you managed to sneak into your old closet in Daddy’s bedroom while he was away. you’re just standing there, looking at all your old grownup clothes and lingerie when you hear the bed creak behind you
what do you think you’re doing in there princess? 🤨
we both know you aren’t allowed in Daddy’s room without Miss E’s permission, what’s so important you’d break my rules? 🤔
you stammer, hemming and hawing, trying to explain how you didn’t mean for this to go so far! the diapers, losing your potty training, moving into the nursery, it was all too much! Miss E just listens quietly, acting as if i’m not wearing what i’ve clearly put on for your Daddy ☺️
sweetie, darling, princess 🤭 it’s too late for all of those silly big girl thoughts! here, look at us!
i pull you in front of the full body mirror and stand right next to you. the contrast is unavoidable! 😍
beside you is me, the beautiful Miss E, deliciously dressed for hours of grownup time when your Daddy comes home. my soft, milky breasts press against your back, reminding you of your “boobie time” only a few moments ago.
then, there’s you. smaller, weaker, and far less confident. you’re even more naked than me, only wearing your heavy used diapers. they’re threatening to leak, hanging low around your hips in the mirror.
you’re so precious sweetie, but there’s no way your Daddy would want to play his grownup games with you anymore, his pottypants princess! 🤭
now, let’s stop playing pretend and get you changed for beddy bye! Miss E knows how much you like listening to me with Dadyover the baby monitor 😏
“Oh my god! No way, you were serious? That…that’s Alex?”
“I told you I wasn’t kidding! That’s little Alex alright! Don’t you like what I’ve done with him? Isn’t he cute?”
“Oh my gosh! STOP! I can believe that’s him, and that’s gotta be the biggest diaper I’ve ever seen!”
“Yep! Only the thickest and fluffiest diapers for him, the little pamper packer really knows how to fill them. I can’t believe I actually used to think he was a real man. He’s much better off this way, aren’t you cuck?”
“He doesn’t even put up a fight! How pathetic! And now you’re seeing other guys?”
“Yep! That’s the best part! I get to fuck whoever I want whenever I want, I’m finally getting some real dick in my life. Not like Alex, he couldn’t even make it inside of me without spurting his little loser load. No need to worry about that anymore, his little nub is safe and secure in a cute little chastity cage where it belongs.”
A what? Like? He can’t get hard anymore? I HAVE to see that! Can I change his diaper, it does looks so full hehe!”
“Of course! Alex LOVES when my girlfriends change him, and he REALLY likes to have his cage teased! Come along little cuck, time for Sophie to learn how to change a grown man’s diaper!”
“Good morning cucky, how’d you sleep? Oh no! Were we a little loud last night? Did all the moaning scare you? Hmm, I think so! You’re absolutely soaked!
Did your cage get tight listening to mommy moan? Did all those manly grunts make my little cuck so frustrated?
It’s ok sweetie, thats just what grown ups do sometimes! And this is what you do, cuck. You fill those diapers up like a pro! And what else do little cucks do? That’s right mister, they NEVER get to cum.
I have to get back to him, I’m sorry I won’t be able to change you until after we go for round two. Do you want me to turn the monitor on so you can hear better? So you can hear what a real man fucking your wife sounds like? Or would you like me to turn it off? Hmm?
Hehe! Thats what I thought, be a good little cuck and don’t make a peep, just enjoy the sounds you’ll never get to experience. I’ll be in to change you once we’re finished!”
“Shhhhhh…quiet sweetie pie, do you hear them? They’re really going at it up there. All of those grunts, all of those moans, the repetitive sound of the headboard hitting the wall, If I’m being honest it’s turning me on.
Have you ever made a woman make those sounds? Of course not, why else would your wife…oops I mean mommy hire me to cuckysit you while she gets the pleasure she deserves.
Is your caged up winky leaking into your soft padding? Mmhmm, I know it is…crying tears of loser goo into that thick diaper, right where it belongs.
Come on sweetheart, let’s get you strapped into your crib so you can keep listening to that big strong man give her orgasm after orgasm. I just can’t take it anymore, I’m so wet! I’m going to go join your mommy and her lover.
