Sissy Slut in Diapers @sissyslutindiapers - Tumblr Blog

A real full-body workout performed by an athlete with a goal in mind induces maximal muscle contraction with heavy weights, allows for full recovery so you can grow and still train hard, and prevents the inevitable burnout caused by over training.

Professional Tai Chi Swords on: http://www.icnbuys.com/tai-chi-swords

Follow back

dollycaptions-deactivated202210

The perfect workout! ❤️❤️❤️

bellecutiesblog

mandatory-feminization

Psychology of Sissy Faggots

A sissy faggot is indeed a complex animal. She is definitely not a man and not really a woman. A sissy faggot is usually a closeted crossdresser who wishes to be a whore for men. He has a “public” life and usually presents himself as straight to everyone even though he knows deep down inside that his true purpose and desire is to be or to be turned into a gay homo fag. A lot of sissy faggots have their first experience crossdressing at an early age. Maybe they tried on their mother’s panties or they played around with makeup. These early experiences are very important in the blossoming of a sissy later on in life. Many sissies are young, in college, and are looking for daddies who will make them feel feminine. If these young sissies are provided with the right encouragement and attention at an early stage, they will almost always start taking hormones and successfully transition. The other kind of sissy faggot is the one who hasn’t had this early life development. Over the course of years, they perfect their lie of being straight to the point that they convince even themselves. At some point, they get married and have kids. Then the realization sets in that they don’t actually want to be a man. but they don’t wanna let go of this fake life. This is a great dilemma that many sissies face. In this series of writings, we will explore the complex nature and psychology of sissies. Hopefully, in reading this, you will learn about who you truly are.

1. The Big Cock Effect: from “straight” man to cock-addict

We can define two aspects that can make a “straight” male finally realize that they are a sissy: dick size and porn Dick size: Males are obsessed with the size of their cocks. Is it big enough? Am I too small? Is my erection strong enough? Males are worried that a woman might find them too small. Men are told that they have a small dick as a form of insult. It means that they aren’t fit to be a man. We live in a modern world with a lot of sexual pressure coming from TV, movies, and society but we can’t deny that it is also something that they are born with, sissies will realize that they have always been a bit feminine and smaller than other men. All this pressure builds up insecurities which most men can handle because they have the size to back it up but for a sissy who knows he is too small, it can destroy their confidence as a man. This is one of the reasons that more and more beta males are realizing that they were born to be sissies. This “confidence crusher” is actually a blessing in disguise for sissies. Many participants of the sissy lifestyle start out being unsatisfied with the size of their small “dicks”. Instead of trying to make their dicks larger (which is impossible) they accept their inferior dick size and rename it a “clit”. This helps them cope with the fact that their dick is too small and that they will never please a woman. It becomes a symbol of pride and they strive to make their “clit” smaller and more limp. By “ruining” their “dick”, they are breaking themselves free of the heavy and soul-crushing chains of masculinity. They will never look back and want to return to a life of shame and depression. Porn: Sissies may try out the “straight” lifestyle at first. They try dating girls but can’t get hard during sex or they are made fun of for having a small dick. The girl usually breaks up with them and this makes them depressed. The depression makes their dick even limper. The beta male then starts watching many hours of porn hoping that watching sexual content will help them get hard but it has the opposite effect. They watch so many porn that they become desensitized and induces erectile dysfunction. This puts the beta male into a state of panic and they become more depressed, their dick becomes more dysfunctional and their porn preferences change from normal straight fucking to more extreme forms of entertainment like bukkake, creampie gangbangs, etc. They are only excited by the most extreme forms of straight porn that they can possibly find. Usually the porn they begin to prefer includes some worship and focus around cum. They are now obsessed with porn. It is the only thing that gives them excitement. They are not even concerned about their small dick anymore. They can only get hard from watching porn. They love watching the porn actress obsess over cum. They constantly hear the words: “I love cum!” “I love big cocks” “I am a cum slut” “I’m a filthy disgusting cum dump whore" These words and phrases begin to be associated with a state of sexual excitement in the subconscious. The beta male starts to fall in love with the idea of a whore but can’t imagine her sucking his cock since he is too small to please her but enjoys seeing other bigger men use the whore. This is the beginning of the development of a cuckolding fetish. He begins to admire the strength, vigor, cock length, and aggressiveness of a real man. He watches more porn of guys with big cocks (usually black men impaling white pussies) and literally fucks his mind. He’s frustrated because he can’t have a girlfriend but then realizes that he doesn’t need a girlfriend. He wants to fall in love with a whore who shares a mutual interest: a love and obsession with big cocks. The beta male also craves to be humiliated by a woman for having such a small dick. Congratulations! You are officially a O.C.C.L (Obsessive Compulsive Cock Lover)

2.1 Profiling a Sissy

Continuing on from the last point, you are now a porn-addicted, cock obsessed beta male. You spend all your time jerking off to your fantasy. You have no social life, no one to talk to. All you do is fantasize about drinking cum, sucking cock, having a mistress humiliate you and increasingly fantasies about them making you dress up like a girl and pleasure a man. Your porn preferences have been changing all the while and you have started becoming excited by shemale porn which after a few searches leads you to finding sissy hypnos and crossdresser porn. You have never experienced a sexual rush like this before. The hypnos are telling you everything you knew about yourself from an early age. It’s like you finally know who and what you were meant to be. After being exposed to sissy hypnos, there are only two choices: one of them is to keep living in a fantasy world, dreaming about your non-existant sexual life and deal with depression, frustration that will leads you to be a O.C.M (Obsessional compulsive masturbator). The other is to put yourself out there. You begin to interact with people and start creating lots of sex profiles on websites like fetlife, tumblr, pornhub, xhamster, etc. You are just curious to see what is out there. At this point, you start taking pictures of yourself dressed up in panties to attract attention to your profiles. They aren’t great but they are your attempt at exploring your sissy side. As you build up confidence, you start posting better pics and this may or may not lead to a sissy sexual encounter maybe with another crossdresser. Most sissies aren’t really attracted to men at first but after they taste a cock in real life, they become instant addicts and only want to have sex with real men. It is the perfect match. Sissies tend to love showing off their bodies and will begin feminizing their bodies at all cost. To fund their obsession with making their clits smaller and their boobs bigger, they will go into the cam sex industry on sites like chaturbate or even fulfill their dream of being a hooker. The sissies who work hard on their image and are truly serious about becoming as feminine as possible team up with the likes of @tiatizziannifeminization and become models and porn stars winning lots of awards and making real money. They find daddies who are rich and willing to pay for their full transition and have all their dreams come true.

souljumping

So…

femmecd4u

Pretty much.

mandatoryfeminizationx

This post has been reblogged and posted all over the internet. It’s time to bring it back home.

femdominateddiapers-deactivated

Falling For Her - Prologue

This will by the first story I have posted here under this name. I welcome feedback! Give this story a read if you enjoy:

- Femdom

- ABDL

- Sissification

- Chastity

- Bondage

- BDSM in general!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Prologue

The woman was as beautiful as she always was – particularly since she was smiling. She has a wonderful and warm smile that makes your heart melt if it comes your way. Her fair skin radiant, her teeth perfectly white, her lips a subtle, yet flashy shade of red. It all served as highlights of her perfection, but these features served as mere accents to the jewels that were her eyes.

They were brown, usually lined with a degree of eye shadow that suggested a hint of mystery or darkness behind them. More than that, it gave them a little kick, just a little something extra that worked to enhance whatever emotion she wanted the person she was communicating with to feel. If she flashed a warm smile, her eyes left no doubt of reassurance. If she was being cold, they cut just a little deeper.

