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Me three

I can't resist doting over cute, helpless baby girls.

All I wanna do is give kisses, snuggles and diaper pats and to put her down for a nap in the crib.

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Guide for Black Doms to make white sissy bois

Found this Guide on another unrelated site;  it describes how to make white bois into sissies for use by Superior Black Masters, and would willingly submit to have this done to me!

This is a guide for Superior Black Men that want to usurp their rights over crossdressing white boys. I will tell you the weaknesses and inner desires of white boys, so that you may more easily enslave and own them. If you want an obedient and addicted white boy, read on.

1) Getting a real meeting with a boy is the most crucial part of beginning the white boy emasculation.

The rest comes easy and naturally for the sissy boy. Most fantasize about being forced into it. They like the risks and are completely aware that it is a slippery slope. Blackmail and Domination is part of what they want. On some level, they want and feel they deserve to lose their identity as a man and to serve Superior Men. More than anything in the world. Any kind of resistance is just part of what the fantasy; white sissy boys have a desire to be freed from their choice. Younger and not married are more desirable.

Degrade and humiliate him in your emails. Ask him how small his little pee pee is. Tell him how you will slap his face with Your Superior Cock. You will put him on a leash. Sissy ’s like to hear confirmation they are not real men. Call them a girl. Tell him he has a girly ass. Or if he is skinny, call him petite and effeminate. Ask him if he likes looking at a picture of Your Cock. Give him a female name as a reminder. On the reverse, make him call you Daddy (this is the absolute most humiliating name you can use, but Sir or Master work well too). If he doesn’t, tell him you will punish him. Try and get a phone number or address before he can back out. Always push to meet sooner.

2) Establishing follow up sessions. This is where most sissy boys get away. My greatest advice here is to ask the sissy if you can record and take pictures of him for your personal collection. In the moment, they will tend to say yes and do it. A simple picture of him on his knees sucking your cock could well be the key to his entire enslavement. You only need suggestively say you like the picture and want to send it to his friends if he is reluctant to meet. Record him every time after.

Chastity is another way. This is better longterm and for training. Just like other males, white sissys have that moment of wake-up and sometimes regret when they finally cum. They will do anything before that moment, but can feel like they went to far once cum. Not allowing them to cum will keep them submissive, turned on, and obedient. You can do whatever you want for however long you want. They on some level, even like the denial. They feel trapped and needy to be nice to you.

If they are resistant to this initially, you can keep pushing it, and just put it on them if you can convince them to be tied up. Forgiveness over permission. Use a device that cannot be removed without a key.

During the first meeting, make them cum, be verbal, make them tell you what a bitch they are. Make them promise they will be your sextoym. Make them give you their word they will suck you next week.

3) Training will transform the white sissy into a total, obedient slut. You should not let them cum more than once a week. Suggest tying them up when you let them cum and you take off the device, so they have no say if it comes back on. Prolonging how long they cum will make it more intense and they will have much less chance of regret. You can anally train them to cum without stimulation from their little white penis and eventually to cum without being hard. Google sissy gasm. Teasing around their butt with your fingers will help. The goal is to have them only cum from anal stimulation. If you have to, make them wait another week if they can’t do it without touching their tiny pee pee. Stroke them from behind like a bitch so their cock is pulled behind their legs. If they’re really are unable to cum after two weeks. Also suggest stroking like this the first time you meet them until they cum.

4) After some time, you may introduce more changes to the white sissy. Changes that cross the “point of no return” will keep a white boy as a sissy longer than anything else. They may resist to these ideas, but you can keep pushing it on them, and on some level they want it more than anything in the world. Ultimately, it is their choice.

Shaving smooth will make a huge difference in how girly the sissy looks. If you are keeping the sissy shaved,, You could eventually encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal.

Another suggestion would be a tramp stamp or other tattoos. Perhaps “sissy slut”, “Emily”, “BBC Owned”. You could have her do a trial with a Henna tattoo or just go all the way. Permanent makeup is another humiliating way to feminize the white sissy.

The final step is the one white sissy boys think about the most. They feel it is their destiny and that is a final step to submitting and giving up their ego for humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgen and estrogen. Estrogen will have the most effects, such as face breasts, and submissive tendency. Anti androgen will make them more petite, less muscle, and make their tiny pee pees even smaller. You can find more online about it. Whatever you want of them, tell them they need to look pretty and pleasurable for Men. And that they are better off this way. Affirm it is who they are on the inside.

5) Enslaving the sissy is the goal. Establish Dominance and always push the little white boys to say they are inferior. Treat them like a sextoy. Text them you want blowjobs on random days. White sissies should be your on-call fuck toy. Punish them when they are bad. Use chastity to control their rewards. You can do whatever you like, turn them into a live-in maid if you like or a discreet obedient sex slave.

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Diaper butt forever🤍

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Little Elle moaned as she tried to squeeze into her ‘big girl’ skirt.

