual conversation with one of the clerks while paying for some hot dogs and potato wedges and Kevin tugged on his dad’s leg, giving a perfect performance. “Daddy! I can’t get the buckles undone on Ben’s car seat and he’s gonna burst any second!” He said. “Crapppp! Kevin stay here and get our food when it’s ready!” Owen said, having been waiting on the fresh wedges to be done, and he dashed off.

Ben was on the verge of tears and trying to cross his legs, repeating a little poem out loud as he willed himself NOT to pee his pants. “C-Cross your legs, do a dance, that’s the way to keep dry pants..cross your legs, do a dance, that’s the way to keep dry pants.” Looking up he was glad to see daddy who smiled. “Heyyy buddy, relax… Well don’t relax too much… But daddy’s here.” he said and bent down, and pressed down hard on the buckles, figuring they had been jammed and Kevin just hadn’t been strong enough and the buckle clicked free. Scrambling out of the SUV Ben tried to get inside and to the boy’s room, making it all the way to door before well, the unthinkable happened. The pain in his bladder was JUST too much and as the bathroom door opened, and out came Kevin, there was Ben, soaking his pants like a toddler.

A few things happened rapidly following Ben’s soaking. A) He started to howl like a banshee as tears flooded his eyes. B) Daddy showed up and tried to calm him down C) Kevin ran out to the SUV to get Ben a change of pants and D) The workers at the gas station grumbled about another little friggin brat pissing on the floor.

Changed and in dry pants and undies, Ben was sulking big time and almost crying, holding daddies hand as they went back out to the SUV, glaring at the stupid car seat. “I don’t want to go back in it. It’s that things fault I peed myself!” Ben whined, sounding like a toddler. “Well, buddy it’s the law… But you’re right. It is the reason you had your accident… ” Owen said and ruffled Ben’s hair. “Well, what if I get stuck again!?” Ben huffed. “We could always just go get some diapers for Ben.” Kevin spoke up making Ben turn and glare at him. “Kevin, I don’t thi-” Owen started. “Hear me out, Ben’s not wearing them cuz he’s a baby he’s just wearing them so no more accidents happen and going in a diaper is better than getting it everywhere.” Kevin said, holding his hands up. “No! I’m not gonna! You can make me! Right daddy!?” Ben huffed and turned to look at Owen, who.. Had a thoughtful look on his face. “…Oh, shit..” Ben muttered under his breath.

It’s quite possible that at some point, there had been someone who had a much louder fit, or who squirmed, kicked and fought every second of a diaper change, but somehow Owen doubted it. In the end, it took three warning swats to Ben’s butt to get the diaper on him, and another warning swat for Ben not to remove it. That wasn’t even mentioning the crying fit they’d put up with in the parking lot as Owen had been forced to send Kevin in to buy the diapers. (They’d had no less then 3 people come over, sure that Owen was assaulting Ben from the screaming, and Owen had been forced to explain the situation out.)

Not helping matters was apparently the only diapers the store had, had were the thicker overnight diapers, which meant that the crotch and butt of Ben’s red shorts bulged with the padding and if he lifted his arms up too high his white t-shirt rode up and showed the waistband of the diaper poking out the top of his shorts. (Kevin had tried to tell him he could just lose the shorts, and well, that went over about as well as you could expect.) Right now Ben was munching lightly on his third hotdog, having demanded one of Kevin’s two as payment for having to go through all of this.

(Though it had been pointed out he didn’t normally have this big of an appetite and he might be overloading his tummy) He was also slurping loudly so as to annoy Owen and Kevin with it. “You… Might wanna slow down there on the fluid intake Benny.” Kevin tried to offer. “That’s kinda what got you int-” Kevin trailed off as Ben glared at him and raised his drink as if he was gonna toss it at Kevin. “Orrrr not, go ahead, chug.” Kevin sad hastily.

It was another 15 minutes after Ben finished off the last of his food and his drink that some soft snoring was head from the back seat and Kevin and Owen smiled. “Heh, stuffed himself and conked out. He’s actually pretty cute like this… When he’s sleeping.” Kevin chuckled softly. “Well don’t get used to it. You know we’re not gonna keep him in diapers.” Owen said. “I know daddy and I wouldn’t wanna make him stay in them anyways. I’m just saying, he’s pretty freaking adorable… Again, while asleep.” “Yeahhh here’s hoping he stays conked out till we get to the apartment. I could really use a break from the fits.” Owen agreed.

