ABDL505Love

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[childlikefuckup]

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[adultbabystories]

Sitting on the floor, next to his feet, your eyes looking up to his. He is sitting in his brown armchair, the one you know you are not allowed to sit in. He looks down at you, silent, letting you take it all in. Moments ago he had stripped you from the clothes you were wearing, and now you are on the floor to his feet, naked, waiting. You’ve been to this kind of rodeo before, once. You and he went out somewhere and you had a few more drinks than you should have. Bad words slipped out from your mouth that night and the next morning you found yourself waking up in a wet bed. Now when you look up, you see the paddle and the diaper again. You know how that paddle feels on your ass, how can it make you cry. You know how that diaper feels when touching your sore-creamed butt cheeks. Being spanked and diapered keeps you inline, sorted, like a good boy. Last time, he forced you to call him “Daddy” for a whole week. A week of diaper discipline, a week of behavior correction. 

Within that week, you’ve discovered the feeling of being cared for. You loved that daddy took care of you, guided you, changed you, fed you, tucked you in for bedtime. You loved to be a boy to your new daddy. The boy’s place in the house was perfect for you, and daddy made sure you’ll know it was more than just discipline. You enjoyed that week so much but you were too embarrassed to tell daddy. A year has passed since then. On the floor, naked, daddy with the paddle and diaper in his hands, again. You know you acted up last night. You know he, daddy, is right. You know you are going to be daddy’s good boy again, you’ll have no choice. Your plan to be his boy again worked.

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@amster-daddy​ knows how to correct a misbehaving boy. 

[abenjaminbutton]

True story bro 😎

[rosaletson]

Reblog the rules and regulations for abdl babies and abdl sissies so that other babies can knows the rules and regulations of the abdl

[wesleybracken]

[pantiesandpamperssissy]

A very, very, very, very, very, very tiny part of Kathy felt bad for Steven as she stared at the photo attachment that just arrived in her email.

The part that remembered seeing him for the first time at that frat party. He was so smart, and funny. The part that remembered how fun he was to be around. The part that remembered how fun their wedding was.

But every other part of her? Savored every delicious aspect of the ludicrous photo. Fucking small-dicked perverted diaper faggot deserved this. Period. For years she’d put up with his tiny dick and his inability to remain hard during sex. She couldn’t even give him a blowjob without it staying soft. Then one day she found out what he was really into and it certainly wasn’t pussy: Diapers. Humiliation. Bondage. And paying dominatraxes to treat him like an adult baby. It was revolting and she was enraged, especially because she was the bread winner and it was her money going to the dommes.

So she slowly plotted her revenge, with help from her mom, who was equally revolted by her son-in-law. Finally they found a dominant daddy, a master, who said he could take her husband off her hands. “Disappear him for good and turn him into what he thinks he wants but in a much worse way.”

Money was exchanged. Promises made. And then one day…he was just gone. The paper trail made it seem like he’d run off with another woman overseas. Instead he was the permanent baby slave of a cruel man. Kept in diapers 24/7. Babified. Caged, cribbed, spanked, regressed, pacified, forced incontinence. And best of all, turned into a cocksucking queen who got ass-fucked on a nightly basis as well. He’d never see sunlight again. He’d know nothing but diapers and punishment and cock. She now looked at the latest pic and saw the hope had drained from his eyes. He looked like a puzzled, diapered piece of cattle. He must know his fate now, even if his mind was starting to lose its bearings. Eventually he probably wouldn’t even remember her, would just know his poopy Pampers and his master. She deleted the pic per the master’s instructions, but the memory was already seared in her mind and would provide useful during that night’s masturbation session with her vibrator. Poor baby.

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

So this is the story that I just answered a question about. Found it! A good one, lol.

[little-baby-bubblegum]

Never be ashamed of you.

No matter what your reason is for age regressing and/or wearing diapers. Enjoy being who you are and never let anyone make you feel inadiquate because of it.

It is NOT okay to bully others and especially not for their kinks, coping mechanisms or illnesses (physical/ mental)

Remember you have no idea why someone is wearing or regressing.