“If you want to be a big girl and we’re a skirt then here is your favourite denim one”

I was excited, daddy hadn’t let me wear any of my ‘big girl’ clothes since he forced me back into diapers and has been treating me like a baby, making me wear onesies and shortalls usually.

“Mph…Uhh” I struggled to get it over the diaper

“What’s wrong sweetie, is your diaper too big” daddy said in amusement

“Hehe” I squealed when I got it over my diapered bottom and buttoned up. Though I turned around in horror as my diaper was bulging out the bottom.

“You can keep trying to pull it down princess but there’ll be no hiding the baby you truly are once you wet your diapers. Now stop tugging and go put your shoes on. It’s a lovely day to go to the park”

“Daddy I..I don’t want to wear my old clothes anymore” I said after realising there’s no way of hiding my diapered behind

“Well it’s too late for that little girl, everyone in the park will see your soggy little bottom because you argued about wanting to wear your old clothes. Stop complaining or I’ll take that skirt off and you can walk out in that diaper alone”

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Diaper girl getting special treatment at the hospital! Stills from a older video.

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– When you decide to have your kid wear diapers again, don’t leave it half-finished. Stock up with diapers for at least a year, so you don’t suddenly run out of them. Get a proper changing table, unless you’re looking forward to dealing with ’number two’ in a standing diaper change. Finally, buy your little cutiepie a really nice pacifier. Yes, it will make her look even more adorable, but, more important: it will allow you to get her bottom clean undisturbed by tiresome protests. And after all, a mother always knows what’s best for her defiant little teen.

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@ninapantie letting the diaper hang out.

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@my_beabee having fun in the sun!

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Gorgeous pic from @daddys-pup

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Your new wardrobe part3 
Which princess is your favorite? which princess would you love to wear?

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Reblog if you also love cute adult diapers=)

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i love diapers and want to be diapered forever

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Don’t You Cheat

Here is a story someone requested. Yeah, I said I had deadlines to worry about, but I got bored and thought this would be fun. It turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but that’s a good thing!

Once again, please provide feedback and reblog if you want to see more. I wrote this because of someone’s suggestion.

P.S. Recently, I’ve been using pictures from a MEGA dump I found last week. Some of the pictures I’ve been using don’t have watermarks, like several here. I don’t know what is and isn’t fair use, so if I used your photo and you want it removed, ask nicely. I own none of the photos I used.

P.S.S. Check my grammar and spelling.

Alice was my world, my everything. We had been together for two years and it seemed like nothing in the world could tear us apart. But the comfort of our relationship blinded me to the harsh reality that she was a cheater.

I always trusted her to do the right thing, so it was a shock to me when I found a used condom in our garbage pail considering Alice and I hadn’t had sex in more than a week. I’m not dumb, so I investigated it a bit further and found hundreds of sexually charged messages going back months between her and dozens of guys. I questioned her, leaving the messages out of my interrogation, and she denied everything right to my face.

So I decided that she needed some help remembering how to behave. She wasn’t always like this, the first year and a half of our relationship were grand. This was an issue that I was sure hypnosis could easily fix.

I set to work that night, downloading and studying every file that I could get my hands on, trying to craft the perfect recipe to teach Alice the lesson that she so clearly needed.  I played the new file that I built for her night after night, knowing that she was still cheating on me, but buying my time.

Two weeks after I started the hypnosis, I trigged it.

She woke up mortified. I saw her quicky check herself and in a panicked state move to get out of the bed and clean herself up before I saw. Unfortunately for her, I was already awake. It was the day I was finally going to start my revenge, I was barely able to sleep at all the night before.

She let out some excuses about this never happening before (which it definitely had not) and how she must have drunk too much last night (which she definitely did not). I was thought about being kind and compassionate, but instead, I went right for the jugular.

“Listen and listen good, I have something important to say. I know you were and still are cheating on me, denials be damned. I’ve decided that you need to be retrained into someone with respect, no matter how long that takes.”

“I’ve implanted you with several hypnotic triggers that I can and absolutely will use whenever I think you need them. Additionally, I’ve implanted you with several contingencies in case you decide to leave me or go to the authorities. Waking up wet was the first one, but if you’re good to me from here on out I will remove the bed wetting within the month.”

Alive stared at me like I had three heads before slapping me, calling me a sick fuck, and storming off. When I got home from work that night, her stuff was out of our apartment and she had blocked my number.

Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t lying about the contingency triggers I placed in her mind. Within two days I woke up to dozens of calls and texts calling me every swear word in the book. She begged me to meet in person to undo what I’ve done to her, so I played along and agreed to meet her in person.

We wound up sitting together in the back of my car and it was immediately clear why she didn’t want to meet in public. She had her thumb firmly stuck in her mouth and the waistband of her pull-up was peeking out from the top of her shorts. She looked mortified, blushing bright red and tearing up a bit, but I knew I had to be strong to teach her the lesson she had to be taught.

A simple “reveal“ got her to take off her shorts, letting me inspect how wet her pull-up was. It was thoroughly used.