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Westfield City adventures part two

Y’all ‘menber how i did part one of a story for a follow up to the white and crinkly christmas story? well here’s part two ^^

An hour later they were stuck in their first Westfield traffic jam, as the traffic inched along and Kevin fiddled with the radio, Ben finally woke up from his nap, hastily wiping drool off of his face with a blush. His diaper felt a little squishy in the front as he wiggled around praying that, that was just from sweat, groaning a little as his tummy gurgled and rumbled. “Hey Benny boy, welcome back to the land of the living. Have a good sleep?” Daddy called back to him. “Ngggh… Kinda… ” Ben grumbled and wiggled about in his seat, his bladder was what had apparently woken him, though he could feel a second need building up. “Where are we?” Ben asked, looking around, spotting all the cars around them. “Westfield, apparently no one thought to warn me about their traffic jams, at this rate, we’ll be in Westfield City in about 40 minutes.” Daddy said. “Uh… Anywhere we could pull over and let me use the bathroom at?” Ben asked, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry buddy, we’re stuck in the middle of this.” Daddy said and glanced back. “If you have to pee, just go ahead and do it. There’s enough room back there Kevin can scramble back and get the wet diaper off. You should be good after that till we get there. ” “I-I can hold it!” Ben sighed with exasperation and crossed his arms, missing Kevin rolling his eyes in the front seat. “Ben it’s not healthy to hold it for too long, why don’t you just go pee and then you can go commando for the rest of the trip?” Kevin asked, turning around in his seat to look at Ben. Ben opened his mouth to reply and instead a loud muffled wet fart was heard, and Ben’s cheeks went super red. “I… I might have to do more than just pee…” Ben said in a babyish tone, squirming in his seat. “Oh…” Kevin said and then unbuckled his seat belt and squirmed his way into the back seat, taking up a spot next to Ben who was squirming and farting more and more often. “Look, Benny, if you have to do that… Just do it. It’ll only be worse if you hold it… Maybe you can just let out a little and uh… I’ll change you and you can hold the rest till-” Kevin was saying, stroking Ben’s hair. He knew just how awful it felt to mess a diaper when you didn’t want to. Still, he wasn’t able to finish what he was saying because Ben shut his eyes tight, with a loud cry of “NOOOOOO!!”  and with a sick sounding fart, Benny coated and destroyed his diaper with a wave of poop. He must have been backed up too as Kevin could almost swear Ben lifted up in his seat, Kevin hugged Ben and stroked his hair even as the smell filled the SUV. Owen didn’t wanna announce to everyone that one of his boys was filling his diaper, but he wasn’t about to sit and smell that for the rest of the trip there so he HAD to open the windows, he noticed some kids giggling at Ben as they began to take notice of the smell and spotted him in his car seat. “I-I’m pooping a diaper?… I’m pooping MY diaper… I-I’m pooping!” Ben whimpered, tears in his eyes as he just gave in and let it all come out, barley aware that Kevin was there beside him hugging him and petting his head. “Shhh it’s Ok Benny, just let it all out, it’s okay.” He cooed. The shorts which hadn’t hidden the diaper at all, to begin with, gave up the fight as Ben loaded the diaper making it balloon out way too fast causing it to rip open at the seams, Ben’s stinky diaper was now on display to anyone that cared to look. Kevin didn’t seem to mind the smell though whether that was from his own stinky diaper experience or just from babysitting Alex and Justin, Owen wasn’t sure. After a good solid ten minutes of grunts and farts from the little stinker, Ben was apparently done and had zoned out a bit as he poked dumbly at his diaper. “You uh… Wanna change him now?” Owen called back to Kevin. “Can’t do that dad not with the load he’s made no wipes and using anther diaper to do it with this toxic muck… I’d get it all over the back seat.” Kevin said and pet Ben’s head. “O-Oh… well… ” “Come on daddy, you need to man up. If you keep making a fuss about the smell you’ll make poor Ben feel worse!” Kevin scolded the adult. “Heh… Yes, sir.” Owen chuckled and put a smile on his face. Though whew… Whatever Ben was eating, he wasn’t getting more of it. This was TOXIC! They were getting glares from the cars alongside them and windows were being rolled up, and all Owen could do was weakly wave sorry to the poor drivers who had their noses seared by the stench of Ben’s pampers. 15 LONG minutes later, they were able to get off of the main highway into Westfield City and finally came to a stop at the apartment in the parking lot. Kevin got sent to go and pick up the keys from the building manager as Owen came around to the backseat and got a good look at the damage and winced. It was clear to anyone who looked that Ben had loaded the overnight diapers, gone were all the ducky’s and sailboats and it’s once pure white color was stained a dirty brown. Ben’s eyes were semi-glazed over and he had a trail of drool going down his chin, dripping onto his shirt but he smiled around his thumb as Owen opened the back door and popped his thumb out of his mouth. “Da-da!” He cooed and held his arms out. “…Yeah buddy, da-da.” Owen said, figuring much like Kevin before him, the boy had retreated back into babyhood. Undoing the straps for the car seat and then getting back out of the SUV for a final deep gulp of semi-fresh air, Owen leaned back and picked up the little stinker who nuzzled into him, wiping drool on Owen