Pro tip for those of you who have asked what outfits are good/bad for hiding dips: Always check your pants for the see-through factor and definitely donât pair see-through pants with dips that have a wetness indicator đł
Pro tip for those of you who have asked what outfits are good/bad for hiding dips: Always check your pants for the see-through factor and definitely donât pair see-through pants with dips that have a wetness indicator đł
ATTENTION ANYONE WHO WEARS DIAPERSâŒïž (Diaper fluffing tutorial)
It seems like a lot of people in the abdl community donât know about diaper fluffing, so I thought Iâd make a quick tutorial! If youâre not sure what diaper fluffing is, itâs basically breaking up the fibers in your diaper to let air in, and make them thicker and more comfortable! Diapers are packed SUUUPER tight to make shipping cheaper, so your diapers wonât come out of the package as fluffy as they should be! Hereâs how you do it
Step 1: Unfold your diaper all the way (pretty easy)
Step 2: Fold your diaper in half hotdog style, then gently pull your hands in opposite directions up and down the fold you made. You should feel the material giving a little as you do this. BE CAREFUL AND DONâT RIP THE DIAPER
Step 3: Unfold your diaper, and do the same thing to the inside, gently pulling your hands apart
Step 4: VoilĂ ! Fluffed and ready to go!
Hereâs a picture of the diaper I fluffed next to one right out of the package
The difference is really amazing! Hope this helps you guys! Stay dry đ
Edit: Send me a message if you had a problem or something. I tried to make the directions as clear as possible but Iâm always here to help!
Also hereâs this for anyone who hasnât seen it! Diaper fluffing is super cool if you havenât tried it
That makes such a difference!!!
Diapers and Jammies are the way today!! (More of me)
That is the only way
Baby got freaky on my birthday.. đ€đ€âșïž
What would you do to me daddy?
Wiggle wiggle hump hump
Ich wurde jetzt erstmal fĂŒr den Weihnachtsmarkt frisch gemachtđđ€đ
Glaubt ihr jemand erkennt die dicke PeekAbu unter meiner Jeans?đđ
Can we get a diaper check? đđ€
Yes! These are the pink Trest diapers that were gifted to me by a lovely supporter! I'm so happy to get to try these out and share them with you all!
Hope you enjoy! đ
A fresh diaper to start the day. đ love you my baby boy
I need this đ„ș
He made me happy â€ïžđ
Only the most threatening accessories to stab salad dressing man.
Gibt es etwas schĂ¶neres als von einer gewickelten Frau gewickelt zu werden? Danke Muck80, dass du mich trocken gelegt hast.
Is there anything better, than getting diapered by a diapered woman? Thank You Muck80 for changing my diapers.
Full Video on:
Sometimes a baby gets changed in the back of the truckđ«ŁđŒ go see the video on JFF.
Daddy took me on a hike!
~ Allie (3/15/23 2:49pm)
This shouldn't have to be said, but it needs to be said...
I know I write a lot about public humiliation and some very non-consensual themes. But please understand that this is all just fictional. I do NOT condone people going out in public and forcing their fetish upon unconsenting individuals. What you do in your own home is up to you, but please don't ever go out wearing dresses and diapers and 'humiliating' yourself in front of people that don't want to see it. (If you live in the Southern U.S. this could outright get you killed with everything going on right now.)
It does nothing but give our fetish a bad name, and we're already frowned upon by so many people anyway. I am all for you expressing yourself, but it can't come at the expense of others that don't want to be involved.
A lot of the subs that I write are forced to wear diapers and do other acts that they don't consent to. Again, this is fiction. You should only do things in real life that both parties agree to. This is not negotiable. Don't put people in a position they don't want to be in.
Love you all. Stay safe.
Think I need a changeâŠ or a boosterđ«Ł
I laughed. Hard. I mean like, there's really no other way to respond to something so... I don't know. Bizzare? Pathetic? Hilarious?
"Jesus, Sammy. You were always such a fucking baby at work but this is just too perfect."
The other girl recovered from her shock and buried her red cheeks in her hands.
"Aww, why so shy, princess? Did you have a little accident while Mommy and Daddy were playing wrestle?" It was absolutely pathetic. I only made her stay in the guest room for a few hours so I could enjoy a good fucking from her BF without listening to her subby moans.
She didn't answer, too busy squirming and crinkling in a world of humiliation.
Not that I really needed an answer of course. It was pretty obvious the little masochist had pissed cucky pamps listening to a real woman with her man. It was just so damn fun to tease her. Weirdly, it was making me want to go back for round five...
I leaned forward and pulled her hands away from her blushing face. It was so easy to overpower her I almost felt bad. Almost.
"Aren't you glad I bought you those pretty pink pampies," I cooed. I bought them as a joke after she pissed herself over my knee a few days ago. Definitely worth the purchase.
She refused to look me in the eye, lips screwed up tight, trembling.
I grinned. I knew exactly what was going on in that little subby brain. "Do you like Mommy's boobies?" I asked sweetly. I saw her eyes flicker over my larger, fuller breasts, confirming my suspicion. "You do, huh?"
More pitiful mewling.
There was something deeply satisfying about making Sammy so embarrassed she couldn't speak. I laughed, letting her go. I pulled out my phone, snapping off messages to her.. my, boyfriend. I'm hungry. Lets go get something to eat, just the two of us.
What about Sam? he responded.
I looked down at her again. She was trying to be sneaky about it, but I could tell she was gently rocking back and forth on the mattress, lightly rubbing her cucky clit against the swollen front of the diaper. It was kind of adorable, like in a desperate, sad kind of way, trying to get off in front of her boyfriend's new lover.
Don't worry about her, babe. I replied, surreptitiously snapping a few pictures. Poor thing is taking a nap. It's actually pretty cute. We should probably get some more diapers while we're out though, I think she peed in her sleep.
The girl on the bed had her eyes closed now, cheeks flushed in that familiar way, softly moaning.
My phone buzzed. Lol. Sounds good. I'll go start the car.
I smiled and pocketed my phone. "Okay, Sammy. Mommy and Daddy are gonna go out for some grown-up time. That means little baby has to stay here and be a good girl, got it?"
Her mouth opened to finally protest but I cut it off by tossing a familiar, worn pillow into her lap. Her face went fire-truck red as she recognized it.
"Here, hon. You can play with your princess pillow while we're gone." I turned and walked to the door, hesitating in the frame. "Oh, and Sammy?"
She finally peeped up in a small, tremulous voice. "Yes, Mommy?"
I smiled softly, strangely warmed by the shameful obeisance. "Try not to leak too much, or next time I take Daddy out little Sammy is getting a sitter. Have fun, Soggypuss!"
I shut the door and stood there, waiting expectantly. Not 5 seconds had gone by before the mattress started creaking and excited, frantic crinkling noises drifted through the door. I chuckled quietly. She was definitely going to need that sitter.
Security Check (And Some Shopping!) Pt.04 - NSFW 18+
Disclaimer: All people depicted in the following story are consenting adults over the age of 18.
Author's note: The long awaited Security Check part 4. OH MY GOD THIS ENDED UP BEING SO MUCH LONGER THAN I INTENDED.
*exhausted sigh* Ok well, enjoy, ya lil perverts.
Here's the links to the previous installments if you haven't read them yet.
Alyssâs fingers danced down his sides. Casey shivered and moaned into his gag as she caressed the taut, quivering skin. Blindfolded, arms and legs spread eagled and securely tied to each bedpost, he couldnât do much else. His tiny penis trembled and bobbed with her ministrations, coaxing more and more glistening sweetness to the tip, a beacon to unrequited need.
She sat by his side, smiling down at her prey. âDonât cry, sweetie,â she murmured, softly tracing circles around his nipple. He whimpered as she leaned in close, hot breath kissing the nape of his neck. âIt just makes me want to do more terrible things to you.â
Like most mornings over the past week, the throbbing was what woke him. He squinted in the wan morning sunlight rudely intruding through his bedroom window. With a mumbled groan, Casey pulled the blankets over his head. He winced and gripped Freya tighter as his penis futilely struggled to harden. The heft of the stuffed dragon helped take his mind off the discomfort. Which was ironic considering the woman whoâd won him the toy was also the sole reason behind said discomfort. Alyss had kept him and his tiny cock firmly under lock and key since their date last weekend. Remembering that night raised the pressure in his chastity to carbon-crushing, diamond-producing levels. He moaned like heâd done in her arms, squirming against her while he suckled on her engorged, tender nipples. It was a memory of addictive torment, being utterly unable to move while she used her fingers to please her aching snatch to several toe-curling orgasms. Casey remained trapped in her arms all the while, providing additional stimulation with his suckling and, when her sensitive nipples became sore, filling the air with lustful whimpers and the sinfully gentle sound of crinkling.
Sheâd fallen into satisfied sleep soon after her last orgasm, leaving Casey to battle against his own raging libido before eventually falling into a troubled, breast-filled sleep of his own. He considered it the best night of his life.
