Daddydude123

18+ MDNI ABDL Daddy Account M21 and in school

[blushindips]

You wanted more pushies??

[angelfawnxo]

Please praise me lots for showing you my pretty little tits? ✨

[angelfawnxo]

Reblog and you may get a cute cunny pic 🙈

[daisyslilworld]

Maybe I’m not ready for big girl panties yet?💩🎀

What do you think? 💭

~ Original content! Please don’t steal! 🤍

[babbibunni]

Too shy to look at you but little do I know it shows off how incredibly full my diaper is 🙈

[softyangelsworld-deactivated202]

So you wanna be Daddy?

But would you actually:

– still want me when I get quiet and weird and overthink every text?

– remind me to eat and gently stop me when I try to use food to cope?

– hold me when I cry over nothing and everything at the same time?

– understand that my attitude sometimes is just anxiety in a louder outfit?

– tell me 47 times in one night that you’re not mad, you still love me, and no, you’re not going anywhere?

– love me when I’m clingy, chatty, shut down, overstimulated, or all of the above in one hour?

– be patient when my brain makes me ask, “Are you sure you love me?” again and again?

– let me nap on your chest while you play with my hair and tell me the world is okay?

– be strong enough to lead, but soft enough to let me fall apart in your arms sometimes?

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

So you want to be Little?

But would you actually?

- Go to therapy?

- Go to therapy?

- Go to therapy?

- Go to therapy?

- Go to therapy?

- Go to therapy?

- Go to therapy?

- Go to therapy?

- Realize that as it is perfectly normal to expect support and patience from your partner when dealing with mental illness, it is not appropriate for you to expect a Daddy to fix or just deal with your issues?

[cookie-goodboy]

Quick, routine, clinical stickies.

It's just another 'need' the grownups take care of for you...

Pressing the buzzy wand on the front of your Pampers just before a change

massaging your prostate or g-spot after bath time.

Rubbing your Huggies after slipping your PJs on.

It's just like burping you, just something that needs to be done to stop you from fussing too much.

It's done without excitement or fanfare, or any input from you. It usually is over in a few seconds.

It is just part of the background noise of your new baby life.

[ablilmonster-deactivated2021082]

Got to love restrictions

[babydou15]

Diaper Chart : How to keep your little obedient and motivated

Daddy tips - 2

Hi everyone,

Since it looks like you enjoyed the quick "Diapeefy" year in review I made for my little crinkle butt, I thought I’d also share with you the template of the diaper chart I have been using in 2024 (and will be using in 2025) to keep track of all of that.

Perhaps this can inspire other Daddies/CG.

The goal is simple : Get 35 points to get a "Magic Stickies Card" for the following week. If 35 points have not been reached, no stickies for at least a week, until the next diaper chart is completed. Points cannot be carried over from one week to another. It automatically resets to 0 on Monday morning.

How to get points :

Gives 2 points :

Messy Diaper

Gives 1 point :

Soggy Diaper

Baby food dinner (baby food breakfast is everyday and therefore does not count as a bonus)

Playing for more than an hour in playpen

Gives 0 point (just helps keeping track of it)

Cage locked

Sticky Diaper

Diaper outside

Negative points :

Forgot bib (if baby eats by himself) = -4 points

If all baba have not been drank (morning, afternoon and evening) = -3 points per non-completed day

Any other naughty act can have an impact on the final number of points. Trying to remove diapers without permission is -10 points but it has only happened twice, so no need for it to show in the chart.

TEMPLATE

EXAMPLE OF A COMPLETED WEEK

[squishydolly]

Come join me for messy Monday! I’m just innocently playing in my cute ruffle onesie form @onesiesdownunder, when I realise I’ve had a big accident 🙈

Full video out now!

[paci-papa]

I sniff the air as I walk into the nursery. The room, which typically smells faintly of used diapers, smells worse than usual.

Three little ones, dressed in matching onesies, only distinguished by color, sit in the middle of the floor, building a city out of wooden blocks.

"Good morning, little ones! How is my little pod of sweet peas doing this morning?"

The three infantilized adults all turn to me and smile, giggling at the praise. Paci's bob in mouths as they coo and babble in glee at the sight of their Papa.

"What adorable little cuties," I say smiling, "But, it smells like one of you left Papa a big, stinky present in their pants."

As I expected, they all three shift uncomfortably in their seats at those words, blushes blossoming across cheeks. Months of being treated as permanent toddlers has effectively taken away their own abilities to notice the state of their diapers.