and cooed softly. “Da da da da da…” Ben babbled and gurgled. Not trusting Ben to walk like this, Owen carried the little stinker over to the doors where Kevin met him (After locking the SUV up and having rolled up the windows… He’d have to go for a drive later and air the poor thing out.) Getting into the building, with a bag full of a change of clothes (And some more diapers in case it took Benny awhile to snap out of it) Owen was glad to be settling into the new life and sure that after today he’d be able to put all this diaper boy stuff behind him. Across the street from the parking lot was a playground where one young boy, by the name of James, had been watching with interest as the SUV had pulled in seeing an older boy getting out and heading for the office while the dad got out and headed for the back, James figured there was a baby in the backseat and waited to see the cute little guy or gal. What started out as a normal grin went to grinch levels however when he spotted the 7ish (maybe older) boy getting picked up and clearly in a destroyed diaper. Even though he was the only one on the playground at the moment, he felt the need to speak out loud. “I so freaking call dibs.” He said, loving the idea of having a little diaper dork to play with. After a few hours, Ben snapped out of baby mode (Though while under it he went through another two diapers and was eager to help get the apartment ready, and dispose of the diapers. A quick check with the local laws online (Once the computer was set up) showed that Benny didn’t need the car seat, though daddy insisted on keeping it at least for a little while just in case, promising to go and talk about the bylaw with the police the next day. Overall the boys were all settled in by bedtime, the apartment was looking good and Ben drifted off to sleep, having nightmares where he was just a big baby and would wake up in the middle of the night with a wet bed. Kevin had a perfectly fine sleep till Ben woke him up and they lo-key went and got the bedding washed and Kevin shared a bed with the little dork for the rest of the night. In the morning while having breakfast, Daddy mentioned that he had a lot to do today, and encouraged the boys to go out and make friends while he was gone. “This is stupid… I’m too old to be playing on a playground.” Ben huffed as they walked over to it. “…Dude your -8-. That’s a great age to be on the playground.” Kevin said, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever. I’m not putting up with any babies.” Ben huffed. “Wounded ego much?” Kevin teased and ruffled the little dork’s hair. “Ngggh whatever… Just don’t hang around me and make me look like a little baby.” Ben huffed and squirmed away, pointing at the other end of the park where he wanted Kevin to go. Kevin rolled his eyes. “Finnnne… But first, do you still have your keys to get back into the apartment?” he asked. “Nooo, I lost them in the five-minute walk from our apartment to over here dur a dur.” “…Smartass.” Walking off on his own Kevin made his way over to tree line, not because anything looked fun over there, but because he saw three boys trying to climb a tree while there was a sign by all the trees that were clearly marked ‘DO NOT CLIMB’. Now, he wasn’t trying to be a narc or anything, but he didn’t wanna see some kids getting in trouble either though as he got closer, he couldn’t help but feel as though he’d seen the three boys before. “Come on Mark, if you don’t make it up at least as high as Scotty did, you’re a total diaper baby!” The oldest of the three boys was taunting. next to him, presumably, Scotty, smirked and stuck out his tongue. “Yeah! you’re a diaper baby! Diaper baby, diaper baby!” The lil redhead was giggling like crazy. “Shut up! I’m gonna make it Higher than you did Keith!” the boy on the tree grumbled, struggling to get any higher as the bark on the tree was dead and kept crumbling. As Kevin got closer, he had a flashback and mentally groaned… It was the three brats from last Christmas, that had been at the gas station. For a second he toyed with just walking away but in the end, he decided to be responsible and kept moving in. “Hey, I don’t think you guys are supposed to be climbing that tree.” Kevin said Two of the boys turned around, looking at him while Mark, let out a yelp and fell out of the tree, landing on his butt. “Son of a-” He yelled then turned around. “Who the heck do you think you are, telling us what to do?” Keith asked, and puffed his chest up. “Yeah, what are you, a narc?” Scotty challenged, trying to puff his chest up like his big brother. “Look, guys, I’m not gonna snitch or anything, but these trees don’t look safe to climb and you don’t wanna get hurt do y-” “Holy heck! It’s the diaper baby!” Mark called out, still on his butt and pointing at Kevin. “What?” Keith asked. “Heyyy it is! It’s the gas station, diaper baby!” Scotty said excitedly and giggled. “Finally outta diapers or still bawling for your dadddddy?” The 8-year-old giggled like crazy. “…Look, guys, That was a one-time thing, and I’m trying to be nice here.” Kevin said, face flushing but he held his ground. “Yeah? Well, I think you need to go and find someone to change your diapies and leave us, big boys, alone.” Keith said and cracked some knuckles, sure that he could kick this diaper babies butt if he had to “Now you scamper off or we’ll tell EVERYONE about how you were in soggy Pampers!” Mark said, scrambling up finally, not noticing he had a brown stain on the back of his light blue shorts. Kevin sighed, and looked over the three boys, he was sure that BEN of all people could have taken on two of them himself… So he wasn’t worried about their tough-guy act. “Look, I’m