She started trying to question me about what else I did to her and how she could undo it, throwing in half-assed apologies whenever she could, but I quickly got bored and silenced her with a “quiet“.

“I told you what would happen if you left me. The thumbsucking and daytime wetting aren’t permanent yet, but if you continue fighting me they just might become so like your bedwetting. Are you ready to come home yet?“

I saw Alice sigh as she thought deeply about her situation. Finally, she nodded her head (still unable to verbally communicate with my trigger in her head and her thumb in her mouth) and I got to take her home.

She tiptoed around me for days afterward. I removed the daytime wetting but kept the thumbsucking and bedwetting, telling her that they were there for her own protection. She needed to constantly be aware that she had a problem that she had to work towards fixing, and the constant fixation on sucking her thumb helped to reinforce that. Plus, I was still hurt by the cheating, so the bedwetting made sure that it wouldn’t happen again anytime soon.

But her obedience was too good to be true, and one day I came home early from work to her making out on the couch with one of her fuckbuddies. I couldn’t believe her stupidity. I was in control of her entire life, and yet she was still trying to sleep around! I kicked him out, and immediately reinstated the day wetting, making her spurt instead of just drip.

That was when I put her in her first diaper and snapped this photo. She tried to fight me, sopping wet panties around her ankles, but I was in complete control of her subconscious. I made her lay down so that I could change her into an unnecessarily thick diaper, and then to reinforce my control made her get on her knees and suck my dick.

She was crying as she worked her tongue and mouth over my cock and helplessly wet her new underwear, but I knew that now I had to be extra vigilant, to make sure that she didn’t get any funny ideas about who was in charge. I finished in her mouth, bent down, and whispered: “You are mine, don’t forget it.”

Alice was now firmly in control, my little, diapered housepet. I was going to train her no matter what it took.

And so I did, adding and removing infantile behavior as I saw fit. Of course, I kept her diapered at all times, but sometimes I would let her use the bathroom if she had to make a mess. Occasionally, if I was feeling extra nice, I would even remove the thumbsucking trigger while we were in public. She was completely in my control, so it was a nice exercise to test her sometimes.

It took about two weeks for her to fail her first test. She thought I had turned around after a diaper change when she stuck her tongue out at me. Not a gross violation of my trust, but I was training her. She had to be punished for her actions.

I took her over my knee and spanked her right then and there, reinserting every trigger I’d subjected her to over the past two weeks as I went. She cried as her butt turned a bright shade of pink and bruised in some places, but I reminded her that she brought this on herself.

I got her dressed, making sure to leave her waistband visible over her jeans, and brought her to the store with me. She cried and apologized for what she did the entire way there, but I ignored her. She had to learn, and so I was going to teach her.

We shopped around the store for a bit, her waddling behind me nervously. She had no idea what I was going to do to her, and that terrified her. She knew she would feel and remember completely whatever public humiliation I was about to put her through.

I finally stopped by a section of rugs, decided it was the right time and place, and commented that “the rugs here are so nice, it would be a shame if you made a mess.“

That was all it took. I watch her face drop in recognition of the trigger, one I had never used on her before. She started tearing up as she bit her lip and grabbed her stomach in response to the sudden pressure. She had absolutely no control over the intense cramps wrecking her bowels, and the added “stop“ made sure that she would be unable to move from her spot as she did the unthinkable.

I watched her as she struggled, as did several other people as they noticed what was happening. She fought and fought and her face was more strained than I had ever seen it before. But eventually, everyone heard the telltale sound of a wet mess entering her diaper. It was immediately followed by a vile smell, one that left absolutely no question as to what Alice just did in her diaper. She started crying again, so I had her put her thumb into her mouth and took her home.

I continued training Alice for months, taking her down a peg in some intense display of public humiliation whenever I felt the need. Sometimes it was a small thing that set me off, like her not finishing her dinner, but I always reminded myself that she cheated on me, that she deserved this.

I continued adding triggers and they piled up as I forgot to remove them. Now, even if I wanted to remove them all, I couldn’t. I have no recollection of what I’ve taken from her. However, the one thing I never touched was her mind. From the beginning, I was careful never to use any hypnosis that would affect her cognitive functions, because I wanted her to learn as she was punished.

Soon, she found herself living as a permanently diaper dependent thumbsucking baby. She could barely walk or talk without my permission and certainly had no control over her bladder or bowels. The only time she is undiapered now is when I am fucking her, and maybe it’s best this way. It’s been a year since I caught her cheating, and she has never been better behaved.

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Security Check (And a Scare!) Pt. 2

***DISCLAIMER*** The people depicted in the following story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, CLICK AWAY NOW!

Author’s note: Hey everyone. I know many of you liked the first part of the story, so I decided to write part 2. Hope you all enjoy it just as much. Let me know if you’d like to see more of Casey and Alyss in the future. :-)

Casey felt his stomach leap into his throat. He hit send.

Hey. It’s me.

He cringed. How the heck was she supposed to know who he was just off that? His phone buzzed.

Who’s “me”?

