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18+ NSFW blog for DLs, ABDLs, LBs, LGs, CG/L's, sissies and their caretakers/doms. Hello everyone! I’m CrinklyFantasies, I am a 24 year old male Daddy/LB/sissy switch that enjoys memes, playing video games, and being diapered by, and domming, my girlfriend/mommy. I’ve been a lurker in the community for a while and don’t have much experience interacting with the little/dl/abdl/dom community but I’ve been wanting to write stories on my fantasies for a while now, and I figured now is as good a time as any. I look forward to being a part of the a community and hope to write entertaining stories for dommes and their squirmy littles.
***Disclaimer*** The people depicted in the images, captions, and stories in the following post are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older CLICK AWAY NOW.
Author’s Note: I figured it was about time I put up an index for my stories before I have too many. I haven’t included links for my untitled captions yet or marked the shorter captions vs the longer stories, but stay tuned for those. Posts that are marked SFW are the only ones that are well... SFW, Lol. Everything else is dirty kinky stuff. Anyway, thank you all for reading my stories. I hope this index makes your road through the kink just a bit smoother.
Pretty Kitty: Ddlg, Regression, Pet Play
Momma: MDLB, Regression, Hypnosis, Messing
An Unexpected Present Pt.1: Humiliation, DDLG, Forced Regression
Naughty: Bondage, Toys, DDLG
Measured and Wanting: Sissy, Femdom, Gay
Drip: Sissy, Humiliation, Cuckolding
The Sissy Baby Alphabet: Sissy, Humiliation, MDLB
A Little Mystery: Ddlg, SFW, Regression
Tricked and Treated: Gay, Public Humiliation, Messing, DDLB
A Brat’s Story: Anal, Regression, DDLG
Bubbly Dreams: Chastity, Messing, MDLB
Changes: DDLG, Horror, Werewolf
Brunch Brat: Lesbian, Public Humiliation, Toys
Not Quite That Big: Brat, Regression, DDLG
The Patient: Lesbian, MDLG, Forced Regression
Witch Way to Run?: Gender Bender, MDLG, Forced Regression
Just a Little Love story: DDLG, Vanilla, Regression
Security Check (and a Scare!) Pt.02: MDLB, Public Humiliation, FLR
Security Check (and Change): MDLB, Public Humiliation, Chastity
Acceptance: SFW, MDLB
25 Going on 2: DDLG, Bondage, Toys, Messing
Office Mommy: Sissy, Cuckold, Humiliation
Wishful Thinking: Sissy, Bimbofication, Bi
Daddy’s “Very” Big Girl: DDLG, Messing, Toys, Regression
Magic: DDLG, Vanilla
The Quean: MDLG, Cuckquean, Toys
Are You Ready to Grow Up?: Mommy, Humiliation, Forced Regression
Boys who get hard when you pin them down! Boys who moan when you call them names!!Boys who beg for more when they can barely handle what they’re already given!!!
Disclaimer: These are NOT my images. All credit belongs to @akinkycouple
The girl turned just as we opened the door. Her face was absolutely priceless. Dumb incomprehension quickly turned to a wonderful red shade of embarrassment.
"Uhhh, what?" My friend, Lindsey asked, echoing similar confused exclamations from Olivia and Trisha, the other two friends I'd invited over.
"What?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Oh, her." I said, following their confused stares. "That's just my maid. Don't mind her."
The girl somehow flushed an even deeper shade of red. The fat pink pacifier filling her mouth started bobbing as the distressed girl pathetically tried to soothe herself.
Ignoring the follow-up questions, I click-clacked away in my high heels to take a seat in one of the kitchen barstools. I set my purse on the counter and sighed. "Ugh, that feels so much better. These stupid heels have been killing me for like an hour," I complained.
"Seriously, Liz, who is this chick?" Olivia asked, not buying it and clearly annoyed by my evasive attitude. "And why is she sucking on a big ass pacifier?"
I shrugged. "Because she likes it. Oh, and her name is Bethany." I said, as if that explained everything.
"What do you mean she likes it?" Trisha asked. "Is she like, uhhh, slow or something?"
I laughed. "No, no nothing like that. I mean little Bethany here liiiikes it." I said in a sultry tone, staring directly at the shivering woman.
Lindsey gasped. "Wait, you mean like... like that kind of like?"
"You mean she gets off on this shit?" Olivia laughed, blunt as always.
We all turned to look as Bethany whimpered loudly. She was shifting from foot to foot, sucking so hard now that a soft "nuk-nuk" noise could be heard across the room.
I smiled. This was going even better than I'd hoped. "Take a wild guess."
"Ew," Lindsey said.
Trisha chimed in. "You still haven't told us who she is though."
"Yeah!" Olivia exclaimed. "Does Ryan know about her," she asked incredulously.
I laughed at that. As if there was any way my new fiance COULDN'T know about Bethany. "Oh, trust me, he knows all about Baby Bethany here, isn't that right, sweetie?"
The girl just shut her eyes and clutched at her frilly maid's dress, rooted in place.
"Ok, so what, she's like, your sex slave or something?"
"Oh, she wishes," I laughed. "No no, technically though, I guess she's kind of like Ryan's ex."
Bethany let out another whimper and sniffled loudly.
"This just keeps getting weirder," Lindsey murmured.
"Define 'kind of'", Trisha said, intrigued.
"Well, Ryan was dating her for like a year or something before he started working at my place. I mean obviously we hit it off on day one and he eventually comes up to me and asks for some “relationship advice” because little missy here was having some trouble keeping her panties dry.”
“That’s not true!”
We all turned to look at the source of the outburst. Bethany had removed her pacifier, face scrunched up in a frustrated frown. With the whole “baby maid” get-up, it was ridiculously cute.
“What was that, Baby Beth,” I purred, amused at this sudden spurt of defiance.
She hesitated, recognizing the trap in my tone. Not that it mattered. She and I both knew it was already far too late.
A series of nonsensical stutters and peeps escaped her lips as her little brain worked overtime. Again, adorable.
“Ohh, what’s wrong, Baby-boo? Are you trying to say something? What is it? It’s ok, you can tell us.”
My friends snickered. Even Lindsey was smiling.
The pathetic girl just stood there red faced and shivering like a leaf. She stuffed her pacifier back into her mouth and began to suck loudly. I wasn’t sure if it was for comfort, or, she was trying to placate me with a display of submission.
“Aww, the poor baby is shy. Is it because you need to go potty, hmm? Does Baby Bethy need to make wetsies?”
We all heard her desperate sob as she obeyed the implied command and lifted her dress. She’d been trained so well. I made a note to allow her some big girl time with her face between my legs later. We both deserved it, really.
We all watched as a small stain appeared in the white surface, slowly growing, creeping outward with the soft pattering sound of cucky pee hitting the padding.
The room erupted in derisive laughter.
“Good girl,” I exclaimed, clapping my hands like my pet had just accomplished some trick. Which, of course, she had. “Such a good baby. Isn’t my little Bethany such a good girl,” I asked, turning to the rest of the group.
“Oh absolutely!”
“I can’t believe she just did that. She’s older than me for fuck’s sake!”
“Aw. I feel kind of bad for her. Can… can I hug her? Is that weird?”
I grinned widely at the last remark. “No, no not at all. Of course you can! My hunny-bun loves being held. She loves being touched in general, actually. She’s really very needy. Aren’t you, sweetie?”
“y-*hic* y-yes, Mommy” came a soft, trembling voice.
Buxom and bold, Trisha immediately walked over and pulled the distraught girl into her arms. “You poor little thing. Shh. It’s ok.”
I watched with delight as Bethany’s face ended up mushed between Trisha’s breasts. I could literally see her baby cuck brain melting.
Emboldened by the other girl, Lindsey and Olivia rushed in, bombarding Bethany with questions.
“So do you like wear diapers all the time or something, or is it just like a home thing?”
“N-no…” Bethany squeaked out.
I laughed loudly and answered for her. “Don’t listen to that silly girl. The diapers ARE 24/7. Even in public. The floor and her car-seat would be in trouble if I gave her anything age-appropriate.”
Bethany cringed while the girls crowed with laughter. Even Trisha chuckled. “Silly girl, trying to lie when your Mommy is right there. You don’t have to fib around auntie Trish. You look so adorable in those diapers I’d be disappointed if you weren’t always padded.”
“So wait, does that mean she… y’know… goes like, number 2 in them too,” Olivia asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Ewwwww,”
“OMG THAT’S HILARIOUS.”
“Wow, princess. I figured you were a little stinker but not THAT much of one.”
Bethany was trembling in Trisha’s arms now. It was a good thing we upgraded her to those extra thick overnight diapers with a stuffer during the day. It was easy to imagine how much extra work that diaper was now putting in to soak up everything dripping out of my pet’s denied cucky-cunt.
“Seriously, why don’t you just use the bathroom like an adult? You’re so pathetic.”
“Do you like using your diapers? I bet you do, huh?”
“Shh, don’t listen to them, punkin. Have you gone boom-boom yet today? Do you need me to check?”
“Ew, don’t check her diaper. This slut will probably just get off on it! Why don’t we just spank this bitch instead?”
“Oh yeah she would tooootally get off on it. Isn’t that right, baby, huh? Idn’t dat wight?”
“Hmm. Looks pretty squishy but no stinkies, good girl. You tell me if you need to potty though, okay?”
“Why do you like fucking diapers so much? Can you even have sex like that?”
“She probably doesn’t haha!”
“Oh you poor thing. That’s gotta be rough. Do you want me to rub your diaper or something? Maybe go for a horsey ride on my leg?”
And that was the tipping point.
My friends stared in shock as Bethany let out a high-pitched whine and crumpled to the floor. The frills of her dress poofed up, exposing her smooth thighs and swollen crotch. A clear line of wetness trickled down one of her exposed thighs, beginning to make a small puddle on the floor.
I swooped in, planting my foot squarely on her crotch. “Bad girl! You know you’re only supposed to make cummies when Mommy and Daddy are watching.” I rubbed my heel back and forth as I scolded her, pushing the pissy padding into her over-sensitized pussy. “I’m so sorry about this,” I said, turning to my friends, who by now were giggling uproariously and snapping pics of the pathetic scene. “We should probably head back out now. I don’t want you all getting pee on your shoes.” I pressed my foot down harder, making Bethany shiver and moan and squeezing more wetness onto the floor.
With a few more pics and condescending words, the group filed out, eager to enjoy the night and tell everyone they could about the fascinating new story they’d just picked up.
I paused at the door to look back. Bethany was still on the ground, softly whimpering and rubbing between her legs. “Okay sweetie,” I said. “You have fun making squishies while the big girls are out at the club. Just make sure you clean up afterwards. If I smell even a little pee-pee in this room you’re going to be sleeping with a red bot-bot for the next week. See-ya!”
With that, I shut the door, already imaging the frantic cleaning that would follow when her touchy-time glow wore off. Poor girl. She was surrounded by the smell of her own helpless incontinence so much I doubt she’d even be able to tell if she avoided a spanking. Oh well. More fun for later. For one of us at least.
To celebrate her first year of HRT, Zoey decides to hit the clubs and party it up - and she can’t resist the temptation to do so in diapers. Meanwhile, Dianne is on the lookout for someone to care for - And when they find each other, sparks fly.
This story contains exhibitionism, praise, public diaper use, and chastity.
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I wrote this story as part of a collaboration with three other wonderful creators - Ko, HofBondage, and FlashyFlesh! Once their respective sections are uploaded, I’ll update this post with links.
Ko created the original story concept and a lot of the outlining, and also wrote the other half of this story, told from the Baby’s perspective.
I wrote the section here - The PoV of the dominant, Dianne!
HofBondage and FlashyFlesh both did illustrations of several points in the story - They’re so freakin’ hot and wonderful, I can’t wait to share them.
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Dianne didn’t believe in luck.
Everything in her life happened for a reason. The energy she put out into the world? It came right back to her. When life presented opportunities, she always did her best to take them while thanking life for the favor.
This philosophy had treated her well. Though she tried to remain humble, she’d had success in all her affairs, and that success bred confidence–as well as the ability to watch for further opportunity.
And tonight she certainly saw opportunity.
The club, “The Dream Mode”, wasn’t one she frequented often, but it could occasionally be a good spot for opportunity seeking, and she was friends with several people on the staff. The weekend DJ had been in her sorority, she’d seen the bartender at a few dungeon events, and many patrons were in Dianne’s sphere of friends, ranging from close colleagues to besties.
She’d felt the call to the bar that night and, trusting her instincts, sought out the place and ordered herself a little cocktail to enjoy while watching the dancers.
And, as she’d suspected, life had given her an opportunity tonight in the form of a precious young girl with more enthusiasm than sense.
Dianne noticed the girl as soon as she entered the bar, dressed up like a goth princess. Her clothes’ style screamed ‘You can’t tell me what to do’, but the color and her hair suggested a softer, cuter side, and the collar all but announced the antithesis–please tell me what to do.
Even so, Dianne didn’t make a move yet. She watched. There were other candidates that night, other possibilities that life may be pulling her towards.
As the girl began to dance, though, Dianne knew that this goth princess was the one she’d come for. As she jumped and spun and gyrated, the girl’s tripp skirt raised, showing off–to Dianne’s delight–the unmistakable outline of a diaper, and the unmistakable print of a Bunny Hop at that.
The girl was a Little, and that all but demanded Dianne’s intervention before she left the bar without a mistress to care for her.
She began their interaction with a subtle nod. A suggestion, of sorts, ordering the girl a drink. Without a name, Dianne decided to simply think of her as the Baby, until she learned otherwise.
And maybe, even after she learned otherwise, she’d still think of the Baby as such.
After receiving Dianne’s message, the Baby glanced back her way and smiled. She looked pleased and, perhaps, a little shy–but not so shy that she melted away and fled. Instead, she flounced past Dianne on her way back to the floor, wiggling her crinkling bottom as she passed.
It was as though the Baby wanted Dianne to notice, so it was just as well that Dianne had.
And if she was that confident in herself, Dianne really needed to provide for her a strong, guiding hand.
Stalking across the dance floor, Dianne approached the girl, who had begun dancing with reckless abandon, her eyes closed. Choosing a bold first encounter, she stepped in and looped a finger through the loop in the girl’s collar, pulling her a half step forward–not so forcefully that it’d hurt, just enough to jolt her.
Beaming with dominant energy, she sent her parting shot over. “Hello there, little girl. You sure are enjoying yourself tonight.”
“H-hello yourself,” the girl replied. Dianne’s heart leapt, this baby was adorable. Her attempt to sound confident rendered her down to a toddler, claiming she hadn’t gotten into the cookie jar without wiping the crumbs off her face.
Pulling her finger away, Dianne began to dance, reaching out to the baby’s hips and resting her hands on the poor girl’s diaper.
“Dance with me,” she said, not a request, a statement. She could call it, ‘Manifesting the world she wanted to see’, or she could just call it control, but the effect was the same. The baby nodded and obeyed, blushing brightly all the while.
Hands placed firmly over the baby’s diaper, with only a thin skirt between her and the crinkly padding, they danced. It wasn’t the right music for a slow dance with a lot of touching, but Dianne moved their bodies in a rhythm of her choosing, moving her hands up and down the baby, engaging in close contact.
She moved with an almost protective aura. She’d staked her claim on this little girl, and now they danced together, with Dianne warding off anyone who might come close in subtle ways, placing her body so that she was the baby’s whole world, her sole focus and the object of her attention.
When the time was right, in a lull between songs, Dianne moved behind the baby and wrapped her arm around the girl. She ran her hand up the girl’s thigh, finally pressing her palm into the front of the girl’s thick diapers. Leaning in to whisper in the baby’s ear, she stated, “Show me you’re a good little girl. Wet your diaper.” She didn’t say it in a condescending or mean way, but just as a statement–if the baby was good, her diaper would be wet.
The baby glanced back at her, anxious but pliable, biting her lip.
“What’s the matter? Did you not hear me?” Dianne asked, dropping her voice even lower. “Do I need to speak louder, sweetheart, so everyone can hear? Good girls wet their diapers.”
Shutting her eyes, the girl did what was only natural. She proved to Dianne that she was good, and obedient, and more than willing to obey. The warmth spread quickly as the baby followed instructions, flooding the padding thoroughly, urine wicking into the absorbent padding and making the diaper sag ever so slightly.