TRYING to be nice here will you please just get away from the trees?” Kevin asked. “Make us!” Keith said and went to come in for a sucker punch. When he went to, because Scotty was over-eager, went to rush in too and ended up taking said punch to the side of his face, knocking him loopy and making him start to wet himself and fall down in his brother’s way so Keith tripped and smashed his face on the ground, sitting up quickly and grabbing his bloody nose, and starting to cry. “Muh… Muh nose! Ou bastard!” He sobbed. “Grrr, I’ll get him guys!” Mark called out and rushed over, with Kevin sidestepping him and then yanking him up by the back of his waistband. “Er, you know your messed yourself, little guy?” Kevin asked, holding the 9-year-old in the air and wedging him. “W-what? No, I didn’t! Put me doooown!” Mark huffed and Kevin shrugged and dropped him. He landed on his butt again and a loud gross fart was heard and if it had just been a wet fart before, Mark was clearly messing himself now. “I think you guys should go home.” Kevin said and put his hands in his pockets, then leaned down to the three dazed and beaten boys. “Or do you want me to actually start TRYING?” The boys gulped in unison, and still, sobbing Keith helped his smelly brother up. “This isn’t over! You’re gonna be sorry you messed with the Osweld brothers!” He promised as they headed back to the apartment building. Shaking his head, Kevin was surprised to hear clapping and turned around to see another boy, around his age there. “That was great man. Those little twerps are always trying to pick fights.” The other boy said then extended a hand. “Robbie Rogers.” Kevin smiled and took the handshaking it. “Kevin West, nice to meet you and… I wasn’t planning on hurting them or anything..” “Heh, I know, I saw the whole thing. Wish I’d recorded it. I could have put Benny hill music over it and killed it on YouTube.” “Pffft, nice.” At another part of the playground, still fuming over how horrible yesterday and last night had been, Ben brightened up as he saw some 5-year-olds playing in a sandbox, and the only other kid around seemed to be busy. ‘Time to have some fun, Ben style!’ He thought with a wicked grin and made a B-line for the two little boys. As his shadow fell over the lil guys, who were making forts for their toy soldiers, one of them looked up. “Do you wanna pway too?” The little blond asked with a lisp. “Yeah, sure! I’ll be the wrecking ball!” Ben said and getting on the edge of the sandbox he pulled back his foot to kick the poor kids fort down. Suddenly Ben felt himself lifted into the air, and not by the back of his shorts but by his SpongeBob briefs and he made a horrible mewing sound. “Tsk, that’s not very nice now is it?” James asked, being the one who had hoisted Ben up and was shaking a finger at him as the five-year-olds giggled. “Fank James! He’s a meaner!” The other boy said. “I think he’s just grumpy because he needs a nap.” James said and winked to the 5-year-olds, then bounced Ben. “Don’t you wanna say something to those boys?” he asked Ben. “S-Sorry!” Ben squeaked out. Setting Ben down on all fours James nodded. “I think you should follow me… And don’t stand up, unless you want me to carry you over to the swing sets by your undies.” James said, and started to walk, turning back to make sure Ben was following him, and of course… whistling the SpongeBob SquarePants theme. Ben fumed, but his undies were so far up his crack at the moment he could almost taste them, and ignoring the laughs from the little dorks he crawled on all fours behind James, his undies still sticking out of his pants as they got over by the swing set. “Now then, you wanna explain what that was all about? And where’s your diaper little man? You didn’t steal some other little guys undies did you?” James asked once they were thankfully out of earshot of the boys. “I-I don’t need diapers!” Ben huffed, getting on his knees and reaching back, to tug his wedgie out. “Really? Then that wasn’t you, in a super stinky diaper babbling and drooling yesterday in your dad’s arms?” “Y-You saw that?” Ben yelped, face flushing red and he whined. “Saw it…” James smirked and lied, waving a hand in front of his face. “I Smelled it! PU!” “I… Uh… Well, you see…” Ben whined super loud now and felt an overwhelming need to suck on his thumb. “-sigh- I’m sorry, where are my manners. I’m James, Your new daddy and your name is?…” James asked, sitting down in the dirt and tugging Ben into his lap. “My my what!? I have a daddy and I don’t need another one!” Ben yelped and squirmed, trying to break free and all that ended up doing was getting himself put over Jame’s lap and his butt swatted. “Clearly you need someone to be more hands-on, or you’d of known it’s rude not to introduce yourself.” James scolded. “And your name is?” And he swatted the brats butt again. “AH! Ben West!” “Well Ben, I think you and I should go back to your apartment. If you’re NOT a baby like you said, then I won’t find any diapers or anything like that there but if I do…” James trailed off. Ben, who knew he had tossed out the rest of the diapers, Nodded. “Fine! And after I prove I’m a big boy my big brother is gonna kick your ass!” Ben growled and yelped as his buns got another swat. Sure of himself and marching with pride, what little Benny DIDN’T know was that daddy had fished out the pack of diapers out of the trash, not seeing a point in wasting the money on them and knowing that Ben was bed-wetting again. So as Ben, so sure that there would be no proof of babyness in the apartment lead the way, he was going to end up showing James the still mostly full, but clearly some missing pack of diapers sitting on his bed.        