I’ll come check on you when we’re all done, cucky. Then we can get that gooey diaper of yours changed, then the three of us will feed you some yummy cum-cums!”
Aw, I know you don't like them honey. I know they're crinkly and they get hot. But I don't think that's my problem, is it? Am I a bedwetter? No? Am I the limp-dick, bedwetting loser who needed the pharmacy to order in special high capacity diapers just to keep the sheets dry? No? Then why should I be punished for your problem? I'm sorry but you just don't earn enough money for me to waste it like this. I have that trip with Jack coming up - don't you want me to have some extra spending money? Don't you think I deserve to enjoy spending some time with a real man? And all you have to do is get used to spending a little bit longer in a wet diaper each day, which, let's be honest, you should absolutely be used to by now.
Alright well if you're going to be difficult, I don't think you're getting an afternoon change today either. No, it's too late for that now. No, I think today we're going to find out how much those diapers can really hold. Stay here. Do not move. You're getting the locking pants, and I know you really don't like those.
Your wife asked me to babysit you. It must be so embarrassing to have to be looked after at your age. After changing your diaper it’s easy to see how you ended up here. That’s a baby dick, it barely got to 3 inches when I was lotioning you up. Good thing I got your diaper on in time to catch your “accident”. I’m gonna have to tell your wife about it though loser. She said those were forbidden without direct permission and adult supervision from her or daddy. I can’t wait to see them punish you when they get home hahaha.
I jumped much more than I should have. The last thing I needed was to look more conspicuous than I did.
“I…just needed some air,” I lied, desperately trying to play it cool. I bounced a bit, doing everything I could to not fill my diaper in front of the girl I’ve been crushing on for years.
“I see,” she said in a disbelieving tone, “I guess ocean air on the beach wasn’t enough.”
I laughed, trying to play along. “Just needed a break from everyone, that’s all,” I added.
“Well, why didn’t you invite me along? Especially since you seem to be dancing along to the music,” she said, taking a few steps closer to me.
I couldn’t tell if she was being snarky or serious. All I knew is I was in trouble either way. But if she was serious…
“Umm,” I said, fighting another cramp, “Well, I…”
She took another step forward. She was close now. So very close. Her intoxicating perfume tantalized my nose.
I knew I needed to get away. There was no time. Yet, I couldn’t move. I’ve dreamed about being this close to her in private for so long.
“No one’s here, Tom,” she said casually looking around, “What are you thinking?”
That I’m about to poop my diaper in front of you…
“That we should finish this conversation after I run to the bathroom,” I say, trying to sound playful through another cramp.
She smiled again. The same smile in between a smirk and authentic.
“The bathroom?” she asked, “You passed two on the way here. Why didn’t you go to those if that’s what you had to do?”
“I…uhhh,” I rambled, terror growing. Not only was I losing the battle to hold it but she was still inching closer.
I could almost feel her breath on my face.
“Tom, you can tell me,” she offered, “What’s going on?”
“I-I,” I started before it happened.
A low, ominous fart escaped me. A harbinger of the disaster that was now impossible to delay.
I was going to mess my diaper in front of her and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Oh!” she said stepping back as my knees buckled, “That’s why you left.”
I grunted as the first mass loudly forced its way into my diaper.
“Ohhhhh!” she said like a detective breaking over a case, “This makes so much sense!”
I wanted to respond, to say anything to her, but I couldn’t. Not when I grunted again to push out the next mass into my diaper.
“I always wondered why you never just wore a swimsuit. But now it makes so much sense! You didn’t want everyone to see your diaper!”
I open my mouth to argue, N-n mmpgh,” I grunted like a toddler.
“Wow, well I guess this also answers how you managed to stay single! I’ve always wondered how someone as handsome as you hadn’t been taken. But this…makes sense. You wear diapers!”
My face burned in utter humiliation. But finally, after one last, loud push, I was done. I could feel my diaper sagging pathetically.
I tried to think of something to say, though nothing came to mind.