Always be kind.

Reblog if you agree!

[magical-girl-kyra]

Could you do me a favor?

If you feel that there is nothing wrong with being an adult baby, if enjoying wearing diapers doesn’t make you a freak, if it’s not weird or abnormal to find happiness in acting like an infant or toddler.

If you agree with all that, could you pretty please reblog this?

Thank you ^_^

[daddymatty-1717]

💚👨‍👦💙

[babyfox32-deactivated20250210]

Seriously people, if you don't get mdlb, abdl - scroll on. Don't be a twat.

Some adults wear diapers because...

✨it brings comfort

✨actual incontinence, it's a part of life

✨ Coping mechanism

✨ Feeling safe & protected

✨ love the feeling of the material

✨ decrease anxiety

✨ let go of responsibilities temporarily

✨ Can be a part of OCD

✨ Healing from negative childhood experiences - rejection/punishment/guilt from parental figures.

And please, feel free to add on why you wear as well.

Just because you may not understand, doesn't give you a right to judge something that is harmless and consensual between two adults, or even just the person themselves.

They are fully capable, responsible adults carrying out normal, daily adult responsibilities.

As a CG but also girlfriend, I'm a safe space for my partner, where he is free to be himself. So we make it fun together, because we are ADULTS.

So kindly, fuck off with your hate 🥰

[shortpint]

[b-i-n-k-i-e-deactivated20240318]

ATTENTION ALL LITTLES WHO WANT TO MAKE FRIENDS! 🎀🍼😋

reblog this post to find friends and help other littles find friends too! 

[mommyandthemunchkin]

I’m always open to making new friends! 🤗❤️

[adultbabystories]

The big presentation

Yesterday was the most humiliating day in my life.

My boss had ordered me to create a presentation for our big CEO. I worked my ass off for a month to collect all the data and analyze it. My boss wanted the presentation to be amazing and between the lines, I figured my promotion was on the line. A week before the big day, my boss and I worked on the data together to make it perfect. We drank so much coffee and energy drinks, day and night. I had to pee frequently, more than I used to. Even my boss noticed I was going to the bathroom a lot and joked about it and said maybe I should wear a diaper until we’ll finish it. We practiced the presentation and the whole thing took about thirty minutes. It felt like we nailed it.

The big day arrived. I was so nervous. We didn’t sleep the night before and prepared the things we needed for the meeting. Ten minutes before the meeting had started, I went to take a piss, so I wouldn’t have to walk out during the meeting. I washed my hands and walked into the conference room. It was fucking freezing in there. Apparently, the CEO liked it cold. We sat there, me and my boss, waiting for him. Pressure started building in my bladder. The CEO had arrived with his entourage, sitting on the other side of the table in front of us. It was so cold, cold makes me want to pee so bad. The CEO started talking about the company’s goals for the year and about why he wanted my boss to analyze the data for him. My boss nodded and agreed, saying we were happy to contribute to the company’s success. I had to pee but I hoped we’ll start in a minute or two, so I sat there. My boss got up and started to explain to the CEO using a PowerPoint presentation how we collected the data. My job was to talk right after and explain the conclusions. I squeezed my legs together, I couldn’t stand the thought I’ll need to talk for ten minutes standing up. It was my turn in a few seconds, I couldn’t get out. My boss said my name and I got up, barely walking. He saw my face and figured something was wrong. I presented myself and started talking and explaining what the data meant. In the heat of the subject, I forgot about my bladder and killed it. I saw a smile over the CEO’s face and over my boss’s. It all clicked. I was done in ten minutes and the CEO clapped in content, his entourage followed. He walked up to me, shook my hand, and wrapped his other arm around me.

“You did a great job” he said and jokingly punched my stomach.