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This one is designed to let you customize your diaper punishment. You choose which rules will be applied and you decide which rules are removed once you are allowed to do so.

Depending on the severity of your punishment and your luck with the rolls, this roulette may last from about a week to several months. And the best part: you never know how long it will be till you can stop.

Be careful though. Some of the options may prove rather intense.

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Birthday Movie - The Complete Trilogy (NSFW 18+ Only)

Authors note: Hello everyone, I compiled each of the Birthday Movie stories here for easy access to the whole thing. If you’d like to view one in particular, each one is up on my blog separately. I want to thank you all for reading and liking my stories. I haven’t tried creative writing before and this has been a very validating and fun experience. You gave me the energy and inspiration to create this work. Shoutout to @paddedlittleparadise for reblogging my first story and helping me find an audience. Enjoy! 

***DISCLAIMER*** Everyone involved in this story is 18+ and is a consenting adult. 

My diapers crinkled loudly as I waddled through the door to my wife’s bedroom. It looked like she was just finishing up as I entered, applying a lascivious shade of red to her lips. I stood in the doorway, dressed in the dinosaur onesie she bought me for my last birthday with my teddy clutched tightly under my arm. It was my birthday and my wife/mommy had promised to get me an extra special present. I’d been beside myself with excitement all day, maintaining a strict regimen of extra good behavior as my thoughts filled with fantasies more suited to the big boy she let me be on very rare occasions. I even ate all the gross baby food she liked to feed me this morning without complaining. I glanced impatiently at the clock as she continued to work.

Finally, she looked away from what she was doing and noticed me, gracing me with a smile and drawing a twinge from my cage. “What’s wrong baby? Wet already?” she asked innocently, pretending not to notice my embarrassed blush.

“Of course not!” I pouted. “I just wanted to know when I was going to get my present. It’s already 6 and you always tuck me in at 7:30 so…” I drawled off, realizing I might be overstepping my bounds.