She’d stopped dancing. It was adorable. The baby was so focused on obeying, on being good, that she’d forgotten everything around her. To remind the girl of where she was, Dianne pressed her hand into the squelching diaper, giving it a squeeze. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” she purred.
To Dianne’s delight, the girl squeaked in submission. Truly, the universe had given her a precious gift today, even if the baby tried to hide it and tamp down on any other little sounds.
“Tsk,” she warned, reaching down for the girl’s purse.
The girl resisted, but Dianne gave her a light swat to the thigh and she melted back into obedience. Going through the contents of the purse, she made a mental catalog–the baby had really come prepared.
“Enough pretending you’re big,” she stated, listing out what she saw as she came across it. “Miss Dianne wants to see what you have–powder, wipes, lotion, spare diapers. You’re a smart girl, right, you remembered to bring a change, and–ah, there it is.”
Before the baby could ask what she’d found, Dianne produced the baby’s pacifier and plopped it into the girl’s lips. She reached up, to cover the pacifier and remove it, but a firmer swat to her thigh and a dominant glance was enough to demolish the girl’s resistance.
“No no, sweetie, you keep that in. Nurse your paci, little girl, and Miss Dianne will take care of everything else.” To emphasize what ‘everything else’ meant, she gave the baby’s diaper another squeeze. “Don’t worry–nobody will know you’re a baby, they’ll just think you’re on molly.”
The girl nodded meekly. Putty in the hands of a strong woman, Dianne wanted to swaddle her up and protect her from the whims of the universe.
“Tell me your name,” she said.
“Zoey,” the girl mumbled, over her pacifier.
“Little Baby Zoey,” Dianne purred, letting the name float across her tongue. Running her fingers down the back of Zoey’s diaper, she decided to try something. This baby needed to be cared for, and Dianne had just the thing. “You flooded your diapers–we need to step aside to make sure you don’t leak.”
If Zoey even noticed the other dancers anymore, Dianne suspected it was only barely.
Moving her hand from the diaper to Zoey’s hand, Dianne walked off the stage and, as expected, felt no resistance. Baby Zoey followed with complete deference, off to a shady corner of the nightclub where no lights shone. It wouldn’t be private, but it’d be private enough.
Sliding the purse off Zoey’s shoulder, Dianne set it on the table by their side, turning the girl so that she faced the dance floor. “All you need to do is stand there and look pretty,” she promised.
The baby let out a squeak, the universal language version of, ‘I’m a helpless little girl,’ and Dianne proceeded with her plan.
“If you keep using your diaper–which a good little girl will do–you’re going to leak,” she explained, as her hands worked under Zoey’s skirt, feeling up her sodden diaper. With a sharp fingernail, she pierced the plastic shell of Zoey’s diaper, tearing a long slit from the front to the back. Zoey squeaked again, and Dianne whispered, “Shh, just hold still.”
Three more parallel slits into Zoey’s diaper created open channels, enough for fluids to easily drain. Now came the fun part, as she reached into Zoey’s purse–her diaper bag, really–and produced another diaper, unfolding it discreetly behind Zoey’s back.
In the dark corner, most onlookers would assume Dianne was just feeling her up, at least at a glance. Sure, there were some obvious tells that something more was going on, but Dianne was counting on the fact that, in a crowded nightclub, most eyes would be on the gyrating asses and dancing hotties on the floor, not the quietly meeping baby in the corner.
Sliding the diaper up beneath Zoey’s skirts, Dianne worked by sense of touch to wrap it around her waist. Zoey continued making little helpless squeaking sounds over her pacifier, but Dianne’s touch remained gentle as she smoothed out the crinkling plastic shell, pressing the diaper into Zoey, and smoothing out the tapes so that they stuck securely.
While she was doing so, she felt a bulge in the front of Zoey’s diaper. That settled one thing she’d been curious about, though she wouldn’t bring it up until Zoey did.
“Good girl,” she whispered from behind, into Zoey’s ear. “Now you don’t have to worry about leaks at all!”
Baby Zoey nodded meekly. Obediently. Such a good baby.
“You need to drink more water,” Dianne instructed. “Then come back to me. I want to dance again.”
Adorably, Zoe’s doubly-diapered waddle and choice of bottoms worked together to make her diaper poke out as she left, visible with every step beneath her flapping skirt. She was precious, with the sort of innocence that made Dianne’s heart melt.
While she was gone, Dianne steadied herself. She couldn’t get carried away, and wouldn’t push this girl too far. If the girl was that naive to how obvious her diaper was–and it really didn’t seem like she was choosing exhibitionism–then she truly needed a protector to shield that innocence.
Though, at the same time–the girl had chosen to come to a bar wearing a diaper, purely for her own gratification. She wasn’t that kind of innocent, and Dianne felt no compunctions about making Zoey helpless along that vector.
When Zoey returned, Dianne’s heart melted by another degree as she saw Zoey had brought back a sippy cup. Admittedly, it had lewd stickers and the bar logo printed on the side, and it probably came out for the Kandy Kid ravers fairly often, but in Zoey’s hands it just screamed, ‘I’m a little baby.’
“That’s cute,” she said, nodding at the cup with an amused smile. “The bartender could tell you’re still a little baby.”
Zoey responded by making a face, arguing her maturity in the most childish way possible. “Nuh uh, it was a joke an I…ummm…I though’ she knew…”
Dianne’s smile widened, though she wondered if Zoey’s slurring was a toddlerish aspect, or a sign that she’d had more than water in the past moment. “You should have a seat, little Zoey, and drink your water. Take care of your body. Okay?” Nodding to a box to the side, the sort of wide low rectangle that could be dragged out and used as a raised dancing or performing platform, she helped Zoey move to sit on it.
“Thanou… I shoudn…” The girl pulled out her pacifier, holding it in her hand as she confirmed Dianne’s suspicion. “I shouldn’t have gotten more shots…you were right about the water. ”
Heart swelling, Dianne’s instincts kicked in. This girl needed a Mommy, not just a Mommy Dom. “Zoey, that’s not what you were supposed to do. You want to be a good girl, and that’s not what good girls do. How is your head feeling?”
Zoey bit her lip, avoiding eye contact and staring at her lap. “It’s fine, well… a little spinny, but not bad… and I do want I be a good girl, I was just being dumb and not thinking. I’m sorry Miss.”
“You’re not dumb.” This girl… Dianne took a breath, resisting the urge to drag Zoey into a hug. “You just need a grown up to help take care of you. This is your first night out as a little girl, isn’t it?”
A little squeak escaped Zoey’s lips, and for a half second, Dianne worried she’d said something wrong. After catching herself, though, Zoey continued. “Well, I’ve been out padded before, but never to the club. Actually this is my first time at the club in over a year… I’m kind of here to celebrate something.”
A few thoughts all rose to the surface in Dianne’s mind. Rather than speak her theory aloud, though, she put her hands on Zoey’s and let the baby explain for herself in her own time. “Oh? I’m afraid I don’t have a present for you, but I’m sure whatever the occasion is, it’s very special.”
“Honestly, all the fun and attention is far more than I could’ve asked for from anyone… that being said…” Zoey closed her eyes and took a breath, like she was about to jump of a cliff. “… the thing is… I’m a trans woman. I started HRT a year ago.”
(This baby!) Dianne’s hands tightened over Zoey’s. “Oh, you sweet little thing. Thank you for telling me, but that doesn’t change anything to me.” Worried that she might be coming on too strong, too protective, she added a quip. “Then again, that explains why you’re such a baby–you’re only one!”
Zoey’s eyes watered, but she took the branch of humor and kept herself together. “Hmph! I’m four. I’m practically a big girl even.” She stuck out her tongue, and Dianne was almost surprised that she didn’t add in a raspberry.
“Uh-huh.” Playing along, Dianne lifted the sippy cup, prodding the sipper in between Zoey’s lips “Well, birthday girl, I want you to have a nice time, but since you’re a little tipsy, we need to make sure you’re okay first, okay?”
Zoey nodded obediently. “Yes ma'am.” When she spoke, the water she’d been sipping on dribbled down her chin, further reinforcing Dianne’s vision of her as all-but helpless. For some reason, the baby giggled, dribbling even more water, and a furtive glance downward suggested why.
Reaching down, Dianne gave the baby’s diaper another squeeze. “We’re going to sit here for a little while until your head stops spinning.” Zoey opened her mouth, but Dianne shook her head and pushed the sippy cup back between her lips. “Shh, just listen. I need you to listen, so you can be good.”
Zoey nodded.
Good girl. Dianne clasped Zoey’s hands tightly. “If I say you’re going to do something, and you don’t feel safe, you’re going to tell me. If I ask if you’re okay, you’re going to tell me. I can’t protect you if I don’t know how you’re feeling.”
Again, Zoey nodded, suckling intently on her water.
“If I ask, and you’re okay, you can just say, ‘Green’. Just that one word and I’ll know you’re okay.” Dianne waited for a nod before continuing. “If you’re uncertain, and want to talk, you say, ‘Yellow’. Swallow, then say it back to me.”
Zoey obeyed, swallowed her water, and said, “Yellow.”
“And if you say, ‘Red’, we stop immediately and get you safe and comfortable. Say it.”
“Red.” Zoey put her cup back, letting the water trickle into her mouth again.
“We don’t joke about safe words. I’m not going to do anything that’ll get you in trouble, but if you’re unsure, you’ll tell me immediately.” She was moving things too fast, and she knew it–but the universe had given her this precious baby to protect, and she wouldn’t let the moment pass her by.
“Now tell me, little Zoey, what’s your favorite song to dance to?”
The girl hesitated for a moment, and Dianne worried she’d gone too far, but it quickly became clear she’d just taken Zoey by surprise with the change of topics. Of course, Zoey couldn’t know what Dianne was thinking, so that shouldn’t have been a surprise.
After a moment of thought, Zoey said, “Um… Emo Girl? But not MJK’s version…” Smirking, she showed off a bit of the fiery passion and opinionated personality Dianne loved to see. “That isn’t emo to me. Paige Six got it right.”
Dianne grinned. “Okay, now you need someone to check your diaper for me while I go request your song–you’re probably close to needing a change, right?” Glancing around, she spotted another acquaintance, someone she knew was kink friendly and up for anything. Gesturing with her head, she suggested, “What about him?”
Zoey shook her head. “Y-yellow…”
Swallowing, Dianne tried not to berate herself. She’d already gone and pushed Zoey too far, and it had been luck that she’d used her safe words–no, Zoey was a smart girl. It wasn’t luck, she just knew how to assert her boundaries. “Is it a problem with him, or with someone checking your diaper?”
Zoey shook her head, briefly uncommunicative, but her eyes told the story. She glanced to the bartender, Amy, and Dianne knew what she wanted from that look.
“Oh, would you like the nice lady who gave you your sippy cup to do it? It would be very brave of you to go and ask her.” She smiled, reassuringly. Amy was just as reliable, maybe even moreso, and if it was what made Zoey comfortable it was the perfect choice. Zoey smiled, and Dianne helped her up, smirking at the girl’s pronounced waddle from the thick, sodden diapers that her skirt failed to hide. Giving Zoey a pat and a squeeze on her padding, she added, “You should thank her for the sippy cup, as well.”
While Zoey went to get checked, Dianne made her way through the crowd over to the DJ. Throwing up a wave with her thumb and pinkie extended in a waggle, she greeted her. “Hey, Mels! How’ve you been?”
With an earphone pressed against one ear, Mels responded with a thumbs up, bobbing her head and keeping the music going. She’d always been more of a doer than a talker.
“Can you take a request for me, as a favor? Emo Girl by Paige Six!”
Another thumbs up and a nod, and Mels returned to her DJ work. Grinning, Dianne found her way back to Zoey, meeting her by the dancing platform they’d been standing by. Zoey returned a moment later, with a full sippy cup and an adorable blush.
“What did the nice lady say?” Dianne asked.
“That…I could last a little longer,” Zoey replied, raising her cup to take a sip.
“We should fix that,” Dianne suggested. “But first, I want you to show me what a good dancer you are, okay?”
Zoey hesitated, and again, Dianne wondered if she’d gone too fast with her. Before she could retract her suggestion, though, Zoey nodded. “Okay.”
“Where’s your pacifier?” Dianne asked. Zoey retrieved it from her purse, and Dianne plopped it between her lips. Then, she bent slightly, pulling on the handle of the raised dance platform. It wasn’t that heavy, and she could drag it easily towards the center of the dance floor.
She hadn’t, strictly, gotten permission to use it, but confidence was the only ticket she needed. They weren’t forbidden or anything, and everyone was already dancing–what difference would it make if Zoey was dancing a little higher, for everyone to see?
“Just be good for me,” Dianne said. “I want to watch you dance, okay?”
Zoey nodded again, as Dianne got the platform far enough out that people were stepping aside to let her through. Taking Zoey’s hand, she squeezed it reassuringly, helping the tipsy baby up just as a few opening chords started to play.
The music began: “She’s got studded belts–” and Zoey’s face lit up with excitement. Needing no further encouragement, she began to dance.
The girl lit up the room, and not just because a spotlight whirled to point at her. Her smile was infectious, her enthusiasm infinite, and when she danced, twirling so that her skirt spun, it filled Dianne with pure joy.
It didn’t matter that Zoey’s diaper was acutely visible, between her raised platform, her skirt spinning high, and the severe puff and sag of the diaper. Most people in the bar were kink friendly, and even those who weren’t just didn’t care. It was impossible to look at Zoey, dancing her heart out and smiling the biggest, most exuberant smile in the world, and care what was sagging under that skirt.
As the song reached its final chorus, Zoey looked down at Dianne, hesitant, looking for something. Dianne knew what, and she gave her permission.
She mouthed the word: ‘Push.’
Zoey glanced past her, eyeing something. Dianne glanced back, and saw it was a mirror; Zoey was watching herself as she obeyed. The little girl bent her knees slightly, still wiggling her butt in time with the music, but soon even that motion was lost as she turned her attention to being a good girl.
She bit down on her pacifier, held her breath, and Dianne’s heart melted. This girl was simply too precious for this world, too adorable. Even though the mess could only be inferred; Zoey’s diaper was already so thick and sagging that there wasn’t much in the way of a visible bulge, it was clear what she was doing by her face and her pose, and by the subtle crinkle as she bottomed out her diapers.
Gaze darting around for reassurance, Zoey caught Dianne’s eyes, breathing rapidly. The last notes of the song were running out, and Dianne beamed at her, reaching up to help her down.
Even with Dianne’s hand, Zoey still stumbled, falling onto a seated position on the platform. She gasped and turned pink as she fell onto the weight of her packed diaper, and Dianne finally got a whiff of what she’d done. Wrinkling her nose ever so slightly, Dianne pulled her into a hug and helped Zoey away from the center of the dance floor, while someone else climbed up to take their turn as the center of attention.
“Shh,” she whispered into Zoey’s ear. “You’re such a good girl. You were wonderful up there, the most adorable little thing I’ve ever seen, and the best little baby anyone could ask for.” Reaching down, she slipped a hand under Zoey’s skirt, squeezing the seat of her diaper ever so slightly.
Zoey looked down, avoiding Dianne’s gaze, so Dianne touched her chin and moved her head up until they locked eyes again. Zoey’s expression was huge and helpless, little and in dire need of reassurance…and maybe something more.
“Your diaper is ready for a change,” Dianne said. “There’s a bathroom in the corner with a lock. Would you like me to change you?”
Zoey squeaked out a little, “Yes, please,” over her pacifier, though her focus was less on the words and more on Dianne’s face.
Smiling warmly, Dianne said, “There’s my stinky little girl. Let’s go.”
Leading Zoey by the hand, Dianne pulled her to the restroom. A unisex sign on the door indicated it was for general use, though in practice Dianne thought it was used as a private room for sex as often as it was for its intended purpose–certainly, Zoey wouldn’t be using the toilet any time soon.
Pulling her inside, Dianne locked the door. Reaching down, she took Zoey’s skirt, kneeling so she could pull it all the way down off the baby’s body, revealing her sagging, smelly diaper.
Kneeling in front of Zoey, Dianne looked up at her. “You really ruined your diaper, baby,” she commented. “Just like you’re supposed to.”
As Zoey squeaked in response, Dianne stood, took her hands, and gently forced her back towards the toilet. It was a cheap, old thing, with exposed copper pipes that ran halfway up the wall. Definitely a retrofit, and little effort had been made for aesthetics. Dianne pushed Zoey down onto the toilet seat, forcing the baby’s weight into her loaded diaper, then pulled her hands up to the pipes.