It seemed that like everything in her life, even her makeup served whatever purpose she wanted. It added to and complimented her underlying perfection.

Power. It gave her power.

“Awwww,” she cooed, “what a wet little baby you are.”

She was looking down at the man lying below her, though he was hardly much of a man at all. He was 19 years old, a Freshman at the nearby university, barely out of high school. Baby could have been appropriate outside of this room, but in this room…well, it was downright necessary.

The 19-year-old hardly looked his age in his present state – lying on an adult-sized changing table, an untaped and swollen diaper resting between his legs. His hands were up by his head, forced there by tightly wrapped cuffs secured to the frame of the table. No fingers were visible either, encased in mittens that rendered his hands unusable for anything more than something basic, like holding a baby bottle filled with juice, for instance…a fact he had demonstrated by doing just that slightly over an hour before.

“Are you a little virgin, baby?” She asked.

He blushed, embarrassment betraying his arousal. He was naked, save for the wet diaper now barely covering his loins. No body hair – what little he had had been shaven away or stripped with hair-removal cream. His pubic hair had been eliminated as well.

She smiled one of her wonderful smiles, continuing to look down on him, her waist pressed casually against the side of the changing table. She was wearing a blue cotton dress, a casual yet sexy choice for this warm summer afternoon. Her fingers grazed over the front of the diaper, having just untaped them. She tapped her right index fingernail on the front of the diaper, just above where a penis would be expected.

“Oh yes, little one is definitely a virgin. Such a cute little baby boy. Has never put this to use, has he?” She patted the front of his diaper and he squirmed now, the diaper threatening to slip away and eliminate the separation between her hand and the toy he’d never put to proper use. His legs strained to move, hampered by the equally tight cuffs around his ankles. He was relatively muscular – no bodybuilder – but in decent shape. Muscles would be no match for these restraints, however.

The woman’s jet black hair had been straightened, not a curl on her head. Just as with everything else, she had it tightly under her control. She was 27 years old and could’ve been his old babysitter, back for revenge. She wasn’t though. They had only learned each other’s names 3 weeks ago. Yet judging by the look on his face, he’d never forget hers.

If the overgrown toddler awaiting a diaper change could have spoken, he might only have embarrassed himself further in front of the goddess giving him attention. Fortunately for him, she had decided to gag him with a large pacifier, strapped securely in place.

She kept her right hand on the diaper, pressing into his crotch - a squishing noise accompanying the crinkle. Her other hand reached up and gave his paci a playful tug back and forth, insulting his inability to speak back to her, to try and prove his manliness through the silly words of silly little boys.

She then turned her attention back to the diapered crotch in front of her. Peeling back the diaper below, his wet penis sprang to attention – a glistening, diamond-hard erection. “My my, what do we have here? Is the baby excited for his diapey change?” She said with an excited voice reserved for children.

It was an incredibly hot scene. A beautiful, dominant goddess, her dress hugging her tight body in all the right places, standing over her thoroughly dominated and restrained prey. He was at her mercy, begging with his eyes for release – not from his restraints – those were secondary to the immediate concern of an orgasm.

She stood over him with all the power. It was truly a sight to behold. There was just one problem.

That adult baby lying on the table wasn’t me.

“Sissy – wipe” she said suddenly. Her well-manicured hand flipping over and shooting out towards me, demanding action. I scrambled to bring the tray forward. It was silver and contained all the things you would expect to assist in a diaper change. Large adult diaper. Baby powder and duster. Vaseline. The item she had just demanded was there as well – a box of wipes already opened, a baby wipe standing ready to be plucked for use.

I appeared after a few quick steps – my mastery of high heels was incomplete to say the least, the carpet in the nursery helping nothing. She shot me a quick look for the second’s delay, eyes flashing cold momentarily at me before she plucked a wipe and returned to the diapered subject below.

If his eyes were capable of looking anywhere but her face, the freshman might’ve noticed a large diamond ring on the hand that had just played with his pacifier. The woman having so much fun teasing a diaper change was my fiancé and that ring was something a college student could never hope to afford.

I had once been accustomed to regular diaper changes from her, but that was before sissy training. “If we’re going to get married, I want to make sure you’re capable of doing both,” she had teased me when proposing the idea. As an Adult Baby through and through, I had never been big into the idea of sissification, but Kate has a way of…making me do things.

I am 31 years old, a successful businessman engaged to the woman of his dreams, living in a nice house in a nice suburban neighborhood. To anyone caring to take a look, I am living the dream.

Yet here I stand, wearing a feminine wig, my face made up, with zero body or facial hair (the beard was shaved over a year ago). I am wearing with a French maid’s uniform with high heels on. The corset is tight, securing my feminine figure.

I used to be a regular at the gym, now my muscles get more atrophied by the day, my workouts restricted by Kate to cardio only with a squat routine designed more to pump out my ass and hips than to keep me strong. My fingernails are the longest they’ve ever been with the most nail polish they’ve ever had applied. As for the bra and panties? Well, needless to say those were firsts.

You wouldn’t have to bend down too far – or more likely I wouldn’t have to been too far over – in order to get a look at my ass in all its pantied glory. But you’d have to actually pull them down to see the pias de resistance of my sissification – the chastity belt that ensures my “clity”, as Kate has taken to calling it, remains soft, secure, and under her control.

It has been two months since Kate took away my diapers and replaced them with panties. She’s promised me I’ll get them back one day, but until she’s satisfied with my performance as a sissy, our house is diaper-free.

Or at least it was - until tonight.

She started with his balls, cleaning those first before moving around. Her touch was light, airily swabbing his most sensitive areas. I was nervous. Boundaries were being pushed and she knew it. We had discussed her teasing this college boy, a local ABDL plaything. Now that she was giving him a diaper change, on my changing table, I wasn’t liking how I was feeling.

“I have to say,” she said with mild amusement. “For such a young, preciously LITTLE baby boy…you have surprisingly BIG boy parts!” He smiled with pride…at least as much as one could muster given his current state. “You’ve certainly got a few inches on sissy’s clitty. Especially now that sissy’s little clitty is all locked away in her panties…isn’t that right sissy?”

She didn’t take her eyes off his crotch. “Yes mistress,” I said softly in an elevated sissy voice. It was true. I stood at a respectable 4.5…maybe 5 inches on a good day. Not a big dicked man, but certainly not-

“Sissy’s clitty hasn’t been let out like this in a few weeks now, baby. You must be so happy I’m letting you be big and free for your diaper change, aren’t you?”

He nodded excitedly, glancing a short glance in my direction. Was that a pacified sneer that I saw?

Kate smiled and then discarded another baby wipe. “Babies whose diapers I change may not be wearing clitty cages all the time on their peepees, but that doesn’t mean they get to do things outside of wetting with them without my permission. Do you understand?”

He looked dejected and gave a little whine. He was desperate to cum and letting his disappointment show. What an undisciplined man he was, daring to question the queen in front of him, expressing disappointment. Attempting to have some control.

“Do you understand?” Kate said, this time sternly. As she did it, she took his balls in her hand, squeezing in a firm, but not sadistic way. He quickly bobbed his head up and down in a confirming nod.

“Good,” she said. “Now as I was saying…” with that she removed her hand from his balls and wrapped her fingers around his cock, at the base, taking as much as she could around her fingers, but avoiding the head by virtue of his length. She just put it there, holding it like nothing had changed.

He tensed up immediately. I thought he might cum then and there. It probably took some effort to hold off. He definitely was a virgin. As he tensed, so did I. My fiance’s hand was now wrapped around another sub’s cock for the first time since I’d met her.