I flinched and took a step back. In a single moment, my bladder had a sharp pain and was released right there in the conference room while the CEO was holding me. A dark wet spot started to appear on my jeans, growing larger and larger, down my legs, to my shoes and the floor. I tried to stop the flow but I just couldn’t. The CEO’s entrouge went silent while one of them laughed loudly for a second. The CEO took a step back, looked down then up, and said -

“I knew I make people nervous, but you didn’t have to be that nervous son”

My face turned all red while I was looking down. I never felt so embarrassed.

My boss looked at me, shaking his head, and said quietly to himself -

“I told him he needed a diaper”

[lilboychamp-deactivated20221030]

If you were my baby...part II

You slowly wake up to the feel of Daddy untaping and changing your wet and messy diaper. You don’t even remember going before bed…you must have gone in your sleep. Aww, hello sleepy head, I see my little man is finally getting up! What’s a matter, you look surprised to be here. Did you you dream that you went back to your grown up life after your little three day visit?

Suddenly it all comes back to you and you remember the events of the past few days as you were regressed by Daddy. Made to dress like a baby, eat like a baby, even to use your diapers like a baby. But this was only supposed to be a short one time visit. You’re confused.

Silly baby, you didn’t really think I’d let you go back to your big boy life, did you? Daddy knows why you came to him, and he aims to give you what you truly desire, even if you aren’t willing to do it on your own. After all, Daddy knows best! You don’t want your big boy pants back. You want to be back in diapers for good, and never have to worry your little head about big boy things again. You want Daddy to take care of everything, and make all the decisions. That’s why you came here, isn’t it baby? No need to try to answer, baby. You can’t talk anyway with that binkie in your mouth. But don’t worry, Daddy understands you. And he knows just what you need. This is your home now and forever, with Daddy.

You begin to panic, thinking of what living with Daddy would really mean. What about your job? What about your friends and family? How are you going to hide your diapers when you see them if you’re not allowed big boy pants? Daddy finishes the last tape, and gives you a raspberry on the tummy, bringing you back to the present moment.

Yes, little one, you sure are a cutie pie. Let’s get you downstairs for breakfast.

And with that, Daddy picks you up off the changing table and carries you down to the kitchen, where he plops you in your favorite high chair, and straps you in, with the tray down. No use trying to get out, you’ve tried it before and all that does is get your little hands and feet put into the high chair restraints. But you’re a good boy so Daddy almost never has to use them. Daddy finishes making a big bowl of his special oatmeal for you, and brings it over, making you play the airplane game again. After you finish, he hands you an extra big bottle of milk, and sits down to a nice breakfast of pancakes. Oh how you miss big boy food, but you know that no amount of crying will get you anything but mush, so you content yourself with the big bottle of sweet milk. After he finishes his meal and puts away the dishes, Daddy takes the empty bottle and wipes off your face with the bib. He picks you up and burps you, and brings you upstairs to dress you. He chats, picking out a cute Barney shirt and a pair of shortalls with snaps that do nothing to hide the diaper, which bulges in front and peeks through the leg and button holes. He continues his talk as he puts a colorful velcro shoe on each foot, and you slowly realize what is happening as his words hit you.

Daddy has a special treat for you today, little one, yes he does! We’re going to go to the park! Won’t that be fun? What’s wrong baby? Are you going to cry? Aww, don’t be scared. Daddy’s here. Daddy knows that you want your baby side to take over, and  that means you have to get over your bashfulness about your big baby status. You’ll never become a full baby if you play it safe and just hide it like you always have. This is your new life now, and you’ve got to accept that everyone is going to find out that you’re a big baby sooner or later. No more secrets, little one. I think it’s time everyone got to appreciate your cuteness. Don’t you think so?

You try to argue, you even stamp your feet, but Daddy won’t listen. It quickly devolves into a full on tantrum with you, once a full grown adult banging your fists on the floor and yelling. Daddy puts a swift end to your disobedience, and spanks all the fight out of you, leaving you red faced and spent. You go limp as he carries you downstairs and sets you down in the waiting stroller, locking the belt down at your crotch where you feel it pressing the thick bulk your your diaper firmly, and securely against your body.