"Alright, sweet peas, assume the position."

Like actors a well rehearsed play, my three little ones burst into motion. They crawl to the oversized crib before grabbing the lowered railing to pull themselves up. It only takes moments before I am facing three adorable, padded little butts, presented for my careful inspection.

I walk up behind each blushing baby and give their rear ends thorough, revealing squeezes.

"Well, I guess I was wrong!" I announce to my adorable little audience.

Three little cuties let out a collective sigh of relief.

"It wasn't just one of you making Papa a present! It was all three!"

Three bodies tense in front of me all at once. I give the nearest mushy little tushy a playful smack.

"You better hurry over to the changing tables, little ones," I sing off, "Last one there smells like a rotten egg... well, at least for a little bit longer than the other two."

I can't help but grin as my three overgrown tots drop to their hands and knees and crawl at full speed to the changing table. Life is so good.

[paci-papa]

I couldn't help but grin as my two littles sat on the floor, perching on their favorite stuffie mounts, facing each other with equally determined looks on their faces.

The competition was designed to be embarrassing, but they didn't care. They'd both long ago gotten past the shame of the nursery. In fact, it was the their love of being embarrassed that got them their in the first place.

No, the only thing they were focused on was the reward. Whoever won Papa's little race got to spend the week sleeping in his bed. The loser, on the other hand, had nothing to look forward to other than a week of lonely nights in their crib.

"Ready! On your mark! Go!" I announced, causing the room to suddenly be filled with the distinctive and not totally unfamiliar sound of plastic rubbing against plushies.

"Mmmm..." Moaned out my little girl as she leaned back on one arm, rubbed her nipples over with her onesie with her free hand, and ground her padded princess parts hard into her oversized stuffed unicorn.

My little prince was taking a different tack.

"Ggghhhh," he moaned as he perched on his stuffed dog, scrunching his face up and balling his fists as he pushed a huge mess into the seat of his diaper.

"Ew," my princess cried out, concentration broken temporarily as the smell of her 'brother's' mess filled the room, "Papa, he's cheating!"

I smiled back, looking at my little boy with delight and a hint of pride in my eyes.

"Sugar bug, he's not cheating. The only rule was that you had to use your stuffies to make uh-ohs. Papa never said you couldn't make a stinky if you thought that would help!"

My little princess frowned, then suddenly realized how much ground she had lost. Furiously, she refocused, shoving her thumb in her mouth and rocking her hips aggressively into her trusty stuffed stead.

"Mmm, Papa, Papa! Mm' gonna make uh-ohs!" my little prince cried out as his body started to shudder in pleasure.

"Looks like bubba's in the lead!" I called out.

"Not for... Mmm... Aaahhhh... Long!" My little darling spat out as her own body began to quiver with happy little tremors.

In moments, the nursery was filled with a chorus of moans and screams, signalling the end of the race for both participants.

I dropped to a knee and pulled both of my little ones into my arms. I gave them each a deep, passionate kiss.

"Papa, who one?" my little boy asked, blushing as he came to terms with the fact that his diaper was full of two kinds of mess.

I pulled back and looked into both of my littles' big hungry eyes.

"I'm calling it a tie," I declared, "It'll be a slumber party in Papa's room all week!"

Both tiny tykes tackled me with a hug, overwhelmed with joy.

They were so excited, I almost felt bad lying to them about the true winner of their silly little race, but, in the end, the truth only mattered to me.

No matter the outcome of their contest, there was only ever going to be one true winner: Papa. Because no matter what I got to enjoy the company of my two incredible littles.

[lullabieswithdaisy]

making a very loud mess in my pamps🙈

(n showing you the inside)

[stuckindiapers-deactivated20250]

“Mom I think Sarah pooped her pants again. It smells like a dirty diaper in here…”

“Shut up Zoey, NO I DID NOT!”

“Really Sarah? AGAIN? Come in here, I have something I want to talk with you about”

“When I asked you to stay with us for the summer, the plan was for you to help me take care of the girls because I’ve been so busy at work. But because of your recent incontinence, it’s really only added more on my plate. I talked with your mom last night, and starting tomorrow I’m gonna have you spend weekdays at the daycare with Nora…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I talked with the owner today and she said she would be happy to have you there”

“WHAT! I am not going to spend my days in a daycare surrounded by toddlers! I’m 19!”