“Ooooh yes indeed. Definitely bigger than sissy here. A bit more girth, too. My hand goes from base to start of sissy’s head when I hold her like this…but I’ve got another inch to go if I want to touch that tip. What a lovely man-sized cock you have. Hard to believe you’re just a diaper wetting baby.”

She was teasing him, of course, but she had thrown in an edge there. A sexual edge. She knew how to use tone. Babies and sissies don’t do big boy things with their cocks with women like her. But men? Men do. Men with man-sized cocks…

My corset felt awfully tight just thing. Was I holding my breath? She was touching another man. I knew she would have to when she changed his diaper, but this was awful. I could always say my safe word…she would stop then, right? She’d stop interacting with him, even though I wasn’t directly involved, right? We had agreed to experiment with this guy together, we knew-

She moaned. It was a sensual moan of desire. “It’s so lovely…so strong…” Her head was bending towards it now. “I wonder how it would feel…” She licked her lips slowly, leaving her mouth slightly opened as she leaned a little downwards.

I was nearly in a panic, the safeword on my tongue, ready to spring into action and save the day. I should say it now before she gets any closer. Say it now before…before…

“uuuuuggghghmmffff!” A muffled squeal emanated from behind the pacifier. Kate’s head snaped back, narrowly avoiding the first pump of cum shooting high above the changing table. She still held her hand on the base of his cock, but she had never moved it.

The little baby virgin boy had blown his load far, far too early.

Kate’s laughter broke the silence. “You pathetic little virgin baby,” she laughed. Rope after rope flew into the air and covered his chest. “Couldn’t handle a few words from a mistress without shooting your load. How sad. Let’s clean up this sticky mess and get you back into diapers where you belong. You’ll be getting a spanking later, too. How dare you cum without my permission?”

The adult baby pouted, beet red with embarrassment.

I breathed again. If we were going to play a bit with this inexperienced college kid, is this how it was always going to go?

What did Kate have planned for us?

jennityler

“The Best sissy hypnosis Miss Tilly has found on the internet enjoy”

—

The Best sissy hypnosis Miss Tilly has found on the internet enjoy

1. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph577b12182f065 1. cuckold sissy slave

2. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5681fe138e18d 2. Sissy Delicious prog 1

3. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5681e0662597e 3. sissy Delicious prog2

4. http://www.xvideos.com/video3676468/sissy_shower_hypnosis 4. sissy shower

5. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5757f31e6ff17 5. surrender 2 ur fem side

6. http://www.xnxx.com/video-dc8k1f4/240p_400k_64791121 6. sissy slut fuck ur ass

7. http://www.xvideos.com/video8291226/daddy_made_sissy_cock_cut_ 7. Pov daddy made sissy

8. http://anybunny.com/to/111315-turning_you_into_a_fuck_hole_sissy_trainer_pervers73.html 8. Turn you into a fuck hole sissy

9. http://anybunny.com/itm/gay_sissy_trainer_instruction 9. sissy slut

10. http://www.xnxx.com/video-bfs2r25/huge_cock_pics_and_gifs_with_mistress_audio 10. bbc sissy

11. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1268335144 11. sissy fuck toy doll

12. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph560f2c94b4c0d 12. sissy bimbo hypnosis

13. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5685562121457 13. cuckold transform

14. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph56bbfee659b3a 14. Born to be a sissy

15. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph560c546457328 15. failed as a man sissy

16. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph576d23b3caeb5 16. way you see the world

17. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57101dabe1480 17. dick dreams you faggot

18. http://www.xvideos.com/video11377151/sissy_forever_hypnosis 18. Sissy forever hypno

19. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph578464229e3ae 19.sissy clit hypnosis

20. http://yourjizz.tv/v/4340931/cockblower_poppers_sissy_instructing 20. princess trigger faggot girl

21. http://www.tube8.com/fetish/faggot/28509602/ 21. you are a faggot hypno

22. http://www.tube8.com/asian/like-a-sissy-faggot-pussyboi-bitch/11859431/ 22. another hole fag

23. http://www.tube8.com/asian/like-a-sissy-faggot-pussyboi-bitch/11859431/ 23.sissy slut faggot

24. http://zotporn.net/video/13053-sissi.html 24. wear your panties sissy faggot

25. http://www.xvideos.com/video11377151/sissy_forever_hypnosis 25. Sissy forever hypnosis

Hope you like my 25 best I have found hypnosis video’s, don’t forget sissy hypnosis only works if you want it to. So please don’t blame me when you turn into a sissy girl fuck toy!! Xxx Miss Tilly xxx

http://miss-sissy-fantasy-giva.tumblr.com/ put this together for you please send any comments to me.

(via miss-sissy-fantasy-giva)

❤️💋XOXOXXX👄💕

(via sissyboymarcy)

sissyslutindiapers

Filling my Saturday (and my bimbo brain) with some yummy hypnos today so I can be a good gurl 😊

celeb-femdom-project

sissyslutindiapers

Of course 😍

cumcurious69

Can't wait to see if I get anything 🥰

theclosetsissy

Bring it on! 😋

gymbunnycandiehart

7 Ideas to Feel Girly that You Should Try

Many of you know what it’s like. You are expected to be a man. You ARE a man. At least, you’re male. But you want to be girly. You want to wear dresses, skirts, lingerie, heels, cute outfits, etc. You want pretty hair, smooth skin, a softer walk and gentler mannerisms. You also want to be accepted as your girly self, but that’s not going to happen–at least not publicly and maybe not in your lifetime. You have family or friends, work, school, and social activities where you’d like to feel girly, but you know you must portray “man.”

That’s tough, isn’t it? But is all lost? I don’t think so and I want to share with you seven ideas that can help you feel girly when you must be “boy.”

Before I post, I want to give a quick nod of gratitude to the many fabulous girly boys who chimed in and shared their thoughts. This list is a combined effort and not one i could have come up with on my own. It’s also not an exhaustive list. Also, I would encourage you not to try and implement everything. Just try a few of these ideas, even if it is one at a time.

1) Smooth Out Your Image

Get smooth and fine. I personally enjoy shaving my upper legs and trimming my lower legs. I wish I could shave the entire bit. I keep my chest, topside of hands, and armpits shaven and even shave the underside of my forearms. Shave your groin too and keep the hair above that area short and groomed. Additionally, you could try your hand at plucking eyebrows to a thin, but subtle arch. I used to do this without any question. Just make sure you pluck eyebrows at a time when no one will see you with temporary reddish plump from the plucking. It goes without saying that man-hair problems should be taken care of anyway. Keep the nose trimmed and the ears plucked. Ear hair is gross. Other options include, but are not limited to body lotions and conditioners, bleaching what hair you keep, and being conscientious about all areas of hygiene. Mostly, when it’s said and done, simply clean yourself up. Your outer boy will benefit just as much as your inner girl–it just feels great and feels clean.

2) Spoil Your Girly Self

Learn to enjoy the spa treatment. Take scented bubble baths, do facemasks, and moisturize with girly lotions. Paint your toenails feminine colors and use clear polish on your fingernails. Don’t forget to clean your cuticles, having them softly tapered back. You could also try some slight growth that you could file to a more oval shape. Use a little foundation on your face or maybe a bit of eyeliner or eye shadow. Try lip gloss instead of chap stick and keep it on you to use at any point during a day. Fruity flavors and perhaps some glittery gloss can add some excitement. If you’re feeling it, be a little more risky with some subtle mascara, blush, or lipstick. Get a pedicure or manicure. Get yourself some perfumes to spray on religiously. The point is, treat your inner girl like a princess. You she deserves it!