“Aww, don’t worry, baby.” She stood up and grabbed her purse off the nightstand. “Auntie Kaley should be here with your present any time now.”

I gripped my teddy nervously and shuffled, suddenly filled with dread. Kaley was my wife’s best friend, and she took special care to tease and humiliate me when she was over. She was slightly taller than average, with pert breasts and an ass she loved to show off, especially when she knew I was caged. The first time she babysat me I had gone to bed futilely rubbing at my caged member and wincing at the ache in my balls.   “You aren’t staying here?” I sniffled, hoping to win some sympathy and get her to change her mind.  

“Sorry, baby, Mommy made plans to go out with some friends.” She stepped up to me and hugged me close, nestling my head between her breasts.

I moaned and my trapped dick throbbed wildly in its prison as I inhaled her scent, a sweet mix of pheromones and spice. I squirmed and hugged my teddy tighter as I tried to restrain myself from trying to touch her breasts. The last time that had happened without permission, my punishment had left my bottom flaring red and stinging, covered in angry red heart-shaped marks from the paddle Mommy had bought for me last Valentine’s day.

The doorbell rang and she stepped back excitedly as I inwardly cringed. “Oh, that must be Kaley! Guess that means it’s time for me to leave.” She patted my butt with a soft thump. “You be good for Auntie. Bad little boys don’t get their birthday treats.”

I nodded quickly and squeaked out a hurried, “Yes, Mommy”. Soft crinkles followed me as I waddled behind Mommy to answer the door.

Mommy opened the door with a soft click and Kaley smiled brightly. “It’s so good to see you. You look amazing!”

It was true, I thought. Mommy was wearing a colorful low-cut blouse that highlighted the cleavage of her marvelous breasts and matching jeans that perfectly accentuated her curves. As if her perfect ass needed any more embellishment, she’d topped it off with a set of heels she’d bought last week that caused her to stand several inches taller and perfectly complemented her long legs. My cock dribbled uselessly through the cage as I stood behind her, wishing she would stay to play with me instead of with her friends.

“Thank you! I’ve been wanting to wear this top out for a while. I hope I don’t get hit on too much while I’m out,” Mommy said, giving me a wink. I blushed bright red and looked down. “Thanks for doing this, Kaley. I hope it’s not too much trouble.”

“None at all!” Kaley said. “I love it when I get to spend time with the widdle birthday boy.” She blew a kiss at me and smiled as I blushed and shuffled awkwardly.

“Before I head out, do you have everything?” Mommy asked.

Kaley shifted the satchel she was carrying over her shoulder and began to rummage through it. “Hmm, some bottles, diapers for the little peepee boy, of course—” I shrunk. “—baby powder, wipes, a paci for when he gets fussy… and some other stuff. Yep, looks like it’s all here!”

“I guess I’ll get going then. Have a good night, baby. I love you,” Mommy said, blowing me a kiss.

Despite my embarrassment, I gave her my best smile and clasped my hands behind my back, putting in every little ounce of effort I could into getting her to stay. “I wuv you too, Mommy.”

 Kaley smiled and closed the door as I heard the rumble of the car engine begin to fade. “Well, now that it’s just the two of us, how about I cook up some birthday boy dinner? Would you like that, little buddy?”

I mumbled grumpily and traced little circles into the soft fabric of the carpet, disappointed by my failed bid to keep Mommy from going out to do grown-up things. She’s probably going out to have drinks and go clubbing and stay up past 10 and do other stuff grown-ups get to do… I thought, pouting. Grown-up things that I hadn’t been allowed to do since the last time I had accumulated enough good boy stickers to be out of padding for a day. And that was months ago. It’s so unfair! It was almost impossible to earn enough big boy stickers nowadays. Mommy only gave them out for nigh impossible tasks like keeping my diaper dry for a whole night or lasting longer than a minute during release days, an effort becoming increasingly more difficult as my days in the cage got longer and release days came fewer and further between. Mommy wasn’t compleeeeetely mean, though. She also gave out good boy stickers for… other things… like humping my diapers in front of her friends when they came over. Squirmy, fluttery things, like keeping my buzzy plug on for the whole trip when we went out shopping and wearing my little clothes under my outfit for work. I usually tried to avoid those kinds of tasks, though, because they either ended with me burning red in shame or exhausted and sore. Usually, it ended up being a mix of both.

Kasey startled me from my brooding as she addressed me loudly, “Hey, I asked you what you wanted for dinner, squirt.”

