Hi! This is my account for when I just feel like a baby sissy bimbo fuck doll. Oh and I also need a mommy!🎀 Unfortunately I don’t have a lot of free time in my life right now, so if you message me and I don’t respond it’s only because I just can’t talk at the moment! Otherwise, I’d love to chat and talk about how lovely it would be to have your yummy cock inside any of my holes! 💕 Tease me on Kik! 😛 @BimboBabyDaisy
Reading my conversation with @johnmerrick always reminds me that I'm just a silly sissy baby with a tiny silly clitty who should always mess her diapie when she sees a pretty woman..
The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.
She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.
The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.
Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.
She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.
Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.
Elmo’s so silly today, and Big Bird’s feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe… she thought dreamily.
In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.
She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.
With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.
A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.
She shifted a little, but her eyes never left the screen.
Elmo was laughing now, and Abby was flying around with sparkles. It made her giggle behind her paci.
But that familiar pressure only stayed there in her tummy, threatening to interrupt her Sunday morning cartoons.
Nooo… not now, she thought, cheeks already tingling with a faint blush. I don’t wanna stop watching…I can just stay right here.
She ignored it, bouncing gently on her knees as Elmo and Abby sang. The pressure grew stronger, but she was too deep in her floaty headspace to care.
A tiny toot slipped out. Then another. She barely noticed, content in her carefree bubble.
Daddy walked in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slipped on his glasses, sat down on the couch with his tablet, and smiled softly when he saw his baby girl.
Just the sight of her paci bobbing steadily, blankie clutched tight, and being completely mesmerised by the bright noisy characters made his heart melt.
“Is your tummy all full now from breakfast and your baba, princess?” he asked warmly, his voice full of gentle affection.
“Uh huh, Dada…” she mumbled around her paci, eyes still glued to the screen, not even turning her head.
Daddy opened his tablet and started reading the morning news, but he kept glancing over at her with that knowing little smile.
He already knew exactly what was coming. His baby always made her morning stinkies after breakfast.
It was her body’s sweet, predictable routine, and he loved every part of taking care of it.
She kept bouncing happily on her knees as the characters sang even louder and more joyfully. The pressure in her tummy grew stronger and more urgent, but it still felt distant and unimportant, like background noise in her perfect little headspace.
Another toot escaped and this one was louder but surprisingly she didn’t even register it.
Then, without any conscious thought, her body took over completely.
She subconsciously shifted forward onto her knees in that classic toddler pose, bottom slightly raised, back arched just a little, legs spread for balance.
She didn’t even realise she was doing it.
Her eyes stayed locked on the bright, colourful screen as Elmo and his friends started a lively new dance song about friendship.
She suckled harder on her paci, clutched her blankie a little tighter against her chest, and pushed ever so slightly.
A warm, mushy fullness slowly began to fill the back of her diaper. The soft, heavy load came out with almost no effort at all, it was warm and thick and smooth, spreading gently and steadily against her skin in that unmistakable squishy way.
It kept coming, filling the seat of her diaper more and more until the padding felt noticeably heavier and warmer, the mess pressing softly in all the squishiest, most intimate places.
Her tummy finally felt so much lighter and better, but her diaper felt so much fuller now, the warm mush cradling her in a way that was both embarrassing and strangely comforting.
Still facing the TV and deep in her happy little world, she relaxed completely and sat back down cross-legged without thinking. The mess squished noticeably underneath her, warm and mushy, spreading even more as she settled into her soaked nightime diaper.
She let out a tiny, contented sigh around her paci and kept watching, completely unbothered, her eyes sparkling with delight as Elmo and friends danced across the screen.
Feels better now, she thought feeling relieved and still in a daze.
Daddy watched the whole thing unfold from the couch. He saw the bouncing, heard the little toots, and noticed the exact moment she filled her diaper. He cringed slightly at the thought of the cleanup, but his smile stayed soft and loving. His baby looked so peaceful sitting there in her messy diaper, completely lost in her cartoons, paci bobbing happily.
He set his tablet down and approached quietly, crouching down behind her.
“Hey baby girl,” he said casually. “Do you smell something funny?”
She didn’t answer, still staring at the screen.
He tried again, gently tugging the back of her Sesame Street pj bottoms. “Princess, I asked if you can smell anything funny… because I certainly can.”
She finally turned around, paci still in her mouth, and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “I can smell something funny, Dada. Did you toot?”
Daddy’s eyebrows rose in amusement as he let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “No little one, that wasn’t me”.
Deciding not to humour her today and risk his princess getting a diaper rash, he wasted no time revealing exactly where the funny smell was coming from.
He gently lifted her to her feet and spun her around, pulling back the waistband of her pj bottoms and diaper to check the mess.
“Oh honey,” he said, voice warm with loving tease. “That’s one very messy didi. You sure did make a big stinky for Daddy, didn’t you? Look at all that mushy surprise you left for me in your cute little Sesame Street pants.”
She froze. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave. The warm mush, the heavy weight, the fact that she had just happily sat in it while watching cartoons.
Her cheeks burned bright red. She covered her face with both hands, mortified, squirming in place as the mess shifted again.
Daddy gently pulled her hands away and looked her right in the eyes, determined to make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink.
“Baby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, I expect an answer. Now… are you Dada’s little stinker? Hmm?”
She squirmed harder, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice came out tiny and shy.
“Y-yes…”
Daddy chuckled softly and tilted her chin up.
“Yes what, princess?”
She pouted, cheeks flaming hotter than ever.
“Yes… I’m Dada’s little stinker.”