3) Be Girly Under There

If you want to feel girly, there may not be any better option than panties. You can go as fem as you wish and as small as you can handle. No one will ever see, unless you show them. Learn to enjoy a good Tuck. Keeping the little boy in check and his friends up and out of the way might be a bit of a pain at times, but it’s so worth it not to have a bulge. A step up would be stockings or pantyhose. What a rush when you opt out of socks! And then, there is the bomb: the bra. It’s not always going to work out as an option because of whatever kind of shirt you choose to wear. Some other secret options are things like girly temporary tattoos, garters, feminine socks, chemises, panty liners, or maybe a choker underneath a collar and tie.

4) Embrace Androgyny

This might be my favorite. Girls clothes that can pass as men’s clothes. Women’s jeans are a great go-to. I have a few pair of womens jeans in boot cut and skinny. There are some options that won’t work, but there are plenty of options that can. Do your research. Also, although women’s shorts are generally short, there are long shorts made for women. I almost got a pair of women’s cargo shorts once. I own a women’s swim short that passes. Like jeans, you can find cute shirts, and unless someone can tell that the buttons are on the opposite side, you’re golden. And alas, my absolute favorite. I’ll admit, I’m quite stricken by women’s sneakers. What I love about shoes is that people don’t normally look down at feet, and if they do, they’ll either not care or not pay attention. Trust me, there is no one going around checking to see if you have on narrow shoes or to see if your shoes have pink highlights. I’ve walked through streets, malls, shops, parks, ballparks, etc. etc. in Keds, cheer shoes, or flats without even the slightest second look (even though i kind of wished for it). I have a whole collection of women’s sneakers and wear them frequently to various public spaces. Never once have I been questioned for it–even in the cutest pairs. If you wear something larger than a 12 in women’s shoes, companies like New Balance and Skechers make size 13 now and many companies are finally making 12′s as a regular. Thank goodness! But it’s not just tennis shoes. There are several casual flat options that are simply narrower versions of men’s styles. Obviously, if you’re trying to maintain a guy profile, you can’t wear heels, but you can try subtle platforms. Androgyny may not be as sexy as “all out” but it’s great to have the option. even if it does look semi-manly, at least you know. I could continue to write more, but I must move on.

5) Accesorize (yeah, I didn’t spell that right, oh well)

I’ve not done much with this one myself, but I can see where it would be awesome. Rings, earrings, belly button rings, toerings, necklaces, bracelets, ankle bracelets, or watches. I’d love to have a girl-size apple watch and band. It’s your choice in how much you’d like to glam it up. Purses might be an option too if it could pass as a man-bag. What about a girlish backpack or sling? What about a semi-girlish phone case, computer bag, or a women’s wallet? Here’s an idea! Care to try a hair band? Or if your hair is long enough, a scrunchie. Another option might be ladies’ eyewear frames or sunglasses. In cold weather, ladies gloves, scarves, or toboggans. How about cute hats or visors? When you’re at the beach or pool, use girlish towels. When working out, girls’ lifting gloves. The idea here is to add a little something girly that makes you feel special.

6) Practice Feminine Posture and Gestures

So, you want to feel girly? Start acting like it. Talk softer, move more gracefully, sit more precisely. Cross your legs like a woman when you sit. Get into a car as if you have on a dress. Walk narrow as if on a thin line. Limp your wrists and point your toes. Act like you have hips. Twirl your hair if you’ve got it. You may not want to camp it up too much, but you can certainly improve your mannerisms subtly over time. I definitely could use some help in this area. I’d say that the hardest part is developing the habit.

7) Do Girly Things

The options here are perhaps endless, but I’ll try to give a few. I like the idea of keeping a diary and writing in girlish strokes with pink or purple pens. Put little hearts for dots on your i’s. Doodle flowers. Watch chick-flicks (I know, that sounds sexist). Window shop often. Go to women’s shops frequently and take in every opportunity to go into those special places with your girlfriend or wife. With your significant other, cuddle like a girl would and be tender with your kisses. And, of course, it wouldn’t be a Gym Bunny Candie post if I didn’t say it: “Dress girly for a workout.” Even if it is in the sanctity of your home, wear a sports bra and yoga pants, cute tops, maybe even a tennis skirt. It’s not about having a sissy workout. It’s about transforming your body while luxuriating in the feminine garments. And don’t forget your girly sneakers! LOL One thing you could always try is early morning or late night walk or runs in your girly gear. I live on a golf course and so I will sometimes get girly and run the course at night on the golf cart path. It’s such a rush! There are just too many options. I’m sure you could think of some.

Well, that’s what I have to offer, and by tomorrow, I’m sure to come up with dozens of other ideas that didn’t come out. But I hope these ideas help you in some way to bring a little girliness into your mundane male life, that, for some logical reason, you cannot escape.

Do you have anything to add? I’m sure it’s a good one.

Have a great girly day, girlfriends. Love you all!

CandieHart

gymbunnycandiehart

Always Worth a REBLOG

crinklyfantasies

Birthday Movie - The Complete Trilogy (NSFW 18+ Only)

Authors note: Hello everyone, I compiled each of the Birthday Movie stories here for easy access to the whole thing. If you’d like to view one in particular, each one is up on my blog separately. I want to thank you all for reading and liking my stories. I haven’t tried creative writing before and this has been a very validating and fun experience. You gave me the energy and inspiration to create this work. Shoutout to @paddedlittleparadise for reblogging my first story and helping me find an audience. Enjoy!

***DISCLAIMER*** Everyone involved in this story is 18+ and is a consenting adult.

My diapers crinkled loudly as I waddled through the door to my wife’s bedroom. It looked like she was just finishing up as I entered, applying a lascivious shade of red to her lips. I stood in the doorway, dressed in the dinosaur onesie she bought me for my last birthday with my teddy clutched tightly under my arm. It was my birthday and my wife/mommy had promised to get me an extra special present. I’d been beside myself with excitement all day, maintaining a strict regimen of extra good behavior as my thoughts filled with fantasies more suited to the big boy she let me be on very rare occasions. I even ate all the gross baby food she liked to feed me this morning without complaining. I glanced impatiently at the clock as she continued to work.

Finally, she looked away from what she was doing and noticed me, gracing me with a smile and drawing a twinge from my cage. “What’s wrong baby? Wet already?” she asked innocently, pretending not to notice my embarrassed blush.

“Of course not!” I pouted. “I just wanted to know when I was going to get my present. It’s already 6 and you always tuck me in at 7:30 so…” I drawled off, realizing I might be overstepping my bounds.

“Aww, don’t worry, baby.” She stood up and grabbed her purse off the nightstand. “Auntie Kaley should be here with your present any time now.”

I gripped my teddy nervously and shuffled, suddenly filled with dread. Kaley was my wife’s best friend, and she took special care to tease and humiliate me when she was over. She was slightly taller than average, with pert breasts and an ass she loved to show off, especially when she knew I was caged. The first time she babysat me I had gone to bed futilely rubbing at my caged member and wincing at the ache in my balls. “You aren’t staying here?” I sniffled, hoping to win some sympathy and get her to change her mind.

“Sorry, baby, Mommy made plans to go out with some friends.” She stepped up to me and hugged me close, nestling my head between her breasts.

I moaned and my trapped dick throbbed wildly in its prison as I inhaled her scent, a sweet mix of pheromones and spice. I squirmed and hugged my teddy tighter as I tried to restrain myself from trying to touch her breasts. The last time that had happened without permission, my punishment had left my bottom flaring red and stinging, covered in angry red heart-shaped marks from the paddle Mommy had bought for me last Valentine’s day.