He mentally kicked himself. He was blowing it already!

We, uh, met at the airport last week.

Maybe he shouldn’t have taken a week to respond. He was just so nervous, even after all that had happened at their first encounter. Casey had never been all that popular with girls. He blamed his small build and boyish looks. If he was being completely honest though, it was more likely because of how flustered and awkward he was around them.

I work at the airport lol. I meet a lot of ppl there. You’re gonna have 2 b more specific.

He swallowed noisily. This was it, the moment of truth.

You kind of… took my key.

Casey’s phone started ringing. He fumbled to answer it, “Hello?”

Alyss’s melodic and sultry voice blasted out. “Hey, sweetie! What took you so long? Do you need another change,” she chuckled.

Casey blushed hotly. “No! I don’t. Well not right now at least. I just, uh I wanted to call you to see when I could get my key back and uh…” He trailed off uncertainly.

“Aaaand,” she prompted.

“And, I, uh, wanted to see if you’d like to get coffee or something. With me.” He covered his face. Of course it was with him! Who else would she be going with? His grandma?

Alyss didn’t immediately answer. He held his phone in a shaky grip, alternately staring at the ceiling and his kicking feet. She was going to say no. Over 30 seconds had passed since he’d asked. She wasn’t responding because she was trying to figure out how to let him down easy. He knew their encounter had been a one-off fluke. Alyss was drop dead gorgeous. She probably had guys and girls practically queuing up for a chance to be with her.

“I’d love to! Did you have anywhere in mind?”

Casey didn’t know how to respond. “I’m not sure. I didn’t think I’d get this far… oh!” He gasped. Fuck! He hadn’t meant to say that out loud!

Alyss laughed. “Hahaha, that’s so cute.” She managed to tamp her amusement down shortly after, though he could still hear mirth lacing her voice. “The county faire is open this Friday. They’re supposed to have an incredible haunted house. Does that work for you?”

Casey hesitated. “I’m not really big on haunted houses…” Casey was a bit of a scaredy cat. He even kept a spare night light on his bed stand.

“Aww, don’t worry, baby boy. I’ll hold your hand.”

Fluttery feelings tickled Casey’s chest. God, how was this woman so good at pushing his buttons?”

Alyss continued, “there’s a ton of other stuff too. There’s a corn maze, ring toss, candied apples, a petting zoo, etcetera.”

The mention of a petting zoo perked Casey up. He loved animals. “Well… I guess it’d be ok if its not just the haunted house.”

“Great! I’ll see you there at 6. It’s a date! And… I just realized, I never asked what your name was!” She sounded genuinely shocked, and… a little embarrassed?  

Casey cleared his throat. If he was being completely honest, he’d forgotten too. “Casey, my name is Casey.”

“That’s a wonderful name. Well, Casey, wear a diaper. I don’t want you to get too scared in the haunted house and have another accident.” She laughed.

Casey blushed furiously.  

“Oh, and one more thing, bring that pretty little cage of yours.” With that, she hung up.

Casey crashed back onto his bed. A delirious smile broke out across his face. A date! She had called it a date! He was going on a date! In diapers…

Casey rode that high for the rest of the week. He was absolutely brimming with energy. He got his hair cut, cleaned his tiny apartment from top to bottom, and had his date outfit picked out days in advance.

Friday finally arrived. Casey stood at the entrance, trying (and failing) to look casual. He wore a simple green, buttoned up cardigan over a plain grey T shirt with a pair of slim black jeans over his legs. To complete the outfit, underneath his clothes was a thick white diaper with two stuffers, covered with jack-o-lanterns, black cats, and other Halloween related items. He hoped she liked it. He’d brought his backpack as well to carry home any prizes or trinkets he got. It also carried baby wipes, powder, and a couple extra diapers, just in case.

6 o’clock arrived. Alyss was nowhere in sight. Casey grew more and more anxious as the minutes passed. Where was she? Had she gotten into an accident? Did he show up at the wrong faire? A black, creeping thought pushed its way to the forefront of his mind. What if she was just messing with him? It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened… Casey shook his head, pushing away memory.

“Hey, crinkles!”

He looked up in shock.

Alyss was walking towards him, a smile on her face. “I thought that would get your attention. It’s pretty funny you actually responded to it.” She laughed.

Casey looked away, suddenly tongue tied. “I, uh -, well, I was waiting-,” he took a deep breath. “You look nice.”

Alyss was wearing a pair of snug leggings beneath a short black skirt. The outfit was complemented by a long sleeved, low-cut shirt that accentuated her figure while showing just a hint of cleavage. The outline of her shapely breasts pushed against the cloth and Casey caught himself staring. He gulped. Holy shit.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” She tipped his up his chin with one delicate finger.

“S-sorry!”

Alyss booped him on the nose. “I’m just teasing you, Casey.” She eyed him up and down. “Super cute outfit by the way, I could just eat you up.” She leaned in, grinning conspiratorially, “are you wearing one?”