“Im sure this is embarrassing for you, but I just can’t trust you to stay on top of your diaper changes throughout the day anymore…Zoey said that you sat in a dirty diaper for THREE HOURS yesterday even after Zoey told you that you had an accident multiple times! Not to mention the handful of times I’ve witnessed Nora tell you that you pooped your pants. She’s FOUR YEARS OLD!”

“How is staying at a daycare gonna make it any better?! Ms Taylor already has enough diapers to look after…”

“Well actually, Ms Taylor only accepts kids who are potty trained…so the only diaper she would be checking would be yours…”

[paci-papa]

"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"

You grunt out as you squat and clench your fists in concentration, bearing down with all your might.

That phrase has become your mantra the last few weeks.

The more time you spent with Papa, the more determined you were to become his perfect little padded pet. And you were so close to your goal!

You were constantly waddling around in a soggy diaper, letting yourself dribble away into your thirst padding.

Papa never caught you without a thumb or paci in your mouth, something that caused you to have the most adorable lisp.

You were obsessed with your little stuffed bear and blankie, carrying them everywhere for comfort. You even started throwing the cutest, most childish tantrums it you couldn't find them.

But, loading your pampers with brown stinky mush had become your Everest. No matter how hard you tried, a mental block kept you from taking that one last embarrassing leap towards babyhood.

But, today, today was different!

"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"

You say again between grunts, a trumpeting fart punctuating your mantra.

A broad, silly smile crosses your face as you suddenly feel the movement and relief you'd been waiting for. With a sickening squelch, you feel your diaper grow heavy as a large load of mush finally works it's way out of your backside and into your pants.

You cry out in victory as you straighten and throw your arms in the arm. You immediately waddle to Papa's office to show off your achievement, your mess swinging between your legs like a sack of mashed potatoes.

"Papa, good girls make stinkies!" You announce at the door, spinning around and shaking your brown-stained posterior.

Papa stands up, smiles, and walks towards you.

He takes your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up for a kiss, and your diapered butt in the other, pressing your mess into your firmly.

"Yes, they do, my good little girl," Papa says as his lips separate from yours, "And good girls also get buzzies! Now, sit here. Papa will be right back with Mrs. Wand so we can really celebrate."

You immediately plop your butt onto the ground, reveling in your mess. You bounce in your seat as you wait, squishing your mess around.

It's ok. You can't help it!

You're just so excited to finally be Papa's good girl!

[crinklemommy]

📋🍼 MOMMY'S TOP 50 RULES FOR GOOD BABIES 💖

It's come to my attention that not all of you littles are being raised with a firm hand. Let's fix that!

1. The potty is off-limits.

2. Only mommy touches your tapes.

3. Diapers are for number one AND two.

4. No cussing.

5. No back talk.

6. No telling mommy ‘no.’

7. No excessive whining.

8. Don’t ask mommy for a change. She’ll check you.

9. Ask mommy for permission for stickies.

10. PG stands for parental guidance for a reason, kiddo. Ask mommy before watching.

11. Absolutely no PG-13, NC-17 or R movies.

12. When mommy says diaper check, you stop what you’re doing, put your hands on your knees, and bend over.

13. Give mommy your phone before bed.

14. Bedtime is 9:00pm. Not a minute later. 15. Failure to mess your diaper at least once a day will result in a week of suppositories to reset. 16. Every single one of baby’s holes belongs to mommy. Act like it.

17. Tell mommy when you have big feelings. (Almost) every tantrum is avoidable.

18. Quiet hands, little one.

19. Spit-out pacis will be coated in lemon juice and reinserted the first time. You won’t want to let it happen a second time.

20. Eat all the food mommy gives you. Every last bite.

21. Take all your medicine. No tedious questions about names or side effects.

22. Just because mommy bounces you on her knee doesn’t mean you have permission to make stickies. And don't tell me to slow down. Control yourself.

23. Thank mommy after each punishment.

24. Warm enemas are for slip-ups. Cold enemas are for misbehavior. Cold, soapy, retention enemas are for brats. Choose wisely.

25. Ask mommy before you spend any more than $10.

26. If you don’t pick before on the third ring, expect to find yourself over mommy’s lap.

27. Company or not, no covering your diaper at home.

28. All of mommy’s friends are “Mr.” or “Mrs.” to you.

29. A big, stinky mess in the back of your diaper isn’t an excuse not to bounce on mommy’s knee or get strapped tight into your car seat. If it was, nothing would get done.

30. Only drink out of the sippy cups mommy gives you. There’s only so much laundry she can do in a week.

31. You can hump your plushies if you’ve been good. Don’t even think about making stickies though. Mommy checks each change.

