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Did you post it, sweetie?

Yes, Mommy…

Good girl! Now everyone will know what a pretty little sissy you are. You don’t have to pretend to be a big boy at all, and I don’t have to pretend you are either! Isn’t that nice?

Sniffles

Oh, hush. We both know know this makes your widdle pee pee hard. Oh, but I guess it can’t get hard, can it? Nuh, uh, no it cant! Baby girl cant get a stiffy cause of her pwetty widdle cage! *giggles*

Aww, baby, don’t pout. I know it might be hard to accept now, but I’m still your girlfriend. Our relationship is just a little bit… different now. Now instead of filling me… you get to fill your nice thick diapies. There are plenty of other big boys out there that can fill me, but I’m sure you’re the only one that can fill those pretty pink pampers. That makes you Mommy’s special baby girl.

Crinkling

Why are you getting so fus- Ohhh. I see. Did someone drink too much milkies? Why didn’t you say so? I’ll tell you what. If you make your diapy nice and warm, I’ll unlock your sissy stick and let you pretend to be a big boy. No no, baby. Mommy’s privates are far too grown up for you. I’m sure you wouldn’t even know what to do with them now. You can practice on my leg instead. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just rubbing back… and forth… on Mommy’s nice silky thigh while you squish in your-

Hissssss

Are you making wetsies? Good girl! Aww. Momma’s little fire hydrant. Make that diapy nice and thick for me. Ok, squirt, you stay right there. I’ll go get your ke-

Ding-Dong

Oh! That must be Daddy! He’s a little earlier than I was expecting. Go answer the door, baby. Mommy will go get your key. Don’t worry, darling, you’re still going to get your reward. It might just be a little more… public than originally planned. *grin*

Now go on, cuckybaby. Let Daddy in and tell him how excited you are for your cum-cums. If you put on a good show, Mommy will let you lick her clean before beddie bye.

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One year. One whole year since he had given her everything. His time, his affection, his potty privileges…. He felt a thrill of excitement as her soft skin rubbed against him.

“Did you have a nice nap, baby boy?”

He nodded dreamily. “Yes, Momma.”

She slipped a finger under the leg band. “And all dry too! Aren’t you Mommy’s big ole man?”

He giggled and proudly puffed out his chest. “I’m a big boy!”

She gave his crotch a squeeze, feeling the hard plastic beneath. “Ohh that’s too bad.”

He looked at her curiously.

She snuggled closer, lips hovering above his ear. “I like it when you’re little.” She gently nipped his earlobe.

The warmth of her breath shivered its way through his body.

Her finger traced tingling trails across his chest. She watched with amusement as his diaper pushed up slightly. “What’s that, baby? Do you have something in your diapy?” She nipped at his neck.

He nodded fervently.

“What is it, hunny?” She started to rub.

He squirmed. “The cage, Mommy…”

“What was that, hun? What about Mommy?”

Need radiated from him in waves. “The cage, Mommy. Please take the cage off my pee pee.”

She stopped rubbing. “Ohhhh! That’s what you meant. You have to go pee pee for Mommy?”

“N-”

She kissed him on the forehead. “Sorry, sweetie. It’s hard to understand babies sometimes. You can make pee pee. Mommy will hold your diapy nice and tight, so you don’t leak.” She gave him a squeeze.

He resigned himself. It was easier to be good and do what she wanted. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The warmth spread quickly.

She kissed him. “Good boy!” She was rubbing his diaper again. “Good babies get rewards… did you know that?”

His eyes were wide and full of hope. “Nuh-uh”

She giggled and stood. “You don’t know much, do you?”

“No, Mommy. I’m sorry.” He looked down, crestfallen.

She smiled warmly. “Don’t be sorry, hun. I know you’re too still too small.” She began to remove her panties, teasingly slow.

He felt his heart beating wildly. He could his desire steadily dripping into his daiper. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel the wet diaper against his prince parts. “Mooommyyyy,” he whined.

The sound nearly broke her façade, so laced with need that she wanted to run over and tear into him. She could wait though. She was patient. She sunk to the floor, legs splayed, finger already working in small circles.

“Shh. Just watch Mommy and rub. I’ll give you the most specialist tummy time ever when I’m done.” She began to tease her nipple, delighting in his envy. “But for now, you just get to watch.” Her breath hitched. “Are you a big boy?”

He shook his head. His diaper squished against his frustration. “No, Mommy.”

She slipped three fingers inside, reveling in the freedom of adulthood. “Are you a big man?”

He was enraptured, eyes glued to the lascivious display unfolding before him. “No, Mommy.” He began to suck his thumb, sinking further into submission.