Casey flushed. “Yes…” He yelped as she gave his butt a firm squeeze.

“Good boy!” She proffered her arm. “Well then, shall we?”

Casey looped his arm through hers and off they walked.

The faire was loud and lively. People were everywhere, walking, talking, eating. Rows of colorful tents lay neatly arranged on either side of the main street, filled with vendors hawking their goods. Bales of hay and pumpkins were haphazardly strewn about. Casey was glad of the noise and the sounds of hay stalks crunching underfoot. It masked the crinkling.

Alyss pointed to a stall. “Want something to drink?”

“Ok.”

They walked up to the counter. “Two ciders, please.”

Another squeeze of his padding stopped Casey reaching for his wallet.

“Don’t worry about it, squirt. Tonight’s on me.” Alyss smiled.

Casey looked at her in disbelief. “Are you sure?”

She thanked the vendor and handed Casey his cup. “Yes, I’m sure.”

They wandered around for a while, just talking. Casey felt ridiculous hanging onto Alyss’s arm. Being 8 inches shorter than her and lacking half muscle tone he probably looked more like a little kid clinging to his babysitter than a 25 year old man on a date. The double stuffed diaper underneath didn’t’ help.

Casey told her all about his boring job and the ridiculous workload his bosses erratically dumped on him and his coworkers. He told her about his love of animals, and how he had always wanted to be a veterinarian until he’d realized a big part of the job was also putting animals down. He told her about his years in college, letting slip a few awkward stories that made her giggle. He’d moved away from his parents shortly after graduating, to a tiny run-down little apartment on the far side of the city. The area was relatively safe and cheap, perfect for paying off those damn tuition loans.

Alyss, it turned out, also lived alone, though on the opposite side of the city. She was about 4 years older than him and had only been working at the airport for the past year, though she didn’t  say much about what’d come before. She loved rainy days, horror movies, and surprisingly reading fantasy and science fiction. She’d played volleyball in her college years, even becoming captain of her team for a few semesters. She loved the outdoors. It seemed she’d tried at least one of everything. Hiking, skiing, horseback riding, you name it.

Casey listened in awe as she casually spoke about her physical exploits. With his willowy body and lack of coordination he’d always been hopeless when it came to any kind of sport or exercise.  

“So, what’s with the diapers?” Alyss asked suddenly

Casey was a little taken aback by her bluntness. “What?”

“The diapers, why do you like them?” Her eyes shot down to his crotch.

“Umm… hey, I want to try that!” Casey pointed to a random stall.

Alyss frowned and raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm.” She shrugged.

They played a few classic games like ring toss, darts, and one of those shooter types where you try to knock down prizes. Casey was an absolute terrible shot, but Alyss managed to score him a few stickers and candies. The biggest prize came from the hatchet throwing booth. Casey hadn’t been interested but Alyss had insisted. She got a perfect score, thunking dead center 5 times in a row. To his chagrin, Casey couldn’t even get it to stick into the wood.  

“Here you go, champ.” She said, pushing a large, plush dragon into his arms.

It was nearly half his size! He had to use both arms to keep it from brushing the ground.

Alyss giggled and brushed away a stray strand of hair.

“What is it,” Casey asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just enjoying myself.”

Casey blushed and buried his chin in the downy material. “Thank you… Alyss.”

She bent down and mussed his hair. “You’re welcome, kiddo. Now how about we go check out the petting zoo next?”

Casey’s eyes widened with excitement. He unconsciously began to bounce. “Okay!”

The “zoo” turned out to be a little underwhelming. A few churlish goats stood crunching on spilt hay. Chickens pecked at the dirt while a tired looking pony wandered about.

Casey squatted down as a chicken passed. He ran his hand through its feathers, and it cooed appreciatively. “Do you want to feel,” he asked, glancing back.

Alyss stood several steps back, arms crossed. “No, uh, I’m good.”

Why was she so far away? “Is something wrong?”

She actually blushed a little. “When I was little a chicken scratched me up pretty bad. I had a scar for years.”

“Oh, I see. And here I was thinking you could handle a little pecker,” he teased.

Alyss walked over and bent to whisper in his ear. “Your waistband is showing.”

Shit! Casey bolted upright and began fussing with the hem of his shirt.

She laughed. “Serves you right, crinkles.”

It was time for Casey’s least favorite part of the trip. The haunted house. The sun was beginning to set, and it seemed that the old brick building grew larger as the sunlight died. Overgrown vines draped limply past broken windows. A single door served as the entrance, swinging lazily on a broken hinge. Casey gulped and eyed the building warily.

“What’s the matter, big guy,” Alyss teased. “You want Mommy to hold your hand?”

Casey realized he’d been inching closer to Alyss. “N-no. I’m just a little cold is all.”

The door groaned and they stepped inside. Visibility dropped drastically, the dim light of flickering candles warring with the encroaching dark. Casey tightly hugged the plush dragon. It would protect him.

“Wow, I like what they did with the lighting here. Really adds to that haunted house feeling.”