Twisting the skirt into a rope, Dianne wrapped it around the pipes and around Zoey’s wrists, tying a secure knot. It was by no means perfect, but it didn’t cut off circulation, and it’d keep her hands there so long as she didn’t try to wriggle free, and good girls wouldn’t try to wriggle free.
Once she was restrained, Dianne reached down, rubbing against the front of Zoey’s diaper. She could feel how hard the girl was, and Zoey wriggled on the toilet seat to truly experience how full her diaper had become.
Hesitating, Dianne took a risk. “Show mommy how much you love your smelly diapers, okay?”
She didn’t want to go too far, but calling herself ‘Mommy’ just felt right. Zoey seemed to agree with the label, because she didn’t object, she simply thrusted into Dianne’s hand, moaning into her pacifier as she tried to get every ounce of sensation through her layers of sodden, decimated diaper.
After a moment, Dianne pulled her hand away. She didn’t want Zoey’s fun to end just yet. Instead, she reached up, unbuttoning her blouse till it hung loose over her chest. Reaching down, she took Zoey’s pacifier out of her lips, moved to sit on Zoey’s lap so that her breasts were at Zoey’s eye level, and pulled herself free of her bra.
She didn’t need to say anything. Zoey’s mouth moved instinctively to Dianne’s nipple, and she began to suckle, still wriggling and grinding as she did so.
It was Dianne’s turn to moan, and to reach down beneath her own pants, slipping fingers to fondle herself while adorable, helpless, smelly little Zoey gasped and suckled her tits. Dianne barely needed to do anything for herself, simply being over Zoey in this situation brought her nearly to the edge, and she showed little restraint as she brought herself to climax.
“Yes,” she moaned, as Zoey sucked hard on her breasts. “Exactly like that, baby, just–yes–”
It was Dianne’s turn to make herself wet, though not as thoroughly as Zoey had. Squirting into her panties, it just barely soaked through to her jeans, not enough to be particularly noticeable unless someone was looking for it. Zoey continued to wriggle in helpless frustration, trying and failing to get enough sensation to achieve her own climax.
Dianne took a breath for a moment, then pulled away. “Zoey, I want you to wait here,” she said. “Don’t spit out your pacifier, and don’t untie your hands. If you do, I’ll know.”
Zoey looked up at her, eyes huge, pleading, as though to ask, ‘Why don’t I get to cum?’, but Dianne only smiled coyly.
“Trust me,” she said. “I’ll only be gone a minute. Safe words?”
Zoey mumbled, “Green,” over her pacifier, and Zoey bent over to kiss her on the forehead. Then she stood up straight, waved, and left the bathroom, flipping over the ‘out of order’ sign on the door to discourage anyone from stepping in.
Of course, there wasn’t anything stopping anyone from opening the door, and that was a bit of the fun. In the few minutes while Dianne was gone, anyone could wander in and find Zoey stuck, right over the toilet, in her filthy diaper.
She was only gone for a minute. There was a sex shop two doors down and open late, and she acquired what she needed with little hassle. She got back, made her way across the bar floor and pushed open the door to the bathroom.
After being gone for several minutes, the shock of the smell hit her hard as she stepped in, partly because it contrasted with the fresh air outside, partly because Zoey had been given time to stew and really stink up the room.
Zoey was wriggling on the toilet seat, smushing into her diaper and whimpering when Dianne walked in. Spotting her, she mumbled through her pacifier, “Mommy?”
“Mhmm,” Dianne said. “Let’s get your diaper changed, little girl.”
“But–” Zoey started, but Dianne shook her head.
“No buts, except yours, in a fresh diaper,” Dianne said, setting down her shopping bag and crossing to begin cleaning up Zoey.
It was a bit tricky, doing it while Zoey stayed seated and tied up, but Dianne made it work. Undoing the tapes, she pinched her nose and made a face, mostly for show. “You really did a number on your diaper,” she commented, producing baby wipes from Zoey’s purse and slowly, methodically, began to clean the girl up.
Zoey continued to squirm, but over time, the cold wipes began to combat her erection, and her princess parts grew smaller and more pliable.
Exactly what Dianne wanted.
Reaching into her purse, she produced her purchase–a stainless steel chastity cage. She made sure Zoey could see it, and waited for a moment to give her a chance to use a safe word. When Zoey didn’t respond, Dianne opened up the cage, and began fitting it around her parts.
“This is my good little girl insurance,” Dianne explained, sliding the cage into place. “I want you to wear your diapers and use them like a good baby all week, and if you do, I’ll unlock you and let you cum. Okay?”
Zoey nodded enthusiastically, eyes huge and excited.
“You’ll get my permission before every change, okay?” Dianne asked, as she slid the locking mechanism into place. Zoey nodded again, and with a little click, she locked the cage on. Reaching for a fresh diaper from Zoey’s purse, she added, “And I don’t want you to even think about using the potty. You’re a baby, you’re supposed to use your diapers. Okay?” She made sure to emphasize that she was asking–some things still required more than a statement of fact.
“O…okay, mommy,” Zoey nodded.
Zoey had brought along powder as well, so Dianne applied a thin layer before wrapping up the fresh diaper and taping it into place. “Good girl.” Reaching down, she wadded up Zoey’s old diaper so that nothing could smush out, then moved it into Zoey’s purse. “I don’t want to make the staff here deal with your stinky accidents, so this goes in your diaper bag.”
That didn’t need an ‘Okay?’ at the end. Zoey would be good on that account.
Zoey nodded again, squirming in her fresh diaper.
Reaching up, Dianne finally untied Zoey’s skirt from around the pipe, freeing her hands. “Let’s take you home, baby girl. Did you have a nice time?”
“Mhmm,” Zoey said. “Thanks, Mommy.”
Dianne’s heart swelled.
Fate had truly given her a gift tonight.
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23 years old and drop-dead gorgeous, Riley had been your secretary. Seemingly a life-time ago, which in actuality was only a few months, you'd gotten too excitable and far too careless. It seemed like such a good idea at the time. You'd just bought a new pair of sissy-pink plastic panties with white ruffles and brand-name diapers from your favorite fetish site. Almost nobody went in your office, given that you were the CEO and far too busy to deal with the day-to-day staff. To top it off, despite being 32 years old in charge of your own company, you were still a virgin, and the thrill of possible exposure was far too tantalizing for your sexually frustrated psyche.
Unfortunately, you had quickly learned the thrill of possible exposure was far cry from the actuality.
You'd been packing up to head home when she'd slunk across the room, seductively perching on your desk. You'd immediately been taken aback, blushing hotly as she grabbed you by the collar to put her lips by your ear. It was the first time any woman had shown such... overt interest in you, and you were immediately putty in her hands.
"Hey Mr. Jason," she'd whispered hotly, gently licking your earlobe. "I couldn't help but notice that big thing you're packing." She lightly ran her painted fingernails over your crotch.
You'd gasped helplessly, stomach churning, knowing your crotch was swollen by your thoroughly soaked diaper and not the diminutive dicklette beneath it.
You probably should have pushed away then, but for some reason you just couldn't, completely overwhelmed by how nice she smelled and how much you wanted her to keep going.
Riley had hopped off your desk, undid the button on your pants and... that was the beginning of your new life.
You'd been so elated, so terrified, so crushingly horny that the moment she pulled down your pants you had a true accident in your diapers for the first time.
She'd laughed long and hard after that, while your wet and now sticky clitty softened from the shame. You'd been so mortified you hadn't lifted a finger in protest when she ripped your pants down to your ankles and started taking pictures. She'd told you how she'd always known you were a sissy, and how hilarious it was that you'd thought you could wear such loud baby pants without being noticed.
It had literally been child's play to force you to sign over control of your company after that. And now, some months later, here you were, wearing the same pair of plastic panties under a white and pink teddy bear romper, virgin clitty neatly stuffed into a half inch nub, idly sucking on the latest, and increasingly large addition to your unwanted collection of peenie-pacis.
"Jaaaazyyykiiiinnsss!"
The sudden noise surprises you and you drop the small plastic cup from your tea party. A bit of pee dribbles from your cage into the soggy seat of your maddeningly thick diapers. It seemed like you were dribbling all the time now, whether it was sissy drippies or wetsies. You sniffled sadly, literally feeling the last vestige of an adult life slip away, one drop at a time.
You turn towards the source of the noise and see Mommy Riley sauntering over with her lips twisted in a malicious smile.
"Look what my new boyfriend bought you, honey!" She bent over and held out a new pack of diapers. "They're soooo big and thick. Just like his cock!"
You whimpered jealously and stared at the deep canyon between her pillowy breasts, forlornly wishing the pathetic, sissybaby wish that someday she would show you a shred of mercy and let you nurse on them.
"Oooh, baby likes her new didees, huh?" Riley giggled, noticing you suckling harder on the soft plastic dick in your mouth. " Well that's good, because you're going to be showing them off to all MY employees at the next company retreat!"
Her sadistic laughter filled the room and you sobbed as you felt another "accident" squirt from your forever denied clitty.
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You squirmed in discomfort, trying to focus on anything other than the strangely hot, strangely cool, slimy sticky mess between your legs. You shouldn't have pushed your luck. You shouldn't have kept begging. It didn't matter that she hadn't let your baby cock out of its steel, flat, quarter inch cage in a month.
It didn't matter you cried and sobbed because of the constantly building frustration. Every time she took just a little too long to rub in the lotion or "checked your temperature" with a few more fingers and devices than necessary on the changing table. Every night spent with her wet panties hanging from the mobile over your crib, listening to her worship every man's cock that she brought into your former bedroom while your own babyhood dribbled precum and pee into the thick layers of your pampers. Every time she gently laid you over her lap and guided her full breast to your eager lips, nursing you and softly whispering all the ways her lover pleased her and the ways which she hoped others would in the future.
No. None of it mattered when you threw a tantrum, begging, demanding, screaming for the cummies you needed.
Unfortunately, she gave you exactly what you asked for.
The doorknob turned and she sauntered into the room, achingly nude aside from a long pair of ripped black stockings up to her mid-thigh.
"Okay baby, you know the drill," she snapped.
The Daddy tonight was rough on her. Her hair was disheveled, and you could just make out the red glow haloing the curve of her toned ass. Her pussy was hot and swollen, so wet you could see the sheen coating down to the rim of her stockings.
The crippling shame and jealousy did nothing to stop the clear, sticky stream dribbling from your cage. "Yes Mommy." You let out a sob and did what you were told, spreading your legs wide to show off the fat, yellowed bulge between.
She grinned and bent over to pull back the waistband of your diaper with one hand. With the other, she produced a large, very used condom, bulging with a freshly milked load of Daddy's cum.
"Here you go, sweetiekins," She cooed, squeezing the contents right into your diaper to join the loads of the other daddies from this week. "A nice cummy treat for my little fussy-pants." She wrung out the last drops and began to massage the fat, squishy padding between your legs. "Mmm. I bet that feels nice, doesn't it, honey? Does baby like his cummies? Remember, this is what you wanted." She smiled, softly kissing your forehead.
You started crying. Just like the baby cuck you knew you were.
I let myself in the front door same as usual. Keys under the mat like every day. Judging by the missing black SUV from the driveway, Sarah had clearly already gone to work. With a cheerful determination I crossed the threshold and set about my morning tasks.
Water for the plants, toys picked up off the floor, mail on the counter. Letters and magazines for Sarah organized neatly in a stack, and anything listed for “Benjamin” tossed straight into recycling without ceremony. On the marble countertop of the kitchen island I found a small notepad waiting for me with a few To-Dos. I rolled my eyes with a knowing chuckle. Apparently someone had been especially naughty. As if on cue, I heard a loud thud from upstairs.
I made my way towards the stairs, stopping along the way to pick up some loose blocks and a well-loved stuffy, depositing everything into a colorful toy chest in the corner of the foyer. As I ascended the stairs, the sounds of moaning and heavy shuffling grew louder, and I thought back to the chance meeting at the local zoo only half a year prior. There I was, a young grad student working on my degree in animal husbandry when I happened upon a young mother and her very peculiar… baby? Husband? Partner? The dynamic was still a bit hazy, but the pay was excellent and for a girl still finishing her last semester of college, that’s all that matters.
I opened the first door at the top of the landing and was greeted by a powerful wave of the by now all too familiar nursery scents that accompanied my current preoccupation.
The room was dark and I almost tripped on a pile of blocks as I made my way to the window on the opposite wall, between two large, wooden pieces of furniture.
“What I mess” I remarked, only to be met by a barrage of muffled wails and moans from the dark, squirming lump inside the heavily barred mahogany crib by the window. I opened the curtains and allowed the morning light to brighten up the room, shining directly on Benny, or Baby Baluga as I’d come to know him, lying on his back in the crib. The brat was bundled in a fuzzy brown sleeper made to look like a baby bear, and his wavy brown curls clung tightly to his forehead, wet with sweat. I noticed that he had somehow managed to kick off the crib’s thick comforter some time in the night which must have taken a lot of work considering the mittens, booties and tight leather straps tugging at every limb.
As soon as the light hit the room, signaling that “morning” had begun, the little nuisance began to wail louder and louder. I just rolled my eyes and thanked god Sarah saw fit to gag her pathetic husband every night. From the smell he had clearly messed himself sometime in the night and was desperate for a change.
“Pee-yew, someone’s got a poopy diaper!” I teased, prompting another pitiful bout of thrashing and muffled wails. “Too bad, though, because your mommy left specific instructions, and you’re not to be let up until after you’ve had your breakfast!”
I quickly turned away to hide my grin as I practically skipped over to the closet to retrieve the tangled mess of rubber hose and the bulging red bag of formula. I gave the bag a squeeze for good measure and found it to be adequately warm and full of no doubt nutritious proportions. I had to hand it to her, even with her busy schedule, she still managed to keep her home in perfect working order.
“MMMMPH!!” the captive adult toddler cried again, pleading as much with his eyes as with his stuffed mouth. I just giggled to myself and glided over to the side of the crib, rubber hose in hand. After hanging the feeding bag up to the crib post, I reached my hands over the top of the railing to plug the hose into the pacifier gag. Benny tried to jerk his face away but being tied down as he was, there was really no way to escape. I simply grabbed a tuft of his wavy locks in one hand, and turned him to face me so I could pop out the cute plastic button of his paci to replace it with the hose attachment which clicked easily into place.
Just as I was flipping the switch to open the floodgates and deliver Benny his breakfast, I heard the doorbell chime from downstairs.
“Oh, that must be Molly, I hope you don’t mind! She’s bringing me notes from a lecture I missed” I exclaimed, giggling to myself knowing he was in no position to argue.
“PPHHHMM-GRK!” The silly man tried to protest as the steady stream of formula—and who knows what else—made its way to the end of the tube. I sashayed out of the nursery to the sounds of desperate gulping, hoping I hadn’t accidentally left the pressure on too high but not caring enough to turn back and check.
At the door was Molly looking bored as ever, still toting her backpack straight from a morning cram sesh. I brought her to the kitchen for some lemonade as she filled me in on all the gossip from Brad’s fraternity party last night. It sounded like a good one and my FOMO was high. I would’ve been there if I wasn’t knee deep in diapers, Disney movies and making sure this one ate all of his strained peas.
“Can you believe I caught Scott fucking making out with Jessica in the laundry room?” Molly went on.
“One: I can, it’s not like they use that room for anything else. And two: of course he did, he’s such a slut!”
“After I just blew him last week too! What an asshole.”
“Ugh, men can be such babies. Only see what’s directly in front of them. Speaking of…”
“Oh yeah, isn’t this that lady’s house you were telling me about?”
“Oh yeah, and she’s got a much different philosophy on how to keep her man in line.”
That got Molly’s attention. She perked up and we shared a conspiratorial smile as I lead her out of the kitchen, up the stairs and to the nursery door.
“Check this shit out,” I whispered to Molly before gently pushing open the door and watching her eyes go wide.
“No. Fucking. Way.” She was stunned. Of course she was, this whole thing was insane! But I made ten times what I made at any other babysitting gig so I couldn’t complain. Much.
“Is that-“ she began to ask.
“The husband?” I replied, finishing her sentence. “Oh yeah. Twenty four seven, three sixty five.”
“Oh my god,” she giggled rushing over to the crib side and peering down at the exhausted, and clearly quite embarrassed man bound within.