“Are you all done? That looked like a big poopy!” she cooed, her demeanor completely changing.
“I-I,” I stuttered.
She walked over to me, turning me around without a word. Her hand pushed up against my messy diaper, bouncing it a few times.
“Wow, you really filled that diaper up, Tommy!”
“T-Tommy?” I spluttered.
“Well, Tom is a bit too mature for someone in a loaded diaper, wouldn’t you agree? That’s why in Rugrats he was Tommy Pickles, not Tom Pickles. So, it fitting for you!”
I take a step back before her hand grabs my shoulder.
“Oh no, Tommy! You’re not going anywhere until I get you into a fresh diapee!”
“I can do it myself,” I argue.
“No, silly. Not anymore. You’re too precious to be changing your own diapers. Let’s go find a secluded spot so I can get you out of that icky, stinky diaper.”
“No, please!” I whine.
“Oh, stop,” she hissed, “I came here thinking I’d make a move on you because you clearly weren’t going to. And that’s what I’m doing.”
My heart flutters. “A…a move? You wanted to hook up with me?” I asked hopefully.
“Well, yeah. You’re hot. But those plans are out the door. I’m not gonna hook up with you, Mr. Poopypants! But I think this will be fun!”
My heart sinks like a lead balloon. “Y-you won’t tell anyone about this, right?” I beg.
“Of course I am, silly! But don’t worry, I’ll be there with you making sure they don’t tease you too much. Nobody is gonna be mean to my baby.”
Her hand reaches out, pulling me down the path before I can respond. I do my best to keep up, fighting the heavy, drooping diaper between my legs.
She stops at a clearing of grass. “This should be perfect,” she cheers, “Lay down, Tommy. Now.”
I look around in a panic. This is not private. “But you said secluded.”
“This is secluded! Nobody can smell your poopies here! And if they see…they see. Now, on that tush, mister,” she demanded pushing me down.
I meekly obey, covering my eyes as she opens my diaper bag and empties all the supplies.
As the first tab rips I hear a cacophony of giggling girls.
“Don’t mind them, Tommy,” she sings, rubbing my exposed tummy, “You’re right where you belong.”
This caption is for—and features—the relentlessly adorable diaper girl, @blushydollypoppy, who deserves all the attention for being so stinking cute.
You see what’s happening here, don’t you? The needy way she’s gyrating her diaper into her stuffy?
That delightful mix of obedient hesitation and greedy desperation. The way she yearns for the brief moment of bliss when her princess parts rub against her pee-soaked diaper.
A prisoner of pleasure.
Watch how each thrust is carefully tempered. Slow. Far less than what her needy mound craves. Just enough stimulation to want more, but far too little to get off.
The best part is she actually believes her ridiculous display is too subtle and sly for me to notice. Or maybe she’s just too desperate to control herself, consequences be damned.
To be honest, I don’t know which is more adorable.
All I know is the independent, ambitious, and confident woman she used to be is long gone.
The same woman who had guys eating out of her hand after simply smiling at them now reduced to surreptitiously humping her poopy pamper in the middle of the living room.
I should put a stop to it—diaper girls like her are never allowed to choose when they get cummies—but it's far too entertaining to not let it play out.
Plus, I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about right now. Is she imagining herself as a big girl having sex? Or maybe she's been denied so long she now craves her diapers?
I hope it's the big girl one. Ugh, that would make this so deliciously ironic.
I mean, how adorable is it to think she’s imagining herself having sex, like an actual adult, when all she’s actually doing is rubbing herself with four hours of tinkles?
Every stroke becomes bolder as her desperation grows and her brain fogs with desire after every unsatisfying thrust.
Barreling towards the inevitable.
There is nothing quite like watching a formerly strong, sexy woman demoted to this—humping her Build-a-Bear “boyfriend” in nothing but a very soggy, very messy diaper while Blue’s Clues plays in the background.
Nothing can possibly be cuter than her little diaper humpies as Steve teaches Blue how to tell time.