I looked up to see Kasey squatting next to me, wearing a short black skirt that reveled her long tan legs and a stylish red top with a cut that just hinted at the carnal pleasures beneath.  “I unno…” I mumbled as I blushed and looked away.

“Aww,” she teased, “is somebody upset his wife went out to do big girl things and left him with the big scawy babysittur?” She ruffled my hair playfully. “I was thinking about some birthday boy mac and cheese. How does that sound, sweetie?”

“Mac and cheese!?” I replied, perking up at the mention of big boy food. My wife always made my favorite mac’n cheese whenever she decided I deserved a little treat, usually saying it was ‘because I was just so darn cute’. “Can it be the ones with the dinosaurs in it?” I asked excitedly.

“What other kind of birthday boy mac and cheese is there?” Kasey said with a laugh. “Want to come and help me make it?”

“Okay! I’m really good at stirring the cheese!” I said happily, lurching up awkwardly as the bulk of my diaper resisted my movements.

Kasey giggled and helped me up, patting my bum affectionately. “I bet you are, sweetheart!”

I waddled to the kitchen and leapt up to one of the stools at the bar with a soft thump as Kasey began boiling the water.

“You stay there ‘til the cheese is ready to be stirred in, okay? We wouldn’t want Mommy’s precious boy to get bit by mean Mr. Stove,” she said smiling.

I squirmed a little in my seat. When I had told my wife about my desires two years ago, cooking privileges had been one of the first things to go. I was still allowed to hold and stir things, but cooking with the stove or oven was strictly off-limits to little boys according to my new mommy. The prehistoric pasta tinkled softly into the pot as I swung my legs and gripped my seat in anticipation. Kasey finished with her work and turned towards me, leaning over the counter and offering me a scandalous view of her cleavage. Eyes widening, I felt my cock swell against the walls of its plastic prison as I bit my lip in frustration. Kasey loved to tease me like this when she was over, taunting me with the promise of pleasures beyond the confines of my crinkly padding.

“Ooooh, what’s the matter, sweetie? Do you like what you see?” she purred, gently pulling the fabric of her shirt down with an elegant, manicured finger.

I blushed hotly and gripped the edges of the seat even harder as I began to squirm uncomfortably. Mommy hadn’t let me have release, let alone an erection, in so long… my balls ached and I began to emit pathetic whining noises as Kasey’s teasing revealed the soft fabric of her lace bra. She quickly covered herself up and booped me on the nose.

“Oops! Sorry sweetie, the rest is for big boys, and… well, I don’t think I need to explain any further.” She smiled sweetly, a sharp counterpoint to the agony of discontent in my swollen testicles and dripping cage. “Here, I know what will cheer you up!” She quickstepped to the fridge, opening it and bending over, flashing me another exciting view as a faint glimpse of her pantied ass peeked through the skirt.

I squirmed harder in my seat and began rubbing fruitlessly at the crotch of my diaper, desperate for any sensation at all to quell the throbbing in my cage.

Kasey stood back up with a bottle of milk in hand and sauntered back towards me, a devilish grin on her face. “Does Mommy’s little boy want his bottle?” she asked.

I nodded vigorously and began to hump the seat of the chair.

“Ohh, someone is excited for his milkies!” she said in mock delight. She leaned over the counter again and pulled back her blouse, again giving me what I both craved and feared. She began rubbing the tip of the bottle on her breasts, making soft sounds of satisfaction that set my heart to racing and tested the limits of my cage. “Does wittle baby want his milk?” she cooed, dribbling a droplet of milk from the bottle onto her chest. I watched in rapture as the drop disappeared into the abyss between her glorious mounds, irrationally wishing I could trade places with it so that I too could see and feel the secrets beneath. Just as I nodded stupidly and began to lean forward, she abruptly popped the rubber nipple into my mouth and skipped back to the hallway. “I already told you, silly baby, those are for big boys. Now be good and drink your bottle while auntie Kaley goes and gets some things from the car, ‘kay?”

Glumly, I nodded and began to suck.  

 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 into the padding, 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!”

I am big mommy… I smiled weakly and suckled on my paci as I fell asleep to the lullaby of my wife’s satisfied moans. Mommy’s big boy.

[whateatme]

Looks like a messy storm formed in my diaper. Better clean up on the poop deck!

[whateatme]

big mess💓