“Oh he smells!” Molly recoiled before staring around the room in amazement. I was so used to it, it had lost some of its wonder but the room truly was something to behold. Her eyes finally fell on the massive, ornate changing table complete with stacks upon stacks of white disposable diapers and all manner of changing supplies. With a roll of my eyes, I figured it was time to get to work.
“Does he—“ Molly began.
“Use them? Goes through them like you wouldn’t believe.” I replied, while lowering the crib rails and undoing the leather restraints, helping Benny clamber out of the crib.
I knelt down in front of him and he awkwardly put a hand on my shoulder for balance as I unzipped his sleeper and helped him step out one leg at time. He was clearly mortified but I found it kind of endearing in its own way. Any charm was immediately erased, however, as I witnessed the horrible, browned, sagging state of his extra thick nighttime diaper. Quick as I could, I stood up and directed him to the changing table with a loud “march!” giving his bulging padding a big squish as he passed.
Molly stepped aside and comically pinched the bridge of her nose as he waddled past to climb awkwardly onto the table’s padded surface. For a brief moment I could tell he was trying to keep his butt from hitting the surface, as if he could somehow avoid smearing the mess further, but I had no time for his shenanigans. I brusquely grabbed the waist restraints, pushed down on his chest and buckled him in. Even behind the straps of the pacifier gag I could see him grimace as his already crimson cheeks adopted an even darker shade of maroon.
“Okay, now hold your nose for real this time” I laughed as I undid the tapes of his diaper, peeling the front away to reveal the horror inside.
“Jesus Christ!” Molly exclaimed, “this is what you’ve been up to the last few months?”
“Crazy, I know, but it’s paying off my student loans!” I replied, wiping his bottom quickly yet thoroughly, “this isn’t even a particularly bad one. I’d rate it a 6!”
Molly peered over my shoulder to watch me work with a look of horrified fascination on her face. “Umm, what the fuck is that?” She said as I cleaned off the baby blue plastic of Benny’s chastity cage.
“An attitude adjuster” I joked continuing in a sing song voice, “someone got caught with their hand down their pants last night!”
“No way, does he get off on this??”
“You know how boys are. No, he hates it, or at least he acts like it. But this is all his wife’s doing. Sarah. It’s all a little freaky but she’s kind of a fucking boss, not gonna lie. I guess she caught him cheating and put stop to that real quick.”
“Damn, and with all of this? I mean, this is involved! She must be loaded.”
“That’s the best part actually. I think it’s all his money! He was like some bigshot financial analyst investor guy on Wall Street. It’s crazy to think he used to have a job and a future just like us but I guess someone just got a little too big for his britches” I giggled, accentuating that last point with a boop on my charge’s nose, eliciting a heavy eye roll and a low, gagged sob.
“First time I saw Sarah, she was rocking an Hermes diaper bag, I didn’t even know they made those! I don’t think she even works she just lunches and goes on trips with her lady friends” I continued as I balled up the dirty diaper and set about unfolding the new one under Benny’s cheeks.
“Honestly, that’s sick,” Molly replied, leaning in closer. “OMG, look at this,” she said, indicating the pearly bead of fluid accumulating at the tip of Benny’s cage.
“Oh yeah that’s nearly constant,” I chuckled, “like I said, she’s found every way to control her man, or should I say little man, isn’t that right?” I gave another intentionally condescending nose boop.
“Speaking of which, could you grab me a bottle out of that fridge over there?” I pointed at a small black mini fridge near the rocking chair in the corner.
Curious, Molly walked slowly over and opened the fridge door to find an array of glass baby bottles, a dozen in all, each brimming with a white fluid.
“Of course he drinks milk too,” Molly chided.
“He does, but that’s a bit of a different kind of milk if you know what I mean,” I replied over my shoulder while taping Benny into his fresh new diaper.
“No fucking way, is that…?”
“Oh yeah, you wouldn’t believe how much he produces and nothing goes to waste here, isn’t that right Baby Baluga?”
“MMM-MMMPPPHHH!!” came the distressed, muffled response.
“Oh that’s right, paci’s got your tongue,” I giggled, as I began to undo his changing table restraints. “Mol, you wanna stay and watch me feed the brat?”
“No I really should be going!” Came her hurried response. I turned and she looked a little flush and her eyes were darting around the room.
“Oh, okay, no prob, let me walk you out.”
I removed Benny’s pacifier-gag, the massive bulb pulling out of his fat lips with a wet pop, before jamming the rubber baby bottle nipple home before he could no doubt try to call for help, as I’ve found he’s often want to do.
“Drink this and if it’s done by the time I’m back up maybe I’ll get the buzzy out for you.”
That made his eyes light up as he clumsily grabbed at the bottle with two mittened hands and began to suck gingerly at first, making a screwed up expression on his face as his gulping began to pick up steam.
I left him there still strapped to the changing table and walked Molly down to the foyer. She thrust yesterday’s notes into my hand and was gone quick as can be. Must’ve forgot something, I thought to myself. But when I got back to the nursery to find Benny still sucking hungrily at his bottle—and making the occasional pathetic gagging sound. But what caught my eye especially was that one of the stacks of diapers on the shelf below Benny’s head was sitting a little lower than usual. I smirked to myself reflecting on how it did seem like Molly’s backpack was a little fuller than before. To my even greater surprise, I turned towards the rocking chair to find the fridge door still open. Ten bottles chilled neatly in their little orderly rows.
“Oh Scott, you are in for it,” I laughed to myself as I walked over to the toy chest to dig around for Benny’s reward.
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"Well don't just stand there, lil guy." She purred in a sultry voice, beckoning with a crooked finger.
You didn't move. It wasn't that you didn't want to. You just couldn't. Only a moment before you were in the bathroom, washing your face, fixing your hair, brushing your teeth, primping and preening for the insanely out of your league goddess who'd invited you back to her place.
Now she was sitting on the floor in front of you, legs lasciviously spread, wearing nothing but a bra, lacey white fishnet stockings and... what looked like a very large, pink, diaper.
"What's taking so long?" She pouted, sticking out her lip in a way that made your heart race.
"Is... is that a diaper?" You finally choke out.
She laughs. "What else does it look like?" She asks, smiling unashamedly.
You blushed hotly, looking away. It didn't seem right. She was the person who was half-naked, wearing a ridiculously thick diaper. So why were you the one embarrassed?
"Do you uh, wear them a lot?"
She shrugged. "Hmmmm, I dunno. Just when I feel like it." She gave you a sly look that told you it was probably a lot.
You just stood there dumbly, unsure what to do next.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" She asks, getting onto all fours and wiggling her thick, rounded ass in your direction.
Your throat tightened. You did. To your surprise, you really liked it. You were about to say so when you thought of something. "Do you like... use them?"
She got up from the floor and stalked across the room, diaper crinkling.
You let out a soft gasp as she backed you against the door, shutting it and pinning you in place. Her breasts pushed against your chest. She smelled like sex and perfume, and it made your legs weak. She leaned in, gently brushing her full lips against your sensitive earlobe.
"If I did..." She whispered quietly. "Would you change me?" She pulled back to look you in the eyes, blinking innocently.
"Oh god yes." You groaned.
She giggled, and placed a hand on your thigh, giving your very obvious erection a squeeze. "What's this? Did you bring me a present?" She asked playfully.
You nodded eagerly, leaning forward for a passionate kiss.
She laughed again and danced away. "Hang on a minute! I want to unwrap my gift."
You started tearing at your pants, fighting with the zipper when she grabbed your wrist. "Hey! I'm supposed to do that, dummy." She said, rolling her eyes. "And not there. Put it on the floor. I might want to play with it after."
You rushed straight to the spot and dropped on your back, appreciating the new view of her long legs.
"Good boy." She purred.
You were still appreciating the mouthwatering view when she suddenly bent down and straddled your face. The diaper muffled your cry of surprise. The crinkly padding pushed against your face, filling your nose with the smell of baby powder and clean plastic.
She shifted her butt around, making herself comfortable. "Hey!" She exclaimed. "How am I supposed to open my present when it keeps moving around? Lift your legs up." She ordered.
Your legs went in the air. Your head swam. Your penis throbbed.
She let out another giggle and gave your head a pat. "Good boy. Now just one more thing..."
You heard a patter and felt something tickle your face. What the? The pattering increased, turning to a trickle, then a flood. You realized what it was when you felt the heat. She was pissing on you! The heat spread quickly, making the diaper swell even further. You moaned helplessly underneath her, leaking a river of precum into your boxers.
You could hear her... feel her, touching herself on top of you. Her hand was in her diaper, rubbing. You could smell her pee as she rubbed, more and more, hot and depraved, until finally you felt her thighs shiver against your ears and she moaned in delight. She stopped rubbing, panting above you.
You whimpered underneath her. You wanted to cum. You wanted her to make you cum. More than anything. Your cock was crying, ignored and desperate in front of her, sticky and wet with your need.
She seemed to notice your plea. "Oops, sorry, lil guy. Forgot you were there." She wrestled to get your pants off. " Mmm... won't be needing these anymore," tossing them across the room with a satisfied huff. "There. Now I c- Oh? What's this?"
The diaper lifted off your face. She sat next to you, holding up your boxers. "Can you explain what happened here, mister?"
A good portion of the fabric was dark and shiny where your precum had soaked into it. You swallowed. "Thats... I just... well, like, when you got on-"
She tutted and placed it on your chest. "Bad boy. I thought you were big, but you clearly need this more than I do."
To your horror, she quickly undid the tapes on her diaper and went between your legs. "Wait wait what are you doing?!" You cried out.
She smiled evilly, producing a huge pacifier from somewhere and shoving it between your lips. "What does it look like? Diapering the baby, duh."
You weren't sure why you didn't resist as she taped you into the soaked diaper. The wet padding hugged your cock, pressing her pee against you. Her hand was on your crotch, rubbing, squishing, kneading, slipping and sliding over the head of your sensitive cock, rubbing, and rubbing and ru-!
You let out a breathless whine and lost control, splattering cum all over the inside of her... your, diaper.
"Uh oh! Did the baby have another accident? Bad boy! You have to tell Mommy if you have to use the potty." She shook her head in disappointment, reaching under her bed for another diaper. She fluffed out the wings and began to tape it over the one you were wearing. "Well, mister. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
You blinked up at her, smiling stupidly. "... No... Mommy."
She grinned and spread her legs. "Good. Now crawl over here and lick up this mess. Some stupid baby butt got my pussy all wet."
Something inside you clicked into place. Your cock started to grow again. You crawled forward and meekly spoke the only two words you would really need to know.
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"Okay, baby, just like we practiced, ready?"
My husband swallowed audibly, extremely conscious of the other, more virile man with a possessive hand wrapped around my waist.
"P-please dear," he wavered. "I won't do it again, I swear. Just please don't make me do this."
I frowned and tutted disapprovingly. "Is that how babies talk?"
"I'm not a baby..." He dared to mutter.
I gasped and put a hand to my lips. "You're not?! Do you hear that, Daddy?" I asked, leaning in to my boyfriends chest. His arm tightened around me and my kitty started leaking. "The little guy here says he's not a baby. That means I don't have to do any more of that silly 'boobie' time stuff." I said, referring to the times when I graciously let my poor hubby suckle on my nipples while I stroked the crotch of his fat diapers. I grinned widely as he let out a long, pathetic whine.
"Wait, wait, no please. I'll do it. I'll do it, please let me do it!"
As pathetic as it was, we both knew it was the last shred of sexual activity he had with me and I knew he was desperate beyond belief to hold on to it.
I used a finger to start tracing the hard muscles of my boyfriends chest. "Mmm.. I don't know. What do you think, Daddy?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "Damn, I'll never get used to this shit. Did he really beg you for this?"
"Oh, absolutely," I replied. "He kept whining and begging to call me Mommy. It was all so sad so I decided to play along with the little tyke." It was true, at least partially. He had wanted to try some more femdom play in the bedroom, and I saw a chance to work in some of my... interests. It was a win-win, really. Plus, its not like it's my fault his little dicky never gets harder than when I'm taping him into a fresh diaper.
My husband started to protest. "But that's no-"
"Shush!" I said fiercely, giving his toddler harness a warning tug. "The adults are talking."
Daddy chuckled at my husband's meek compliance and grabbed my ass. "Ok, fine. You got me interested. Go ahead and let him do whatever fucked up thing you thought up." He laughed again.
I grinned sweetly and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, sir."
I stepped forward and bent down. "Come on, honeybunny. Show-time. Can you be a big boy and scoot around to face Mommy? Can you do dat? Hmm?" I patted my legs for effect, the way you do to get the attention of a distracted toddler.
His diapers crinkled loudly as he turned around and sat back, studiously avoiding any eye contact with the superior man in the room.
"Good boy!" I cooed approvingly, leaning forward just a bit more and patting his head.
His eyes were locked on my cleavage and I knew his little nubby would be hard and compressed as a diamond in his inch-long baby cage.
"Okay, sweetie. Just like we practiced. On three."
He nodded and looked away. "Yes, Mommy..."
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"If you're a baby and you know it, pee your pants."
I watched with glee as my hubby scrunched his face in concentration. He was soaking his pampers. Just liked we'd practiced.
*Psss psss...* Came his hushed reply.
"If you're a baby and you know it, pee your pants." I continued.
*Psss psss*
"If you're a baby and you know it, with a wet dipee to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man"
*Psss Psss*
"If you're cranky and you know it, stomp your feet."
*stomp stomp*
"If you're cranky and you know it, stomp your feet."
*stomp stomp*
"If you're cranky and you know it, with a frowny face to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man"
*stomp stomp*
"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."
...*clap clap*
"If you're a cucky and you know it, clap your hands."
*clap clap*
"If you're a cucky and you know it, with a tiny dick to show it, then you're a cucky and you know it, not a man."
*clap clap*
...
Except for my husband's quiet sniffles of shame, the room was quiet until my boyfriend let out a bark of laughter and pulled me back into his arms.
"Ok, you got me. I guess I'm a little fucked up too cause for some reason that turned me on."
I leaned in to put my lips against his ear while reaching down to grab at his thick cock through his jeans. "Mmm, good."
We started kissing and pawing at each other, movements getting more and more frantic until a plaintive whine cut through the haze.
I rolled my eyes and gently pushed my lover away. "You head upstairs, I need to take care of the little-guy real quick."
He snorted in annoyance and glared at my husband, who in turn cringed and began to suck on his thumb. Daddy looked back at me. "Fine, but unless you want a spanking you'd better hurry the fuck up."
As he stomped upstairs I reached for my phone and pulled up the app I was looking for.
My husband's eyes went wide as saucers. "Mommy NO!" He cried.
I tapped the screen.
Signals from my phone zipped through the air to connect with the two tiny receivers inside my husband's diaper. The first one set the head of his chastity cage buzzing, relentlessly stimulating the sensitive head of his baby dick. The other caused the hollow-inflatable plug filling his pansy-pussy to rapidly deflate.
The back of his diaper rapidly ballooned outwards with a day's worth of "smushies" even as he had a #3 accident in the front, his cucky clit dribbling its mess all over the interior of the diaper. He was wailing and crying as he lost control over seemingly every bodily function and I stopped the vibrator to shove a fat paci-bulb between his lips and locked it tight around his head.
He looked at me, teary eyed, and weak, and adorably muted.
I smiled and cupped his cheek in one hand. "Mommy needs to go play wrestle with Daddy now. You be a good boy and enjoy making squirt-squirts in your pampies. Mommy will come change you when Daddy is done making his squirt-squirts inside her, kay?"
I switched the glans-vibrator back on before he could respond and rushed upstairs. Taking care of such a big baby is hard work after all. I deserved a little reward.
These are ENTIRELY based on my own experience with @giggle-byte and may not match your own experiences or capacity. That said, if the ideas below worked for us, repeatedly and well, maybe you'll enjoy too!
BUILD A BEAR! Seriously, I had never gone or ever really wanted to until momma and I were together this year and suddenly we HAD to. In fact I was feeling pretty big and switch-y with my cute princess, so we both kinda ended up having little time... and her adorable new set rabbit friend, and my new cute eevee (with a ravenclaw scarf and sorting hat, I couldn't resist) made us both feel miniscule!!! SO FUN.
Going to a zoo, aquarium, or nature park. Now, I've done this multiple times with momma now, both in the States and in upside-down-backwards-land, which is what I call Australia when I'm feeling cute and little. It's sublime. Childish wonder, public without feeling exposed, often able to discretely change a pull up or diaper if needed, with the chance to see cool animals and learn and feel wonder?????? YES PLEASE!!!