32. Naughty behavior at dinner will result in baby going to bed with plastic panties and an unchanged blowout.

33. When mommy puts on your boots and mittens, it’s time to crawl, munchkin.

34. If you have a messy accident in public, be sure to let mommy know immediately. Clear voice. Speak up. You know how mommy feels about mumbling.

35. You are expected home immediately after work. Mommy has access to the traffic report, so don’t even consider trying to be sneaky.

36. Speaking of, mommy needs access to your phone’s location at all times. And you better hope it’s never offline. “Bad service” is a myth.

37. It’s okay to cry during a spanking. Mommy will comfort you as soon as she’s done, sweetie.

38. Enemas aren’t just given for misbehavior. Trust that mommy knows what’s best.

39. Morning chores must be completed before a morning change is given out.

40. Ask mommy before drinking caffeine. The answer might not always be yes.

41. You either sleep naked or in one of mommy’s t-shirts. No exceptions.

42. When mommy’s friends are over, sit pretty and speak when spoken to.

43. Always hold mommy’s hand when out and about.

44. No talking back. Mommy’s word is the law. You will know when she wants your input. It’s rare. 45. When mommy puts your pacifier in, she’s also the one who decides when to take it out. 46. No trying to cover your diaper in public. Mommy works hard on your outfits.

47. Report your misbehavior to mommy immediately to avoid extra spanks.

48. Don’t stifle your moans when mommy touches your pretty little spot.

49. Be good for mommy.

50. Mommy loves you.

...and a few dozen more! 💖💞

[stinky-in-pinky]

Click HERE to read Chapter 1!

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Chapter 4 - The Ritual

“Do you want a mask?” Savannah asked, pulling her diaper/book bag close to her. “It really helps with the smell.”

Jack was on his back, sprawled on the floor with the gaggle of girls seated around him, his wife kneeling between his legs. 

“That’s okay…” Marianne replied hesitantly. Her voice was a bit shaky, staring down at the large, loaded diaper before her. The smell was already quite pungent, but she wanted Jack to be able to see the entirety of her face throughout, she thought he would like that, and she wanted to show that she wasn’t too intimidated by the task—even though she was. “I can handle it.” She said to the crowd, but probably more to herself. 

“They have these things called ‘Devrom’ tablets.” Trinity explained, “crush up a few and put them in their bottles and it takes away the smell like magic.”

Brooke looked shocked. “It doesn’t stink at all??”

“Girl, I don’t even bat an eye.” She scoffed, “ but without them I’m fucking dyinggg”

The girls all laughed and nodded in agreement, now deadset on trying it. 

When the giggles finally died down, all eyes focused on the grown man wallowing in his own filth before them. Marianne felt the heavy expectations weighing on her again. She could easily pass the task off to one of the other girls, she was sure they would happily oblige. But this was her husband, her responsibility. No more dilly-daddling (as she liked to say) the time was now. 

She could feel how hard he was when she pressed her palm to the landing zone of the diaper, holding it down so she could grip the tapes with her fingers and pull them off one by one. 

1…

2…

3…

4…

The front of the diaper flapped about once the fasteners were freed. Marianne gripped the front, then felt a hand to her shoulder. 

“We’re here with you,” Claire smiled reassuringly , “now take a deep breath, and open it up.”

Marianne smiled, happy to have the other girls around even for this moment that would otherwise be intimate. There would be plenty of time for that to happen between just her and Jack in the future. For now, it was time. 

She peeled the front of the diaper open. It wasn’t quite as horrific as she’d imagined, but it wasn’t exactly a pocket full of posies either. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if they didn’t make him mush it around with his humping, but it was still doable. The smell punched her square in the face, she had to clamp her watering eyes shut and turn her head to catch some fresh air and keep herself from gagging. 

Brooke handed her the package of wipes. Marianne pulled out several, then several more. It was probably going to take even more than that to get the job done. 

“Use the front of the diaper to clean the majority of the mess,” Savannah said helpfully. 

Right. She knew that. She’d changed many-a-diapers before, just not one so big and defiled. Pulling the front flap of the diaper, Marianne pressed down and worked much of the mush down his bits and crack to the bottom of the diaper. That took care of most of it, now she would only need a few wiped for the cleanup.  The girls on either side of Jack’s legs grabbed his calves and lifted them up to her so that his ankles locked together in her palm. She raised his legs so that she had an easier access to his crack, which she cleaned with a few wipes as well as other areas that got a little messy. By then, she was more or less nose-blind to the smell. Overall, it wasn’t too unpleasant of an experience, but not exactly her idea of a picnic either. She pulled the soiled diaper out from beneath him, rolled it into a ball, taped it up, and set it to the side. She immediately wanted to wash her hands, but Val already had a tube of sanitizer ready to go. 

