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The support I've received from Tumblr bloggers, in regard to my gender identity, has been so helpful.

In return, even with my limited knowledge and experience, I'll try to be of help and support to others.

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Your friends thought it was hilarious what a little girl you turned into when they made you try on a dress and heels. You immediately began to move like a seasoned debutant, lifting your skirts and swaying your hips with every step.

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Sucks for Cuck

“Let’s check that diaper, cuck”

I whimpered submissively, subconsciously raising gripping the teddy bear that had been my only consolation throughout this whole ordeal and raising to my face, trying to hide the seemingly permanent state of shame I was kept in. His gruff hands lifted up my infantile shirt, further exposing my diaper that was already on full display, as was customary at this point.

I roughly groped the padding between my legs, squeezing it to feel its warmth. It hadn’t drooped to the floor yet, so I knew he wouldn’t deem it worthy of changing, this was all just yet another way to humiliate me. Not that he would change my diaper anyway. “Daddy”, as I was forced to call him, didn’t change diapers. That task was reserved for my wife—or, “Mommy” as she was now called.

He continued to grope me, his fingers playing with the outlines of the flat metal cage confining my cock. I’m ashamed to say it started to stiffen (as little as it could) inside as the blood rushed to it. I hated that I was getting arroused by a grown man squeezing my pissy diaper, but you would too if it was the only stimulation to the area that you got for weeks. Unless you count the cold wipes swiping your balls during a diaper change. Hell, I was pretty much in a constant state of arrousal, so this was hardly a significant phenomenon.

“How long has it been since you came, cuck?” He asked with a sinister smirk.

“13 days s-sir…” I said, trying unsuccessfully to keep my voice from squeaking.

He grinned widely, “Ah…so tomorrow’s the day.”

I nodded desperately, counting down the hours. Mommy, despite going along with most of Daddy’s orders for how their cuck would be treated, still took a bit of pity on me, allowing me to be unlocked every two weeks and given the chance to cum. They would give me 30 seconds, but I only need 10 seconds of humping the floor to blow my built up load into my diaper. I wish I could make the glorious feeling last longer, but the huge wave of release and relief was at least enough to making my frazzled brain relax once my balls had finally been emptied.

“When she offers you the chance to cum tomorrow,” he intoned, “you will refuse.”

My jaw and stomach hit the floor, my eyes wide as saucers, tears welling up within them.

“B-but Daddy…please! No! It’s been so lon—“

“You will refuse.” He repeated firmly. His brow furrowing into a menacing glare that told me he was not playing. “You will tell her you are ‘just a wittle baybee and you don’t deserve to make cummies’ or whatever cutesy shit you have to say. But you will not be cumming. Do you understand me?”

The tears began to fall now, running down my cheeks without restraint. It was pathetic, sure, but I didn’t care. All my pride and dignity were long gone, and the one bright spot left in my life was being stripped away from me too.

“Awww, don’t cry…” he chuckled, not sounding the least bit sympathetic at all, wiping my tears with his finger in a patronizing fashion. “If you’re lucky, I’ll let you use your wife��s vibrator every now and then, it’s not like she needs it much anymore. But there is no reason for that little prick of yours to ever be unlocked again.”

I continued to blubber pathetically, fluids running down my face, what the fuck had I been reduced to?

I hadn’t seen him smiling so wide in a long time. He relished the absolute power he had over me. I could see his dick hardening in his pants just from the thought of it. Catching my eye, he stood up from his kneeling position, blocking out the light as he towered over me. His hands fiddled with his belt, his fly, and before I knew it his pants were around his ankles, rock hard 8-inch cock bobbing and throbbing in my face.

“I think it’s time for your bottle.” He said with his hands on his hips, nodding slightly as if giving me permission.

I sighed, wiping the fluids from my face, taking in a long, shaky breath, knowing things would be even worse for me if I hesitated.

I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head of his cock like I’d been taught by my wife, letting my drool run freely, sliding my lips up and down his shaft as my head bobbed back and forth. I’ve found it’s better to do my best during this process, the more enthusiastic I am, the quicker it’s over with.

“You’re becoming quite the little cocksucker.” He sighed softly, dick pulsing in my mouth as I slurped and sucked. “Not even close to as good as your wife, but definitely serviceable.”

I whimpered around his meat in my mouth. Never in my life did i think someone would tell me I was good at sucking on a dick.

“I fucked your wife within an inch of her life last night.” He told me, rubbing it in. As if I didn’t hear her gutteral moans permeating through our shared wall last night, keeping me tossing and turning in my undersized crib. I tried to block out the memory and just focus on my task at hand.

“You should be thanking me.” He said, as if offended that I hadn’t already. “Thank me for fucking your wife the way you never could.”

“Fffank oo surr” I mumbled with his dick still in my mouth. I’d learned before it was a big no no to remove it whenever I was forced to say degrading things about myself.

“For what?”

“Ffur fuhkking moy woiff”

I felt his cock get harder from my words. He really did enjoy the power.

