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Oh come on Greg I can explain!
Get Your Stuff (2000)
Bath time. Mmmmmmm.
I thought I could hold it…
Did you have fun today? MESSAGE ME
Someday
You could be working at your desk, and out of the corner of your eye you would be watching me on a playmat in our living room.
I’d be wearing nothing but a tshirt of yours or a babyish onesie, and an incredibly wet, swollen diaper pushing my legs apart. I’d have a stuffie or a blanket shoved between my legs, with my sucky toy in my diaper and my hands locked into helpless little mittens.
And I’d be rocking my hips mindlessly, rhythmically, until I hit a groove and surge forward, accidentally wetting my diaper more. I’d go right back to it, making tiny whimper sounds you’d have to take off a headphone to hear.
Eventually my eyes would glaze, my mouth would drop open, and my body would stiffen as I came all over the toy stuck in my diaper. I’d helplessly flood my padding past its capacity, leaving a puddle beneath me... but that’s what my playmat’s for!
I’d look around innocently until I lock eyes with you, but you’d tell me I have to play quietly on my mat a while longer, until you finish doing your Daddy work. Then I can finally have a change — because of course, the only time I get Daddy’s cock is on my changing table.
This playboy bunny was never any good at refilling drinks, so now she's refilling diapers 💕
Spit b1tches 💦
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"How do I get him to drink it without putting up much of a fuss? Because he knows if he doesn't finish every last drop, he doesn't get his dirty diaper changed. It doesn't matter what I put in there. Formula, prunes, kale, or even my boyfriend's cum, he'll suck it all down because he knows if he doesn't, his ass is going to be red from a rash and from my hairbrush!"
Sissy was sure he'd found the most important of all the eggs! The one with the keys to the cage that's locked between his legs. Listen to how it rattles when you shake it about. Can there really be any doubt? He thought it was another one of the grown-up's lies - but here it is, right before his very eyes. Silly little Sissy is sure today's the fabled day - the one when his impervious pink prison is unlocked and maybe thrown away! Imagine his surprise when he sees - that this special egg has two sets of keys! Can you hear the diapered lil' dolly whimper and holler? Yes, oh yes, the other keys are for a new cage, one that's much smaller! Mommy and Daddy smile from ear to ear, knowing that this Easter tradition will continue year after year!
“You see?” She said as she swung the door open, “this is my husband!”
I don’t know exactly what I expected to see, but it certainly wasn’t this. It wasn’t until our 4th date that she disclosed to me that she was married. “But, trust me,” she’d said as she’d slipped the condom over my dick that night, “you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
My jaw hung open as I stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. I’d never seen a…man(?)…look so bizarre and, honestly, pitiful.
“Why the fuck are you not curtsying??” She seethed in a voice I’d never heard her use.
The little sissy jumped, startled, cringing and squinting his eyes like a puppy expecting to get smacked. “I’m sowwy mithwess!!” He squeaked around the pacifier (?) in his mouth. His shaking fingers fumbled for the frilly hems of that ridiculous skirt, tugging it upwards, kicking his leg behind him, and dipping into a low bow. It was honestly a little impressive for being on the steps of stairs. “Hello shurr” he said to me, seeming to shrink in my shadow.
“Come here,” she snapped, “let me check your diaper.”
Diaper?? The thought barely had time to register before the sissy scampered forward, face turning a rosy red, eyes darting back and forth between mine and trying to avoid my curious gaze. He still had his skirt in his hands, raising it high so that she could grip the little polka dot panties and pull them down to his ankles.
It was the biggest diaper I’d ever seen, pink and white, decorated with little unicorns and princesses and mermaids, but it was also plump. A yellow tint shading the swollen padding between the sissy’s perfectly shaved, quivering legs.
Her hands gripped it roughly, making the sissy whimper. “Hmm, it’s still warm! Did somewon just wet themselves when the big scarewy man came in??”
The sissy’s face screwed up, and he didn’t argue, just blushed even further. She spun him around , bent him forward slightly, and crooked a finger into the waistband of his diaper, pulling it back and taking a peek inside. “Did you go poo poo’s??” She asked in a patronizing voice.
Poo poo’s?? This whole thing was so bizarre, but surely this full grown man didn’t shit himself.
His pigtails flapped around as he shook his head back and forth. “No poo poo’ths Mommy!!” He whined, “no poo poo’sth!”
“You better fucking not while Mr. Brandon is here! Do you hear me??” She growled, “otherwise you won’t be sitting for a week! Do you need to be plugged?”
“No Mithwiss!!” The sissy cried. “No pwug! I’ll be good! No poo poo’s!!”
That seemed to satisfy her. She stood him up straight and let him release his skirt. “Good girl. Now you will stay out of our way, and you will not speak unless spoken to or called upon, do you understand me?!”
“Yes Mithwiss!”
She looked back at me for the first time in a while, dropping all of her previous austerity, and smiling at me sweetly. “Ready?”
Still dumbfounded, I finally nodded. She took my hand, leading me up the stairs as the sissy shuffled out of the way, his panties still around his ankles.
“Do you like blowjobs?” She asked as we climbed the stairs, sissy slowly crawling up behind us, “my husband is great at them, he’s quite the little fluffer!”
My dick was rock hard before we even made it to the bedroom.