“Suck your ba ba, sissy gurl! That’s it! Let me hear you moan! You know the men like it when you moan with their cock in your mouth!”
As I sucked and slurped on the rubber dildo, tiny whimpers and sputters escaped my drooling lips.
“I’m a good little slut” I said in my head as I took the fake dick further down my throat.
“Such a good little slut!” Mommy said, confirming my bias. “You look so cute with a cock in your mouth!”
I did look cute. I felt so pretty in my canary yellow outfit, my new wig, and my make-up done perfectly by Mommy. Dare I say, I looked hot. I hope the men Mommy found for me would think the same.
“Jut your butt out! Arch your back! Sissy bitches need good posture!”
I cinched up and obeyed Mommy’s instructions. Mommy always gave the best instructions. I was so lucky to find her. She knew exactly how to take horny boys like me and turn them into diaper depraved sissy sluts. Apparently she makes a killing by pimping them out, and I get to achieve my dream job.
“Are you pooping?” She asked candidly. “I don’t see you pooping!”
What she meant was “are you pushing out that 8 inch dildo you have stuffed up your ass like it’s a log??”
I grunted as I flexed my sphincter muscles, forcing the dildo out of my bowels. But the diaper around my waist caused continuous resistance, so I grunted even harder in a constipated manner as I tried to push the dildo out of me.
“Theeeerre we go!” Mommy cooed, leaning over in her chair to examine the protrusion poking out the back of my pamper. “Listen to the baby making pushies!! But don’t neglect your sucky suckies!!”
When I could no longer maintain the strain of my sphincter muscles, I sighed and relaxed. The diaper easily shoved the dildo back inside of me, sliding it against my prostate, making my clit leak through my undersized chastity cage.
“Again.” Mommy commanded.
I whimpered around the slobbery dildo as I pushed the other one out of me. I may have gotten 2 or 3 inches out before my clenching gave way and it slithered back in.
“Keep going, pamper packer.”
My brain was fuzzy. I had cocks sliding in and out of both of my holes. I looked like such a pretty little slut. I was doing a good job giving the fake dick a blowjob. I wasn’t using any teeth, I was swirling my tongue, I was looking upwards into his imaginary eyes while my own watered from taking it deep down my throat. A man would be happy to be sucked off by me, wouldn’t they? I think they would. Everyone loves an eager little whore, and that’s exactly what I’d be for them.
I imagined someone was fucking me behind at the same time, that I was getting spitroasted like a desperate slut, both dicks moving in and out of both of my holes.
“They could pass me around” I thought. “Use me one after another, fill me with their cum, and pass me on to the next one.”
The idea made my diaper crinkle as I squirmed. My cock was screaming inside its tiny metal prison. Mommy must have found this amusing.
“If I’m a good slut maybe Mommy will uncage me” I reasoned. “Maybe she’ll finally let me make cummies.”
The thought alone made me groan. I was becoming more and more needy and desperate by the day, and I was already needy and desperate when I first arrived at Mommy’s Manor.
I sputtered on the cock, getting too eager. A real man wouldn’t like that. Would he?
“That’s right, choke on it, slut.” Mommy said, as if reading my mind, “men love that. Makes them think they got a big dick, and that you’re so desperate for them that you can’t get enough of it, even if it hurts.”
I was desperate though. I wanted to make a man cum in my mouth. I’d dreamed of it for years. Oh how I can only imagine how it will feel when a dick first starts to pulse and throb and twitch and empty its warm, salty load into my hungry holes. The thought of it alone makes me want to—
My hips bucked involuntarily. I felt a pressure rise in my pelvis, and it wasn’t just from the dildo pressing into my p-spot.
What if she sends me to a glory hole?
What if she makes me suck a dick every time I need a diaper change?
What if the boys don’t like me?
I’m so hot. Much hotter than when I tried to be a man.
I’m gonna be their plaything.
And if I’m good, maybe mommy will give me—
I felt it come before I could stop it. Even if I could, I don’t know if I would have stopped it. How could I keep myself from doing it? I couldn’t. It was happening.
I felt the spasms radiate through the ring around my cock and balls. My hips bucked and I gave an involuntary moan as I felt warmth spread into the front of my once dry diaper. All of the spinny thoughts left my head, and my extreme fit of horniness evaporated away.
“What happened, little one?” Mommy asked with a knowing smile on her face.
Except, when I blinked, Mommy wasn’t there. In fact, the chair she was sitting in was gone as well.
Suddenly I was snapped back into reality. My thoughts had collected and I realized I wasn’t in Mommy’s Manor anymore. I was in my house. Inside of my little playpen that I’d bought for myself. The make-up running down my face hadn’t been done by Mommy, it was done by me.
Mommy didn’t even exist.
Well, she did. But only in my head. The same head that imagined me on my hands and knees, sucking a dick while I get pounded from behind by a bunch of big, burly men.
My legs wobbled as I stood up and collected myself, fixing my lacy skirt.
As the shame washed over me, I suddenly was left longing for someone to hold me, to caress me and call me a good little slut. But that hadn’t happened. I hadn’t found someone to be a Mommy for me…yet. I knew my chances were low. Finding someone to pimp out a sissy slut was the opposite of easy. But finding someone to fuck a pathetic, needy, desperate little sissy with their big burly cock? That could be arranged.
Who needed a Mommy to tell me to do it anyway? If my sticky diaper was any proof, I certainly didn’t need someone there to tell me what to do in order to enjoy myself.
It was time to start looking for dick.