The doorbell rang and she stepped back excitedly as I inwardly cringed. “Oh, that must be Kaley! Guess that means it’s time for me to leave.” She patted my butt with a soft thump. “You be good for Auntie. Bad little boys don’t get their birthday treats.”

I nodded quickly and squeaked out a hurried, “Yes, Mommy”. Soft crinkles followed me as I waddled behind Mommy to answer the door.

Mommy opened the door with a soft click and Kaley smiled brightly. “It’s so good to see you. You look amazing!”

It was true, I thought. Mommy was wearing a colorful low-cut blouse that highlighted the cleavage of her marvelous breasts and matching jeans that perfectly accentuated her curves. As if her perfect ass needed any more embellishment, she’d topped it off with a set of heels she’d bought last week that caused her to stand several inches taller and perfectly complemented her long legs. My cock dribbled uselessly through the cage as I stood behind her, wishing she would stay to play with me instead of with her friends.

“Thank you! I’ve been wanting to wear this top out for a while. I hope I don’t get hit on too much while I’m out,” Mommy said, giving me a wink. I blushed bright red and looked down. “Thanks for doing this, Kaley. I hope it’s not too much trouble.”

“None at all!” Kaley said. “I love it when I get to spend time with the widdle birthday boy.” She blew a kiss at me and smiled as I blushed and shuffled awkwardly.

“Before I head out, do you have everything?” Mommy asked.

Kaley shifted the satchel she was carrying over her shoulder and began to rummage through it. “Hmm, some bottles, diapers for the little peepee boy, of course—” I shrunk. “—baby powder, wipes, a paci for when he gets fussy… and some other stuff. Yep, looks like it’s all here!”

“I guess I’ll get going then. Have a good night, baby. I love you,” Mommy said, blowing me a kiss.

Despite my embarrassment, I gave her my best smile and clasped my hands behind my back, putting in every little ounce of effort I could into getting her to stay. “I wuv you too, Mommy.”

Kaley smiled and closed the door as I heard the rumble of the car engine begin to fade. “Well, now that it’s just the two of us, how about I cook up some birthday boy dinner? Would you like that, little buddy?”

I mumbled grumpily and traced little circles into the soft fabric of the carpet, disappointed by my failed bid to keep Mommy from going out to do grown-up things. She’s probably going out to have drinks and go clubbing and stay up past 10 and do other stuff grown-ups get to do… I thought, pouting. Grown-up things that I hadn’t been allowed to do since the last time I had accumulated enough good boy stickers to be out of padding for a day. And that was months ago. It’s so unfair! It was almost impossible to earn enough big boy stickers nowadays. Mommy only gave them out for nigh impossible tasks like keeping my diaper dry for a whole night or lasting longer than a minute during release days, an effort becoming increasingly more difficult as my days in the cage got longer and release days came fewer and further between. Mommy wasn’t compleeeeetely mean, though. She also gave out good boy stickers for… other things… like humping my diapers in front of her friends when they came over. Squirmy, fluttery things, like keeping my buzzy plug on for the whole trip when we went out shopping and wearing my little clothes under my outfit for work. I usually tried to avoid those kinds of tasks, though, because they either ended with me burning red in shame or exhausted and sore. Usually, it ended up being a mix of both.

Kaley startled me from my brooding as she addressed me loudly, “Hey, I asked you what you wanted for dinner, squirt.”

I looked up to see Kaley squatting next to me, wearing a short black skirt that reveled her long tan legs and a stylish red top with a cut that just hinted at the carnal pleasures beneath. “I unno…” I mumbled as I blushed and looked away.

“Aww,” she teased, “is somebody upset his wife went out to do big girl things and left him with the big scawy babysittur?” She ruffled my hair playfully. “I was thinking about some birthday boy mac and cheese. How does that sound, sweetie?”

“Mac and cheese!?” I replied, perking up at the mention of big boy food. My wife always made my favorite mac’n cheese whenever she decided I deserved a little treat, usually saying it was ‘because I was just so darn cute’. “Can it be the ones with the dinosaurs in it?” I asked excitedly.

“What other kind of birthday boy mac and cheese is there?” Kaley said with a laugh. “Want to come and help me make it?”

“Okay! I’m really good at stirring the cheese!” I said happily, lurching up awkwardly as the bulk of my diaper resisted my movements.

Kaley giggled and helped me up, patting my bum affectionately. “I bet you are, sweetheart!”

I waddled to the kitchen and leapt up to one of the stools at the bar with a soft thump as Kaley began boiling the water.

“You stay there ‘til the cheese is ready to be stirred in, okay? We wouldn’t want Mommy’s precious boy to get bit by mean Mr. Stove,” she said smiling.

I squirmed a little in my seat. When I had told my wife about my desires two years ago, cooking privileges had been one of the first things to go. I was still allowed to hold and stir things, but cooking with the stove or oven was strictly off-limits to little boys according to my new mommy. The prehistoric pasta tinkled softly into the pot as I swung my legs and gripped my seat in anticipation. Kaley finished with her work and turned towards me, leaning over the counter and offering me a scandalous view of her cleavage. Eyes widening, I felt my cock swell against the walls of its plastic prison as I bit my lip in frustration. Kaley loved to tease me like this when she was over, taunting me with the promise of pleasures beyond the confines of my crinkly padding.

“Ooooh, what’s the matter, sweetie? Do you like what you see?” she purred, gently pulling the fabric of her shirt down with an elegant, manicured finger.

I blushed hotly and gripped the edges of the seat even harder as I began to squirm uncomfortably. Mommy hadn’t let me have release, let alone an erection, in so long… my balls ached and I began to emit pathetic whining noises as Kaley’s teasing revealed the soft fabric of her lace bra. She quickly covered herself up and booped me on the nose.

“Oops! Sorry sweetie, the rest is for big boys, and… well, I don’t think I need to explain any further.” She smiled sweetly, a sharp counterpoint to the agony of discontent in my swollen testicles and dripping cage. “Here, I know what will cheer you up!” She quickstepped to the fridge, opening it and bending over, flashing me another exciting view as a faint glimpse of her pantied ass peeked through the skirt.

I squirmed harder in my seat and began rubbing fruitlessly at the crotch of my diaper, desperate for any sensation at all to quell the throbbing in my cage.

Kaley stood back up with a bottle of milk in hand and sauntered back towards me, a devilish grin on her face. “Does Mommy’s little boy want his bottle?” she asked.

I nodded vigorously and began to hump the seat of the chair.

“Ohh, someone is excited for his milkies!” she said in mock delight. She leaned over the counter again and pulled back her blouse, again giving me what I both craved and feared. She began rubbing the tip of the bottle on her breasts, making soft sounds of satisfaction that set my heart to racing and tested the limits of my cage. “Does wittle baby want his milk?” she cooed, dribbling a droplet of milk from the bottle onto her chest. I watched in rapture as the drop disappeared into the abyss between her glorious mounds, irrationally wishing I could trade places with it so that I too could see and feel the secrets beneath. Just as I nodded stupidly and began to lean forward, she abruptly popped the rubber nipple into my mouth and skipped back to the hallway. “I already told you, silly baby, those are for big boys. Now be good and drink your bottle while auntie Kaley goes and gets some things from the car, ‘kay?”

Glumly, I nodded and began to suck.

I teethed at the rubber nipple sullenly as Kaley returned. Strangely, she had nothing in hand. “What did you have to do?” I asked, wondering why she had just stepped away for no apparent reason.

“Oh, nothing important,” Kaley said, shrugging off my question and tipping the bottle back into my mouth as she passed, a gentle reminder that little boys didn’t get to question adults. I suckled on the sweet liquid as Kaley checked her phone and giggled. She looked at me and grinned before looking back at her phone. I frowned unhappily and shifted in my seat as she continued to ignore me.