SNUGGLE CENTRAL MORNINGS! This is a criminally underrated experience... when you wake up, and don't even have to get out of bed to get cuddles. Now, some cg/l dynamics are long distance or don't share a bedroom. Well guess what? You just need to call! Seriously, a SUPER underrated cg/l experience is being able to get really morning cuddles and affection without even having to get out of bed. If you can be the little spoon, even better. Little spoon WITH stuffies, and maybe even being so cozy you both fall back asleep? It'll be like waking in a cloud made of coziness. YOU NEED TO TRY THIS ONE!!!! THE BEST way to wake up is, in fact, extended sleepy time snuggles.
SEX SHOP(PE)! NO, I'm sincere here! They were knowledgeable and kink aware, they clearly had no idea what me and momma were up to, and it was immediately apparent that they thought anything beyond fluffy handcuffs was probably a bit too kinky for their shop... but momma still got a lovely light mini crop with feathers on one end (more for the sensory play than impact of any kind!) And she got me a glans ring to try. I guess just being able to publicly go somewhere kink aware and safe made us both feel very seen and kinky and fun! Would strongly recommend for those who can safely go!
Being given a shower or bath, while your caregiver stays mostly clothed or even JOINS you. Truly you'll never feel as adorably little as when your mommy or daddy make you bend over to get between your butt cheeks, or tells you to shut your eyes tight while they wash your hair, or give you a bath toy to keep you occupied. You think that's good? Try the towel-drying and teasing and giggling, all at once... it's indecent how adorably little and cute you'll feel! If they make you dry extra thoroughly to get you re-padded you'll lie down feeling about an inch tall at biggest!
Image Credit: This is NOT my image. All credit belongs to @little-prince-patch
All people depicted in the following picture / caption are consenting adults over the age of 18.
Well aren't you just the most adorable cabbage in the patch?
Suck-suck-suck
Good boy! Looks like some little diaper dumper finally learned to stop taking out their paci without permission. Is that you? Are you Daddy's smart little diaper dumper? Huh?
Suck-suck-suck
*laughing* Thought so. You're going to be the most handsomest potty-pants at your new AB-daycare. I'm sure the other munchkins will be all over you the second you walk in. That's why Daddy's favorite tinker-toy is squished away nice and safe in its prissy-prince-cage. Can't have my boy trying to imitate his Daddies with the other boys on his first day. I don't want you getting in trouble, kiddo.
Suck-suck-suck...
And speaking of trouble, I gave your teacher a copy of your key and told them to unlock you for afternoon recess if you behaved. That means 15 whole minutes to make your diaper goopy in the front instead of the back. Though... knowing you, it'll probably be both. *chuckles*
Well, Daddy has to head to work now. *ruffles hair* You be a good boy today. And remember, if you have trouble making friends, you know what to do, right?
Hey all, quick update on the Cuckle's Therapy story content. I generally liked where I was going but I changed the plot slightly so that Kristen (Stephen's fiance) will be staying on the resort with him. It's just that while she goes out and looks for some fun, our sissybaby stephie will be having fun being looked after by the resort's staff.
I wanted to keep her close to our MC because his "Mommy" should obv have an active role in his "therapy". 1 - so she can learn how to be a proper Mommy, and 2 - so sissy can feel extra frustrated and silly watching her flirt around.
Security Check (And Some Shopping!) Pt.04 - NSFW 18+
Disclaimer: All people depicted in the following story are consenting adults over the age of 18.
Author's note: The long awaited Security Check part 4. OH MY GOD THIS ENDED UP BEING SO MUCH LONGER THAN I INTENDED.
*exhausted sigh* Ok well, enjoy, ya lil perverts.
Here's the links to the previous installments if you haven't read them yet.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Alyss’s fingers danced down his sides. Casey shivered and moaned into his gag as she caressed the taut, quivering skin. Blindfolded, arms and legs spread eagled and securely tied to each bedpost, he couldn’t do much else. His tiny penis trembled and bobbed with her ministrations, coaxing more and more glistening sweetness to the tip, a beacon to unrequited need.
She sat by his side, smiling down at her prey. “Don’t cry, sweetie,” she murmured, softly tracing circles around his nipple. He whimpered as she leaned in close, hot breath kissing the nape of his neck. “It just makes me want to do more terrible things to you.”
Like most mornings over the past week, the throbbing was what woke him. He squinted in the wan morning sunlight rudely intruding through his bedroom window. With a mumbled groan, Casey pulled the blankets over his head. He winced and gripped Freya tighter as his penis futilely struggled to harden. The heft of the stuffed dragon helped take his mind off the discomfort. Which was ironic considering the woman who’d won him the toy was also the sole reason behind said discomfort. Alyss had kept him and his tiny cock firmly under lock and key since their date last weekend. Remembering that night raised the pressure in his chastity to carbon-crushing, diamond-producing levels. He moaned like he’d done in her arms, squirming against her while he suckled on her engorged, tender nipples. It was a memory of addictive torment, being utterly unable to move while she used her fingers to please her aching snatch to several toe-curling orgasms. Casey remained trapped in her arms all the while, providing additional stimulation with his suckling and, when her sensitive nipples became sore, filling the air with lustful whimpers and the sinfully gentle sound of crinkling.
She’d fallen into satisfied sleep soon after her last orgasm, leaving Casey to battle against his own raging libido before eventually falling into a troubled, breast-filled sleep of his own. He considered it the best night of his life.
Casey sighed with relief as he finally went flaccid and swung his legs over the bedside. Letting out a yawn, he adjusted his overnight diaper and picked up his phone. He smiled. Alyss had messaged him several times earlier that morning.
Mornin, noodle-pants! Did you sleep like a baby? LOL. Jk, you always do. =P
Casey’s smile widened.
Are you wet? Send pics! *water emoji*
No Mommy… He texted back. Casey’s phone clicked as he took the pictures and sent proof. He set the phone down and looked at himself in the mirror. Weak chin, soft, ill-defined features. He looked like a picture of something that could be found in the dictionary next to ‘effeminate’. He sighed. He didn’t even have a body to put lie to his boyish features, standing only 5 ‘3’ and a measly 110 pounds. Jello had more definition than him.
His lamentations on his boyish physique were broken while he spat the last bit of rinse into the sink. His phone was buzzing. Casey smiled involuntarily.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning!” Alyss responded. “Looks like my widdle super soaker managed to stay dry all night again. What a good boy! Maybe we can start training you to use the potty like a big boy,” she teased.
As usual, Casey was immediately flustered. His newfound… girlfriend? Lover? Mommy? Shrug had a potent combination of sharp wit and sadism that seemed to always have him reeling on his back foot. Not having the foggiest idea of what to respond with, he decided on tried and true, “Uhhmm…”
Alyss giggled cheerily and leaned into the opening. “Uhhmm? Does that mean you don’t want to be potty trained? Why not? Is it because you like using your diapers? Does baby like making wetsies?”
Casey stuttered and stammered. “Uh, no, I mean, uh, I just said good morning and, uh-“
“Calm down, Crinkles,” she chuckled. “I’m just messing with you. I already know just how much you love being a little pee-pee boy.”
Casey blushed hotly.
“Speaking of,” she continued. “Let’s face-time. Turn on your camera, kiddo.”
“What?” Casey replied, caught off guard. Why would she want him to turn on the camera?
“Come on,” she coaxed, “pretty please. For me?”
Casey swore he could see her pouting lips through the phone. “Um, ok I guess.” He tapped his phone. Alyss’s smiling face and part of her torso lit up the screen. She wasn’t wearing any make-up. Her features were a little less pronounced, her red hair was a snake’s nest of bed-head, and she was wearing what looked like an old oversized t-shirt. She was still the most attractive person he’d ever seen. Not fair, he thought, wishing he had even half of her looks.
“Uh-oh.” Alyss said suddenly, tutting. Her lips flattened into severity.
“What? What is it?” Casey asked confusedly.
“Don’t you know that’s illegal?”
Casey was extra confused now, and more than a little worried. “Did.. did I do something?”
Alyss nodded gravely. “I’m afraid so. You’re too cute. Probably usin’ up all the cute molecules in the world. There won’t be enough to go around for anyone else.”
Casey was so flustered he didn’t know what to say. She did it again! “Oh… I see. I’ll… try.” He finally responded.
She giggled. “Good. ‘Cause if you’re too cute I’ll have to squish you up. You don’t want that now, do you?”
Casey couldn’t look her in the eye, even through the screen. “I mean… I guess? I dunno…”
“Aww, did I make the widdle baby all blush—Oh right!” She said suddenly. “I was having too much fun, n’ forgot why I wanted to see you.”
That was surprising. He’d been certain she’d only wanted the camera on so she could see him squirm.
Not waiting for a response, she continued on. “Speaking of squishing and squishy things. You said you woke up dry, right?”
“Yeah.” Casey nodded.
Alyss’s lips curved into an impish smirk. “Good. I want you to wet yourself for me.”
“W-what? Wait like, right, right now?” He stammered.
“Yep,” she said cheerily. “And I want you to show me with your phone while you do it. Gotta make sure a certain itty bitty widdle guy doesn’t get any ideas about trying to use the potty without supervision. What if you fell in and I wasn’t there to fish you out?”
Casey laughed despite his embarrassment. “I don’t know,” he replied shyly. “It’s kinda hard for me to just like… go on the spot like that.” Especially with the shame-fueled erection striving to bend the stainless-steel slits of his cage.
“Aww, come on.” Alyss pouted and fluttered her eyelashes.
Casey’s heart fluttered too.
“Please? Pretty please?” she continued, weaving more and more sensuality into every word. “Can you be a good boy and make wetsies for Mommy, Casey?”
He swallowed loudly.
The view from her phone jumped wildly as she moved it. The camera blurred for a moment as it adjusted, clearing to reveal a thin pair of black lace panties and the plump pair of lightly tanned thighs framing them.
“Look, Casey,” Alyss purred off screen. She reached down and pulled her panties taut against her hairless crotch. A thin strip of slightly darker fabric showed where her sordid excitement had drooled through the thin material. “Mommy wet herself too… I’m embarrassed. Can you be a big boy and make potties to make me feel better?” Her hand disappeared and came back. A small, instantly recognizable brass key dangled delicately between her fingers and kissed the damp fabric between her legs.
Casey wished he was that key. He knew what she wanted. He wanted to do what she wanted. “Yes, Mommy,” he gasped desperately. Casey’s tiny cock throbbed pathetically as he tried to focus on pissing himself.
Alyss began to gently pet her soft mound. “Don’t forget about the camera, hun. I want to watch you being good.”
Casey fumbled for the phone and after some shaking managed to get it pointed at his padded crotch. He was still having difficulty though. Urinating with an erection wasn’t exactly anatomically viable, and Mommy Alyss wasn’t doing anything to help him on that front. He whimpered and used his meek abdominals to put pressure on his bladder. Only a small trickle rewarded his efforts.
Alyss seemed to notice the stress in his voice. “What’s the matter, Casey?”
“I-I’m trying,” he squeaked out. “But it’s hard to go when I’m… hard.”
“Oh!” she giggled. “Well, keep trying, sport. Your little acorn just needs to figure out it should be making little messes, not big boy ones.”
Casey let the tease slip by, too concentrated on earning his reward. Another jolt of urine splashed into the seat of his diaper. Come on… come on… he thought. After a week of no release and relentless teasing he really, really wanted her to use that key. Finally, his eyes closed and he let out long, relieved sigh.
“Good boy!” Alyss exclaimed.
A dark wet spot appeared, and his diaper slowly expanded as more and more piss dribbled from his rapidly deflating boyhood.
“You’re such a naughty, dirty baby, just peeing yourself like that,” Alyss purred.
“But you told me to!” Casey whined back.
The tantalizing site of thinly veiled wetness disappeared as the camera moved back to her face.
“Mmm, yeah but would a big boy just pee themselves whenever someone said so?” She grinned wickedly. “I think we both know the answer, squirt.”
He sighed, defeated. “No, Mommy.”
“That’s what I thought,” she smirked triumphantly. “Now go get cleaned up, squishy-bottom. I don’t want you smelling like pee-pee when we’re out later. See you soon, Crinkles.” Before Casey could draw breath to respond Alyss gave him a loud air smooch and hung up.
He sat there, dumbstruck, exasperated, red in the face, and more than a bit aroused. It seemed like he’d been experiencing that particular cocktail of emotions every time he’d been in contact with the thunderbolt named Alyss. With nothing left to do and a smile subconsciously creeping across his face, he let the now sopping wet diaper thump to the floor and started the shower.
Casey fiddled with his hair for what felt like the thousandth time that morning and checked his phone. 9:14 AM, barely a minute since he’d last checked. He was standing outside his apartment building, waiting for Alyss to pull up. He would have driven himself, but she’d insisted, stating “Uh, little boys can’t drive, powder-pants.” Casey had been looking forward to this day all week. 5 days of nervous crush-energy mixed with a not so small dose of sexual frustration from the tiny metal prison between his legs had wreaked havoc on his patience. But now the wait was over, and they were going out again, for an entire day this time!
After showering himself off and tidying up for their day out together, he’d eaten a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and orange juice to fuel his anxious waiting. He’d agonized trying to choose an outfit for their day together, trying to keep his clothing relatively casual, but not like… too casual so as to appear slovenly or embarrass her with his appearance. He’d finally decided on a dark sea-green cardigan with a light grey undershirt and black jeans. Underneath his more… mature clothing, the coup de grace of his outfit was a thick white diaper with dinosaur print and blue trim. The thickness wasn’t ideal for discretion but after checking in the mirror a few hundred times he decided it was probably fine. He didn’t want any leaking issues like last time… and it would probably make Alyss happy, or at least keep her amused.
His phone buzzed. He fumbled to answer it. “Hello?” he said, cringing at the excited crack in his voice.
Alyss’s voice came through. “Hey, sport, I think I’m almost the—oh, I see you!” She hung up the next instant, leaving Casey startled and looking around expectantly. Sure enough, he saw the dark blue of her SUV pulling around a line of parked cars. Alyss stopped at the edge of the curb and immediately got out to tower over him. “Oh my gosh you look so cute!” she gushed, giving him a quick hug and ruffling his hair. “Look at you, Mr. Fancy-pants. Such a big boy, putting on his own clothes… but…” before Casey could move, she was lifting his shirt and pulling back his pant waist. “Good,” she said satisfactorily, stepping back to let Casey cover back up. “Had to make sure you didn’t get any ideas about being an actual big boy.”
Practically on fire with shame… and a certain other sensation centered around his lower waist, Casey prayed to whatever voyeuristic deity was watching that no one had seen his brief exposure. He found himself subconsciously leaning into Alyss’s embrace, finding security in her arms.
“Th-thank you,” he mumbled back.
She laughed. “For what? Telling you you’re cute? You don’t have to thank me for that, silly. It’s true.”
Casey felt his gut tingle and grinned uncontrollably. “Um, y-you look pretty too.” It was true. She was wearing a slim, plain red tank top under a stylish leather jacket that accented the loose, fiery curls of her hair and gave him an achingly wonderful view of the dip between her plentiful breasts. Navy blue jeans defined the wide curve of her ass, and a pair of high-heeled black boots accentuated her long legs. Casey especially appreciated the latter item. The boots gave Alyss a good 2 inches of extra height. With her normally at 5 ’11” compared to his own meagre 5‘3”, she loomed over him at the best of times. Now, she was a great goddess of towering proportions.
She looked down at him, having to look past her substantial bust to make eye contact. She giggled at the sight and patted his head. “Why, thank you, sir.”
Casey was about to melt into the pavement when a pair of older women walked by with their dogs.
“Awww, how sweet,” they tittered as they passed.
Blushing brightly, Casey suddenly remembered they were standing in a public parking lot and reluctantly pulled away. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “We should probably get going.”
“Ah- well, ok then.” Alyss whirled around and quickly walked back to her car, hoping Casey hadn’t seen the tinge of red in her face. “Hop in the back, kiddo. No crinkles in the front seat.”
“Ok, that should about do it.” Casey said, putting a bottle of powdered cumin in the basket.
Alyss stood at his side, perusing the rest of the stock. She glanced at him, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “Are you sure? Maybe you should get some for yourself too. You know, since you have Mommy here to reach the top shelf.”