She even put her binkie in her mouth after a particularly adorable moan as if it were her soft moans, not the percussive crinkle symphony her diaper makes with every movement that gives her away.
Oh! It won’t be long now.
Each thrust is greedier than the last. She can no longer focus on anything but lustily rubbing her princess parts on her soft, squishy diaper.
One…two…three carnal, ravenous thrusts in quick succession send her into a frenzy, all attempts at subtlety abandoned.
She’s so close now.
“Having fun, buttercup?”
Her humping immediately stops, though she’s still shaking with the fruitless anticipation of an orgasm that was a heartbeat away.
“I-I-I…”
I didn’t expect a coherent answer, of course. Not when she’s consumed by the orgasm that was so close, but now so far away.
Poor thing must be so frustrated!
And even worse, knowing her unapproved, desperate performance had an audience the entire time. Caught in a ridiculously silly position.
“Awww, I think it’s romantic, little one! You and Sir Cuddles are star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet—if Juliet were a poopy pamper princess! I don’t remember Romeo mentioning changing any messy diapers!”
Her cheeks slowly change from pink to red to burgundy.
“Come sit on my lap, princess. We need to have a little chat.”
She whimpers an adorably quiet “k-kay…”
Her diaper squelches as she straddles my leg, wincing as her mess smushes throughout her diaper.
I boop her nose. “Was someone being a naughty girl?”
“I…m’sowwy was v—hnnngh.”
Her eyes are suddenly unfocused, body tense as I bounce her on my leg.
“Come again, princess? I didn’t understand.”
“Mmmmgh...”
“Are you trying to apologize for being a horny widdle diapie girl?”
“M-mhm…”
“And that you know poopy pamper princesses never make cummies without permission?”
Having a cucky adult baby girl can be so much fun. Imagine what fun you could get up to on a date night - getting your precious girl changed and ready for bed, taping her in to some very thick and bulky nappies to handle all of her night time accidents. Dressing her in her cozy soft pajamas and reading the precious girl a bedtime story and tucking her into her crib for the night…
Only for her to spend the rest of the night frustrated, helplessly trying to rub herself listening to the grown ups having there adult fun through the walls knowing her little baby bits stay locked up in her chastity belt for good. She doesn’t remember he last time she had an orgasm or a grown up played with her. All she has is her soft pink world of blissful innocence completely denied of any and all adult fun and pleasure. Having to be content with the little stimulation she gets from spending all day sitting in her warm wet accidents.
It was ridiculous, he'd told you. You were just insecure. Paranoid, even. You were imagining things where there were none. Cindy was just a friend. A good friend. A super nice, super confident, super capable, super talented…
Yeah, you got it. Everything you were not.
To be fair, you'd been on board with him inviting her for dinner. It was far better to meet this Cindy lady in person, wasn't it? Definitely better to meet her in the comfort of home… to hear her speak… to see and judge for yourself just how "super" she really was.
Not that she had disappointed.
"Oh, you're soo adorable!", she had gushed upon spying your awkward smile and hesitantly extended hand. She'd pulled you into an impetuous hug, never minding that you stood a head taller than her. "Steve tells me such amazing things about you! He's always saying how sweet you are, and how much you like cute things, you know… You're super into Hello Kitty, isn't that right?"
Dammit, Steve. Damn you and your big mouth!
But of course you hadn't been able to lie. Not with that hot, incriminating flush already spreading across your cheeks. Not with that heap of stuffies in your shared bed. And certainly not with your private knowledge of what had been beneath your skirt at that very moment: panties festooned with adorably printed baby kitties.
That had been six whole months ago.
Exactly how Cindy had wormed her way into your and Steve's lives, even you could hardly say. There'd been the shopping trips, of course. Those weekends hanging out at the café, all three of you. That time in the movie theater. And sure, you'd never suspected that along the way, your tiny bladder would become such a center of attention. But oh, it had. And with every lilting giggle of "Aww, you have to go again?!" – every motherly "Hey, you're sure you're not going to have an accident?" – well…
You'd become a bit less of a woman. In everyone's eyes – including your own.