I stared at her suspiciously as she continued to smile, covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. I bet she’s talking about me. Why won’t she tell me what she’s doing? This is so unfair! The mixture of humiliation, frustration, and unfulfilled need that had been swirling inside me since Mommy left boiled over. I harrumphed and stood up, dropping the bottle to the floor with a clatter as I clomped around the counter directly into Kaley’s line of sight. Her head darted up from her screen as I stomped on the floor with a bootied foot.

“Uh oh, what do we have here?” she inquired. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips as she crossed her arms and began tapping her index finger against the skin of her bicep expectantly.

I squatted down angrily and began to push, my face scrunching with the effort. This will teach her to ignore me! The back of my diaper began to tent, pushing against the soft fabric of my onesie as I filled it with my indignance.

Kaley calmly watched me and continued to tap her arm until I was done, raising an eyebrow. “All finished?” she asked, unfazed.

My diaper crinkled as a I shifted to accommodate my mess. I balled my fists at my sides and nodded at her triumphantly.

“Oh, that’s good, then,” she said nonchalantly, turning her attention back to her phone. The hot, righteous feeling of my retribution rapidly cooled at her indifference and I began to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“A-aren’t you going to change me?” I asked shakily, suddenly worried my terrible two had been a terrible mistake.

Kaley looked up and put down her phone, slowly advancing on me with predatory grace as she said, “No, grown-ups get to decide when babies are changed, and you are clearly a baby. I thought you were a big boy who could stir your own mac and cheese, but I guess I was wrong, huh?”

The fleeting memory of my defiance was banished as she continued to advance on me. I began to shrink inwards and made little steps back as I lost ground. “I’m sorry, Miss Kaley. I won’t do it again, please!” I begged as I backed towards the kitchen table.

“Aww, I know you won’t, sweetie. I know you’re just Mommy’s sweet little boy, aren’t you?” she said, words dripping with condescension as she closed the distance between us.

My back bumped against the tall frame of our kitchen chair as I shook in fear. Kaley finished closing the gap between us and pulled the chair out from behind me, the wooden legs squealing against the tiled floor. She grabbed my shoulder in one firm hand and pulled me close, her lips gently brushing my ear as she leaned in. My heart thumped wildly as my fear warred with the sweet smell of her skin and the hot caress of her breath assailed my senses.

“Shh, it’s ok, baby. I’m not going to punish you for lying to me about being a big boy. I already knew. I mean, do you know any other big boys that walk around in onesies and wear big poofy diapers?” She began to gently push on my shoulders, firmly guiding me towards the waiting chair as I squeaked and resisted weakly.

My warm mess spread disgustingly across my bottom as I made contact with the chair and my eyes began to tear up with regret. I’m sorry. This is so yucky. Please change me, Miss Kaley. I want to be big. Please let me stir my mac’n cheeses. I whimpered pleadingly with her as she held me in place.

“I’m going to go finish up dinner and you are going to stay right here. Hopefully, you’ll take the time to think about why you’re sitting there in a poopy diaper and not out on the town with your sexy wife.” Kaley turned to retrieve my bottle from the floor and popped it back into my mouth.

The following ten minutes passed slowly as I squished sadly in my cooling diaper and finished my milk. My tears had dried on my face and I sniffled, rubbing my puffy reddened eyes as Kaley returned with my birthday dinner. I meekly sat still as she fastened my bib, a white cloth rimmed in blue that spelled out in shiny blue letters Mommy’s Messy Boy. I winced at the irony. Kaley decided to revoke the big boy privilege of feeding myself as she situated herself next to me and began spooning up the steaming pasta. The rest of the meal proceeded without incident as Kaley fed me, making cooing, encouraging noises as she guided the spoon to my waiting mouth. I tried to be good and make sure it all got in, but I whined when some of the dinosaurs inevitably ended up on my bib. Sometimes I think Kaley purposely missed just to make me feel extra helpless. After the bowl was empty, Kaley began to rub my back, patting it occasionally and telling me what a good boy I was for finishing my meal.

“Did you like your dinner?” she asked.

I gave a small nod and smiled weakly.

She smiled. “Aww, you are so cute. I think somebody deserves a change for being such a good boy during dinner.”

I brightened at the promise of freedom from my predicament and gave her a bright smile, nodding happily.

“Oh, look who’s excited to get a new diapy!” she tittered. “Well, come on then, baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

She led me by the hand as we headed upstairs, giggling at my awkward waddle as I tried to avoid contact with my mistake, the diaper drooping between my legs. We finally arrived at the bathroom and she laid a towel down on the floor. My onesie snapped as she undid the buttons and my diaper drooped further between my legs, losing its support. I whined pathetically and she picked up her phone and snapped a picture, digitally memorializing my shame.

“Okay, Mr. Stinky, lay down,” she commanded playfully, taking enjoyment in my mortified response as I quietly hobbled past and avoided eye contact.

I sat on the soft fabric of the towel and laid back, focusing on the white plaster of the ceiling. My mind drew small patterns in the little hills and valleys created by the uneven coat while Kaley undid the tapes. Kaley hummed as she worked, rolling up the soiled garment and dropping it in the tall can Mommy had specifically bought for these situations. She chuckled at the sight of my jailed willy as she wiped, her efforts doing nothing to wipe away, more-so amplifying, the angry shade of purple in my balls.

“How long has it been since your last humpy day?” she asked tauntingly.

Too long, I thought. “Three months,” I said, covering my eyes as I tried to ignore the beautiful woman before me gently wiping around my crotch.

“Oh my goodness, well now, that is a long time, isn’t it? If it wasn’t for your Mommy giving you milkies every now and then, I bet these little things would have exploded by now!”

I winced in agony as she flicked my engorged testicles, seeing that superior grin Kaley always wore when she tormented me.

“I’m going to unlock you now so we can make your willie all nice and clean. No touching, though. Auntie Kaley will wash you, ‘kay?”

My head bobbed in confirmation. I knew the routine. Mommy always let me free when it was bath time, taking extra special care to gently wash my stiff cocklette throughout the routine, driving me wild with stimulation but always taking precautions to prevent an accidental spurt. When it was over and I was nice and clean, she would gently kiss the tip and apply ice to it. The ice always made me squeal and it hurt extra bad after a warm bath, reverting my cock back to babyhood as it shriveled and went limp. The faucet squeaked as Kaley turned it, steam rising as the hot water poured into the tub. Kaley stood over me, her lacey black panties clearly visible as she looked down. Oh my god… I whined as my cage immediately swelled to capacity and began to drip, my dick bobbing frantically at the sight as it tried to break free. Kaley smiled and lifted her dress, the light of the bathroom illuminating her silky skin. Slowly, she reached into her panties and bit her lip. Mommy, why did you leave me with her!? I despaired.

“Ah, there it is,” she exclaimed, letting her skirt drop and pulling her hand from her panties, producing a small golden key on a chain.

I looked at the key and back to her in confusion. Did she just…?

Kaley knelt between my legs with the key and inserted it into the infernal lock holding my cage tight. Seeing my questioning gaze, Kaley answered as the lock opened with a small click, “Your Mommy told me to keep the key where little boys like you couldn’t reach it. So I thought, what’s more out of reach for her little diapered hubby than a woman’s pussy?”

I cringed and she smiled maliciously as she slowly pulled the cage from my cock, gasping as it popped free, my arousal glistening on the tip. “Aww, it looks like its crying” she said sympathetically. She reached out and flicked it, laughing as I flinched and moved to cover myself. “Hmm, sorry, that probably didn’t help much, did it,” she said callously.