Casey sighed with relief as he finally went flaccid and swung his legs over the bedside. Letting out a yawn, he adjusted his overnight diaper and picked up his phone. He smiled. Alyss had messaged him several times earlier that morning.
Mornin, noodle-pants! Did you sleep like a baby? LOL. Jk, you always do. =PÂ
Caseyâs smile widened.
Are you wet? Send pics! *water emoji*
No MommyâŠ He texted back. Caseyâs phone clicked as he took the pictures and sent proof. He set the phone down and looked at himself in the mirror. Weak chin, soft, ill-defined features. He looked like a picture of something that could be found in the dictionary next to âeffeminateâ.Â He sighed. He didnât even have a body to put lie to his boyish features, standing only 5 â3â and a measly 110 pounds. Jello had more definition than him.
His lamentations on his boyish physique were broken while he spat the last bit of rinse into the sink. His phone was buzzing. Casey smiled involuntarily.
âGood morning,â he said.
âGood morning!â Alyss responded. âLooks like my widdle super soaker managed to stay dry all night again. What a good boy! Maybe we can start training you to use the potty like a big boy,â she teased.
As usual, Casey was immediately flustered. His newfoundâŠ girlfriend? Lover? Mommy? Shrug had a potent combination of sharp wit and sadism that seemed to always have him reeling on his back foot. Not having the foggiest idea of what to respond with, he decided on tried and true, âUhhmmâŠâ
Alyss giggled cheerily and leaned into the opening. âUhhmm? Does that mean you donât want to be potty trained? Why not? Is it because you like using your diapers? Does baby like making wetsies?â
Casey stuttered and stammered. âUh, no, I mean, uh, I just said good morning and, uh-â
âCalm down, Crinkles,â she chuckled. âIâm just messing with you. I already know just how much you love being a little pee-pee boy.â
Casey blushed hotly.
âSpeaking of,â she continued. âLetâs face-time. Turn on your camera, kiddo.â
âWhat?â Casey replied, caught off guard. Why would she want him to turn on the camera?
âCome on,â she coaxed, âpretty please. For me?â
Casey swore he could see her pouting lips through the phone. âUm, ok I guess.â He tapped his phone. Alyssâs smiling face and part of her torso lit up the screen. She wasnât wearing any make-up. Her features were a little less pronounced, her red hair was a snakeâs nest of bed-head, and she was wearing what looked like an old oversized t-shirt. She was still the most attractive person heâd ever seen. Not fair, he thought, wishing he had even half of her looks.
âUh-oh.â Alyss said suddenly, tutting. Her lips flattened into severity.Â
âWhat? What is it?â Casey asked confusedly.
âDonât you know thatâs illegal?â
Casey was extra confused now, and more than a little worried. âDid.. did I do something?â
Alyss nodded gravely. âIâm afraid so. Youâre too cute. Probably usinâ up all the cute molecules in the world. There wonât be enough to go around for anyone else.â
Casey was so flustered he didnât know what to say. She did it again! âOhâŠ I see. IâllâŠ try.â He finally responded.
She giggled. âGood. âCause if youâre too cute Iâll have to squish you up. You donât want that now, do you?â
Casey couldnât look her in the eye, even through the screen. âI meanâŠ I guess? I dunnoâŠâ
âAww, did I make the widdle baby all blushâOh right!â She said suddenly. âI was having too much fun, nâ forgot why I wanted to see you.â
That was surprising. Heâd been certain sheâd only wanted the camera on so she could see him squirm.
Not waiting for a response, she continued on. âSpeaking of squishing and squishy things. You said you woke up dry, right?â
âYeah.â Casey nodded.
Alyssâs lips curved into an impish smirk. âGood. I want you to wet yourself for me.â
âW-what? Wait like, right, right now?â He stammered.
âYep,â she said cheerily. âAnd I want you to show me with your phone while you do it. Gotta make sure a certain itty bitty widdle guy doesnât get any ideas about trying to use the potty without supervision. What if you fell in and I wasnât there to fish you out?â
Casey laughed despite his embarrassment. âI donât know,â he replied shyly. âItâs kinda hard for me to just likeâŠ go on the spot like that.â Especially with the shame-fueled erection striving to bend the stainless-steel slits of his cage.
âAww, come on.â Alyss pouted and fluttered her eyelashes.
Caseyâs heart fluttered too.
âPlease? Pretty please?â she continued, weaving more and more sensuality into every word. âCan you be a good boy and make wetsies for Mommy, Casey?â
He swallowed loudly.
The view from her phone jumped wildly as she moved it. The camera blurred for a moment as it adjusted, clearing to reveal a thin pair of black lace panties and the plump pair of lightly tanned thighs framing them.
âLook, Casey,â Alyss purred off screen. She reached down and pulled her panties taut against her hairless crotch. A thin strip of slightly darker fabric showed where her sordid excitement had drooled through the thin material. âMommy wet herself tooâŠ Iâm embarrassed. Can you be a big boy and make potties to make me feel better?â Her hand disappeared and came back. A small, instantly recognizable brass key dangled delicately between her fingers and kissed the damp fabric between her legs.
Casey wished he was that key. He knew what she wanted. He wanted to do what she wanted. âYes, Mommy,â he gasped desperately.Â Caseyâs tiny cock throbbed pathetically as he tried to focus on pissing himself.
Alyss began to gently pet her soft mound. âDonât forget about the camera, hun. I want to watch you being good.â
Casey fumbled for the phone and after some shaking managed to get it pointed at his padded crotch. He was still having difficulty though. Urinating with an erection wasnât exactly anatomically viable, and Mommy Alyss wasnât doing anything to help him on that front. He whimpered and used his meek abdominals to put pressure on his bladder. Only a small trickle rewarded his efforts.
Alyss seemed to notice the stress in his voice. âWhatâs the matter, Casey?â
âI-Iâm trying,â he squeaked out. âBut itâs hard to go when IâmâŠ hard.â
âOh!â she giggled. âWell, keep trying, sport. Your little acorn just needs to figure out it should be making little messes, not big boy ones.â
Â Casey let the tease slip by, too concentrated on earning his reward. Another jolt of urine splashed into the seat of his diaper. Come onâŠ come onâŠ he thought. After a week of no release and relentless teasing he really, really wanted her to use that key. Finally, his eyes closed and he let out long, relieved sigh.Â
âGood boy!â Alyss exclaimed.
A dark wet spot appeared, and his diaper slowly expanded as more and more piss dribbled from his rapidly deflating boyhood.
âYouâre such a naughty, dirty baby, just peeing yourself like that,â Alyss purred.
âBut you told me to!â Casey whined back.Â
The tantalizing site of thinly veiled wetness disappeared as the camera moved back to her face.
âMmm, yeah but would a big boy just pee themselves whenever someone said so?â She grinned wickedly. âI think we both know the answer, squirt.â
He sighed, defeated. âNo, Mommy.â
âThatâs what I thought,â she smirked triumphantly. âNow go get cleaned up, squishy-bottom. I donât want you smelling like pee-pee when weâre out later. See you soon, Crinkles.â Before Casey could draw breath to respond Alyss gave him a loud air smooch and hung up.
He sat there, dumbstruck, exasperated, red in the face, and more than a bit aroused. It seemed like heâd been experiencing that particular cocktail of emotions every time heâd been in contact with the thunderbolt named Alyss. With nothing left to do and a smile subconsciously creeping across his face, he let the now sopping wet diaper thump to the floor and started the shower.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Casey fiddled with his hair for what felt like the thousandth time that morning and checked his phone. 9:14 AM, barely a minute since heâd last checked. He was standing outside his apartment building, waiting for Alyss to pull up. He would have driven himself, but sheâd insisted, stating âUh, little boys canât drive, powder-pants.â Casey had been looking forward to this day all week. 5 days of nervous crush-energy mixed with a not so small dose of sexual frustration from the tiny metal prison between his legs had wreaked havoc on his patience. But now the wait was over, and they were going out again, for an entire day this time!
After showering himself off and tidying up for their day out together, heâd eaten a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and orange juice to fuel his anxious waiting. Heâd agonized trying to choose an outfit for their day together, trying to keep his clothing relatively casual, but not likeâŠ too casual so as to appear slovenly or embarrass her with his appearance. Heâd finally decided on a dark sea-green cardigan with a light grey undershirt and black jeans. Underneath his moreâŠ mature clothing, the coup de grace of his outfit was a thick white diaper with dinosaur print and blue trim. The thickness wasnât ideal for discretion but after checking in the mirror a few hundred times he decided it was probably fine. He didnât want any leaking issues like last timeâŠ and it would probably make Alyss happy, or at least keep her amused.
His phone buzzed. He fumbled to answer it. âHello?â he said, cringing at the excited crack in his voice.