“I know how it is,” she said with a shrug and a grin before squirting a healthy dollop of the liquid into Marianne’s palm. 

“Okay,” Marianne sighed, clapping her palms back and forth triumphantly, “that wasn’t too bad!”

Jack and all the girls smiled. The latter gave her a proud little clap. 

“You did so good!”

“Great job!”

“I almost puked my first time!”

“It only gets easier!”

Marianne was so flattered by their words of encouragement that she almost forgot what she was doing. Luckily, the girls were there to save the day again, handing her a fresh diaper, powder, lotion, and all the other essentials. 

“Wait!” Savannah exclaimed once Marianne had the new diaper splayed out beneath Jack’s bottom. “Are we gonna…practice first?” She asked suggestively, then shrugged when the other girls eyed her. “What? It’s part of why we came here isn’t it? The exam isn’t just written, it’s practical too, we’re going to have to demonstrate that we know what we’re do—“

“But we can’t do that if Marianne doesn’t feel comfortable.” Brooke interjected. 

“No,” Marianne said, silencing the room, “No…it’s…fine.” she sighed, “It’s why you all came here in the first place, right?”

The girls collectively shrugged, not wanting to impose, but also a bit stressed for the test. Marianne smiled in hopes of giving them some relief. “Worry not, dears! He’s all yours! Savannah? You’re up first!”

Even though Marianne had reservations about letting other people touch her husband, being able to be a strong leader for other people was always a strong passion of hers. It was hard for her to not have a matronly affection for this group of budding women. She wanted to see them succeed just as much as she did her own. 

Savannah quickly switched places, looking more than a bit nervous. Marianne was happy to see someone else be the center of attention (other than a naked Jack) for a change. 

“Gloves,” Marianne reminded her, handing her a set. Savannah smiled, accepting the nitrile gloves and putting them on her hands ever so slowly. Jack quivered on the floor, the diaper beneath him crinkling, he looked so scared and helpless, but his dick betrayed him. It was sticking straight up in the air, twitching and bobbing back and forth with a hefty amount of leakage. The girls, including Savannah and Marianne especially, cackled in amusement.

“I grew up in a very conservative family,” Savannah explained as she squeezed a dollop of lotion onto two of her fingers. “I didn’t even know about the prostate and the supposed ‘p-spot’. Hell, they wouldn’t even tell me about the female G-spot! So imagine my surprise when I found out men could cum this way!!” She brought her hand downwards between Jack’s crack, poked around for a bit, leaned down to check to make sure she’d found his hole, checked again, then pressed inward. 

Jack immediately clenched, arms and legs splaying upward as Savannah entered him. The other girls, including Marianne, immediately gripped a wrist or ankle and pressed it back down to the floor, holding him still. 

“Shhhh!! Just relax little Jackie!” Brooke cooed. 

“It’ll be okay!”

“Just a little poke!”

Val looked to Savannah. “Did you find it?”

“I’m not sure…” Savannah said, screwing up her face and looking up at the ceiling with concentration as she prodded around inside Jack’s rectum. 

“Up and back,” Trinity explained helpfully.

“Behind his wiener.”

“Give the ‘come hither’ motion.”

“I’m trying…” Savannah said, “but I just can’t–”

Unnghhh!!

It was Jack. He’d let out the most pathetic, high-pitched squeal.

“Oh!” Savannah smiled salaciously, “Well I guess that’s the spot then, huh?”

She spent several seconds working her finger in and out of Jack’s hole. Practicing finding it again and again until she was sure she had it down. When she was satisfied, she pulled off the gloves and set them next to his rolled up dirty diaper, leaving Jack a heaving mess on the floor.

Brooke picked up the next set of gloves, despite being one of the more experienced ones in the group. “Doesn’t hurt to practice, does it?” She shrugged with a smile.

From there, it was a merry-go-round of the different girls snapping on the medical gloves and probing Jack’s asshole like they were looking for buried treasure. Some of them worked it more than others. Val specifically seemed to get enjoyment out of how much leakage she could force out of Jack’s cock without him having a full-on orgasm. 

While the other girls were waiting, someone suggested they give Jack a makeover.

“He’d look sooo much cuter as a baby girl!!” They cooed.