I sniffled and covered myself. She gripped my hand and pulled me up, helping me into the tub. I enjoyed baths. The hot water always brought me comfort and helped to somewhat alleviate the ache in my groin. It was one of the plus sides of being her little boy now, I supposed, as the attention it got me always made me feel as warm and bubbly as the bath she washed me in. Plus, it was always a bonus when I got to splash my wife “accidentally”. The wet fabric of her shirt always gave me a worthwhile view. Though, of course, the trade-off was usually a night of tossing and turning with a glowing red bottom accompanied by a raging ache in the cage. But it was worth it. Probably.

Kaley checked her phone and smiled again.

Why is she always doing that?

She tapped in a quick message and set it down, turning her attention back to me as she reached for the pitcher to wash my hair. I wasn’t allowed to stick my head under the water anymore. Mommy said it was dangerous for babies. “Looks like it’s about 7:30. Guess you’re going to be a little late to your bedtime. Oh well, it is your birthday, so I guess we can let it slide.” Kaley filled the pitcher and tipped it over my hair. I held my nose and kept my eyes shut as the warm water trickled over me. When she was satisfied my hair was wet enough, she reached for a bottle of shampoo and squirted a dollop into her hand, brusquely rubbing it into my scalp. “Who’s the clean little baby,” she cooed as she cleaned me. “That’s right, you are!”

I didn’t even say anything…

She continued speaking, though I didn’t respond. “I bet your Mommy must really love you, getting you this special no-tear shampoo. Now you can get your head all clean and you can make it through bath time without crying. Isn’t that nice?”

I pouted as she again poured the water over my head, rinsing away the sweet-smelling shampoo.

“Okay, little man, time to clean your little man,” she said, giggling at her own wit.

“That’s okay, Kaley… I can do that.” After all the torment she had put my penis through tonight, there was no way I wanted her to handle washing it.

“No can-do, buddy. Your mommy was VERY explicit in saying that you shouldn’t be allowed to wash yourself. She said something about you making stickies in the water when she wasn’t looking.”

I sulked and spread my legs in deference to Mommy’s wishes, though it was hardly fair. I’d only touched myself one time back when she had just become my Mommy and now I had restricted access even during bath time. So what if I touch myself. She gets to touch HERself. I started as Kaley reached a soapy hand into the water and began stroking my cock. My body shook with the effort as I tried to keep from cumming then and there. After a couple seconds of gut-wrenching bliss, she withdrew her hand and dried it on the nearby towel, acting as if nothing had just happened. As if she hadn’t just given a handjob, albeit a short one, to her best friend’s husband.

“Okay, baby, time to get ready for bed.” She rolled up her short sleeves and helped me rise from the tub. My dick stood horizontally and dripped what was mostly water back into the tub. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I waited for what came next.

“Let’s get you all nice and dry so we can get that cute little butt of yours back in a diaper before you have an accident.”

I opened my eyes as the thick cloth of the towel roughly rubbed against my skin, surprised it wasn’t the crippling cold sensation I was normally subjected to. Kaley helped me step out of the tub and continued to dry me, still ignoring my erect member. What’s going on? I thought excitedly. Kaley finished her work and grasped my wrist, gently pulling my naked form down the hall towards my room. My excitement grew as we got closer to the door. This HAD to be the present my wife had alluded to. I was naked, uncaged, and being led by the wrist back to my room by my wife’s beautiful best friend. I grinned wryly at the thought of the sex I was going to get to have, eager to prove that I was indeed a big boy. Kaley cracked the door and motioned for me to step through. I rushed forward eagerly, nearly tripping over myself in haste as I opened the door.

The room looked much like it had when I had left it to ask Mommy about my present. My changing table sat in one corner, its shelves filled with stacks and stacks of a variety of diapers—white ones, blue ones, ones with dinosaurs and spaceships, even some pink ones for when Mommy decided I wasn’t even man enough to be a little boy. The center of the room was covered with a dark blue rug ringed in black, the letters of the alphabet outlined in bright yellow along the dark edge. By my crib stood Mommy’s rocking chair, a soft cushioned seat next to which leaned the dreaded wooden paddle with the heart-shaped cutout. My bottom gave a twinge of the remembered sting as I finally noticed the difference. Behind the tall bars of my crib lay a gigantic teddy bear, a bright red bow wrapped around it. The stuffed animal was nearly three quarters of my size and lay on its back, beaded eyes staring blankly above to the dark ceiling painted with patterns of stars and moons that glowed in the dark. More surprisingly, above the head of the teddy bear, atop the pillows at the head of my crib, was Mommy’s laptop. Its dark black screen offered no answers as I turned to Kaley.

I pointed to it and asked, “What’s that for?”

She giggled, “That’s your new teddy, of course, silly baby.”

I frowned as she deliberately misinterpreted my question but kept my mouth shut as she guided me to the changing table, dashing my dreams of adult fun. I hopped up to the table as Kaley perused the rows of diapers, finally settling on a thick pink diaper covered in images of hearts and unicorns. My heart sank as she unfolded it and maneuvered it under me. It looked like I wasn’t going to get to be a big boy after all, though I took some solace in the fact that I hadn’t been stuffed back into the cage.

“Are you ready for your present?” Kaley asked, beaming.

I propped myself up on my elbows as I shrugged, my enthusiasm dulled by a night of disappointment and frustration.

“Aww, you don’t seem very excited. Maybe I should just give your Mommy a call and let her know you don’t want it.”

The mention of Mommy rekindled my interest. The thought of disappointing her by rejecting her gift was too much to bear.

“No, please, Miss Kaley, please, I want it,” I begged, trying to sound cute.

“There we go! Okay, little one.” She reached down, and I held my breath in suspense. “Here it is,” she exclaimed as she held up a large silicone plug before me. It was at least twice as big as the buzzy toy Mommy used when she milked me and the end was a bright red bejeweled heart.

My throat dropped into my gut and I felt my hole tighten in fear. There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me!

Kaley kept that damn grin on her face as she began to lube it, squirting a generous amount into her soft hand and onto the toy. I begged and pleaded with her as she slipped a couple of fingers inside me, preparing the ground for the invasion to come. I closed my eyes and tried to remember that this was what Mommy wanted as she continued to stretch me, slipping a third finger in and causing me to gasp. She continued like that till she deemed I was suitably loose and began pressing the plug into my quivering hole. I made little squeaking noises and my cock twitched as she worked it into me, making soft encouraging noises and telling me how good I was and how my Mommy would be so proud. When the largest part passed my convulsing ring, I sighed in relief as my hole stretched to accommodate the intruder. My cock was limp now and leaked pathetically into my diaper as Kaley taped me up, trapping me with my new plug.

“Did you have fun with that?”

I shook my head a little and groaned at the full feeling in my tummy.

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Well, it sure looked like you enjoyed it, your little pee pee told me so. Oh well, even if you didn’t like it, that was just part two of your present.”

This night is full of surprises, I thought as I sat up, my new fresh diaper crinkling as only a fresh diaper could. I winced as the movement disturbed the present inside me and looked to Kaley for more information. “What else is there?” I asked. Mommy had never gotten me a second, let alone a third present for my birthday. I must have been extra good. Maybe it was those pictures I colored for her.

“Come on,” Kaley coaxed, motioning towards the crib.

I grimaced as I clumsily made my way to the crib, nearly stumbling several times as the plug, combined with the thick padding of the diaper, made it even more difficult to walk. I climbed inside and Kaley pulled the bars of the crib up, isolating me with teddy 2.0 and the mysterious black screen. I shifted in the crib, trying to find a comfortable position with so much new stuff, and realized I could attain a reasonable level of comfy if I straddled my new teddy.