Alyssâs voice came through. âHey, sport, I think Iâm almost theâoh, I see you!â She hung up the next instant, leaving Casey startled and looking around expectantly. Sure enough, he saw the dark blue of her SUV pulling around a line of parked cars. Alyss stopped at the edge of the curb and immediately got out to tower over him. âOh my gosh you look so cute!â she gushed, giving him a quick hug and ruffling his hair. âLook at you, Mr. Fancy-pants. Such a big boy, putting on his own clothesâŠ butâŠâ before Casey could move, she was lifting his shirt and pulling back his pant waist. âGood,â she said satisfactorily, stepping back to let Casey cover back up. âHad to make sure you didnât get any ideas about being an actual big boy.â
Practically on fire with shameâŠ and a certain other sensation centered around his lower waist, Casey prayed to whatever voyeuristic deity was watching that no one had seen his brief exposure. He found himself subconsciously leaning into Alyssâs embrace, finding security in her arms.
âTh-thank you,â he mumbled back.
She laughed. âFor what? Telling you youâre cute? You donât have to thank me for that, silly. Itâs true.â
Casey felt his gut tingle and grinned uncontrollably. âUm, y-you look pretty too.â It was true. She was wearing a slim, plain red tank top under a stylish leather jacket that accented the loose, fiery curls of her hair and gave him an achingly wonderful view of the dip between her plentiful breasts. Navy blue jeans defined the wide curve of her ass, and a pair of high-heeled black boots accentuated her long legs. Casey especially appreciated the latter item. The boots gave Alyss a good 2 inches of extra height. With her normally at 5 â11â compared to his own meagre 5â3â, she loomed over him at the best of times. Now, she was a great goddess of towering proportions.
She looked down at him, having to look past her substantial bust to make eye contact. She giggled at the sight and patted his head. âWhy, thank you, sir.â
Casey was about to melt into the pavement when a pair of older women walked by with their dogs.Â
âAwww, how sweet,â they tittered as they passed.
Blushing brightly, Casey suddenly remembered they were standing in a public parking lot and reluctantly pulled away. âAhem,â he cleared his throat awkwardly, âWe should probably get going.â
âAh- well, ok then.â Alyss whirled around and quickly walked back to her car, hoping Casey hadnât seen the tinge of red in her face. âHop in the back, kiddo. No crinkles in the front seat.â
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â âOk, that should about do it.â Casey said, putting a bottle of powdered cumin in the basket.
Alyss stood at his side, perusing the rest of the stock. She glanced at him, mischief twinkling in her eyes. âAre you sure? Maybe you should get some for yourself too. You know, since you have Mommy here to reach the top shelf.â
Caseyâs eyes flitted around, hoping for the dozenth time that no one had heard one of the many gentle jabs sheâd made while they were here. Theyâd only been at the grocery store for half an hour and Casey felt like heâd never be able to show his face here again. âNo,â he responded, not making eye contact. âThatâs fine, I have plenty.âÂ Â
âMmmm, if you say so,â Alyss teased, relenting with an innocent shrug.
Casey started to push the cart towards the register when a firm grip on his ass made him jump in surprise.
âWait,â Alyss said flatly. She squeezed him a few more times, making the padding crinkle loudly. âI forgot something.â
Flustered and a little curious, Casey followed along as she set off. He stopped a short distance away when Alyss started talking with a store employee.
âExcuse me, maâam,â she said, smiling warmly.
The worker, an older woman probably in her early 40s, looked away from her work. âHow can I help you?âÂ
âWell,â Alyss started, looking troubled. âI started taking care of a baby recently.â
Caseyâs stomach dropped. No. She couldnât be.
âAnd heâs still in diapers,â Alyss continued, âbut I realized when he was over that I didnât have like, anything at my place that babies need and have like, no clue where to start.â
Huh? Didnât she say she babysat in high school?
The woman nodded understandingly and smiled back. âSay no more, hun. Follow me and Iâll give you a little run down of our baby aisle.â
âThank you so much. Youâre a life saver.â
The older woman gave a small chuckle. âDonât worry about it. I remember how crazy everything was when I had my kids.â
Casey followed far behind them, shellshocked and suddenly grateful that the cage limited stimulation so he didnât do something else to make the situation even more dire.
âHeâs not mine.â Alyss gently corrected her. âI donât see the lilâ guy very often, but I get the feeling thatâs going to change pretty soon here.â
Casey swallowed loudly.
âOh, I see. My mistake. How old is he?â The other woman asked.
Alyss looked back at Casey and flashed him a sly grin before looking back ahead. âBetween you and me,â she said, making no effort to keep the supposed secret, âheâs a little too old to still be in diapers.â She chuckled.
The woman shared the laugh and gave a helpless shrug. âOh dear. Maybe heâs just a late bloomer?â
âMmm,â Alyss thought out loud. âHeâs kind of a mommaâs boy. Maybe that has something to do with it.â
Casey was sure he was dying. He was meekly following along while his new girlfriend might as well have just outed him to a complete stranger, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to run into Mommy Alyssâs arms and beg her to unlock his aching boyhood. He was dying. That was it. And this insane, sordid heaven was slowly descending to take him.
âHere we are,â the worker woman said, stopping before a row of miscellaneous baby supplies. She selected a few off the shelf to show Alyss. âLotion and powder are definitely essentials for little ones. It helps keep their skin soft for one. Dry skin cracks and can cause an infection if youâre not careful.â
Alyss looked on with interest. âMm.. I see. Better get lots thenâŠâ She turned to put the items in the cart while Casey looked on, flabbergasted.
Â âAnother benefit is the smell.â The worker smiled sheepishly. âHelps keep some of that dirty diaper smell away. If he still uses them for that.â
Alyss laughed gaily. âI mean, he might. He hasnât doneâŠ uh, that when Iâm around.â She paused. âYet.â
Casey felt a trickle of pee escape.
The woman continued on, ignorant of Caseyâs excruciations. âSome other essentials are baby wipes, changing pad, diaper pailâŠâ She trailed off, thoughtful. âWhat size diaper does he wear? I can give you some quality brands.â
Oh, hello, God. Itâs me, Casey. Howâs your day going, oh and could you hurry up the whole pearly gates orientation before I do something that gets me blacklisted? Thanks.
Alyss made a show of inspecting the packages. âYou know, I donât really know. I think the ones he wears now are bulk ordered by mail or something? He goes through a lot. Kiddoâs a little fire hydrant to be honest.â
The woman chuckled. âI see. Well, Iâd say thatâs about it for diaper stuff. Some other things Iâd recommend are food and feeding supplies. Sippy cups or bottles depending on how developed he is, maybe some baby foodsâŠ Stuff like that. Toys are also good to have around if you expect to have him over often. I canât really recommend anything in that regard without knowing what he likes, but let me just say a busy boy is a good boy. âCause they donât have the energy to do anything else.â She tittered gave a âboys will be boysâ shrug.
Alyss laughed with her while Caseyâs soul fizzled out behind them. âThanks for all the advice, Miss. Iâll look into that. I hope you have a great day!â She turned back to Casey and pried the cart from his petrified fingers. âCome on, squirt,â she said, emphasizing it with a dull-sounding smack to his padded rear.
Never mindâŠ uh, cancel my reservation. Finally, mercifully they were leaving, and another scandalously curvy kind of paradise was calling his nameâŠ Or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.
Casey loudly cleared his throat. âUh, Alyss? DoâŠ uh, do you think we could swing back by my place? Just for a minute.â
Alyssâs inquisitive eyes met his in the rearview mirror. âSure, I guess? Did you forget something?â
Yes. He had forgotten something, and the spongy padding between his legs was making the absence more obvious by the minute. Powder, lotion, cream, wipes, even some shameful dozens of cans of baby food, and he was missing the most important thing. How could he have forgotten to pack extra diapers!? He was certain heâd prepared everything for today. Anxiety was not a good memory aid. True, his diaper was thicker than normal and could hold up for at least another hourâŠ but he hadnât realized how much heâd drunk nervously waiting for Alyss. On top of the shame trickle at the store, heâd wet himself another two times on the drive home and while taking in the groceries. AndâŠ damn it, heâd had another glass of water at her place. A new pang in his bladder made him shift and look away. âJust, uhh, a book Iâve been reading, heh. I bought it two weeks ago and like to read before bed. Itâs a fantasy book,â he added unnecessarily.
Alyss raised a delicate eyebrow. âHey, CrinklesâŠâ She twisted back to smirk at him. âHas anyone told you that you suck at lying?â
Casey swallowed. âYesâŠâ he said quietly.
She let out an undignified snort of amusement. âOf course they have. Good thing youâre pretty good at actually sucking.â She gave him a raunchy air smooch and winked.
He blushed hotly.
âWell, go on then,â she prompted. âTell Mommy the truth.â
âI.. I peed.â
âSo?â She snickered. âIsnât that kind of your thing?â
Full of dread at what he was about to unleash, Casey answered. âAndâŠ and I forgot to bring extraâŠ uh, changes.â
Alyssâs return smile relieved the discomfort in his bladder as the building stream released all at once. âI seeâŠâ she mused.