Casey’s eyes flitted around, hoping for the dozenth time that no one had heard one of the many gentle jabs she’d made while they were here. They’d only been at the grocery store for half an hour and Casey felt like he’d never be able to show his face here again. “No,” he responded, not making eye contact. “That’s fine, I have plenty.”
“Mmmm, if you say so,” Alyss teased, relenting with an innocent shrug.
Casey started to push the cart towards the register when a firm grip on his ass made him jump in surprise.
“Wait,” Alyss said flatly. She squeezed him a few more times, making the padding crinkle loudly. “I forgot something.”
Flustered and a little curious, Casey followed along as she set off. He stopped a short distance away when Alyss started talking with a store employee.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” she said, smiling warmly.
The worker, an older woman probably in her early 40s, looked away from her work. “How can I help you?”
“Well,” Alyss started, looking troubled. “I started taking care of a baby recently.”
Casey’s stomach dropped. No. She couldn’t be.
“And he’s still in diapers,” Alyss continued, “but I realized when he was over that I didn’t have like, anything at my place that babies need and have like, no clue where to start.”
Huh? Didn’t she say she babysat in high school?
The woman nodded understandingly and smiled back. “Say no more, hun. Follow me and I’ll give you a little run down of our baby aisle.”
“Thank you so much. You’re a life saver.”
The older woman gave a small chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. I remember how crazy everything was when I had my kids.”
Casey followed far behind them, shellshocked and suddenly grateful that the cage limited stimulation so he didn’t do something else to make the situation even more dire.
“He’s not mine.” Alyss gently corrected her. “I don’t see the lil’ guy very often, but I get the feeling that’s going to change pretty soon here.”
Casey swallowed loudly.
“Oh, I see. My mistake. How old is he?” The other woman asked.
Alyss looked back at Casey and flashed him a sly grin before looking back ahead. “Between you and me,” she said, making no effort to keep the supposed secret, “he’s a little too old to still be in diapers.” She chuckled.
The woman shared the laugh and gave a helpless shrug. “Oh dear. Maybe he’s just a late bloomer?”
“Mmm,” Alyss thought out loud. “He’s kind of a momma’s boy. Maybe that has something to do with it.”
Casey was sure he was dying. He was meekly following along while his new girlfriend might as well have just outed him to a complete stranger, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to run into Mommy Alyss’s arms and beg her to unlock his aching boyhood. He was dying. That was it. And this insane, sordid heaven was slowly descending to take him.
“Here we are,” the worker woman said, stopping before a row of miscellaneous baby supplies. She selected a few off the shelf to show Alyss. “Lotion and powder are definitely essentials for little ones. It helps keep their skin soft for one. Dry skin cracks and can cause an infection if you’re not careful.”
Alyss looked on with interest. “Mm.. I see. Better get lots then…” She turned to put the items in the cart while Casey looked on, flabbergasted.
“Another benefit is the smell.” The worker smiled sheepishly. “Helps keep some of that dirty diaper smell away. If he still uses them for that.”
Alyss laughed gaily. “I mean, he might. He hasn’t done… uh, that when I’m around.” She paused. “Yet.”
Casey felt a trickle of pee escape.
The woman continued on, ignorant of Casey’s excruciations. “Some other essentials are baby wipes, changing pad, diaper pail…” She trailed off, thoughtful. “What size diaper does he wear? I can give you some quality brands.”
Oh, hello, God. It’s me, Casey. How’s your day going, oh and could you hurry up the whole pearly gates orientation before I do something that gets me blacklisted? Thanks.
Alyss made a show of inspecting the packages. “You know, I don’t really know. I think the ones he wears now are bulk ordered by mail or something? He goes through a lot. Kiddo’s a little fire hydrant to be honest.”
The woman chuckled. “I see. Well, I’d say that’s about it for diaper stuff. Some other things I’d recommend are food and feeding supplies. Sippy cups or bottles depending on how developed he is, maybe some baby foods… Stuff like that. Toys are also good to have around if you expect to have him over often. I can’t really recommend anything in that regard without knowing what he likes, but let me just say a busy boy is a good boy. ‘Cause they don’t have the energy to do anything else.” She tittered gave a “boys will be boys” shrug.
Alyss laughed with her while Casey’s soul fizzled out behind them. “Thanks for all the advice, Miss. I’ll look into that. I hope you have a great day!” She turned back to Casey and pried the cart from his petrified fingers. “Come on, squirt,” she said, emphasizing it with a dull-sounding smack to his padded rear.
Never mind… uh, cancel my reservation. Finally, mercifully they were leaving, and another scandalously curvy kind of paradise was calling his name… Or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.
Casey loudly cleared his throat. “Uh, Alyss? Do… uh, do you think we could swing back by my place? Just for a minute.”
Alyss’s inquisitive eyes met his in the rearview mirror. “Sure, I guess? Did you forget something?”
Yes. He had forgotten something, and the spongy padding between his legs was making the absence more obvious by the minute. Powder, lotion, cream, wipes, even some shameful dozens of cans of baby food, and he was missing the most important thing. How could he have forgotten to pack extra diapers!? He was certain he’d prepared everything for today. Anxiety was not a good memory aid. True, his diaper was thicker than normal and could hold up for at least another hour… but he hadn’t realized how much he’d drunk nervously waiting for Alyss. On top of the shame trickle at the store, he’d wet himself another two times on the drive home and while taking in the groceries. And… damn it, he’d had another glass of water at her place. A new pang in his bladder made him shift and look away. “Just, uhh, a book I’ve been reading, heh. I bought it two weeks ago and like to read before bed. It’s a fantasy book,” he added unnecessarily.
Alyss raised a delicate eyebrow. “Hey, Crinkles…” She twisted back to smirk at him. “Has anyone told you that you suck at lying?”
Casey swallowed. “Yes…” he said quietly.
She let out an undignified snort of amusement. “Of course they have. Good thing you’re pretty good at actually sucking.” She gave him a raunchy air smooch and winked.
He blushed hotly.
“Well, go on then,” she prompted. “Tell Mommy the truth.”
“I.. I peed.”
“So?” She snickered. “Isn’t that kind of your thing?”
Full of dread at what he was about to unleash, Casey answered. “And… and I forgot to bring extra… uh, changes.”
Alyss’s return smile relieved the discomfort in his bladder as the building stream released all at once. “I see…” she mused.
“Yeah...”
The silence stretched.
Finally, Alyss shrugged, put the car in reverse, and began backing out.
“Soo, was that a yes?” Casey asked hesitantly.
“Of course,” Alyss assured him.
Casey let out a relieved sigh.
“Right after we make a quick trip to this shop I’ve been wanting to check out.”
Casey’s relief forced its back way in to nest in the pit of his gut. “H-how long will that be?” With the fearful flood he’d just released, a leak was looming just around the corner.
“Ohh, I don’t know,” Alyss mused as she pulled into traffic. “Probably an hour or two? I’m sure you’ll be fine, kiddo.”
He was sure he wouldn’t be fine. “Alyss, plea—"
“Hush,” she ordered, sparing him a brief but stern look. “No more of that. Silly little boys who can’t even remember to pack pampers other than the one they’re wearing don’t get to use adult names. You know what to call me.”
“Mommy…” Casey whispered hoarsely.
“Good boy.” She praised him. “Now no more using my name for the rest of the day and certainly no asking for changes. In fact, I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until I say you have permission. If you understand, put your thumb in your mouth and keep it there while you sit in your potty and think about what a big baby you are.”
Casey was fearfully sucking his thumb before she finished, not wanting to dig a bigger hole than he already had. He wasn’t sure how long he sat like that, sucking on his thumb in his nearly sopping diaper. It felt like at least half an hour had gone by, during which time his need to wet had started to tickle at his insides once again. I really shouldn’t have had that water… He let out a resigned sigh and gave this thumb another sullen suck. It had started to get wrinkled and sore minutes after Aly- err, Mommy, had ordered him, but he was too terrified to stop. Plus, he was still banking on the hope that his good behavior today would earn little-er Casey his freedom.
“Here we go,” Alyss finally said.
Dipping down to hide most of his face (and the thumb stuck inside it), Casey leaned against the window and looked out to scrutinize their mystery destination. They were in a small parking lot, ringed by a semicircle of your run-of-the mill local businesses he’d never seen before. With some consternation, he realized he’d been so wrapped up in his anti-leaking war that he hadn’t paid any attention to where they were going or more importantly, how they’d gotten there. It looked like they were some ways away from the city, though in which direction he hadn’t the slightest idea. At least there were way less people here. Less witnesses. He fell forward as Alyss opened the door.
“Whoa there,” she said. “Looks like someone’s feeling brave. Are you sure you want to do that? Right here?”
Do what? Huh? Awareness returning after the fall’s shock, Casey looked up. There were two things that got his immediate interest. One was that his thumb, bizarrely, was still loosely lodged between his lips. Apparently, the prospect of landing flat on his face was less intimidating than disappointing his Mommy. The second, and far more critical development, was that his free hand had reflexively shot out to cushion his fall… and landed squarely on one of Alyss’s substantial breasts.
She giggled loudly as she carefully reached around his small frame to unbuckle him. “You should see your face right now, Crinkles. Whassa matter? Lil’ boy feeling frisky? Or maybe he’s just hungry, hm?”
Casey’s hand shot back to his chest and his cheeks radiated heat. Still under gag-order, he shook his head.
“Oh right.” She commented. “You can take your thumb out now, kiddo.”
Casey hesitated, afraid she would take it back just to mess with him. She gestured reassuringly and he let his hand fall.
“Relax, bud. You can have your talking privileges back. As long as you’ve learned your lesson,” she added playfully. Her voice took on a hint of iron. “You still have to call me Mommy, though.”
Casey nodded vigorously. He could talk now. He knew that. But… but it was probably better to play it safe.
“Come on then,” she said, taking his small hand in her own.
Were her hands always so much bigger than mine? He felt so miniscule, being dragged along by her, thick soppy padding squishing wetly between his legs.
Alyss looked down at him. “That’s quite the waddle there, lil guy. Want me to carry you again?”
Yes.
Casey shook his head. “No, I’m ok. Just… just please hurry… Mommy.”
The store they entered was topped by a plain rectangular sign with an elegant blue script that read, Little Pleasures.
“Surprise!” Alyss chirped, bending her knees to get eye level with Casey and ruffling his hair. “You’ve been such a good boy all week, so Mommy decided baby Casey deserved a trip to the toy store!”
Casey looked at her. Then looked at the store’s interior. Then looked back at her again, dumbfounded. It was a full-blown sex shop! Paintings and photos of models in various states of nudity were tastefully scattered throughout the store, accentuating feminine mannequins clothed in scandalous lingerie, latex, harnesses, collars…
“Well, go on then.” Alyss urged him, giving his ass a playful smack.
Casey just stared back at her, gaping.
Alyss laughed. “God, you’re so fun to play with.”
“Hey! Welcome to Little Pleasures, are you finding everything ok?” said a voice.
Casey and Alyss turned towards the sound. A girl about his age walked in from a side room and set down the stack of boxes she’d been carrying. She took a moment to brush the hair from her face before walking over.
He flushed. Like Aly—Mommy--, this girl was objectively gorgeous. She was shorter than Alyss, but still a good few inches above Casey’s own meagre 5’3”. She had dark purple lipstick and her hair was a lustrous wavy black accented by blue highlights. He could see tasteful, intricate tattoo work here and there on her arms. A pair of skin-tight black shorts barely held in her curvy rear and overlaid fishnet stockings that ended in a pair of retro-looking sneakers. Casey edged closer to Alyss. He was already a guppy out of water in this temple of sin. Now there was a (really fucking hot) audience to watch him flounder.
Alyss stepped forward to greet her, completely at ease. “Hiya! Actually, we’re feeling a little rattled. Could we take a look at your changing rooms?”
“Sure,” the girl replied cheerfully. “Would you like to see them now, or do some shopping first?”
What? Casey blinked, confused both by his Mommy’s remark and the immediate answer.
“What time is it?” Alyss asked before he could pipe up.
“Mmm,” the girl pulled out her phone, “just a little past one.”
Alyss looked sideways at Casey. “We’ll do a bit of shopping first. This little guy has been bugging me all day to take him to the toy store. I should probably let him get something before he throws a tantrum.”
Casey looked down and away, too shy and embarrassed to refute the demeaning lie.
The girl giggled. “Does he throw tantrums a lot?”
“Not really,” Alyss shook her head. “He’s usually well-behaved but he’s been grounded from playtime for the past week so it’s a possibility.”
The girl laughed again. “I see.”
Casey felt himself wilt as her eyes focused on him. “Will you be needing any outfits today?” she asked, running her eyes up and down his body.
Alyss nodded. “Just for him,” she said.
Casey gasped as a hand at his back gave him a gentle shove. He stumbled between the two women and froze, a deer in the headlights. “Wait, wait hang on a second,” he protested, feeling like the butt end of a joke he didn’t understand. “I don’t need any, uh, clothes or anything, really.” His eyes flicked back and forth between the two taller women. He felt his penis throb slightly even as he shrunk into himself under their scrutiny. What he really needed was a new diaper, not that he’d admit it in front of this gothic nymph.
The girl put on a secretive smile and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I’d take the change, dude. That’s an awfully big bulge for such a little boy.”
Casey gaped in shock. How the-why th- Fuck!? Was it that obvious? He looked over to Alyss, close to tears from the terrifying exposure. “Mommy?” His plea ended in a high note of panic.
Alyss drew him back in began to gently pet his hair. “Shh, its ok, Casey. Don’t cry, honey. Miss…” She paused, glancing a question at the girl.
“Brianna,” she cut in brightly.
“Right. I’m sure Miss Brianna here is very discrete. Isn’t that right?”
Brianna giggled and mimed zipping her lips. “Just Bri is fine, and yep, that’s right! Dildos and discreteness are what we’re known for.”
Casey didn’t feel like laughing along with the chuckling women. Even if Alyss seemed to, he couldn’t just trust someone he’d just met. Like, was she sarcastic or earnest in her assurances? Unnerving possibilities and scenarios flashed through his mind until he felt Alyss’s strong hand wrap his own and give a comforting squeeze. He buried his face in her shirt and breathed deeply. That was right. He had Mommy here. If she said everything was fine, then it was.
Brianna seemed to notice his distress and her eyes softened. She coughed apologetically. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. We just got like a shit load of inventory in, and this girl gets to organize all of it. If you need anything just holler.” She gave them a cheery wave and bounced off, humming softly.
“What a nice girl,” Alyss commented offhandedly.
Casey sniffled. “Yeah, I gue- hey” he yelped. Alyss’s hands had slipped around his waist while he’d been distracted and were now working to undo the top-button of his jeans.
“Oh hush,” Alyss chided. “We both know what happens when you get scared, and I want to make sure the Diaper Dam isn’t going to break all over this floor.”
Casey stammered to reply. “But, but what if someone sees?” He kept his voice low, irrationally worried Brianna might hear.
Alyss merely shrugged as she unclasped the button and shimmied the fabric down his legs. “Who’s going to see? The cashier? Why are you worried about that, silly? She clearly already knows you’re just a little pee pants.” She began to poke and prod his diaper, inspecting the waistbands and giving experimental tugs and squeezes that sent thrills through his groin. “I don’t think this thing can handle much more, bud. Think you can hold it for a little longer?”
It was true. Without the support of his jeans, the padding was once again prey to gravity and fell limp between his thighs. The formerly snow-white plastic was now the characteristic splotchy bright yellow of oversaturated stuffing.
“Y-yes, Mommy,” he lied, hoping to just get this experience over with.
Alyss raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm… We’ll see about that. I’ll just hang onto these in the meantime.” In one smooth motion she lifted him with one arm while using a leg to pull his jeans the rest of the way off. Then she kicked them into the air to catch them in her free hand.
“What are you doing?” Casey struggled futilely and cried out in dismay.
“Making sure Sir Leaksalot doesn’t ruin another pair of pants,” she answered calmly. She neatly folded his jeans and tucked them into her purse.
Casey’s hands flashed from place to place, struggling and utterly failing to hide his pathetic state. “But-but what if more customers come?” His now bare legs trembled at the thought.
“Well, then I’m sure they’ll take one look at you and this here,” she responded serenely, giving his soaked backside a firm pat, “and understand why you need them.”
Casey’s mouth shut and he looked down, equal parts ashamed and viciously horny. This has been the most embarrassing day of my life… I love her.