Kaley pulled out her phone and typed something again, nodding and looking back to me. “Press the power button and put in the password. It’s HappyBirthday123.”

My chin rested on the crown of teddy’s head as I did as she said and waited for the screen to load. Kaley took a seat in Mommy’s rocking chair and placed her elbows on her knees, perching her chin atop her hands and watching me expectantly. I glanced at her suspiciously and gave a small start as the screen flickered to life. Mommy’s radiant visage filled the screen and I felt my heart flutter.

“Hmm, is this thing on? Can you see me, baby?” she asked through the screen.

I nodded dumbly.

“Oh, good! How is your night with Auntie Kaley going? Were you a good boy?”

I glanced at Kaley and she blew me a little kiss. I blushed and said, “Everything’s fine. Kaley made me dinosaur mac and cheeses and changed me when I made a messy.”

Mommy smiled. “Aww, did you say thank you to Kaley for changing your stinky bottom?”

I looked away and uttered a hasty ‘thank you’ to Kaley so I could answer back truthfully. “Yes.”

My wife’s eyes twinkled knowingly as she gave a soft laugh at my silliness. “Do you want to see your present?”

I nodded eagerly and my dick stiffened with excitement.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded again and whined, my diaper crinkling with impatience.

“Okay… well, if that’s what my little boy wants.” Mommy stepped back from the screen and my heart fell straight to my crotch. She was dressed in dark purple lingerie that did little but outline her womanly gifts. Her dark lace bra pushed her breasts up for display and the fabric of her garter belt teased the eye with a strip of black running down the center of her glowing skin to the connecting fabric beneath. I breathed heavily hugged teddy tightly as I pushed desperately against the padding of the diaper. Mommy turned around and bent over to show me the back, spreading her legs slightly to reveal the delicious surprise of crotchless panties outlining her damp kitty. I began to grind against teddy, my cock sliding against the soft padding. Mommy’s hands slowly drifted up her legs and she grabbed one ass cheek in each hand, pressing against the flesh and turning to wink at me.

Suddenly, she gestured off camera and I sat up in shock. From the empty space surrounding her a man suddenly stepped into frame. He was completely nude and his masculinity was a rival to my wife’s erotic grace. He was easily twice as big as I was, in several ways, and his stance spoke of a calm confidence I had only dreamed of. I felt my bladder let go as I realized what was about to happen, powerless to stop it as much as I was powerless to stop the rapidly swelling padding.

“Happy birthday, baby! This is your new Daddy!” Mommy practically pranced into his arms and laid a graceful hand on his well-toned chest.

I shook my head in disbelief and looked to Kaley. She had her phone in hand and smiled as I looked over, her fingers giving me a little wave. “Happy birthday, cucky-boy,” she taunted.

I looked back to the screen to see the camera had changed positions. Whereas before I had only been able to see a corner of the room, the new angle displayed clean linens spread across a queen-sized bed in what looked like an expensive hotel. Atop that queen-sized bed lounged my queen, her legs spread and rubbing her breasts in anticipation as she waited for her king to take her. I looked on despairingly and wished I could trade places with him. I wasn’t her king. I was her padded little prince. She threw her head back, her hair falling enticingly around her as she bit her lip. She reached a hand up to gently tease her nipple and looked back towards the camera, mouthing, “I love you.”

My mouth worked silently to repeat it as I watched him join her on the bed. He roughly grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her towards him, locking her into a passionate kiss as she writhed against him. He reached a hand up to fondle her breast and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as he handled her. He gave her nipple a sharp squeeze and she pulled back in surprise. My eyes were riveted on the screen as I watched him push her down, tearing the bra from her shivering form and taking her breast into his mouth.

Kaley startled me as she interrupted my voyeurism by slipping a pacifier between my lips. “Thought you might be jealous,” she explained with a giggle and showed her phone, revealing the same live-stream playing on the laptop. At some point she had scooted the chair closer to my crib, probably eager to see my degradation up close.

“Man, I sure am jealous, though. Your Mommy gets to go out and fuck that big hunk and I’m stuck here babysitting her pathetic little cucky. Oh well, I’ll just have to find other ways to entertain myself.”

I squealed in surprise as the plug in me suddenly began to vibrate, the powerful rumble reverberating through my hot mess of my soaked diaper. Kaley wore a cunning smile and lifted her other hand, revealing a dialed remote. She turned it and I shook harder as the plug’s intensity increased. Kaley licked her lips and lifted her skirt, revealing she had taken off her panties at some point, showing me the angry red of her swollen cunt as she set her phone down and began to rub her clit.

“Mmmm,” Kaley moaned as I looked back at the screen just in time to see Daddy roughly thrust into my wife. My wife arched her back in pleasure and ground into him, looking back at the camera.

“I, ugnh, bet you wish you could, mmmmh, be – ah!- inside me right now, ba-aaaaah- biee. I’m sorry bu-uhht,” she panted as he continued to piston into her pussy, “but I just can’t sle- ohhhh, -eep with you anymore.”

He grabbed her hips and lifted her from the bed to wrap her around him as he continued to ravage her body. Unconsciously, at some point I had resumed grinding into my diaper, the sound of the plug’s vibrations peaking and plummeting as I furiously humped away, trying to mimic the motions driving Mommy insensate.

Kaley leaned in and began whispering breathily through the bars of the crib, stoking the fires of my shame. “Look how big he is! I bet your Mommy never looked like that when you put that little tinker toy in her. Oh, look, see how she’s looking at him? Doesn’t that just make you jealous?”

I moaned and tears pooled in my eyes as I buried my head in teddy’s fur.

Kaley continued to berate me, her hand moving feverishly as she rubbed at her soaking snatch. “I bet that wet diaper feels a lot like her pussy right now. Hot, wet, hugging your little dicklette while you thrust into it. Not that you would know anymore, I suppose. How long has it been since your Mommy had sex with you? Three months? No, she would have called me afterwards to tell me how disappointed she was. Six months? Hmm, that sounds right but it’s not quite… oh right! It’s been TWO YEARS since you were last inside her.”

My body began to shudder and jerk as I felt myself getting closer. On screen, Daddy was still steadily pumping away, showing no sign of slowing down as Mommy screamed quietly into his neck. The vibrations in my plug suddenly peaked and I squealed loudly into my pacifier as I felt my cock spurt into the soaked padding. The muscles in my abdomen continued to churn and clench as my neglected balls emptied their load, the vibrator shaking every last drop from my quivering button.

Through the haze of my orgasm, I heard Kaley groan and saw that she had her legs up on the crib. She was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy while working her clit when I saw her begin to shudder and she jerked forward. Her legs slammed down from my crib and she pressed her legs together as she came hard, her eyes clenched tightly and her lips pressed together as she shook.

My eyes began to droop and I realized I was suddenly tired, exhausted by my monumental orgasm and the late hour. It’s only 40 minutes past my bedtime, I shouldn’t be this tired… The buzzing of the plug fell silent as I turned half-lidded eyes back to the screen. Mommy was on her back now, too lost in rapture to hold herself up as Daddy gripped her by the chin and forced her to look at him as he tore into her. I saw her delirious smile as she looked up at him, the camera completely forgotten. My eyes drooped and I laid against teddy, hugging him tightly as I began to drift. The last thing I heard before the gray haze overwhelmed me was Mommy’s stuttered screaming. “Oh my god you’re so bi-I – I – igggggg!”

I am big mommy… I smiled weakly and suckled on my paci as I fell asleep to the lullaby of my wife’s satisfied moans. Mommy’s big boy.

lacisissyslut