He makes sure your paci is secured to your Barney shirt with a matching Barney clip, and pops the paci in your mouth, warning you not to spit it out, or else. Then he hands you your favorite plushie and grabs the diaper bag which he prepared while you were asleep, checking everything one last time to be sure you have everything. It seems to take forever, like a slow countdown to your doom, but you know there’s nothing you can do about it now. He’s in complete control. As Daddy wheels you toward the door, you begin to panic. You can’t believe people are going to see you like this. You fumble at the restraints pulling at the straps across your chest, and pushing at the buttons at your crotch but to no avail. They are baby proof. Daddy chuckles at your efforts, and tweaks your pacifier. Daddy has packed your diaper bag full of supplies – your bottle, your bib, some baby snacks, and a few diapers just in case. It’s hanging on the stroller handle, in all its glory, and if the baby prints all over the bag weren’t enough to tell people exactly what the bag was for, the oversized toddler right beside it will leave little room for doubt. Daddy pushes you out into the big wide world, and you hold your breath as you feel the sun hit your skin. You open your eyes. The world has not stopped. It’s still a sunny day, and you are still moving forward. But to where? Daddy pushes you down the sidewalk and soon you see a couple of joggers approaching. They slow as they approach and you tense up fearing the worst.

The male jogger is a handsome tan athletic looking man in a skin tight blue running outfit and you blush as you catch yourself staring. You blush even harder remembering how you are dressed. He tells daddy how adorable he thinks you are and asks how old. Daddy replies, calling you his special little guy. His partner, a curvy young woman in a matching blue outfit, also things you’re adorable and asks how long he’s had you. Daddy says he just adopted, and explains how you weren’t cut out for adulting, and he had to take charge. Since you can’t argue with a paci in your mouth, you try pouting, but Daddy tickles your little belly and you giggle despite yourself. The couple seem to agree that this was the best course of action, and congratulate Daddy on a job well done. Before they go, they ask to take a picture with you two, and Daddy agrees. He even tells them your names so they can tag you in the photos. They do just that, as you watch in horror. You feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you realize that you’ve just been outed to everyone you know. But more humiliation is on the way, as you and Daddy come up to a convenience store.

Daddy unstraps you from the stroller and leads you inside the store, where you suddenly feel like everyone is staring at you. But fear gives way to excitement as Daddy pops out your paci and lets you pick out a candy while he gets himself a drink. It’s the first time since you arrived that you’ve gotten to pick something yourself, and you pick out  an atomic fireball. Daddy isn’t sure that’s the best idea. It’s pretty hot. He asks if you’re sure you can handle it. You put on a brave face and say you can handle anything because you’re a big kid. Daddy just chuckles, whatever you say little one, and you pop it into your mouth. You last about 10 seconds before you spit it out and begin to cry. Daddy quickly carries you out of the store and pulls out your bottle of milk and gives it to you. You suck on the bottle til it’s all gone, dousing the flames of the spicy candy, and Daddy is there to wipe away your tears and snot when you are finished, and strap you back into the stroller. Poor baby, Daddy knew that he shouldn’t give you any big boy snacks. From now on it’s safe bland baby food. You cry as you realize more and more of your adult privileges have been taken away for good, including all the things you used to enjoy. Porn, alcohol, tobacco, even solid foods have been removed from your diet. You are still counting all the things that you are no longer allowed to have when you arrive. You know you have arrived because Daddy is finally unlocking the restraints, reaching between your legs to activate the release. You realize that Daddy has taken you to a park with a gigantic playground, and as he picks you up, you realize that he expects you to PLAY on that playground. You don’t feel like you can, but Daddy grabs your hand and leads you over to the swings. He plops you down in one of the swing seats that has holes for the legs. You manage to squeeze in, just barely, and you feel rather silly with your tummy bulging out over the top, but Daddy doesn’t seem to care. He beams proudly and asks you if you wanna go high. He pushes you and you go higher and higher. Wheeeee, you yell, at the excitement of going up and down in the swing. Higher and higher you go, and the playground looks so small below everytime you come to the top of your arc. You see a teeter totter, and a sandbox, and even a spinny thing that Daddy could spin til you fell off! And you can’t wait to play on all of them!  And soon you do, forgetting that you ever were a big kid. Little do you know, Daddy is secretly recording you in your unbridled joy as you toddle all around the playground. He posts the videos to facebook, tagging you in all of them, explaining your new lifestyle decision, and your wall fills with responses from surprised friends and family.