Marianne was reluctant at first, but once they all started painting the nails of whichever extremity of Jack’s they were holding, she had to admit it was quite fun, and he did look rather cute with what was left of his graying hair tied up in a little fountain pigtail at the top of his head. Brooke even had a ruffly pink croptop to put him in. “Always bring extra outfits in your diaper bag, I always say!” she toted over the hysterical laughter of the other girls. 

“It’s back to you, Marianne.” Trinity said while applying mascara to Jack’s lashes. Val hardly needed to apply any blush to his already rosy cheeks, but she did it anyway.

“Well I think we’ve all got it down now, don’t we?” Marianne asked the room, they collectively nodded, feeling pretty confident. “So if that’s the case, I don’t see why we need to go any further with–”

“M-mommy?”

It was the softest of voices. The circle of girls all looked down to the center, where the helpless man in his 50’s was squirming with his made-up face all scrunched up in desperation. 

Marianne eyed the rest of the girls, then her husband, “What is it, dear?”

It was Jack’s eyes that danced around now, side to side, his squirming intensified. He tried to bring a hand up to his face, to do literally anything with his hands, but Trinity gave it a sharp slap so he didn’t ruin his make-up.

“Use your words!” she barked sternly.

It was like watching someone try to speak for the first time. Jack mewed and cooed but no discernible words came out. Until he finally found his voice and said “C-can I cum?”

The girls, including Marianne, roared with laughter. 

“Awww!! Wittle baybee wants to make cummies!!”

“Is somewon fwustwated??”

“Poor wittle guy!!”

“Don’t you mean gurl?? Hahaha!!”

When the laughter died down, Marianne spoke with her leadership voice. “Hmm…watta you think girls? Should my hubby here get to cum?”

The room seemed entirely against it, but Claire at least seemed to consider. “Maybe if he begs…”

“Ooh! I like that!”

“Yea! Let’s hear the wittle baybee say pweez!”

“Use the magic word!!”

“Beg little bitch boi!” Trinity immediately caught her breath at using such language, turning to Marianne, but she immediately shook it off as nothing.

“Go on,” she nodded at her husband.

Jack’s powdered face turned scarlet, but he’d already come this far, he just had yet to cum…despite being fingered, teased and tortured by a bunch of beautiful college girls.

“P-please Goddesses…” he said in the highest tone he could muster, “C-can I pweez make cummies?”

The question hung in the air for several seconds, drawing out his desperation.

“I didn’t hear him…” Claire finally said, “Did you hear him?”

“Nope…” the girls shook their head in unison. “Maybe he needs to say it louder…”

“PWEEZ can I make cummieeeessss” Jack whined desperately.

“Tell us you’re a princess!”

“A pamper princess!”

“Suck your thumb!”

“Wiggle your hips!”

“Shake that clitty!”

It was a pitiful sight. Jack with his thumb planted between his glossy lips, swishing around in his new pink top, whimpering and whining and pleading for pleasure while he smacked his throbbing, leaking cock to and fro from thigh to thigh.

“Watta you say girls?” Marianne asked again, “Do you think he’s earned it?”

This time they nodded, some having to wipe away tears from how hard they were laughing. 

“How should we have him do it?” Brooke asked, always the planner. They looked to Marianne expectantly, but she just shrugged, unsure.

“Humpies?”

“Na, too boring.”

“Let him stroke it?”

“Even more boring!”

“I know!” Claire exclaimed, quieting the room. They all leaned in intently. “I heard…that for last year’s final exam, they had to make a mannekin cum without any penile or anal stimulation. Maybe we could work on that!”

“So, you mean, just make him…cum himself? Without touching him at all?”

“You can touch them.” Claire clarified, “Just not on their naughty bits.”

They all exchanged glances. “Sounds impossible.” Trinity scoffed.

“Yea, no way.” 

“I’ve made them cum in cages,” Val shrugged, “But I always use plugs or vibrators. We can’t use those either?”

“Nope.”

They all bit their bottom lips in thought, contemplating. 

Finally, Marianne broke the silence: “Well…we can always try. And if we don’t get it, no harm no foul, right? I’m sure Jack can wait for another time!”

He didn’t seem thrilled about that at all, but he also liked the idea of them trying to make him cum, so his frazzled brain just sat there drooling instead of making up its mind on how it felt about the situation.

“Soo…” Brooke intoned, “how should we start?”

******

Jack was a mess of panic and excitement. He quivered like a cornered puppy within the circle of six women. Marianne found herself surprisingly aroused by how helpless and exhilarated he seemed.  She could feel the pheromones radiating off of him. 