Casey couldn’t believe it. How was she not scared?

“Oh, hey, did you hear that?” Alyss paused.

In the silence that followed, a faint scraping noise whispered through the hall. The noise grew louder, the whisper becoming a rasp, becoming a snarl. The sound stopped.

Casey’s legs were shaking. He felt like his stomach had leapt into his throat. He felt something touch his hand. He jerked away wildly, breathing fast.

It was only Alyss. Genuine concern showed on her face. “It’s ok, Casey, it’s just me.” She took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Are you ok?”

Casey closed his eyes. No, he absolutely was NOT ok. He shouldn’t have pretended to be tough. It was too much. He gulped. “Not really… I don’t do well with scary stuff.”

“Oh gosh, why didn’t you tell me?”

Casey’s voice shook. “Because I wanted to impress you.”

The clanking screech of tortured metal drowned out Alyss’s response. A man was rapidly approaching behind them. Blood caked his wild-eyed features and he held a shrieking chainsaw in his hands. His eyes locked with theirs and he gave a cackle of delight.

Casey felt his knees and bladder release, dropping him to the floor even as his diaper rapidly filled. He cried out and buried his face in the plushie. If he was going to be killed, then at the very least he didn’t want to see it. This wasn’t an employee! It was definitely a real killer that had snuck into the attraction to send him into the afterlife. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Could you turn that down!? It’s really fucking loud!” Alyss’s voice boomed out, steadfast and strong enough to be heard over the racket.

A few moments later, the hall fell back into silence as the machine sputtered and died.

Casey felt a hand loop under his legs, and he was lifted into the air. Alyss gently pressed his tear-streaked face to her chest.

“Shh, it’s ok, Casey. I have you.” She continued onwards, leaving a somewhat taken aback night terror behind.

Casey clutched at her shirt as they moved. Ghouls and murderers lurked behind every corner. It wasn’t safe here. He wanted to go home. His heart pounded wildly, and he pulled back for a brief moment before Alyss drew him back in, gently pressing his head into her strong shoulder.

“Don’t look, baby boy. Mommy’s got you.” She began to hum softly.

People jumped out from open doors. Spiders and other creatures dropped from the ceiling. Crying and screaming noises erupted from hidden speakers all along the way. Casey didn’t notice any of it, lulled into a sense of safety by the clean scent of her clothes and her quiet crooning.  Finally, they were out, stepping into the cool night air.

“It’s over now, sweetie. You can look up now,” she whispered.

Casey sniffled miserably. “I don’t wanna.”  

“What’s wrong, hun?”

He rubbed at his eyes. “Nuffin.”

“Oh, sweetie, are you worried I think less of you now?”

He winced. Her words had struck a little too close to home. “Yes,” he mumbled.

“Casey,” she spoke slowly, explaining it as if he were simple, “back when I met you… I didn’t play with that pretty little willy of yours because I thought you’d be brave, or strong, or anything ‘manly’ like that.” She turned his head to stare into his eyes. The hunger he’d seen in their first encounter was back. “I wanted you because you looked cute, and shy, and fragile.” She shivered tangibly. She leaned down to nip and lick the tender flesh of his earlobe. “And I knew you were into some kinky shit. I wanted to be the one to break you.”

Casey would have felt trepidation if he hadn’t been practically vibrating with his own arousal. Her pheromones set his brain alight while her words sent hot blood rushing to stiffen his small penis. He moaned as his cock swelled against the wet padding of the diaper.

“Casey…” Alyss murmured.

He squirmed in her arms, desperate and shameless.

“Casey,” her voice was more insistent.

He whined into her shoulder. It was too hard to listen right now. The wonderful feeling of the wet diaper squeezing his little cock took precedent over all else.

“Casey!”

He groaned, upset to be so rudely torn from his bliss. “What,” he snapped.

Alyss raised an eyebrow at his tone. She would have to train that out of him. “You’re leaking.”

The words hit Casey like a bucket of cold water, bringing him back to his senses. She was right. A substantial, rapidly cooling wet spot had formed on his jeans. He yelped as Alyss gave his crotch a squeeze, causing the patch to grow.

Casey panicked and stuttered “P-put me down!”

She laughed and tightened her grip as she began to walk. “Aww, it’s ok, widdle guy. Mommy Awyss wiw put you in a bwand new didee.”

He futilely squirmed in her arms. Her muscles felt like they were made of banded steel. The dark wet spot brushed against him occasionally, causing him to shiver. It was cold and unpleasant. He just hoped no one would see it in the dark. Though, that assumed they would even look past the spectacle of a “somewhat” grown man being carried around in the arms of a red-haired goddess. Casey could feel the crowd’s stares as they passed. He looked over her shoulder. A group of girls around his age made eye contact with him. A giggle passed through the group as they blew kisses and jokingly waved goodbye. Embarrassment colored his cheeks even as his penis gave another twitch in its sodden prison. Casey decided not to look up after that.