“Let’s go look around,” Alyss said. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her. The wet diaper crinkled dully as he waddled to keep up.
“M-Mommy, hold on,” he said.
She stopped and looked down at him. “What’s wrong?”
Casey hesitated to answer. The truth was that he already had a pretty substantial collection of… uhh, adult entertainment devices at home, though he’d never set foot in an actual kink shop before. The internet had spared him that part. “I… uh,” he paused, not wanting to offend her or break the spell. “I already have some, err, uh, toys at home,” he admitted.
Amusement glimmered in her eyes. “Oh, do you now? That’s good to know,” she purred. “Baby Casey can tell Mommy allll about his slutty boy toys later, but that isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”
“Did you find everything all right?” Brianna said as they approached the register.
Casey tried to suppress trepidation and placed the box on the counter. Just get it over with. Remember what you’re doing this for. Alyss was standing just behind him. He glanced back and she gave him a playful wink.
The box on the counter contained a realistic looking bright-blue dildo. The toy was 7 inches long and slightly curved. Casey swallowed hard and avoided eye contact. “Umm, no ma’am,” he finally responded. Even with the tantalizing image of Alyss spreading her legs this was rough. He was still half-naked. Sneakers, short socks, and a very full diaper were his only clothing below the belt. The skin on his legs was tingling with goosebumps and his yellowed diaper hung limply between his slender thighs.
Brianna frowned slightly. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there any way I can help?”
Casey shut his eyes tightly. Here we go…. “I want to wear my toy so can pretend to be a big boy please help me!” The rapid-fire delivery left him slightly breathless, and he covered his fire-truck red face.
The reply wasn’t what he expected.
“Aww! That’s so sweet!”
What the hell? He opened his eyes to see the ebon-haired beauty smiling affectionately, one small hand to her chest.
“Lots of guys aren’t secure enough to admit their own… ehh shortcomings.” She tittered to herself. “I just think its super cool and sweet that you’re so considerate of your girlfriend’s needs. Ugh, I wish there were more guys like you out there. Like, there’s so many jerks that just only think about themselves and then like a lot of the “nice guys” aren’t even really that nice an--“
Casey looked on dumbly as the girl continued to ramble on. He glanced back at Alyss. Their eyes met, and she gave a slight shrug. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one surprised by this turn of events.
“-lus like even with girls there’s a whole new set of crap to worry about, and li- oh!” Brianna’s self-awareness seemed to kick back in. “Haha, sorry about that, got distracted. Dating is suuuuch a headache. Anyway, where was I?”
Casey opened his mouth to speak. “I-“
“Oh, right! Yeah of course I’ll help you find something. You just want like a strap-on harness or something, right? Easy peezy. We’ve got lots of those. I’ll just need to get your measur-.” She paused, thinking, then looked at Alyss. “Will he be wearing it over his diapers?”
“Definitely,” Alyss answered smoothly. “At least for the foreseeable future. Lil-guy is kinda “accident” prone, if you get me, and I don’t want him to have to worry about it.” She slapped Casey’s rear with a dull thump. “Plus, I think it’d be really cute,” she laughed.
Brianna giggled along. “Oh definitely. I bet he’ll be down-right adorable.” The pretty girl gave Casey an eyelash flutter that made his stomach leap. “Speaking of accidents,” she added, eyeing his overly swollen crotch. “Would you like me to show you to guys your changing room and just bring your ‘big boy’ stuff later? Your little one’s diaper looks like it’s about to pop, and from my experience with that brand you can only get like 3 or 4 good wettings before you need to change more than just the diaper.”
There it was again, the mysterious “changing room” they’d talked about before. It seemed like it was some kind of code with the way they talked about it. Possibilities zipped through Casey’s brain.
Alyss seemed to consider for a moment, tapping a nail to her lips. She nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.”
“Great! Just one moment please.” Brianna skipped over to the front door and flipped the open sign to closed. “Okey-dokey,” she said, when she got back to them. She bent over slightly to address Casey. “We’re gonna play a game of follow the leader now, little Casey. I’m the leader. Can you be a good boy and follow me?”
“Yes miss,” Casey’s submissive brain answered automatically. Her tone was high pitched and syrupy sweet, like she was talking to a toddler. It made him suddenly glad his boyhood was behind bars. Without it, he was certain the two women would immediately notice the extra bump in the yellow padding. He caught Alyss smirking at him.
“Good boy.” Brianna beamed at him and set off.
Alyss took his hand and followed. Casey waddled along behind them, struggling to keep up with the two taller women.
They suddenly stopped and he was amazed to see a section of the wall just slide back to reveal a small rectangular space. It was an elevator! A very expensive elevator too, judging by the lack of noise and inertia, as Brianna hit one of the three buttons on a panel, and they began to descend. “What is this place?” he asked in wonderment.
“You’ll see,” was all they said.
The doors slid open, and it was then that Casey was certain he’d died back at the grocery store. It was heaven. Or, at least, a hyper-kinky version of it made for ABDLs. The hidden paradise was a pastel colored, bunny-soft reflection of the store above. An exact replica of the register counter upstairs stood in the center. Instead of tasteful nudes, the walls were painted with animals and colorful, blocky letters. There were still mannequins in the typical sort of lingerie and bondage gear, but they were now joined by others wearing frilly dresses, overalls, childish t-shirts and others of the like sized for adults. Pacifiers, alphabet blocks, teething rings, and other infantile paraphernalia sized for adults packed the shelves alongside dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and more. He saw shelves stacked with more adult diapers than he’d ever seen, neatly arranged in packs by size and color with individual pairs arranged in painted plastic bins beneath each bulk item. The smell was what got to him most. Every breath was baby powder, lotion, and tantalizing scent of fresh, clean diapers.
“Holy shit,” he murmured.
Brianna laughed. “I know, right? Lots of our ‘surprise’ clients have that reaction.”
Casey once again found himself deep in his Mommy’s substantial cleavage as she pulled him into a hug. “Surprise, baby.” She began to pet his hair.
A simple “How?” was all Casey could whisper out.
Alyss actually blushed a little and let out a self-deprecating laugh. “I was really excited to see you again and did some… mmm, private investigation into stuff you like. I got kind of carried away and well… one link led to another…” She shrugged. “Anywho, it’s like a sex club / shop that caters to big babies like you. Took me the better part of a day to track down a contact and figure out how to get an appointment.”
“We take our clients’ privacy very seriously here. You won’t find us unless you’re really looking,” Brianna chimed in.
Casey was floored. This nirvana had existed here, practically right in his backyard, probably for years, and he hadn’t known about it!?
“Do- do you like it?” Alyss asked hesitantly, suddenly shy.
He looked up to meet her deep green eyes. God, yes. Of course he liked it. He fucking loved it! He wanted to say it out loud. To shout out his appreciation and overwhelming excitement. But there weren’t words sufficient to express what he was feeling right then. He decided to show her instead.
“Mommy,” Casey whimpered out. He wrapped his thin arms around her and squeezed as hard as he could. The events of the day came to a head. Specifically, the glistening wet head of his diminutive cock. He started grinding against her leg like back at the county fair. “I love you, Mommy, I love -oo, thank you Mommy. Momy. Mmmy, mm, mmmmm.” His words quickly devolved into random, nonsensical babble as he gave his raging libido full control and buried his face between her tits.
Alyss just stood there for a moment, frozen and looking down at her writhing boy before smiling softly. “I love you too, Crinkles.”
Casey moaned in response. His diaper was so wet. She smelled so good. I want to cum. His cage felt so tight, but it felt good sliding the swollen head of his tiny penis against the pissy padding. Rubbing against her leg felt good. More, I want more. He wanted to cum so bad. Maybe if he kept going, he would. Cum. Cum. Cum. I want to cum…
Alyss looked up and saw Brianna staring at them with glazed eyes, gently biting her lip. “Ahem,” she coughed, startling the girl. “Could we see our room now?”
Brianna’s eyes focused and she blushed hotly. “Oh, er, uh, haha. Sorry, right over here.”
Casey let out a pitiful mewl as Alyss scooped him up. Nononono, no, stop. I need it, please! He started to struggle but was held fast.
“Soon, sweetie, soon,” Alyss cooed.
He found himself swiftly carried into an adjoining room separated from the main shop by a plain white door with a large 1 stamped on it. There were all kinds of adult-sized nursery themed items inside. Alphabet blocks, ring-toys, one of those fake lawnmowers with the colored balls inside. There was even a small crib in one corner next to a plain wood rocking chair. But what drew the bulk of Casey’s attention was the large, about Alyss-waist height changing table. There were fluffy white cuffs innocently dangling from the corners. Another glob of precum joined the soppy mess in his diaper.
“Well, here you are.” Brianna said. She handed Alyss a large golden key. “I… uhh. I guess I’ll just leave you to it,” she said. She lingered in the doorframe for a few moments, looking like she wanted to say more, before hesitantly stepping out and shutting the door behind her.
Alyss set him down on the plush floor. “Strip,” she said simply.
“Yes, Mommy,” Casey replied meekly. He did as she asked, removing everything except the diaper.
She graced him with another smile and an affirming nod. “Good boy. Now strip Mommy. Start with my jacket.” She turned around and held her arms to her sides.
Casey’s eyes went wide. His penis gave another painful twinge, screaming in captivity. He slid the jacket over her smooth, muscled shoulders. I want to cum…
“Now my shirt,” she commanded, lifting her arms above her head.
“Yes, Mommy.” He tugged at the hem of her tank top. He got the fabric up above her shoulders before he realized he wasn’t tall enough to finish the job. Maybe if I… he tried jumping and pulling at the same time. The attempt was pitiful at best and made his heavy diaper pull dangerously at his hips. “Uhm.. Mommy,” he peeped out.
“What’s wrong, kiddo?”
“Can you, uh, bend down a little, please.” He blushed so hard his cheeks tingled. Not being able to undress the woman of his dreams was somehow more embarrassing than having his piss-filled diaper exposed upstairs.
“D’aww,” Alyss cooed condescendingly. “Are you too teeny tiny to get Mommy’s shirt off? Poor baby. I was hoping you’d take my clothes off like a big, strong man, but I guess I expected too much from my little guy. Here you go, honey.”
Casey couldn’t reply past the knot of shame in his throat and completed the task.
“Good boy,” she purred, and turned around.
The luscious round curves of her breasts stuck out proudly, barely held in check by a lacey black bra. Casey’s mouth watered as he noticed the hard, engorged nipples taunting him through the whisper thin material. She backed towards the changing table, leaned on it, and stuck one long leg out. “Boots. Now.”
He was so excited he had to consciously work to keep his hands from trembling throughout the process. Stray whisps of hot pheromones kept drifting off Alyss’s exposed skin. His diaper kept squishing against the bits of his cock-head that weren’t covered by the cage bars. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. I want to cum.
Alyss let out a low moan and stood up as he reverently removed her second boot. “I love what an obedient little boy you are. My pretty padded pet, here to do whatever I want…” Her fingers hovered over one breast, flexing and clenching as if resisting the urge to tug on the engorged areola. She took a deep breath to calm herself and stood back up. “Ok. I’m done,” she said flatly.
Casey blinked, not understanding. Done? What did that mean? Had he done something wrong? That was it. She was done putting up with him and his weird fetish and no-
She pounced on him, smothering, biting, growling, clawing.
“I can’t take it anymore.” She was in his ear, voice husky and rumbling. “I thought the stripping thing would be hot but I’m tired of waiting.”
Fingers around his neck. Hot breath rasping against his nerves. Pushing, pulling. Whimpering, growling, pawing, burning red lines raking over tender skin, spine arching. Teeth at his neck, on his nipples, hot wet tongue sliding down hairless skin. The back of his head bumped against the changing mat and she easily heaved him onto the table.
Pitiful, breathless mewls and primal growls. He pawed back at her, hands on supple skin, taut muscle, flaming hair between his fingers. A hand on his crotch, kneading, pulling. Tiny cock throbbing, crying, precum coating his hairless genitals.
She climbed on top of him. She’d taken her pants off at some point. Racy black panties just barely concealed the slit beneath, waistband riding high on her sculpted hips. The patch just over her mound was stained dark with her juices. Trails of it glistened on her thighs. His mouth watered uncontrollably, remembering the taste of her cunt-slicked fingers. Casey cried out and grabbed her hips. His present for being good was right there, ready to be unwrapped.
“You dirty little fucking boy.”
Her hands worked at his wrists, then his ankles, restraining each of his limbs in the fluffy white cuffs. She was so much stronger than him. He let a cry of frustration, bucking his hips against her.
“Stay still you little slut,” she growled savagely. She reached down to his side.
Something firm and soft pulled across his quivering stomach. “Noooo,” Casey groaned in despair. He thrashed in vain against his restraints as Alyss fastened the safety strap tight against him.
“Yeeeeees,” she cooed back at him. She sat up, looking down at him, fond smile contrasting starkly with the wicked gleam in her eyes.
Tears started to pool in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to cum so bad. Why wouldn’t she just let him cum. He needed it! His poor balls throbbed painfully. Another discomfort quickly surfaced as he thrashed in his bonds. The strap across his waist was fastened firmly against him, putting pressure on his struggling bladder. The cracks widened and the dam broke. He gasped.
“I know that look,” Alyss chuckled darkly. Her hand cupped his oversaturated diaper. “Baby Casey had another accident, didn’t he?”
Casey whimpered helplessly. A hot torrent shot through the bars of his cage. He tried to clench his overtaxed sphincter muscles to no avail. It was too late now, the flood just kept coming and coming. The wave simply splashed against the oversaturated padding and spread out. A pool started spreading under the small of his back. He winced and tried to flinch away from the unpleasant wetness, only to be stopped by the damned strap across his stomach.
“I thought you said you could hold it like a big boy,” she taunted.
Casey groaned. “But, but, I asked you to take me home and then you took me here and the strap-- glrgh!” His protests ended in gagging as Alyss’s fingers thrust between his lips.
“Shhhhhh. No excuses. This wouldn’t have even been a problem if baby brought extra didees like he was supposed to.” She started finger fucking his mouth. Disgusting slopping noises replaced his pitiful whines. “I guess that’s why you need a Mommy, huh, kiddo? Is that it? Be a good boy and tell me.”
Her fingers slurped out of his mouth. Casey squirmed a bit, wincing every time a new part of his skin touched the puddle of piss beneath him. “I-I need you, Mommy.”
She slapped the crotch of his diaper. More pee leaked out with the blow. “Tell me why.”
“Because I forgot my diapers.”
“Do you need your diapers?”
Casey gulped. She was being so aggressive. He felt mortified but sticky gobs of precum were still dripping out. “Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Then why did you forget them?” She slapped his crotch again. She was starting to pant, juices flowed freely down her long legs.
“B-because I’m a dumb baby?”
She laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek. “That’s right! Now say it again.” Her fingers squished his cheeks together and she forced him to look at her.
Casey blushed hotly and tried to avoid looking directly at her. “I need my diapers because I’m a dumb baby…”
She flicked his nipple with her other hand. “Louder,” she demanded fiercely.
He screwed his eyes shut. “I need my diaper because I’m a dumb baby,” he shouted.
“That’s right,” she purred.
Her tongue was in his mouth a moment later, the breathtaking reward for his pitiful subservience. She pulled back, leaving him gasping.
“Just a dumb, widdle baby who needs his Mommy.” Alyss undid the tapes on his diaper. The front flopped down with a limp splat. “A dumb baby boy who needs Mommy to carry him, and hold his hand, and feed him his milkies. And most importantly…” she idly reached down to fondle Casey’s throbbing cocklette. “To make sure little baby Casey and his even littler baby dicky have looooots and lots of thick didees to catch all his uh-oh’s. Right, baby?”
Breath sawed in and out of his lungs. His ears and face were tingling with the rush of blood from embarrassment and excitement. Alyss had a dainty fingertip on his penis head, idly rubbing around the copious amount of precum running from the tip. His cock was so sensitive it was almost painful. His back arched as far as the strap allowed and moaned.
“Come on, baby,” Alyss taunted. She roughly pinched his cheek, clearly enjoying the pained whimpering it caused. “Be honest and tell Mommy what you need and maybe you’ll get a reward. Good boys get rewards, right?” She leaned forward over him, dangling the key to his chastity between her pillowy breasts.