The silence stretched.
Finally, Alyss shrugged, put the car in reverse, and began backing out.
âSoo, was that a yes?â Casey asked hesitantly.
âOf course,â Alyss assured him.
Casey let out a relieved sigh.
âRight after we make a quick trip to this shop Iâve been wanting to check out.â
Caseyâs relief forced its back way in to nest in the pit of his gut. âH-how long will that be?â With the fearful flood heâd just released, a leak was looming just around the corner.
âOhh, I donât know,â Alyss mused as she pulled into traffic. âProbably an hour or two? Iâm sure youâll be fine, kiddo.â
He was sure he wouldnât be fine. âAlyss, pleaâ"
âHush,â she ordered, sparing him a brief but stern look. âNo more of that. Silly little boys who canât even remember to pack pampers other than the one theyâre wearing donât get to use adult names. You know what to call me.â
âMommyâŠâ Casey whispered hoarsely.
âGood boy.â She praised him. âNow no more using my name for the rest of the day and certainly no asking for changes. In fact, I donât want to hear a peep out of you until I say you have permission. If you understand, put your thumb in your mouth and keep it there while you sit in your potty and think about what a big baby you are.â
Casey was fearfully sucking his thumb before she finished, not wanting to dig a bigger hole than he already had. He wasnât sure how long he sat like that, sucking on his thumb in his nearly sopping diaper. It felt like at least half an hour had gone by, during which time his need to wet had started to tickle at his insides once again. I really shouldnât have had that waterâŠ He let out a resigned sigh and gave this thumb another sullen suck. It had started to get wrinkled and sore minutes after Aly- err, Mommy, had ordered him, but he was too terrified to stop. Plus, he was still banking on the hope that his good behavior today would earn little-er Casey his freedom.
âHere we go,â Alyss finally said.
Dipping down to hide most of his face (and the thumb stuck inside it), Casey leaned against the window and looked out to scrutinize their mystery destination. They were in a small parking lot, ringed by a semicircle of your run-of-the mill local businesses heâd never seen before. With some consternation, he realized heâd been so wrapped up in his anti-leaking war that he hadnât paid any attention to where they were going or more importantly, how theyâd gotten there. It looked like they were some ways away from the city, though in which direction he hadnât the slightest idea. At least there were way less people here. Less witnesses. He fell forward as Alyss opened the door.
âWhoa there,â she said. âLooks like someoneâs feeling brave. Are you sure you want to do that? Right here?â
Do what? Huh? Awareness returning after the fallâs shock, Casey looked up. There were two things that got his immediate interest. One was that his thumb, bizarrely, was still loosely lodged between his lips. Apparently, the prospect of landing flat on his face was less intimidating than disappointing his Mommy. The second, and far more critical development, was that his free hand had reflexively shot out to cushion his fallâŠ and landed squarely on one of Alyssâs substantial breasts.
She giggled loudly as she carefully reached around his small frame to unbuckle him. âYou should see your face right now, Crinkles. Whassa matter? Lilâ boy feeling frisky? Or maybe heâs just hungry, hm?â
Caseyâs hand shot back to his chest and his cheeks radiated heat. Still under gag-order, he shook his head.
âOh right.â She commented. âYou can take your thumb out now, kiddo.â
Casey hesitated, afraid she would take it back just to mess with him. She gestured reassuringly and he let his hand fall.
âRelax, bud. You can have your talking privileges back. As long as youâve learned your lesson,â she added playfully. Her voice took on a hint of iron. âYou still have to call me Mommy, though.â
Casey nodded vigorously. He could talk now. He knew that. ButâŠ but it was probably better to play it safe.
âCome on then,â she said, taking his small hand in her own.
Were her hands always so much bigger than mine? He felt so miniscule, being dragged along by her, thick soppy padding squishing wetly between his legs.
Alyss looked down at him. âThatâs quite the waddle there, lil guy. Want me to carry you again?â
Casey shook his head. âNo, Iâm ok. JustâŠ just please hurryâŠ Mommy.â
The store they entered was topped by a plain rectangular sign with an elegant blue script that read, Little Pleasures.
âSurprise!â Alyss chirped, bending her knees to get eye level with Casey and ruffling his hair. âYouâve been such a good boy all week, so Mommy decided baby Casey deserved a trip to the toy store!â
Casey looked at her. Then looked at the storeâs interior. Then looked back at her again, dumbfounded. It was a full-blown sex shop! Paintings and photos of models in various states of nudity were tastefully scattered throughout the store, accentuating feminine mannequins clothed in scandalous lingerie, latex, harnesses, collarsâŠ
âWell, go on then.â Alyss urged him, giving his ass a playful smack.
Casey just stared back at her, gaping.
Alyss laughed. âGod, youâre so fun to play with.â
âHey! Welcome to Little Pleasures, are you finding everything ok?â said a voice.
Casey and Alyss turned towards the sound. A girl about his age walked in from a side room and set down the stack of boxes sheâd been carrying. She took a moment to brush the hair from her face before walking over.
He flushed. Like AlyâMommy--, this girl was objectively gorgeous. She was shorter than Alyss, but still a good few inches above Caseyâs own meagre 5â3â. She had dark purple lipstick and her hair was a lustrous wavy black accented by blue highlights. He could see tasteful, intricate tattoo work here and there on her arms. A pair of skin-tight black shorts barely held in her curvy rear and overlaid fishnet stockings that ended in a pair of retro-looking sneakers. Casey edged closer to Alyss. He was already a guppy out of water in this temple of sin. Now there was a (really fucking hot) audience to watch him flounder.
Alyss stepped forward to greet her, completely at ease. âHiya! Actually, weâre feeling a little rattled. Could we take a look at your changing rooms?â
âSure,â the girl replied cheerfully. âWould you like to see them now, or do some shopping first?â
What? Casey blinked, confused both by his Mommyâs remark and the immediate answer.Â
âWhat time is it?â Alyss asked before he could pipe up.
âMmm,â the girl pulled out her phone, âjust a little past one.â
Alyss looked sideways at Casey. âWeâll do a bit of shopping first. This little guy has been bugging me all day to take him to the toy store. I should probably let him get something before he throws a tantrum.â
Casey looked down and away, too shy and embarrassed to refute the demeaning lie.
The girl giggled. âDoes he throw tantrums a lot?â
âNot really,â Alyss shook her head. âHeâs usually well-behaved but heâs been grounded from playtime for the past week so itâs a possibility.â
The girl laughed again. âI see.â
Casey felt himself wilt as her eyes focused on him. âWill you be needing any outfits today?â she asked, running her eyes up and down his body.Â
Alyss nodded. âJust for him,â she said.
Casey gasped as a hand at his back gave him a gentle shove. He stumbled between the two women and froze, a deer in the headlights. âWait, wait hang on a second,â he protested, feeling like the butt end of a joke he didnât understand. âI donât need any, uh, clothes or anything, really.â His eyes flicked back and forth between the two taller women. He felt his penis throb slightly even as he shrunk into himself under their scrutiny. What he really needed was a new diaper, not that heâd admit it in front of this gothic nymph.Â
The girl put on a secretive smile and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. âIâd take the change, dude. Thatâs an awfully big bulge for such a little boy.â
Casey gaped in shock. How the-why th- Fuck!? Was it that obvious? He looked over to Alyss, close to tears from the terrifying exposure. âMommy?â His plea ended in a high note of panic.
Alyss drew him back in began to gently pet his hair. âShh, its ok, Casey. Donât cry, honey. MissâŠâ She paused, glancing a question at the girl.
âBrianna,â she cut in brightly.
âRight. Iâm sure Miss Brianna here is very discrete. Isnât that right?â
Brianna giggled and mimed zipping her lips. âJust Bri is fine, and yep, thatâs right! Dildos and discreteness are what weâre known for.â
Casey didnât feel like laughing along with the chuckling women. Even if Alyss seemed to, he couldnât just trust someone heâd just met. Like, was she sarcastic or earnest in her assurances? Unnerving possibilities and scenarios flashed through his mind until he felt Alyssâs strong hand wrap his own and give a comforting squeeze. He buried his face in her shirt and breathed deeply. That was right. He had Mommy here. If she said everything was fine, then it was.
Brianna seemed to notice his distress and her eyes softened. She coughed apologetically. âWell, Iâll leave you to it. We just got like a shit load of inventory in, and this girl gets to organize all of it. If you need anything just holler.â She gave them a cheery wave and bounced off, humming softly.
âWhat a nice girl,â Alyss commented offhandedly.
Casey sniffled. âYeah, I gue- heyâ he yelped. Alyssâs hands had slipped around his waist while heâd been distracted and were now working to undo the top-button of his jeans.