“That’s right,” he praised warmly, pulling her into a big hug and rocking her gently. “You’re Dada’s sweet little stinker who made a big messy stinky in her diaper. I’m so proud of you for telling me like a good girl.”
She hid her burning face in his chest, but a tiny, shy smile appeared anyway. Daddy’s praise always made the embarrassment feel a little warmer, even as the heavy, squishy mess reminded her exactly what she’d done.
He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cooing softly as he carried her upstairs. “Now that you’ve told Daddy about your dirty diaper like a good girl, how about we go get that messy butt all clean and into a fresh diapie, princess?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, still blushing furiously as he carried her, fussing over her with gentle kisses and whispers the whole way.
She had come to accept the daily mess. She had come to accept her husband's demands for submission. Now here she is posting a photo for the world to see how much of a pamper packer she truly is.
"I could never sleep with a man who wears diapers," she said, and in an instance you regretted bringing it up. You tried to walk it back, but it was too late; sex became irregular, then nonexistent, and a distance began to grow between the two of you that felt impossible to overcome.
But then, only a few months after your confession, you came home to find her waiting at the front door with a smile on her face. She told you to strip, and as you did she began to explain.
"I realized I was looking at it all wrong," she said. "I could never be with a man who wants to wear diapers... but you're not a man, are you? You're not a woman, obviously, but there's no way such a weak little thing with such a tiny peepee could call yourself a man. So that only leaves one thing, doesn't it?"
She led you to the bedroom, where a little pink outfit with a matching diaper, tights, and pacifier was laid out on the bed. You stared at her, shocked; these things weren't yours. You had never even fantasized about wearing so much pink, and yet here was the girliest outfit you could imagine.
"You're a sissy," she said, with a smirk, "and it's time you started acting like it."
From then on the kink you'd once enjoyed every now and then became your whole life. She threw out all your old boxers and clothes immediately, then ordered hundreds of fluffy pink diapers and infantile outfits that seemed designed to humiliate you as much as possible. She kicked you out of the master bedroom and into the guest room, which quickly transformed into a nursery complete with an enormous crib and changing table, and more stuffed animals than you knew what to do with.
You didn't think to question her sudden and radical change of heart, opting to dive fully into kinky bliss instead. Your days became full of diaper changes and breastfeeding, of Barbie and Carebears, of private humiliations that made your little guy strain against its diaper. You were happy and horny as hell.
But as you look up at her perfect body now and listen as she tells you about your evening plans, you wonder if maybe you should have asked more questions after all.
"He'll be here at six," she says, as she gently wipes your clitty before covering it in baby powder, "and I want you on your best behavior."
You start to protest, but before you can she shoves a pacifier in your mouth.
"No, ma'am. I don't wanna hear it. I know he was your best friend, but Derek has been good to me during all this, and it's time for Mommy to feel a real man inside her again."
"He's been good to you too, you know," she adds, as she folds the diaper and starts taping it shut. "Who do you think helped me understand what are in the first place? You know, he paid for almost all of your diapers, and for most of your nursery too. "
You blush furiously - your best friend orchestrated this!? - but you know that if you remove your pacifier without permission it'll mean a spanking and a timeout, and your ass is still red from the last time you did that. Instead you pout and shake your head, but Mommy just giggles.
"C'mon, Stinkybutt," she says, as she starts pulling your pretty little tights up your smooth legs. "You knew this would happen, didn't you? Didn't I say I could never be with someone who wears diapers? Well, Derek doesn't wear diapers, does he? In fact, he's so kind and generous that he buys them for silly little sissies who still need to learn their place."
"So, when he gets here I want to see the happy, giggly sissy I know you can be. If he wants you to sit on his lap, you will. If he wants you to make a messy in the diapers he's paying for, you will. And if he decides he wants to push his big, masculine cock between your pretty pink lips, you'll get on your knees and say 'thank you Daddy!' in your most adorable sissy voice."
"There's going to be some big changes around here, missy," she says, as she puts the finishing touches on your outfit. "Derek's got a lot of ideas about how diapered sissies should behave and what they should look like, and what Daddy says goes. He's already planned a party with all your old friends this Saturday, and a picnic at the park for the three of us next weekend. I also caught him looking up how much breast enhancements cost... and I think we both know that's not for me, don't we?"
You can feel yourself panicking, and for a second you think about spitting your pacifier out, shoving your Mommy away and running away as fast as you can.
But you don't. You can't. Even if months of this lifestyle hadn't weakened your muscles and your will, there's nowhere for you to go. You have no money, no car, no clothes outside the countless dresses and rompers and diapers filling your closet. You have nothing except Mommy, and as you look up at her smirking down at you, you finally understand exactly what that means.
The doorbell rings; your heart skips a beat. Mommy smiles.
"He's here early!" she says. "I guess he couldn't wait to meet his new baby girl. I can tell you're excited to meet your new Daddy, too! Remember; best behavior tonight, or you won't be able to sit down for a week. Derek has spent a lot of time and money making you into the perfect little sissy baby possible, and I will NOT allow you to be anything but grateful. Is that understood?"
You nod submissively, but that's not enough for Mommy.
"Take that paci out," she says firmly. "I wanna hear you say it."
Drool dribbles down your silicone boobies as you pull your pacifier out at last. "I understand, Mommy," you squeak.
"What do you understand, sissy?"
"That I need to be a good girl for Derek--
"Daddy," Mommy interrupts.
"-for Daddy. That I need to be a good, happy, giggly girl for Daddy, and do whatever he says."
"Even if..."
You gulp. "Even if Daddy wants me to suck his big, masculine cock for him."
"Good girl," she says. As one final touch, she grabs your pink lip gloss, spreads it across your lips, and smiles.
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