“It’s okay Jack,” she said softly, running her hand affectionately up his leg, “we’re going to take good care of you…”

The girls giggled and hummed, like they were all in a cleansing ritual of some kind. Their hands traced the skin of whatever body part was closest to them, arms, legs, neck, chest, ears and feet. The pressed their perfect, perky tits out and into his line of sight, bouncing them, squeezing them together, bringing them centimeters from his face only to bounce them away again.

Marianne continued to move her hands over his legs, up and down, up and down, feeling his body tense and relax rhythmically. His cock was standing straight up in the air, bouncing and bobbing as he clenched, pre-cum raining out and down his shaft. It was working.

Jack’s eyes closed and rolled backward, Trinity didn’t seem satisfied enough with that, though, pulling a blindfold out and placing it over his balding head, depriving the one sense so as to intensify the rest. 

Brooke took a pacifier out and brought it to his lips, gently running it over and around them. Jack opened his mouth to receive it, breath catching and releasing desperately. Soft, squeaky moans creaking from his throat. He tried to reach blindly for the rubber nipple with his mouth, but Brooke deftly pulled it away each time, making him even more whiny and desperate.

Savannah ran her nails along the ruffles of his princess shirt, tweaking his nipples until he let out a gasp, then a bit harder until he yelped, but he didn’t seem to mind it. In fact, it made his dick swell and twitch even more.

Marianne didn’t think she’d ever seen her husband so turned on. She used her finger to circle around his pubic region, making sure not to touch any of his private parts, even though she wanted to. She knew if she could just wrap a hand (or even two fingers) around his pulsing shaft, it would all be over in seconds. He raised his hips and wriggled desperately over his diaper, searching for her hand, trying to get any sort of stimulation to his cock that he could, but Marianne just smiled and dodged it easily. 

Val brought Jack’s hand close to her breast, looking to Marianne for approval. She gave a definitive nod. Jack would be eternally grateful to her for this experience, and he would be thanking her in plenty of ways later. He gently squeezed Valencia’s boobs, and Savannah’s too.

“Squeeze his thighs,” Claire whispered in Marianne’s ear to where Jack couldn’t hear, “I do it when I give my boyfriend a blowjob and it drives him crazy.”

Marianne obliged, gripping his inner legs while he gripped the girls’ boobs. His breathing intensified, his thighs shook beneath her grasp. Trinity and Brooke were whispering and nibbling at his ears, breathing down his neck, Brooke still dangling the pacifier ever so slightly away from his puckering lips.

Jack was getting stimulated in every single one of his erogenous zones and then some, with the exception, of course, of his penis. His groans were gutteral, then high-pitched and needy all at the same time. Six pairs of hands circled his skin, rubbing, poking, pinching, scratching, tapping. Jolts of electricity coursing through him. Marianne had never seen him so turned on, she didn’t think she had ever been so turned on, just by seeing her husband turned into a pitiful, whimpering, whining puddle right before her eyes. 

“You’re gonna be our little fairy boi” Trinity whispered in his ear.

“Our little loser we’ll parade around town” Brooke continued.

Jack shook his head back and forth, as if trying to block out the sounds that were making him so incredibly aroused.

“We’ll make you our little bitch!” Val said, joining in.

“Everyone’s gonna know how pathetic you are.” Savannah intoned.

His breathing got louder, crescendoing. His body tensed, spasming. He humped the air, rubbed his ass over the diaper below, making it crinkle. Brooke shoved the pacifier in his mouth, he sucked it like it contained the nectar of the gods. Marianne squeezed his thighs, forcing him down. So did the other girls on his extremities, pinning him down like they were worried their little ritual was going to make him levitate up to the ceiling. 

Marianne smiled, they had him, he just needed one last little push. She leaned over so that her mouth was inches away from his dick, to where he could only feel her hot breath upon it: “...and all of it while you are wearing a big, fat, diaper.”

Then, to all of their surprise, with one last, powerful grunt, his dick started erupting. A huge shot of semen soared through the air, then another, and another. Marianne backed away as soon as she saw it go off but, being between his legs, caught the most of the onslaught. Sticky juices rained out of her husband’s penis, showering the front of her shirt. The girls continued to pin him down while he spasmed and suckled his pacifier, air whistling through his nose as he had one of the most powerful orgasms any of them had ever witnessed.