Now here you stood: victim of your own body's failings and this woman's effusive attentions. Her hands tightened around your waist, her fingers tugging upward on the flimsy – and perilously short – skirt she'd gotten you. And oh, how sweetly she uttered those mortifying words at the sight of that new padding!
"This diaper looks so perfect on you, baby! You'll never have to worry about running to the potty again. I mean…" and here she chuckled wryly. "Not that you've had much success lately. But now you don't even have to try, do you?"
You opened your mouth to protest. You weren't the baby she was making you out to be. You weren't! All those accidents, those stained panties, those wet sheets over the past months… they were just flukes. You could be a big girl. You could, you really could-
"And honestly," she murmured, her voice slipping down into a confidential purr. "Steve's going to love you so much better like this. You know, he was telling me just the other night how much happier he is now in an open relationship. I can't really blame him, either. He doesn't need to worry about getting peed on when he's fucking, you know?"
No- no, that's not true! That's not-
"I mean, sure – we all know you said it was squirting. But as one woman to another, let me just say… I think we all know what it was, don't we? Don't we, baby?"
Your cheeks were afire, your pulse hammering. You wanted desperately to deny it. But… you couldn't. Not anymore.
"Anyway, don't worry!" Cindy giggled, her eyes dancing merrily at the sheer incongruity between your reflections. "He still says you're better than me at blow jobs. So let's just plan on that from now on, shall we? You can be our sweet little potty-pants partner, sucking off your man as often as you want. And when you're done sucking and swallowing like the good little slut you know you are… you can crinkle over to the doggie bed and let me handle part two. Mmm-hmm! Won't that be fun? Sitting there, watching the two of us fucking like real adults?"
You shuddered, the mental image searing into your brain. No- no, you couldn't- not that-
"But you know the best part?" Cindy's voice was whispering in your ear now, rippling with mirth. "I bet it's gonna be exciting for you, isn't it? Watching a new girlfriend fuck your darling hubbie? That's fine with me, sweetie! You can just sit there and watch… grinding and humping and piddling all you like… all snug and safe in your new diapers."
"And who knows?" She straightened once more, smirking back at your mortified reflection, her fingers toying with your pathetically tiny skirt. "You might even come to enjoy it!"
The loud speaker booms to life and with a jerk you raise your head from its resting position and groggily open your eyes, dim purple lights and softly-glowing monitors flooding your frame of view. You attempt to manage a question, but quickly find you’re having trouble with your words. Your once nimble tongue feels strangely unwieldy and your, “what the hell?” becomes nothing more than a soft cooing and gurgling, a dribble of spit forming at the corner of your mouth and falling down to your chin.
The room you find yourself in would look like a CIA torture chamber if it weren’t for a few key details. The walls are padded yes, but with a soft plush material ordained with Disney characters amongst its embroidered panels. Several monitors bolted up display nothing but the same hypnotic spiral, leading inwards each time to text reading: “Fall.”
Dispersed between each of those monitors is a standard standing-mirror, providing a full glimpse of the particular seating arrangement you find yourself in. The loudspeaker blares again with the same sing-song voice as before.
“Hello there sweet-heart! And welcome to Better Times Academy! You’re here because someone in your life decided you needed what we call here at the academy a Reboot. What’s a Reboot, you ask? Awe! Don’t worry your little head so much, things will be clear shortly! For now, focus that little noggin of yours on the following instructional video.”
On the monitors, the hypnotic spiral fades but remains in the background as a cartoon dinosaur, not unlike Barney, appears on screen in front of it.
“Hiya kiddos! Today’s a special day! I hear it’s someone’s very first day at the academy! You know what that means?”
A chorus of replies echoes through the loudspeaker from an imaginary crowd, followed by muffled giggles.
“The Bouncer!”
You don’t fully realize the position you’ve found yourself in until those words echo through your ears, and you turn your head to get a good look at yourself in the mirror as the Barney clone continues. You’re suspended a foot off the ground in the confines of a glorified baby-bouncer, its structure adorned with Academy Stickers proclaiming congratulatory phrases like, “You did it!” Your once adult body is now clad head-to-toe in what can only be described as a toddler’s outfit scaled up. Overalls conceal a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt and end in a cuff around your ankles right next to branded Spider-Man sketchers.