After several seconds of silence other than my sucking and slurping, he spoke again. “Hmm..I have another idea!”

I winced, his ideas were never good.

“You see, I prefer for the people sucking my cock to look a bit…girlier.” He gripped the back of my head and pushed it down until I was gagging and sputtering with his dick down my throat. “So, tomorrow you will beg your wife to dress you in skirts and tutus. Like a little girl. Like a sissy!” He said, still holding my head down, making me struggle and squirm as I fought for air and grappled with his new revelation. Finally, when I was worried I would pass out, he released me, letting me slide his dick out of throat and gasp for air like a near-drowning victim. He gripped my drool covered chin, tilting my head upwards so I was forced to look him dead into his menacing gaze. “You’re gonna be a baby girl from now on. How does that sound, you little bitch?”

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before he smacked me across the face. Hard. Immediately I was snapped back to middle school. Not from him hitting me, but from me hitting him. Back when I was bigger than him, before he grew taller and quickly towered over me. Back kicked him around called him a sissy, and when he cried? A little baby.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

“She can put your hair in little pigtails, and I can hold them while I fuck your f@gg0t face!” He emphasized his words with the thrust of his hips, jamming his dick in and out of throat. He was in his own world now. His own possibilities running through his head as he took what was his. Calling me the words and slurs I used to call him all those years ago.

I felt it cumming before I tasted it. Well, unless you count all the precum. His dick swelled, pulsed, throbbed, then erupted. Spewing shot after shot of warm, thick, salty goo into my mouth. His grunting and groaning eventually subsided, and his cock finally stopped cumming.

When he finally withdrew his slimy meat from my mouth, I tilted my head back like I’d been trained to, opened my mouth, showed him the load, and said “ffank oo four moy milkees Dad-ee” before he gave me permission to gulp it down with a nod of his head.

It didn’t go down too bad this time. I was growing used to the taste after so many instances of it being pumped onto my tongue or eating it out of my wife’s freshly fucked pussy. I wiped my mouth, going back to pretending to play with my Teddy bear and trying to reconcile with my new life.

But Daddy continued to stand there, not pulling up his pants. In fact, he stepped out of them.

“Did you shit yourself?” He asked, leaning over to peel back my diaper and take a peek. Obviously I didn’t, he would have smelled it from down the block, it was just another chance for him to humiliate me. Or was it?

“Get me hard again,” he said, pumping his cock and putting it back in my face. “Then you’re going to turn around, pull that diaper down, and arch that ass upwards so I can fuck it!”

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It's not like he hadn't had a lot of successes in life.

He was the starting quarterback in football.

He once scored 35 points in a high school basketball game and made the front page of the newspaper.

He was the county's player of the year in baseball--good hitter, great fielder.

He played college basketball. He got a degree from a fine private school.

He won awards in his jobs.

He got married to a wonderful woman.

He...now makes cummies in his sissy Pampers while fucking...another package of diapers.

Sigh. Call it a descent or call it him fulfilling his destiny, like all diaper sissies eventually do. Either way this is how he now gets his sexual pleasure. His long-suffering wife is thankfully on a business trip and for her sake hopefully having an affair with someone who knows how to actually fuck a woman.

The sissy meanwhile tapes himself into his diapers and straps himself into a bra. He lodges a pink pacifier in his mouth to add another touch of absurdity. He thinks about the hot women in his life seeing him like this. He almost makes it a minute before his clitty is splooging into his Pampers.

He's 50 years old. He's had a lot of successes in life. But he'll never escape the reality of what he really is: A diaper-wearing sissy faggot. Maybe someday the rest of the world will know it too.

But hey, he could really light it up on the basketball court.

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But I did all of those things

🔒💬 Discipline Time, Baby. 💬🔒

Mommy’s tired of naughty little ones thinking they can get away with anything.

So here’s the deal:

Confess your mischief. Get your punishment.

👇 Comment or reblog with the number(s) that fit you – and Mommy will decide what you really deserve.

1️⃣ Stayed up past bedtime

2️⃣ Took off your diaper without permission

3️⃣ Made a mess and didn’t tell Mommy

4️⃣ Touched yourself like a naughty baby

5️⃣ Said “I’m a big boy/girl”

6️⃣ Talked back

7️⃣ Forgot your paci or stuffie

8️⃣ Snuck out of little space

9️⃣ Lied to Mommy

🔟 Tried to act like a grown-up

💢 Your punishment might be:

🍼 Extra thick night diapers

😳 Spankings over Mommy’s lap

🧸 Paci gag and corner time

🔒 Locking up your big-kid clothes

🛏️ Early bedtime in nothing but a diaper

🎥 Public humiliation (anonymous, of course…)

💦 Enforced wetting schedule

📸 Proof of obedience via photo tasks

👶 24/7 baby rules for a full weekend

Are you brave enough to own up?

Or will Mommy have to choose for you?

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I really really want a daddy