Casey couldn’t think. His brain was boiling bubblegum and clouds. “I need to cum. Please, please, please. I need to cum so bad. Ohhhhhhh…”
She was bent over him running her tongue over his nipple. She gripped the tender bud between her teeth and bit softly. “Mmm… nope. Try again, dummy.”
Casey was so close to just breaking down and sobbing. It wasn’t fair. He wanted to cum so bad, but he couldn’t do a thing to alleviate the pressure. His arms were tied, and he couldn’t stroke. His waist was strapped down and he couldn’t hump. And even if he was free the cage would make it so he wouldn’t be able to achieve anything more than the most frustrating of ruined orgasms before his pent-up frustration boiled back over. Shivers rolled down his spine as Alyss leaned in and let out a rumbling purr right in his ear.
“Come on, Casey.” She smelled like summer flowers. “You know the words, honey. Somewhere in that teeny tiny brain.” She gave him a radiant smile and raked her fingernails up his thigh. FUuuuuckk! What did she want?! His body was trembling uncontrollably as she continued to gently torment him. It was so hard to think. This was impossible! He couldn’t do anything! It hit him.
He inhaled sharply and cried out. “I need Mommy!”
All the stimulation stopped at once. Alyss stared down at him with rapacious eyes. “Keep going,” she said, placing a hand on his thigh.
“I need you, Mommy,” Casey repeated. “I’m just a dumb, stupid baby and I can’t do anything on my own and I need Mommy to make sure I wear my diapers and dress me and feed me and give me hugs and kisses an- and…” he trailed off breathing heavily, not knowing where to go next. He’d thrown out everything he could think of in that moment, hoping something would stick.
Alyss planted a fat, wet, kiss on his forehead. Mwha! “That’s right, sweetie. Good boy. Such a smart, baby.” She lowered her lips to his ear. “Do you want to cum, Casey?”
“Yes,” Casey mewled.
“Can you cum by yourself?” She stroked his cheek.
“No,” he sobbed.
She reached down to his hairless crotch and massaged his swollen balls. “Do you want Mommy’s help?”
He locked eyes with her. “YES!”
Alyss let out a giggle that made his gut churn with fear and sent another load of sticky need out his dicklette. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly. “Do you need Mommy’s help?”
Casey closed his eyes and let out a moan of his own. Her voice was melted sugar and sex. Her lips were so soft against his ear. “Yes, Mommy, please…” he whispered hoarsely.
The key slipped in, and his penis sprang free. Tears of relief dripped down Casey’s face as all 4 inches of his boyhood bobbed in the air. “Thank you. Thankyou Mommy, thannkyuyknouthnk--“ His appreciation devolved into unintelligible babbling, so overwhelmed with emotion.
Alyss smiled down indulgently. “You’re welcome, Crinkles. I’m happy you realized what a helpless mess you’d be without Mommy around. Now,” she reached down and came back with a thick diaper, baby wipes, and a bottle of baby lotion. “Let’s get Mr. Sog Monster nice and clean so he can make a big sticky messy for Momma.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Alyss opened the new diaper. It had infantile cartoon animals and the word “Baby” written across the front in soft pastel letters. “First things first.” Humming softly, she inverted the diaper and began to use it to wipe up the small pool of pee under Casey.
“M-Mommy,” Casey asked, confused.
She didn’t answer until she had finished. She set the diaper to the side and reached beneath him to pull away its defeated predecessor. “Just getting your new didee a little damp before changies, honeybunch. Mommy knows how much you just loooove to be a naughty, squishy baby.” She balled up the wet clump and tossed it into the nearby diaper pail.
Casey frowned. “But, but that’s, I mean- I don’ w-oohhhh!“
Alyss gripped his tiny dick between two fingers and began to lightly stroke. “What was that, snuggykins? You want more attention? You already have me all to yourself,” she giggled. “Such a needy boy. Here, I know what will help.” She hooked her panties in one finger and tossed them away before climbing onto the changing table.
Casey stared, heart pounding as she positioned her crotch directly over his head, juicy thighs sandwiching his face. Her shaved cunt was swollen and slick with arousal. He wondered what it would be like to be inside her. To feel his tiny tool buried deep in her pussy. She began to lower herself, closer and closer… “MMpphh!” Casey’s cry of surprise came out muffled as he suddenly found his face buried deep in his Mommy’s perfect ass.
Alyss chuckled and reached back with both hands to spread her thick cheeks, giving the squirming boy beneath her greater access to her puckered rosebud. “There you go, sugarplum. Now be a good little bitch and enjoy your Mommy time while she finishes your changies.” She reached for the wipes and resumed cleaning him.
Casey’s brain was melting. His nose was buried deep in her crack. Every desperate breath was a heady combination of musk, hot, salty pheromones, and the tantalizing, flowery aroma of Alyss’s supple skin. His chin was wet with her overwhelming arousal. Tentatively at first, his tongue poked out, brushing against the tight ring pressed against his lips. It trembled and pulsated lightly at his touch.
“Mmmm, good boy,” Alyss moaned atop him.
He licked out again, receiving another pleased sigh from his Mommy. More confident now, he buried his tongue deep in her ass, fully exercising the one freedom of movement left to him.
Alyss tossed her hair and leaned back. The round globes of her breasts stuck out gloriously. “Mmm that’s right you fucking slut. Eat Mommy’s ass.” She reached down to rub her clit, starting to gently rock against his face. She ran a finger over Casey’s little penis, lightly sliding up and down the length in a thin layer of slippery pre-cum.
“Mmmpmmph,” he whimpered.
She was breathing harder now, rubbing faster. “Aww, lookit the widdle stiffy. Seems like someone really likes his Mommy time.” She ground harder, smearing her juices across Casey’s delicate features. “Poor baby probably wants to put it inside Mommy, huh?”
“Yph Mmmy!” came the plaintive cry.
She let out a breathy chuckle. She was so aroused her abdominals were starting to tighten and she felt her wrinkled anus tremble around Casey’s tongue. “Aww. That’s so cute, thinking you can do big boy things with this little guy.” She wrapped her lubricated palm around the head and gave a quick twist, grinning savagely as Casey thrashed and mewled beneath her. The vibrations produced by his pathetic moaning felt incredible. “Silly baby would just end up embarrassing himself.” She shook her head. “No, no, no,” she tutted. “Dirty diapies and Mommy time are much more appropriate for small boys like you.”
Casey found himself nodding and mumbling in agreement as he ate her out. She was right. He was too small. He loved his diapers. He loved Mommy.
Alyss was panting now, so close to the edge. “Fuuuck, why are you so fucking cute you little bitch.”
He didn’t answer, focusing on his task. He loved hearing her satisfied moans. He loved the way she tasted on his tongue. The musky scent of her ass. He loved feeling so helpless and small beneath her, using him for her own satisfaction. He closed his eyes and smiled as he worked, wholly content with this paradise. Her pleasure was his. She was his world. He felt it when her orgasm started, sculpted thighs clenching tight on the sides of his head, plump cheeks shivering as the ring between spasmed on his tongue. He felt her swollen cunt shiver and pulsate on his weak chin, drawing fresh nectar with each contraction to drip down his abused face. He went lightheaded as she momentarily cut off his air-supply, hearing her let out a juddering, choking sob of utter rapture. Then her muscles went slack, strings cut, and she slumped down, gasping.
“Fuck.. fuckfuckfuckfuk…” she whispered, shoulders tossed back and staring blankly at the ceiling.
Casey let out a desperate sob. The momentary pause in depravity was enough for his brain to turn its attention back to his own body. His penis was so stiff he thought it might break, sack so angry and swollen it would certainly pop.
Alyss turned sluggishly, looking at him with glazed eyes.
“Mmmmyyy,” he wailed incoherently, voice still muffled by the ass over his mouth.
She blinked languidly, still staring. Her eyes cleared. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, clumsily swinging herself back onto the floor. She swayed unsteadily and caught herself on the table edge. “I’m so sorry, Casey.” She leaned down to kiss his forehead and lightly stroked his cheek. She smiled as he leaned into her fingers, seeking comfort. His face was a wreck, hair in disarray, eyes red and puffy with tears, skin shiny and wet with her excitement. Alyss felt the shudder of a light orgasm run up her spine at the sight. She glanced at his weeping cocklette. Her eyes softened. “Mommy got a little carried away, sweetie. I’m sorry. Here, let’s get that taken care of.”
He saw her reach for the diaper she’d used to wipe up the leaked piss. “Nooo,” he whined. She was going to lock him back up. He’d never get to cum.
“Shhh,” she murmured softly, fluffing out the crinkly padding and sliding it under him. “Trust me, baby. Trust Mommy.”
He winced in discomfort as the damp, and now cool, padding touched him. “Urgg, it’s cold, Mommy.”
She smiled and slid a booster underneath him. “I know, baby. I know, Mommy will take care of it.” She grabbed a bottle of lotion and liberally coated his groin. The heady musk of sex and sweat was replaced with the gentle, innocent scent of flowers. When she had the diaper adequately positioned for a snug, secure fit, she climbed back onto the table and spread her legs, this time facing Casey.
Casey was about to ask what she was doing when the first splash hit him. “Mommy!?!” His voice cracked with shock. She was actually pissing on him! Hot, golden liquid fountained out between Alyss’s legs, striking his groin, running down his tiny dick and inner thighs onto the diaper beneath him. The padding quickly swelled up, going from fluffy and crinkly to fat and squishy in seconds.
Alyss let out a pleased sigh as the last drops pattered out. She reached for a baby wipe to clean up the splatter and stepped back down. She pulled the diaper tight against his crotch. “There. Now my baby is ready for his cum-cums,” she crooned, securing the tapes and giving his crotch a seductive squeeze.
Oh shit… Casey’s stiffy throbbed madly inside the diaper. The warm, bulky padding full of his Mommy’s piss wrapped his tiny cock in a sordid cocoon. It was so lewd, so depraved, so wonderful. Alyss undid the straps binding him down, saving the ones around his wrists for last. The microsecond his hands were free he tried to rub himself to a thunderous climax. Unfortunately, she’d apparently expected that and he was immediately thwarted as she hooked her hands in his armpits and hoisted him into the air. He’d been kept on the edge for so long. It wasn’t fair! He let out another sob of protest and buried his face in her shoulder.
“Shh, I know, I know,” she soothed. She strode over to the rocking chair and sat down. She leaned back, resting Casey’s head against one pillowy breast and positioned him to straddle one of her long legs. “You’re such a good boy, Casey. I know it was hard for you, wearing that cage all week. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t use your safe word at all. I can’t even imagine how achy your baby bits are…” She grabbed his rear and pulled.
Casey let out a decidedly unmanly squeal as the motion pushed the head of his cock against the soaked padding. He let out a breathy moan as she let him go, gravity pulling him back down. She cupped his chin, eyes the green of a verdant lake glimmered affectionately.
“Does baby Casey want to play horsey with Mommy?” She leaned in for an eskimo kiss, smiling as her nose came back slightly wet from her earlier… exercise.
He didn’t bother responding with words. He just buried his face between her breasts and started gyrating. Casey was ecstatic. All the teasing words, pictures, video calls, touches, exposures over the past week were over and he could finally find release. In his Mommy’s arms. In a thick diaper full of her piss. Humping her leg. Thinking about it made the humiliation more intense and exciting. He hugged Alyss tightly as he thrust and plunged all 4 of his inches into the sodden stuffing. He was already close, familiar tickle tingling away at the base of his nuggets.
Alyss cradled his head. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. Her laugh cut off, and she paused.
Casey heard her say something else after the laugh, but he didn’t understand or care. His desperation had taken him past the point of spoken language. He gave a high-pitched grunt in response and continued his “game”. At least, until he heard Brianna stammering behind him. His eyes widened, and he whipped around. She was staring at him, face flushed, carrying the box from earlier and an assortment of attached girdles. He froze, gaping.
The raven beauty recovered first. “Oh my gosh,” she cried out, looking away. “I’m so sorry! I thought you said I could come in, but I misheard, I’m so sorry- I’ll go now!”
She started to turn away, but Alyss’s voice stopped her cold. “Wait.”
“Don’t go. You heard right. I said you could come in,” Alyss said calmly, still rocking Casey’s petrified body. She finally took notice of his inactivity. “Why’d you stop, kiddo? Weren’t you having fun playing horsey?”
Casey just gaped at her.
She had that familiar hellish glint in her eyes. “O?” She mimed the pose. “O, I see! Baby wants something to suck on.” She turned to Brianna. “Could you come over and help me with my bra for a moment? My hands are a little busy here,” Alyss chuckled, patting Casey’s bottom.
“Uhm, sure I guess.” Brianna crossed the room.
If his brain had been working properly, Casey might have noticed the way she was biting her lip, the extra bit of red in her cheeks, or the nervously whitened knuckles.
“Thanks, hun,” Alyss said, letting her bra drop to the side. She pulled Casey’s mouth to one engorged nipple, chuckling as he feebly struggled in her arms. “Isn’t he cute,” She asked the staring Brianna. “Show him just a little boobie and the poor thing gets all squirmy.” She felt Casey open his mouth to say something but just shoved her teat deeper into his mouth, effectively gagging him. “Ohh. Mommy knows. Baby Casey likes boobies, huh? Well, you can suck as much as you want, lil guy. Now you can go ahead and keep playing.”
Casey swallowed around the spongy teat in his mouth. There was no mistaking the undercurrent of menace in her sweet tone. Closing his eyes, and breathing in the fragrant, milky scent of Alyss’s breasts he began to hesitantly rock his hips.
“Oh, honey, that’s not how you were doing it before. Do you need Mommy to help?”
Casey squealed pathetically around her breast as she started bouncing him on her leg. Up-down-up-down. It was far faster than he’d been gyrating before. The nerves in his cock flared as they were relentlessly stimulated. Fat gobs of sticky pre-cum coated his diaper as she brought him back to the edge in seconds.
Alyss grinned evilly, watching him struggle to control himself. “Oooo I know, baby boy. Horsey is fun, huh? Especially for wet little pervs like baby Casey.” She looked at Brianna. “You should have seen him just before you came in, thrusting away at my leg and moaning. I think he was pretending to have S – E – X, with me,” she said, taking a painful amount of time to emphasize each letter.
Casey sucked hard on her nipple. And focused on the growing fire at the base of his dicklette. He wasn’t even doing it himself anymore. His legs were limp, simply hanging as Alyss bounced him, forcing his tiny dick into her piss over and over again. All he could do was wrap his arms around her and pray she didn’t stop.
Alyss paused, putting a finger to her chin in feigned thought. “You know. I did pee in the lil tyke’s diaper right before putting it on him, and it’s probably pretty soft and slippery in there… So, I guess if it’s a woman’s wetness then it kind of counts as a pussy, right?”
He catapulted over the edge. He let out a series of breathless mewls as every muscle in his tiny frame clenched at once. A week’s work of sticky boy juice shot out of his tiny dick. The mess slathered the inside of his diaper, substantially more viscous than the comparably watery pre-cum.
Alyss smiled as he debased himself. “Uh, oh! I guess that was a little too stimulating for baby Casey.” She cast an apologetic look at Brianna. The other girl was still staring raptly, one hand at her breast, rolling her nipple, and the other between her legs, alternately pressing and pulling. Alyss didn’t know if the other girl thought she was being sneaky, or just didn’t care. She mentally shrugged and went back to her toy. “I think little Casey just had an accident. I swear, he does this all the time. Poor thing just can’t control himself. That’s why he still wears diapers at his age, I’m sure. Well, diapers and the teeny tiny peenie cage he was wearing when we met. Remember that, bud?”
Casey didn’t hear a thing. Alyss hadn’t stopped bouncing him, and, unfortunately for him, he hadn’t stopped cumming. His mouth was open wide in a silent scream for mercy around her teat, urethra clenching over and over, as she remorselessly drew out his orgasm, milking out every pitiful drop leaking out until, finally, she stopped. He would have fallen onto the floor if she hadn’t been supporting him still. His ears were ringing. His limbs were just… gone, mush, jelly, nothing. His vision was getting hazy. He blinked and found himself on his back, looking up into a red waterfall as his Mommy leaned over the bars of his crib. When did he get a crib? He sighed. It didn’t matter. He was tired, drained, exhausted beyond imagining. He was so, so, t-
Alyss reached down to drape the blankie over Casey’s delicate shoulders. She gave his cheek a final stroke and turned around, still gloriously nude, smirking. “Now,” she drawled. “Let’s talk about what comes next…”