It started gently. Ripples of contractions tickling through her abdomen. Then came the pulsing, and the contractions, and the sweet mind wiping rush of bliss. She arched backwards, giving him a clear view of her womanly gifts as she found release. It was over quickly. She leaned against the wall. She fixed him with an intense stare, immoral intent burning in her eyes.

He shrunk back from the passion of that stare, suddenly feeling very, very small.

She began to prowl toward him. Predatory intent turned her smile dangerous. “Your turn…”

paddedlittleparadise

"No, baby. You heard me! Get those hands away before I smack them away. Or maybe I should tie them up above your head to keep them out of trouble?"

Jeff shivered at his girlfriend's clipped words. Here he was: lying flat on his back, stark naked, caught between the shame of allowing her to proceed with her humiliating project and the fear of what she might do if provoked further. Of course his natural instinct was to shield his vulnerability – to cup his hands over his limp little penis and balls, to screen them from view and prevent her from locking them away in- in- that thing…

But as he squirmed under her gaze and her stern words sank in, he slowly, tremblingly removed his hands. Like a cowed, pathetic loser. Like a-

"Good boy," she commended, with a grim little smile and a pat of Jeff's now-exposed genitals. "Spread those legs for me, Jeffie baby. You're learning who wears the pants in this relationship, aren't you? Learning to be so nice, and sweet, and obedient…" She lifted the open diaper once more and tugged it upward, preparing to wrap it securely around his naked groin. "Honestly, it's all for the best. I mean, if it wasn't for me helping you with your little problem, honey, where would you even be? Pissing yourself in the middle of the theater tonight, most likely…"

Oh, that. Caught up as he was in the shame of exposure and the diaper being wrapped now firmly around his flaccid cock, he'd almost forgotten why she'd proposed it in the first place. They were headed to a performance tonight – some avant-garde ballet – some super-long, boring thing that would keep him captive in his seat the entire evening. Something that normally he'd worm his way out of as much as possible: primarily by claiming to need the bathroom, and then slipping away to spend entire half hours at a time in the porcelain safety of the men's room…

"You always seem to have such problems with your bladder in the evening, after all," she asserted now as first one, then two, and then the final pair of tapes pulled tight and left him trapped in a swaddling, crinkling blanket of humiliation. "But it's like I told you the last few times we went out! Remember? If you can't hold it like a big boy, I have no problem whatsoever in finding something to help. And really, I can't think of anything more appropriate for a potty-trotting little boy who can't hold his pee than lovely, crinkly pampers!"

She bent closer now, and Jeff flushed as her fingers snaked gently down his cheek and wandered over his bare, hairless chest in condescending affection. "Oh, don't worry, baby," she breathed, and now her other hand was kneading suggestively at his padded crotch. "You may think going out tonight in a giant diaper is humiliating, sure. But you know what? Even if it is… I don't care. You're just a needy, horny little sub for me, after all. You know who's in control, and we both know that in the end you're going to do anything I say, no matter how humiliating it is…"

She planted a light kiss on his parted lips and smiled full in his anxious, blushing face. "So just think about that tonight, baby. Think about it while I order you that extra-large soda before the performance. Think about it while I watch you gulp it down, how you're not gonna be able to hold it when it starts running through you. Think about how you're gonna have to sit there all prim and proper beside your pretty girlfriend, so desperate to pee… And think about how in the end you're gonna have silly, pathetic accidents in your diaper, how you're gonna feel it getting a full and wet and soggy under your pathetic little butt, like a stupid, overgrown baby…"

Jeff shuddered and let out a plaintive moan: a moan both of horrified protest at her sultry words, and of helpless arousal as she worked dexterously at his crinkling crotch. Oh, god, why was she so right? He was her plaything- her toy- her pathetic little Jeffie. And worst of all?

He knew, deep down in his subby soul, that he wouldn't have had it any other way.

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bby-kimmy

Please, I’m so wet… I completely soaked through the first diaper and now the outer one is soaked. Please can you change me now? I’m so wet… I haven’t gotten changed all day, I begged and begged for one but just got another one put on top.

I drank all the water you told me to, bottle after bottle after bottle. Please… I can’t stop going, I feel like I’ve been wetting myself non-stop for an hour.

I swear, I’ll never force the door lock on the bathroom again. If you want me to wear diapers for a day, I will, I swear. Please…

…every day?

Why?!

No please… please… I’m sorry. No, not another diaper on top… please, yes I’ll wear diapers for you.

Yes, every day…

Yes daddy…