Alyss paused just before entering a white stone building, taking a brief second to hike up her squirming, mortified load before entering. Two wooden doors with silver letters stating Mens and Womens stood before her.

Casey noticed the temperature change as they entered. He glanced up just as she passed the threshold. Womens, said the door. She took him into the ladies’ restroom! He let himself be lowered to the floor before making a dash back to the exit.

Alyss’s hand locked him in place. “Where do you think you’re going, sport?”

Casey looked back nervously, fidgeting. “To the boy’s bathroom?”

Alyss shook her head in disapproval. “No, no. That won’t do at all.” She tugged him into the furthest stall and locked the door. There was a pullout table for infants along the wall. She pulled it down and laid tissue paper across the bottom half. “Last time you made a choice you ended up wetting yourself and crying on the floor. Clearly you need someone to choose for you.” She patted the table. “Now hop up and let’s get you in a fresh diaper. I’m assuming you brought some?”

Casey nodded hesitantly. “Yes, but-“

She fell over him, pinning him against the wall. His eyes were level with the incredible curves of her breasts. Casey’s mouth went dry as she took one finger and pulled away her shirt collar, giving him a tantalizing view.

“I’ll give you a treat if you’re good. Would you like that,” she purred.

Casey nodded stupidly and let her lift him onto the changing table.

“Butt up, squishy pants.” Alyss efficiently undid the button on Casey’s pants and pulled.

He covered his eyes with both hands as his jeans came away, leaving the thick padding of his diaper on full display. He knew she’d seen it before, but shame still tickled his innards.

“Aww. What a cute print!”

A small smile tugged at Casey’s lips. I knew she would like it.

Alyss placed a finger on one of the black cats. “Can you tell me what this is?”

“Uhh, a cat?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, silly! This is a big diapee full of dirty little boy piss.”

Casey groaned as she gave him a quick rub.

Alyss wore a mischievous grin. “Now, beg me for a new diaper.”

If it will get me that reward… “Please change me, Alyss.”

She gave his cock a squeeze and made an X with her hands. “BZZZT! Sorry, baby boy. Try again.”

“Please change me… Mommy?”

Alyss bent over him and gave his bulging diaper another squeeze. “Close, but say it like you mean it. Say it and apologize for not using the potty like a big boy.”

Man… she’s into some really kinky shit… Not that he minded of course. “Please change me, Mommy. Please change my diaper. I’m sorry I peed in my pants. I’m sorry I can’t go to the bathroom like a big boy. The diaper is really yucky and cold… and, umm..,” he trailed off. He didn’t know what to say next. All he knew was that whatever it was, he would say it gladly. Casey was putty in her hands, and she knew it.

Alyss snickered and grabbed a new diaper from Casey’s pack. It was one of the plain white, ridiculously thick over-night one’s he usually wore to sleep. “Poor, little boy. 25 years old and still in diapers cause he can’t hold it in. Aww.” She unfolded and fluffed it before sliding it under his butt. She grabbed the tabs and pulled the front up and over the first diaper.

“I thought you were going to change me,” Casey cried out.

Malicious glee twinkled in her eyes. “I told you I would put you in a fresh diaper. I didn’t say anything about taking the old one off.”

He let out a sob of despair as she secured the tapes, trapping him in the squishy cotton.

Alyss stood back. “Now, reward time.”

Casey stared in awe as she turned and bent over, flipping up her skirt to display her ass. She hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her leggings and slowly pulled down. Casey could feel his 4 inch penis throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The fabric covering her skin slapped down with a satisfying thwap as the lascivious curves of her ass leapt free. She continued to pull until her leggings were all the way off. Her womanly gifts were hidden under a pair of lacey blue panties that hugged her hips and was lost in the crevice between her cheeks. She took those off next, giving Casey a brief glimpse of her bare shaven asshole, before flipping the skirt back down.

She walked back over, panties dangling in one hand. A clear wet spot glistened along the crotch. “Open up, little guy. Can’t have you making any noise during little Casey’s reward time, can we?” She balled up the fabric and shoved it into his open mouth.

Casey let out a muffled whimper. Her juices coated his tongue, running down his throat. Casey had never experienced anything remotely like this before. It was all new, ecstatic, and addicting. He couldn’t fight back. She was in complete control. They both knew it. All he could do was writhe, and shiver, and beg while she toyed with his slender form. She had him stand as she leaned back against the wall. She put one foot behind her for support while the other one, bare and toned, stuck out seductively.

She lifted her skirt again, exposing the smooth lips between her legs. Her eyes narrowed and she crooked a finger. “Come to Mommy.”

Casey took one small step, then another, then another until he was within arm’s reach. She tugged him close, holding the back of his head with one hand and guiding it between her breasts. Casey straddled her leg, letting the padded bulk of his diaper rest on the silky skin of her thigh.

She stroked his hair. “I’ve been wondering since I met you… Have you been with a woman before, Casey?”