âOh hush,â Alyss chided. âWe both know what happens when you get scared, and I want to make sure the Diaper Dam isnât going to break all over this floor.â
Casey stammered to reply. âBut, but what if someone sees?â He kept his voice low, irrationally worried Brianna might hear.
Alyss merely shrugged as she unclasped the button and shimmied the fabric down his legs. âWhoâs going to see? The cashier? Why are you worried about that, silly? She clearly already knows youâre just a little pee pants.â She began to poke and prod his diaper, inspecting the waistbands and giving experimental tugs and squeezes that sent thrills through his groin. âI donât think this thing can handle much more, bud. Think you can hold it for a little longer?â
It was true. Without the support of his jeans, the padding was once again prey to gravity and fell limp between his thighs. The formerly snow-white plastic was now the characteristic splotchy bright yellow of oversaturated stuffing.
âY-yes, Mommy,â he lied, hoping to just get this experience over with.Â
Alyss raised an eyebrow. âHmmmâŠ Weâll see about that. Iâll just hang onto these in the meantime.â In one smooth motion she lifted him with one arm while using a leg to pull his jeans the rest of the way off. Then she kicked them into the air to catch them in her free hand.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Casey struggled futilely and cried out in dismay.
âMaking sure Sir Leaksalot doesnât ruin another pair of pants,â she answered calmly.Â She neatly folded his jeans and tucked them into her purse.Â
Caseyâs hands flashed from place to place, struggling and utterly failing to hide his pathetic state. âBut-but what if more customers come?â His now bare legs trembled at the thought.
âWell, then Iâm sure theyâll take one look at you and this here,â she responded serenely, giving his soaked backside a firm pat, âand understand why you need them.â
Caseyâs mouth shut and he looked down, equal parts ashamed and viciously horny. This has been the most embarrassing day of my lifeâŠ I love her.
âLetâs go look around,â Alyss said. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her. The wet diaper crinkled dully as he waddled to keep up.
âM-Mommy, hold on,â he said.
She stopped and looked down at him. âWhatâs wrong?â
Casey hesitated to answer. The truth was that he already had a pretty substantial collection ofâŠ uhh, adult entertainment devices at home, though heâd never set foot in an actual kink shop before. The internet had spared him that part. âIâŠ uh,â he paused, not wanting to offend her or break the spell. âI already have some, err, uh, toys at home,â he admitted.
Amusement glimmered in her eyes. âOh, do you now? Thatâs good to know,â she purred. âBaby Casey can tell Mommy allll about his slutty boy toys later, but that isnât exactly what I had in mindâŠâ
âDid you find everything all right?â Brianna said as they approached the register.
Casey tried to suppress trepidation and placed the box on the counter. Just get it over with. Remember what youâre doing this for. Alyss was standing just behind him. He glanced back and she gave him a playful wink.
The box on the counter contained a realistic looking bright-blue dildo. The toy was 7 inches long and slightly curved. Casey swallowed hard and avoided eye contact. âUmm, no maâam,â he finally responded. Even with the tantalizing image of Alyss spreading her legs this was rough. He was still half-naked. Sneakers, short socks, and a very full diaper were his only clothing below the belt. The skin on his legs was tingling with goosebumps and his yellowed diaper hung limply between his slender thighs.
Brianna frowned slightly. âOh, Iâm sorry to hear that. Is there any way I can help?â
Casey shut his eyes tightly. Here we goâŠ. âI want to wear my toy so can pretend to be a big boy please help me!â The rapid-fire delivery left him slightly breathless, and he covered his fire-truck red face.
Â The reply wasnât what he expected.
âAww! Thatâs so sweet!â
What the hell? He opened his eyes to see the ebon-haired beauty smiling affectionately, one small hand to her chest.
Â âLots of guys arenât secure enough to admit their ownâŠ ehh shortcomings.â She tittered to herself. âI just think its super cool and sweet that youâre so considerate of your girlfriendâs needs. Ugh, I wish there were more guys like you out there. Like, thereâs so many jerks that just only think about themselves and then like a lot of the ânice guysâ arenât even really that nice an--â
Casey looked on dumbly as the girl continued to ramble on. He glanced back at Alyss. Their eyes met, and she gave a slight shrug. Clearly, he wasnât the only one surprised by this turn of events.
â-lus like even with girls thereâs a whole new set of crap to worry about, and li- oh!â Briannaâs self-awareness seemed to kick back in. âHaha, sorry about that, got distracted. Dating is suuuuch a headache. Anyway, where was I?â
Casey opened his mouth to speak. âI-â
âOh, right! Yeah of course Iâll help you find something. You just want like a strap-on harness or something, right? Easy peezy. Weâve got lots of those. Iâll just need to get your measur-.â She paused, thinking, then looked at Alyss. âWill he be wearing it over his diapers?â
âDefinitely,â Alyss answered smoothly. âAt least for the foreseeable future. Lil-guy is kinda âaccidentâ prone, if you get me, and I donât want him to have to worry about it.â She slapped Caseyâs rear with a dull thump. âPlus, I think itâd be really cute,â she laughed.
Brianna giggled along. âOh definitely. I bet heâll be down-right adorable.â The pretty girl gave Casey an eyelash flutter that made his stomach leap. âSpeaking of accidents,â she added, eyeing his overly swollen crotch. âWould you like me to show you to guys your changing room and just bring your âbig boyâ stuff later? Your little oneâs diaper looks like itâs about to pop, and from my experience with that brand you can only get like 3 or 4 good wettings before you need to change more than just the diaper.â
There it was again, the mysterious âchanging roomâ theyâd talked about before. It seemed like it was some kind of code with the way they talked about it. Possibilities zipped through Caseyâs brain.
Alyss seemed to consider for a moment, tapping a nail to her lips. She nodded. âThat sounds like a good idea.â
âGreat! Just one moment please.â Brianna skipped over to the front door and flipped the open sign to closed. âOkey-dokey,â she said, when she got back to them. She bent over slightly to address Casey. âWeâre gonna play a game of follow the leader now, little Casey. Iâm the leader. Can you be a good boy and follow me?â
âYes miss,â Caseyâs submissive brain answered automatically. Her tone was high pitched and syrupy sweet, like she was talking to a toddler. It made him suddenly glad his boyhood was behind bars. Without it, he was certain the two women would immediately notice the extra bump in the yellow padding. He caught Alyss smirking at him.
âGood boy.â Brianna beamed at him and set off.
Alyss took his hand and followed. Casey waddled along behind them, struggling to keep up with the two taller women.
They suddenly stopped and he was amazed to see a section of the wall just slide back to reveal a small rectangular space. It was an elevator! A very expensive elevator too, judging by the lack of noise and inertia, as Brianna hit one of the three buttons on a panel, and they began to descend. âWhat is this place?â he asked in wonderment.
âYouâll see,â was all they said.
The doors slid open, and it was then that Casey was certain heâd died back at the grocery store. It was heaven. Or, at least, a hyper-kinky version of it made for ABDLs. The hidden paradise was a pastel colored, bunny-soft reflection of the store above. An exact replica of the register counter upstairs stood in the center. Instead of tasteful nudes, the walls were painted with animals and colorful, blocky letters. There were still mannequins in the typical sort of lingerie and bondage gear, but they were now joined by others wearing frilly dresses, overalls, childish t-shirts and others of the like sized for adults. Pacifiers, alphabet blocks, teething rings, and other infantile paraphernalia sized for adults packed the shelves alongside dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and more. He saw shelves stacked with more adult diapers than heâd ever seen, neatly arranged in packs by size and color with individual pairs arranged in painted plastic bins beneath each bulk item. The smell was what got to him most. Every breath was baby powder, lotion, and tantalizing scent of fresh, clean diapers.
âHoly shit,â he murmured.Â
Brianna laughed. âI know, right? Lots of our âsurpriseâ clients have that reaction.â
Casey once again found himself deep in his Mommyâs substantial cleavage as she pulled him into a hug. âSurprise, baby.â She began to pet his hair.
A simple âHow?â was all Casey could whisper out.
Alyss actually blushed a little and let out a self-deprecating laugh. âI was really excited to see you again and did someâŠ mmm, private investigation into stuff you like. I got kind of carried away and wellâŠ one link led to anotherâŠâ She shrugged. âAnywho, itâs like a sex club / shop that caters to big babies like you. Took me the better part of a day to track down a contact and figure out how to get an appointment.â
âWe take our clientsâ privacy very seriously here. You wonât find us unless youâre really looking,â Brianna chimed in.
Casey was floored. This nirvana had existed here, practically right in his backyard, probably for years, and he hadnât known about it!?
Â âDo- do you like it?â Alyss asked hesitantly, suddenly shy.
He looked up to meet her deep green eyes. God, yes. Of course he liked it. He fucking loved it! He wanted to say it out loud. To shout out his appreciation and overwhelming excitement. But there werenât words sufficient to express what he was feeling right then. He decided to show her instead.