After a while, Daddy pulls you aside and checks your diaper. You’re soaked and messy – when did that happen? Daddy will have to fix that, or your diaper is liable to split right down the middle. He lays out a picnic blanked on the grass, and plops you on it. You protest at the lack of privacy, but he just puts his hand on your chest and pushes, sending you down on your back. Before you know it, he’s got your legs, and he’s pulling them up above your head, putting another diaper beneath you. He knows that he can’t take your diaper off in public, but he can certainly put another one on, so he slices a slit down the length of your soaked diaper, and pulls it open, before securing the outer diaper over it. He leaves the shortalls off, since they’ll never fit over the massive diaper, and you are left in just your Barney shirt. You can barely close your legs now, and you’ve got a serious waddle, so Daddy picks you up and puts you on the springy horse, for one last cute video. You realize now that he’s recording you, along with quite a few other people in the park, and you quickly try to cover your face as you notice for the first time that you’ve attracted an audience. Unfortunately, you have to let go of the handles to do so, and you fall off the horsie and onto your bum on the sand. Instantly, you begin to wail, and Daddy rushes up to comfort you. By the end of the night, this little episode will go viral on youtube, and you’ll be forever known as the world’s biggest baby. But you’ll never know because babies don’t get to use the internet.

You’re obviously long overdue for a nap, so Daddy straps you back into the stroller, readjusting for the added bulge, and brings you back home, where it’s straight into the crib. After your nap, Daddy takes off that yucky diaper and gives you a nice bubble bath, and lets you play with your toys in the bathtub while he shampoos your head and makes silly hats on your head from the bubbles. As scared as you were, nothing bad happened today, and your little toddler mind forgot about all your fears once you started having fun. Daddy knows you’ll take to your new life just fine, now that there is nothing left to hide, and he tells you how proud he is of his little baby. You’re tucked in once more and Daddy wonders if he should ever let you make cummies again. You’re probably too little for that anyway.  As you drift off to sleep you feel completely comfortable, knowing that this is your new life, and you’ll never ever have to be a grown up again.

[daddysdiaperman]

😈

[lilmamabeyellin]

[slave-josephine]

[khryssieluvs-blog]

Exactly 💯 so funny how upset they get when we call them out.

[phheels]

So go fuck your self if that’s what you are looking for!!!!!!!!!! Get a real job you lazy fucken bitches !!!

[sissybabydanielle]

LOUDER FOR THE MORONS IN THE BACK!!!!!!

[diaperdlittledude-deactivated20]

Where are all my ABDLs who…

Were born this way? Or…

Developed it from being diapered as a kid?

Were put in diapers as a baby but never feel you really left them?

Stole diapers from the babysitter?

Wondered as a young kid why the hell do I want to wear diapers?

Taped baby diapers together so they’d fit?

Ordered goodnites samples in the mail and intercepted them before your family?

Got driver’s license and were terrified to buy your first, second, third and every pack of the pharmacy depends or attends?

Would visit ABY.com and dailydiapers.com every day?

Would have to find creative places, sometimes outside, to store your diapers?

Would get disgusted that you were into such a strange thing and threw away everything?

Struggled with how the hell do I tell a partner that I like to wear diapers and struggle with explaining why?

Have had a partner throw it in your face during an argument?

Wish that there was more research in this area so we have something, anything tangible to prove our normalcy?

Don’t necessarily view it as a sexual kink or fetish?

Being ABDL was never an easy road. You are not alone.

[miniaturedelusiontimemachine]

Hit my feelings hard. Most of above…!

[sweet-desires]

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[lacimarie]

[crinklyfantasies]

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.