All of them were wide-eyed, exchanging glances, like they could not possibly believe what they just saw. Jack’s jism was everywhere, he just came a gallon’s worth–and they didn’t even touch him. The girls checked their arms and legs to make sure none of it got on them, then they erupted in genuine, surprised laughter. 

“I can’t believe he did it!”

“We did it!”

“I didn’t think it was possible.”

“If we can make a creepy old man do that, imagine how easy a horned-up college boy will be!”

The girls released Jack, who was still panting on the floor, eyes glazed from his orgasm. Marianne returned to the task at hand, bringing the diaper upward. She didn’t bother cleaning up his goo goo, the diaper would absorb it, and he’d probably be wetting it soon anyway. Speaking of wet, a slight shifting of Marianne’s thighs told her she had enjoyed that little ritual too. Why had such a scene been such a turn on? And why was she starting to come up with more ways to degrade and humiliate her husband? She was enjoying all of this quite a bit more than she ever would have thought.

To Be Continued

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Consequences of a Cuckquean, an ABDL Story by CradleQuill (Reupload)

Disclaimer: All content is fictional, consensual, and intended only for mature audiences. All characters depicted are adults aged 18+ _

You were horny. No one could blame you for that. You'd been touch-starved for months, ever since your most recent boyfriend broke up with you for another woman. It wasn't your fault that you stayed awake in bed all night thinking about him fucking her, about how much better her pussy must have felt than yours. And it certainly wasn't your fault that those thoughts turned you on so much, no matter how disgusting it made you feel. You knew you were better off moving on, but that night, you were just so horny that you did something dumb. Who hasn't been there before?

You texted him. Except he didn't answer. His new girlfriend did. You were so ashamed and ready to apologize, except she seemed... interested. She wasn't upset at you for texting him in your desperate, horny state. She seemed flattered, and she teased you while you played with your soaking wet pussy, getting off on the vaguely mean things she said. She told you all about what it was like to feel him inside her, how excited she made him in ways you never managed. And for some reason, the more she talked about it, the more desperate you became.

The next part happened before you could even process it. She'd given you her address, and you were driving over before you knew it. The whole drive over, you considered turning around. You tried so hard to talk yourself out of going there, but your horny little brain beat out the logical, responsible adult you prided yourself on being. When you got to their apartment, you were surprised to see your ex and his new girlfriend both waiting there for you. Even more surprised when they both came over and started kissing and caressing you all over, from your neck and shoulders to your breasts and tummy.

It all happened so fast. It was a blur, but before you knew it you were on the bed, with your wrists and ankles strapped to it. The moment you realized you were trapped, you panicked. You tried to free yourself, but it was too late. And as the fear sunk deeper into your body, the wetness between your legs grew until you soaked the sheets.

"Uh oh, honey," his girlfriend said. "It looks like our little girl had an accident. What do you think we should do with her?"

"I have just the thing," your ex said.

He walked out of the room, and when he returned, he had an adult diaper in hand. Except this wasn't the kind you'd see an elderly person wear, no. This one had babyish prints all over it. The moment you saw it, you felt an unfamiliar sensation, a special tingle you'd never quite felt before.

"What are you doing?" You asked. But before you could continue, your new "Mommy" popped a pacifier in your mouth and strapped it there with a gag. You couldn't speak. All you could do was let out helpless whines and moans as "Daddy" taped you into your fresh diaper. It didn't stay dry for long, for as soon as it was around your hips, your already wet pussy soaked it.

"See, this is why our little girl needs diapers," Mommy said.

She ran her fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead with soft, painted lips, leaving a lipstick mark on her new property. You struggled, trying so desperately to free yourself. As you put up your childish attempt at a fight, Daddy snapped several pictures of you in your predicament.

"I'm sure her boss will love to see these," he said.

Mommy and Daddy sat beside you on the bed, both naked. Daddy touched Mommy right on top of you. The whole time, they teased you and made a point of how much they knew you wished Daddy would fuck you the way he fucked Mommy. You kept pleading, and they kept teasing. Until, finally, when their lips touched in the deepest passion, something broke within you. You felt it happen before you even felt the need to pee. You were filling your diaper, pissing yourself like a pathetic little baby, right there as Mommy and Daddy fucked on top of you. They watched as you filled your diaper, and they both moaned into each other as they watched their little girl piss herself.

At that moment, something deep within your stupid little baby brain broke. You knew this would be your life from that moment onward. You craved it, the humiliation, the lust. You didn't care if they never fucked you like a grown woman again. You just wanted to be their best little girl, to please them and service all their needs, no matter what. _

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