âMommy,â Casey whimpered out. He wrapped his thin arms around her and squeezed as hard as he could. The events of the day came to a head. Specifically, the glistening wet head of his diminutive cock. He started grinding against her leg like back at the county fair. âI love you, Mommy, I love -oo, thank you Mommy. Momy. Mmmy, mm, mmmmm.â His words quickly devolved into random, nonsensical babble as he gave his raging libido full control and buried his face between her tits.
Alyss just stood there for a moment, frozen and looking down at her writhing boy before smiling softly. âI love you too, Crinkles.â
Casey moaned in response. His diaper was so wet. She smelled so good. I want to cum. His cage felt so tight, but it felt good sliding the swollen head of his tiny penis against the pissy padding. Rubbing against her leg felt good. More, I want more. He wanted to cum so bad. Maybe if he kept going, he would. Cum. Cum. Cum. I want to cumâŠ
Alyss looked up and saw Brianna staring at them with glazed eyes, gently biting her lip. âAhem,â she coughed, startling the girl. âCould we see our room now?â
Briannaâs eyes focused and she blushed hotly. âOh, er, uh, haha. Sorry, right over here.â
Casey let out a pitiful mewl as Alyss scooped him up. Nononono, no, stop. I need it, please! He started to struggle but was held fast.
âSoon, sweetie, soon,â Alyss cooed.
He found himself swiftly carried into an adjoining room separated from the main shop by a plain white door with a large 1 stamped on it. There were all kinds of adult-sized nursery themed items inside. Alphabet blocks, ring-toys, one of those fake lawnmowers with the colored balls inside. There was even a small crib in one corner next to a plain wood rocking chair. But what drew the bulk of Caseyâs attention was the large, about Alyss-waist height changing table. There were fluffy white cuffs innocently dangling from the corners. Another glob of precum joined the soppy mess in his diaper.
âWell, here you are.â Brianna said. She handed Alyss a large golden key. âIâŠ uhh. I guess Iâll just leave you to it,â she said. She lingered in the doorframe for a few moments, looking like she wanted to say more, before hesitantly stepping out and shutting the door behind her.
Alyss set him down on the plush floor. âStrip,â she said simply.
âYes, Mommy,â Casey replied meekly. He did as she asked, removing everything except the diaper.
She graced him with another smile and an affirming nod. âGood boy. Now strip Mommy. Start with my jacket.â She turned around and held her arms to her sides.
Caseyâs eyes went wide. His penis gave another painful twinge, screaming in captivity. He slid the jacket over her smooth, muscled shoulders. I want to cumâŠ
âNow my shirt,â she commanded, lifting her arms above her head.
âYes, Mommy.â He tugged at the hem of her tank top. He got the fabric up above her shoulders before he realized he wasnât tall enough to finish the job. Maybe if IâŠ he tried jumping and pulling at the same time. The attempt was pitiful at best and made his heavy diaper pull dangerously at his hips. âUhm.. Mommy,â he peeped out.
âWhatâs wrong, kiddo?â
âCan you, uh, bend down a little, please.â He blushed so hard his cheeks tingled. Not being able to undress the woman of his dreams was somehow more embarrassing than having his piss-filled diaper exposed upstairs.
âDâaww,â Alyss cooed condescendingly. âAre you too teeny tiny to get Mommyâs shirt off? Poor baby. I was hoping youâd take my clothes off like a big, strong man, but I guess I expected too much from my little guy. Here you go, honey.â
Casey couldnât reply past the knot of shame in his throat and completed the task.
âGood boy,â she purred, and turned around.
The luscious round curves of her breasts stuck out proudly, barely held in check by a lacey black bra. Caseyâs mouth watered as he noticed the hard, engorged nipples taunting him through the whisper thin material. She backed towards the changing table, leaned on it, and stuck one long leg out. âBoots. Now.â
Â He was so excited he had to consciously work to keep his hands from trembling throughout the process. Stray whisps of hot pheromones kept drifting off Alyssâs exposed skin. His diaper kept squishing against the bits of his cock-head that werenât covered by the cage bars. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. I want to cum.
Alyss let out a low moan and stood up as he reverently removed her second boot. âI love what an obedient little boy you are. My pretty padded pet, here to do whatever I wantâŠâ Her fingers hovered over one breast, flexing and clenching as if resisting the urge to tug on the engorged areola. She took a deep breath to calm herself and stood back up. âOk. Iâm done,â she said flatly.
Casey blinked, not understanding. Done? What did that mean? Had he done something wrong? That was it. She was done putting up with him and his weird fetish and no-
She pounced on him, smothering, biting, growling, clawing.
âI canât take it anymore.â She was in his ear, voice husky and rumbling. Â âI thought the stripping thing would be hot but Iâm tired of waiting.â
Fingers around his neck. Hot breath rasping against his nerves. Pushing, pulling. Whimpering, growling, pawing, burning red lines raking over tender skin, spine arching. Teeth at his neck, on his nipples, hot wet tongue sliding down hairless skin. The back of his head bumped against the changing mat and she easily heaved him onto the table.
Pitiful, breathless mewls and primal growls. He pawed back at her, hands on supple skin, taut muscle, flaming hair between his fingers. A hand on his crotch, kneading, pulling. Tiny cock throbbing, crying, precum coating his hairless genitals.
She climbed on top of him. Sheâd taken her pants off at some point. Racy black panties just barely concealed the slit beneath, waistband riding high on her sculpted hips. The patch just over her mound was stained dark with her juices. Trails of it glistened on her thighs. His mouth watered uncontrollably, remembering the taste of her cunt-slicked fingers. Casey cried out and grabbed her hips. His present for being good was right there, ready to be unwrapped.
âYou dirty little fucking boy.â
Her hands worked at his wrists, then his ankles, restraining each of his limbs in the fluffy white cuffs. She was so much stronger than him. He let a cry of frustration, bucking his hips against her.
âStay still you little slut,â she growled savagely. She reached down to his side.
Something firm and soft pulled across his quivering stomach. âNoooo,â Casey groaned in despair. He thrashed in vain against his restraints as Alyss fastened the safety strap tight against him.
âYeeeeees,â she cooed back at him. She sat up, looking down at him, fond smile contrasting starkly with the wicked gleam in her eyes.
Â Tears started to pool in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to cum so bad. Why wouldnât she just let him cum. He needed it! His poor balls throbbed painfully. Another discomfort quickly surfaced as he thrashed in his bonds. The strap across his waist was fastened firmly against him, putting pressure on his struggling bladder. The cracks widened and the dam broke. He gasped.
âI know that look,â Alyss chuckled darkly. Her hand cupped his oversaturated diaper. âBaby Casey had another accident, didnât he?â
Casey whimpered helplessly. A hot torrent shot through the bars of his cage. He tried to clench his overtaxed sphincter muscles to no avail. It was too late now, the flood just kept coming and coming. The wave simply splashed against the oversaturated padding and spread out. A pool started spreading under the small of his back. He winced and tried to flinch away from the unpleasant wetness, only to be stopped by the damned strap across his stomach.Â
âI thought you said you could hold it like a big boy,â she taunted.
Casey groaned. âBut, but, I asked you to take me home and then you took me here and the strap-- glrgh!â His protests ended in gagging as Alyssâs fingers thrust between his lips.
âShhhhhh. No excuses. This wouldnât have even been a problem if baby brought extra didees like he was supposed to.â She started finger fucking his mouth. Disgusting slopping noises replaced his pitiful whines. âI guess thatâs why you need a Mommy, huh, kiddo? Is that it? Be a good boy and tell me.â
Her fingers slurped out of his mouth. Casey squirmed a bit, wincing every time a new part of his skin touched the puddle of piss beneath him. âI-I need you, Mommy.â
She slapped the crotch of his diaper. More pee leaked out with the blow. âTell me why.â
âBecause I forgot my diapers.â
âDo you need your diapers?â
Casey gulped. She was being so aggressive. He felt mortified but sticky gobs of precum were still dripping out. âY-yes, Mommy.â Â
âThen why did you forget them?â She slapped his crotch again. She was starting to pant, juices flowed freely down her long legs.
âB-because Iâm a dumb baby?â
She laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek. âThatâs right! Now say it again.â Her fingers squished his cheeks together and she forced him to look at her.
Casey blushed hotly and tried to avoid looking directly at her. âI need my diapers because Iâm a dumb babyâŠâ
She flicked his nipple with her other hand. âLouder,â she demanded fiercely.
He screwed his eyes shut. âI need my diaper because Iâm a dumb baby,â he shouted.
âThatâs right,â she purred.
Her tongue was in his mouth a moment later, the breathtaking reward for his pitiful subservience. She pulled back, leaving him gasping.