The bouncer hoisting you by your crotch makes it hard not to notice that your underwear has been replaced by what you only assume from context is the biggest, thickest, most absorbent diaper you could ever have imagined. You feel it hug your waist and nether regions tightly as the bouncer swings you back and forth. You whine and mutter, more spit falling onto your already-stained outfit.
“Now that you’re all back from dream-land, and more acquainted with your academy uniform, it’s time for your first training session!”
The lights dim as mechanical arms attacked to each screen pull them closer into your frame of vision, eventually completely filling up your sight in every possible direction. As they do so, a small round module attached the front crotch of the bouncer begins shaking with small vibrations, sending your already discombobulated mind into a state of building stimulation.
The monitors go black for an instant then spring back to life. Displayed front and center is another academy trainee, camera positioned squarely on the back side of their colorful, pee-stained padding. The monitors surrounding your vision display similar shots of separate models, with each diaper its own unique brand of humiliatingly childish design. You flail frantically looking for a method of escape but the baby bouncer’s waistbands seem to tighten up as you do so, pressing the soft padding hugging your bottom against the most sensitive parts of your body like a weighted blanket. Loudspeakers blare to life with the same familiar voice, this time accompanied by a backing track of what you assume to be several different nursery rhymes playing at once in a cacophony of “A B C” and “1 2 3.” A red arrow points to the padded bottom on first monitor.
“Question 1! What’s that?”
You’re taken a back for a minute before you carefully mutter out between small gasps and moans what you think is the word diaper, “d-dah—pah” accompanied by yet another dribble of spit onto your once-pristine Winnie t-shirt.
“Great job super-soaker! And what’s our little potty-pants on screen here doing now?”
With that, the once still-image becomes animated. The model is pin-drop silent for a moment, before they double over and begin muttering baby-babble just like yours. Their moans become more intense, their legs shaking visibly with greater and greater intensity as their breath quickens, almost drowning out the discord of nursery rhymes bombarding your senses. They manage a final few strained gurgles and moans before the inevitable: Plop! The models padded seat expands with a sizeable lump, their moans of discomfort turning into what only can be described as blissful murmurings. The video returns to stillness with the model managing to sound out the word “p-poo-pee!” in such a delighted tone you’re left completely dumbfounded. The loudspeaker interrupts silence with a scripted audio message.
“That’s right! And now it’s your turn! What’s that?”
The speaker pauses for a moment as if waiting for another queue, and two monitors adjacent to the one front and center begin flashing to life. To your complete shock, the monitors display a steady drip of your wildest sexual fantasies. Everything you’ve ever desired flashes before your eyes in quick succession, and you try to resist even giving a modicum of attention but; you can’t. The collection of material feels tailored to you and as you look on you fall deeper and deeper into a state of total pleasure and, more importantly, mindlessness. The lewd acts still bombarding your senses are interrupted only by two building sensations. The module strapped to your crotch builds in intensity, keeping you focused fully and utterly on your building arousal as you’re made painfully aware of the second sensation: a cramp building in your stomach and bowels. Like all babies eventually do, you now need to poop. You squirm terribly to no avail, the bouncer even retracting its supports rhythmically up-and-down so as to bounce and calm you as if a real-life toddler. The speaker comes back to life.
“Uh-oh’s! Sounds like a certain little stinker is feeling the effects of our patented Time-o-Lax! That means you’re ready to show us what you’ve learned, right kiddos? It’s time to…”
The chorus replies in a delighted shrill
“Fill! Those! Pants!”
The rhymes blare to a higher sound level, and the pornographic material still harassing your ability to keep your mind straight is augmented with one of the same hypnotic spirals from before. You’re falling, deeper and deeper into baby-brained bliss.
Once she knows you need your diapers to make squirties, the best thing you can hope for is that she'll still include you in her sex life in one way or another! You can learn how to fluff her bull to get him nice and hard for her tight pussy that you'll never feel again!