He paused, eyes wide and fearful. He’d heard this question before. Two years ago, in college he’d been invited to a house party. That night he’d ended up in the arms of some girl who had a thing for small guys. When he’d confessed to being a virgin though, combined with his diminutive length, her interest vanished in a puff of smoke, replaced by scornful laughter. He’d kept his body to himself ever since.

Tonight seemed different. He gave one shake. No.

Alyss bit her lip and let out a guttural moan. “Oh my god.” Her free hand snaked down to her aching pussy. “So, you’re a virgin?”

A thin line of drool leaked down Casey’s chin. He nodded. Did she really not care?

“Fuck, Casey. You have no idea how fucking wet that makes me.” Her fingers ran tight circles around her clit.

Casey could see her arousal dripping to the floor in long, glistening strands.

Hot breath escaped her lips as her chest heaved. “Does that mean, mmph, at the airport… that was… mmmfuck.”

He nodded again.

She arched her back. A bead of sweat dripped down her neck. Casey tentatively licked it away, receiving an approving purr in response.

“Thank you for telling me, sweetie,” she gasped. Her full lips locked with his as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her tongue pushed against the panty gag, coaxing forth more of her nectar to fill the helpless boy’s mouth. “Poor, innocent little diaper boy. Mommy will teach you how to be with a girl.” She grabbed his thickly padded ass and began to alternately push and pull, forcing him to slide back and forth along her leg. “Show Mommy how you make humpies, little Casey. Show me what a big strong man you are.”

She let go and Casey started grinding of his own volition. His diaper was drenched in precum by this point, more and more of it dribbling from Casey’s straining penis. The back of his diaper stuck out obscenely as he rubbed back and forth, savoring every little wave of tickling ecstasy as his boyhood slipped through the squishy cotton.

Casey stared in shock as Alyss suddenly tore down the neck of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra! She pulled her panties from his mouth and shoved her engorged nipple in to replace it.

“Be a good little slut and suck on Mommy’s tits.”

Casey happily obliged, greedily going to work on her tender flesh. Sinful, wicked, offensive sounds echoed through the bathroom as he bit, and sucked, and licked. His diaper crinkled loudly with every thrust, his little cock ravaging the wet padding as it pulsed.

Alyss lustily purred encouragement to him throughout. “Good boy. You’re Mommy’s good little boy slut. Keep humping. Pretend that warm, squishy diaper is Mommy. Ohh, that feels so good, Casey.” She let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure. “You’re filling me up, sweetie. Your little cock feels so good in Mommy’s pussy.”

Casey picked up the pace and suckled all the harder, futilely trying to inhale her breast into his little mouth as he fervently humped her leg.

Alyss’s breath hitched, and she pulled up the hem of Casey’s shirt, drawing bright red lines of heedless passion in the soft skin of his back. She whispered into his ear. “If you’re very good, maybe I’ll let you try for real. Would you like that, squirt?”

Casey nodded desperately as he continued to suck, refusing to relinquish his prize even to answer. 

She tilted his head up slightly, forcing him to look into her blazing, feverish eyes. “That means you need to listen to Mommy and follow her rules. Good boys listen to their mommies, don’t they?”  

“Yph Mmmy,” he muffled.

“I want you to make a big, sticky mess in your diaper. Can you do that for me, Casey?”

“Yph Mmy,” he practically yelled. He could be a good boy. He was already so close. 

He felt her stomach go taut, like a rope ready to snap. Alyss cried out, shudders wracking her body. “Then cum for me, baby. Be Mommy’s good little boy slut and fill your diapers!” 

Casey’s legs nearly gave out as he came. His penis pulsed over and over as it jetted waves of cum into the soaked padding. His cream quickly coated the front and began to dribble down, unable to sink into the already oversaturated cotton. It pooled around his balls, forming a font of sinful juices in the crotch of his diaper.

He slumped forward, strength gone. He felt like his soul had been ripped out, forced to experience a thousand years of unending pleasure, then shoved back into his small body. He continued to suck on her breast, now more for comfort than sexual need.

Alyss pulled her hand from her over sensitized cunt, holding it up before Casey’s drooping eyes. “Part of being a good boy is cleaning Mommy up.” She gently extracted her nipple from his lips and slipped her slick fingers into his mouth before he could even whimper with displeasure.

Casey’s tongue snaked around her fingers, seeking every drop of her nectar.

“Good boy,” she cooed.

After Casey had cleaned her fingers, Alyss had him lick up the fluid trails that had dribbled down her thighs. When he was finished with his duties, she pulled her leggings back on and shoved the pair of panties back into Casey’s mouth.

“Just something for you to suck on until we get you a nice paci,” she giggled. Her face shifted suddenly, becoming just a tad more serious, and even… shy? She lifted a finger to trace patterns along his neck. “So, um, did you drive here?”

Casey shook his head. He’d taken the bus, but he wasn’t sure why she was bringing it up now.

She looked away, blushing slightly. “Good, umm I mean, in that case, would you like to have a little sleep over at my - mommy’s apartment tonight?”

She gets shy over the weirdest things. Casey nodded meekly. After all, who else would change him?