âJust a dumb, widdle baby who needs his Mommy.â Alyss undid the tapes on his diaper. The front flopped down with a limp splat. âA dumb baby boy who needs Mommy to carry him, and hold his hand, and feed him his milkies. And most importantlyâŠâ she idly reached down to fondle Caseyâs throbbing cocklette. âTo make sure little baby Casey and his even littler baby dicky have looooots and lots of thick didees to catch all his uh-ohâs. Right, baby?â
Breath sawed in and out of his lungs. His ears and face were tingling with the rush of blood from embarrassment and excitement. Â Alyss had a dainty fingertip on his penis head, idly rubbing around the copious amount of precum running from the tip. His cock was so sensitive it was almost painful. His back arched as far as the strap allowed and moaned.
âCome on, baby,â Alyss taunted. She roughly pinched his cheek, clearly enjoying the pained whimpering it caused. âBe honest and tell Mommy what you need and maybe youâll get a reward. Good boys get rewards, right?â She leaned forward over him, dangling the key to his chastity between her pillowy breasts.
Casey couldnât think. His brain was boiling bubblegum and clouds. âI need to cum. Please, please, please. I need to cum so bad. OhhhhhhhâŠâ
She was bent over him running her tongue over his nipple. She gripped the tender bud between her teeth and bit softly. âMmmâŠ nope. Try again, dummy.â
Â Casey was so close to just breaking down and sobbing. It wasnât fair. He wanted to cum so bad, but he couldnât do a thing to alleviate the pressure. His arms were tied, and he couldnât stroke. His waist was strapped down and he couldnât hump. And even if he was free the cage would make it so he wouldnât be able to achieve anything more than the most frustrating of ruined orgasms before his pent-up frustration boiled back over. Shivers rolled down his spine as Alyss leaned in and let out a rumbling purr right in his ear.
âCome on, Casey.â She smelled like summer flowers. âYou know the words, honey. Somewhere in that teeny tiny brain.â She gave him a radiant smile and raked her fingernails up his thigh. FUuuuuckk! What did she want?! His body was trembling uncontrollably as she continued to gently torment him. It was so hard to think. This was impossible! He couldnât do anything! It hit him.
He inhaled sharply and cried out. âI need Mommy!â
All the stimulation stopped at once. Alyss stared down at him with rapacious eyes. âKeep going,â she said, placing a hand on his thigh.
âI need you, Mommy,â Casey repeated. âIâm just a dumb, stupid baby and I canât do anything on my own and I need Mommy to make sure I wear my diapers and dress me and feed me and give me hugs and kisses an- andâŠâ he trailed off breathing heavily, not knowing where to go next. Heâd thrown out everything he could think of in that moment, hoping something would stick.
Alyss planted a fat, wet, kiss on his forehead. Mwha! âThatâs right, sweetie. Good boy. Such a smart, baby.â She lowered her lips to his ear. âDo you want to cum, Casey?â
âYes,â Casey mewled. Â
âCan you cum by yourself?â She stroked his cheek.
âNo,â he sobbed.
She reached down to his hairless crotch and massaged his swollen balls. âDo you want Mommyâs help?â
He locked eyes with her. âYES!â
Alyss let out a giggle that made his gut churn with fear and sent another load of sticky need out his dicklette. âMmmm,â she moaned softly. âDo you need Mommyâs help?â
Casey closed his eyes and let out a moan of his own. Her voice was melted sugar and sex. Her lips were so soft against his ear. âYes, Mommy, pleaseâŠâ he whispered hoarsely.
The key slipped in, and his penis sprang free. Tears of relief dripped down Caseyâs face as all 4 inches of his boyhood bobbed in the air. âThank you. Thankyou Mommy, thannkyuyknouthnk--â His appreciation devolved into unintelligible babbling, so overwhelmed with emotion.
Alyss smiled down indulgently. âYouâre welcome, Crinkles. Iâm happy you realized what a helpless mess youâd be without Mommy around. Now,â she reached down and came back with a thick diaper, baby wipes, and a bottle of baby lotion. âLetâs get Mr. Sog Monster nice and clean so he can make a big sticky messy for Momma.â
Alyss opened the new diaper. It had infantile cartoon animals and the word âBabyâ written across the front in soft pastel letters. âFirst things first.â Humming softly, she inverted the diaper and began to use it to wipe up the small pool of pee under Casey.
âM-Mommy,â Casey asked, confused.
She didnât answer until she had finished. She set the diaper to the side and reached beneath him to pull away its defeated predecessor. âJust getting your new didee a little damp before changies, honeybunch. Mommy knows how much you just loooove to be a naughty, squishy baby.â She balled up the wet clump and tossed it into the nearby diaper pail.
Casey frowned. âBut, but thatâs, I mean- I donâ w-oohhhh!â
Alyss gripped his tiny dick between two fingers and began to lightly stroke. âWhat was that, snuggykins? You want more attention? You already have me all to yourself,â she giggled. âSuch a needy boy. Here, I know what will help.â She hooked her panties in one finger and tossed them away before climbing onto the changing table.
Casey stared, heart pounding as she positioned her crotch directly over his head, juicy thighs sandwiching his face. Her shaved cunt was swollen and slick with arousal. He wondered what it would be like to be inside her. To feel his tiny tool buried deep in her pussy. She began to lower herself, closer and closerâŠ âMMpphh!â Caseyâs cry of surprise came out muffled as he suddenly found his face buried deep in his Mommyâs perfect ass.
Alyss chuckled and reached back with both hands to spread her thick cheeks, giving the squirming boy beneath her greater access to her puckered rosebud. âThere you go, sugarplum. Now be a good little bitch and enjoy your Mommy time while she finishes your changies.â She reached for the wipes and resumed cleaning him.
Caseyâs brain was melting. His nose was buried deep in her crack. Every desperate breath was a heady combination of musk, hot, salty pheromones, and the tantalizing, flowery aroma of Alyssâs supple skin. His chin was wet with her overwhelming arousal. Tentatively at first, his tongue poked out, brushing against the tight ring pressed against his lips. It trembled and pulsated lightly at his touch.
âMmmm, good boy,â Alyss moaned atop him.
He licked out again, receiving another pleased sigh from his Mommy. More confident now, he buried his tongue deep in her ass, fully exercising the one freedom of movement left to him.
Alyss tossed her hair and leaned back. The round globes of her breasts stuck out gloriously. âMmm thatâs right you fucking slut. Eat Mommyâs ass.â She reached down to rub her clit, starting to gently rock against his face. She ran a finger over Caseyâs little penis, lightly sliding up and down the length in a thin layer of slippery pre-cum.
âMmmpmmph,â he whimpered. Â
She was breathing harder now, rubbing faster. âAww, lookit the widdle stiffy. Seems like someone really likes his Mommy time.â She ground harder, smearing her juices across Caseyâs delicate features. âPoor baby probably wants to put it inside Mommy, huh?â
âYph Mmmy!â came the plaintive cry.
She let out a breathy chuckle. She was so aroused her abdominals were starting to tighten and she felt her wrinkled anus tremble around Caseyâs tongue. âAww. Thatâs so cute, thinking you can do big boy things with this little guy.â She wrapped her lubricated palm around the head and gave a quick twist, grinning savagely as Casey thrashed and mewled beneath her. The vibrations produced by his pathetic moaning felt incredible. âSilly baby would just end up embarrassing himself.â She shook her head. âNo, no, no,â she tutted. âDirty diapies and Mommy time are much more appropriate for small boys like you.â
Casey found himself nodding and mumbling in agreement as he ate her out. She was right. He was too small. He loved his diapers. He loved Mommy.
Alyss was panting now, so close to the edge. âFuuuck, why are you so fucking cute you little bitch.â
He didnât answer, focusing on his task. He loved hearing her satisfied moans. He loved the way she tasted on his tongue. The musky scent of her ass. He loved feeling so helpless and small beneath her, using him for her own satisfaction. He closed his eyes and smiled as he worked, wholly content with this paradise. Her pleasure was his. She was his world. He felt it when her orgasm started, sculpted thighs clenching tight on the sides of his head, plump cheeks shivering as the ring between spasmed on his tongue. He felt her swollen cunt shiver and pulsate on his weak chin, drawing fresh nectar with each contraction to drip down his abused face. He went lightheaded as she momentarily cut off his air-supply, hearing her let out a juddering, choking sob of utter rapture. Then her muscles went slack, strings cut, and she slumped down, gasping.
âFuck.. fuckfuckfuckfukâŠâ she whispered, shoulders tossed back and staring blankly at the ceiling.
Casey let out a desperate sob. The momentary pause in depravity was enough for his brain to turn its attention back to his own body. His penis was so stiff he thought it might break, sack so angry and swollen it would certainly pop.
Alyss turned sluggishly, looking at him with glazed eyes.
âMmmmyyy,â he wailed incoherently, voice still muffled by the ass over his mouth.