"so heres the deal; if you can go one night without wetting the bed, ill give you your boxers back for the day. but if you wake up wet.. another night in diapers! and on top of that, youre only allowed to make your little sticky messes when i say so. you will only have 30 seconds to cum, and if you dont make it in time.. you get another week added to your 24/7 diaper sentence"
you didnt know what to say. she's definitely trying to make you completely diaper dependant.. youre so turned on by all of it, that when she lightly patted the front of your diaper, you came harder than youve ever cum. she knows she has you trapped in diapers forever..
"did baby make an oopsie in his huggies? awww thats so cute. after seeing how quick you came there, im changing it from 30 seconds.. to 15. so when i say you can cum, you only have 15 seconds to hump your teddy bear or whatever pathetic thing you want to do. and you have to be in a wet diaper. we need to reinforce in your brain that the closest youll ever get to sex is humping my leg in a wet diaper.
anyways, punishment for squrting your little load without my permission is another month in diapers. haha youre gonna be un-potty trained in no time! youll be just like a big baby. youll be wetting yourself while i get fucked by your roommate since youre just.. youre just a big pampers wearing virgin! you chose to go back in diapers instead of fuck me. god, that is so fucking pathetic."
'haha youre gonna be bouncin around in your pampers while im bouncing on your friends cock. youre such a loser.'
she was right. your little dicklet had never felt anything wet beyond your pampers, you were a loser.. and you loved it. its so humiliating how hard you get seeing her bulls cock. you love knowing that youre a virgin and she can fuck who she wants. you even want to suck his dick just to prove to her how pathetic you really are.
'oh, are you wetting your diapers? well, its gonna be a bit before i change you. you can deal with a wet diaper for a few hours. im not the one who wet it, not my problem, loser😒 oh, and after we fuck, my boyfriend may want a blowjob from you. he wants you to know your place you lil diapered virgin bitch hahahahaha'
You grunted and strained as your smoking hot girlfriend Freya taped you up. Your desperate cock twitched as she covered with a thick booster and followed up tightly by the fresh diaper. Your girlfriend sighed.
"No chance mister. I'm not risking your little thing firing off and squirting on me. I know you're pent up. But I have spent the whole night getting ready for Matts Halloween party and I'm not getting my cute costume all sticky."
You frowned as Freya turned around to adjust her makeup in the mirror her tight ass jiggling. Halloween night was meant to be epic. Plan was to hit up a party, get wasted and than end up undressing Freya in what ever smoking hot costume she decided to wear. In reality it wasn't going go that way. You'd leaked through your diaper this morning totally soaking the bedsheets and your mom was pissed, so she had grounded you for the weekend. When you told Freya about this and how you couldn't make a party she just rolled her eye's. You thought at least you guys could hang out for the night. Freya had made other plans.
"Obliviously a big bummer dude we can't have any Halloween spicy fun.. but I'm sure you and your mom will watch a scary movie or something. Just try not have a fudgie accident during it. Your mom said you're already low on pamps and your diaper pail is looking pretty full"
Freya chuckled nearly finishing her make-up. Instead of hanging out with you she earned herself a invite to Matts Halloween party. Matt was a douche you knew from college. Popular, cool and did well with the ladies in your class. A issue you'd always struggled with. When you suggested going with her for at least an hour she told you Matt thought it was best you stayed at home. If that wasn't bad enough Freyas costume wasn't exactly modest. It was going get a lotta attention from the worst type of guys, almost like that was her goal. When you suggested maybe she make it a little more innocent she added fishnets, not exactly taking on your advice. Her phone buzzed and she smiled cheerfully typing a reply to whoever contacted her.
"Okay lil fella I'm going head off my ride is outside. Have lots of fun tonight with your mommy.. uh mom!"
You watched jealously as Freya ran out the door. Bouncing and waving as she approached the car. Her night was going be pretty wild. Yours on the other hand involved a scary movie with mom and probably a early bedtime while you seethe and scroll IG trying find out what Freya is getting up to at Matts.
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