She blinked languidly, still staring. Her eyes cleared. âOh my goodness,â she exclaimed, clumsily swinging herself back onto the floor. She swayed unsteadily and caught herself on the table edge. âIâm so sorry, Casey.â She leaned down to kiss his forehead and lightly stroked his cheek. She smiled as he leaned into her fingers, seeking comfort. His face was a wreck, hair in disarray, eyes red and puffy with tears, skin shiny and wet with her excitement. Alyss felt the shudder of a light orgasm run up her spine at the sight. She glanced at his weeping cocklette. Her eyes softened. âMommy got a little carried away, sweetie. Iâm sorry. Here, letâs get that taken care of.â
He saw her reach for the diaper sheâd used to wipe up the leaked piss. âNooo,â he whined. She was going to lock him back up. Heâd never get to cum.
âShhh,â she murmured softly, fluffing out the crinkly padding and sliding it under him. âTrust me, baby. Trust Mommy.â
He winced in discomfort as the damp, and now cool, padding touched him. âUrgg, itâs cold, Mommy.â
She smiled and slid a booster underneath him. âI know, baby. I know, Mommy will take care of it.â She grabbed a bottle of lotion and liberally coated his groin. The heady musk of sex and sweat was replaced with the gentle, innocent scent of flowers. When she had the diaper adequately positioned for a snug, secure fit, she climbed back onto the table and spread her legs, this time facing Casey.
Casey was about to ask what she was doing when the first splash hit him. âMommy!?!â His voice cracked with shock. She was actually pissing on him! Hot, golden liquid fountained out between Alyssâs legs, striking his groin, running down his tiny dick and inner thighs onto the diaper beneath him. The padding quickly swelled up, going from fluffy and crinkly to fat and squishy in seconds.
Alyss let out a pleased sigh as the last drops pattered out. She reached for a baby wipe to clean up the splatter and stepped back down.Â She pulled the diaper tight against his crotch. âThere. Now my baby is ready for his cum-cums,â she crooned, securing the tapes and giving his crotch a seductive squeeze.
Oh shitâŠ Caseyâs stiffy throbbed madly inside the diaper. The warm, bulky padding full of his Mommyâs piss wrapped his tiny cock in a sordid cocoon. It was so lewd, so depraved, so wonderful. Alyss undid the straps binding him down, saving the ones around his wrists for last. The microsecond his hands were free he tried to rub himself to a thunderous climax. Unfortunately, sheâd apparently expected that and he was immediately thwarted as she hooked her hands in his armpits and hoisted him into the air. Heâd been kept on the edge for so long. It wasnât fair! He let out another sob of protest and buried his face in her shoulder.
âShh, I know, I know,â she soothed. She strode over to the rocking chair and sat down. She leaned back, resting Caseyâs head against one pillowy breast and positioned him to straddle one of her long legs. âYouâre such a good boy, Casey. I know it was hard for you, wearing that cage all week. Iâm honestly surprised you didnât use your safe word at all. I canât even imagine how achy your baby bits areâŠâ She grabbed his rear and pulled.
Casey let out a decidedly unmanly squeal as the motion pushed the head of his cock against the soaked padding. He let out a breathy moan as she let him go, gravity pulling him back down. She cupped his chin, eyes the green of a verdant lake glimmered affectionately. Â
âDoes baby Casey want to play horsey with Mommy?â She leaned in for an eskimo kiss, smiling as her nose came back slightly wet from her earlierâŠ exercise.
He didnât bother responding with words. He just buried his face between her breasts and started gyrating. Casey was ecstatic. All the teasing words, pictures, video calls, touches, exposures over the past week were over and he could finally find release. In his Mommyâs arms. In a thick diaper full of her piss. Humping her leg. Thinking about it made the humiliation more intense and exciting. He hugged Alyss tightly as he thrust and plunged all 4 of his inches into the sodden stuffing. He was already close, familiar tickle tingling away at the base of his nuggets.
Alyss cradled his head. âIâll take that as a yes,â she laughed. Her laugh cut off, and she paused.
Casey heard her say something else after the laugh, but he didnât understand or care. His desperation had taken him past the point of spoken language. He gave a high-pitched grunt in response and continued his âgameâ. At least, until he heard Brianna stammering behind him. His eyes widened, and he whipped around. She was staring at him, face flushed, carrying the box from earlier and an assortment of attached girdles. He froze, gaping.
The raven beauty recovered first. âOh my gosh,â she cried out, looking away. âIâm so sorry! I thought you said I could come in, but I misheard, Iâm so sorry- Iâll go now!â
She started to turn away, but Alyssâs voice stopped her cold. âWait.â
Brianna looked back, hopelessly confused. âExcuse me?â
EXCUSE ME?! Casey mentally screamed.
âDonât go. You heard right. I said you could come in,â Alyss said calmly, still rocking Caseyâs petrified body. She finally took notice of his inactivity. âWhyâd you stop, kiddo? Werenât you having fun playing horsey?â Â
Casey just gaped at her.
She had that familiar hellish glint in her eyes. âO?â She mimed the pose. âO, I see! Baby wants something to suck on.â She turned to Brianna. âCould you come over and help me with my bra for a moment? My hands are a little busy here,â Alyss chuckled, patting Caseyâs bottom.
âUhm, sure I guess.â Brianna crossed the room.
If his brain had been working properly, Casey might have noticed the way she was biting her lip, the extra bit of red in her cheeks, or the nervously whitened knuckles.
âThanks, hun,â Alyss said, letting her bra drop to the side. She pulled Caseyâs mouth to one engorged nipple, chuckling as he feebly struggled in her arms. âIsnât he cute,â She asked the staring Brianna. âShow him just a little boobie and the poor thing gets all squirmy.â She felt Casey open his mouth to say something but just shoved her teat deeper into his mouth, effectively gagging him. âOhh. Mommy knows. Baby Casey likes boobies, huh? Well, you can suck as much as you want, lil guy. Now you can go ahead and keep playing.â
Casey swallowed around the spongy teat in his mouth. There was no mistaking the undercurrent of menace in her sweet tone. Closing his eyes, and breathing in the fragrant, milky scent of Alyssâs breasts he began to hesitantly rock his hips.
âOh, honey, thatâs not how you were doing it before. Do you need Mommy to help?â
Casey squealed pathetically around her breast as she started bouncing him on her leg. Up-down-up-down. It was far faster than heâd been gyrating before. The nerves in his cock flared as they were relentlessly stimulated. Fat gobs of sticky pre-cum coated his diaper as she brought him back to the edge in seconds.
Alyss grinned evilly, watching him struggle to control himself. âOooo I know, baby boy. Horsey is fun, huh? Especially for wet little pervs like baby Casey.â She looked at Brianna. âYou should have seen him just before you came in, thrusting away at my leg and moaning. I think he was pretending to have S â E â X, with me,â she said, taking a painful amount of time to emphasize each letter.
Casey sucked hard on her nipple. And focused on the growing fire at the base of his dicklette. He wasnât even doing it himself anymore. His legs were limp, simply hanging as Alyss bounced him, forcing his tiny dick into her piss over and over again. All he could do was wrap his arms around her and pray she didnât stop.
Alyss paused, putting a finger to her chin in feigned thought. âYou know. I did pee in the lil tykeâs diaper right before putting it on him, and itâs probably pretty soft and slippery in thereâŠ So, I guess if itâs a womanâs wetness then it kind of counts as a pussy, right?â
He catapulted over the edge. He let out a series of breathless mewls as every muscle in his tiny frame clenched at once. A weekâs work of sticky boy juice shot out of his tiny dick. The mess slathered the inside of his diaper, substantially more viscous than the comparably watery pre-cum.
Alyss smiled as he debased himself. âUh, oh! I guess that was a little too stimulating for baby Casey.â She cast an apologetic look at Brianna. The other girl was still staring raptly, one hand at her breast, rolling her nipple, and the other between her legs, alternately pressing and pulling. Alyss didnât know if the other girl thought she was being sneaky, or just didnât care. She mentally shrugged and went back to her toy. âI think little Casey just had an accident. I swear, he does this all the time. Â Poor thing just canât control himself. Thatâs why he still wears diapers at his age, Iâm sure. Well, diapers and the teeny tiny peenie cage he was wearing when we met. Remember that, bud?â
Casey didnât hear a thing. Alyss hadnât stopped bouncing him, and, unfortunately for him, he hadnât stopped cumming. His mouth was open wide in a silent scream for mercy around her teat, urethra clenching over and over, as she remorselessly drew out his orgasm, milking out every pitiful drop leaking out until, finally, she stopped. He would have fallen onto the floor if she hadnât been supporting him still. His ears were ringing. His limbs were justâŠ gone, mush, jelly, nothing. His vision was getting hazy. He blinked and found himself on his back, looking up into a red waterfall as his Mommy leaned over the bars of his crib. When did he get a crib? He sighed. It didnât matter. He was tired, drained, exhausted beyond imagining. He was so, so, t-
Alyss reached down to drape the blankie over Caseyâs delicate shoulders. She gave his cheek a final stroke and turned around, still gloriously nude, smirking. âNow,â she drawled. âLetâs talk about what comes nextâŠâ
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