underage2004

[underage2004]

"Oh my god you guys.... look at these udders I'm growing! Holy shit.... This is totally insane. I can't believe my mom is making me transition but honestly this is really fun..... For all the newcomers following for my thirst traps, hello, yes I'm a trans girl, 19, and yes my mom decided I should transition. I was a boy who mostly went to the gym, stayed home, played games, or jerked off my big cock to porn, but my mom watched my browsing history and saw a huge uptick after I turned 18 in futanari and t-girl porn. I could watch pretty girls jerk off for hours and hours, edging with them on stream. My mom walked in on me jerking it one afternoon and asked me if I wanted to be like them....

I told her no, but she didn't believe me and ordered to see a gender specialist who sat with my mom and I. I barely got to talk as my mom talked about me jerking it for hours to trans girls, but also made up stories about doing it in dresses and wearing makeup, putting my hair in pigtails. She said it hurt her seeing me yearn to be a girl so bad..... so with me only objecting a few times, just for my specialist to say 'It's natural to feel embarrassed, but I should come clean instead of denying who I am,' I was put on this monster cocktail of hormones. Because I wasn't transitioning in Junior High or anything they wanted to feminize me rapidly and get my body where it 'should be' by this age. With a smile, my specialist said I'd have the body of a nice, sexy college girl who's given birth a few times, who parties and loves to overeat in no time. Asking me how that sounded. I was floored, only blushing, telling her it sounded nice....

Sooo, this is me after eight months. Yes, I sound super fem, my speech therapist was an angel, teaching me by fondling my cock and sucking me off when I got things right, encouraging me with my ever-weakening, girly orgasms..... Soon I started losing track of my boy voice, my wardrobe thrown out, replaced by uber girly stuff, dresses, skirts, pretty blouses and tank tops, along with some geeky stuff, because my mom wanted me to be a Twitch streamer. I skyrocketed in viewership and subs when I started. My boobs already a DD, flaunting my curves, playing in my underwear as my mom encouraged me, calling me her beautiful girl, reminding me to take my estrogen on stream, and to remember to masturbate every few hours or I get cranky.... She'd give me loads of fast food and tell my audience I'm a growing girl, as I stuffed my face, all of you guys cheering me on to fatten up.....

My specialist says I shouldn't be concerned by my weight gain at all, that I should be body positive and embrace my curves. She said I can expect to put on a couple hundred pounds of pure fat as I feminize, maybe even more, and that since I'm gradually becoming as fat as a woman my age should be (her words, not mine!), that I'll be put on light doses of dick growth pills so I can get my cock back to its old size, maybe bigger, and have really strong orgasms again, that it'll be easy to have a big cock and stay feminized because of how girly, big breasted, and obese I'm getting. Is it weird that I kind of like getting fat? Maybe I really am a girl.... I used to go to the gym and take my health so seriously. Now I'm barely even interested in my old hobbies. I game, sure, but not as much as I flirt with chat, show off my growing body, big bouncy tits, my pretty face with new makeup or hair.... and eat like a cow, talking about how I 'hope it all goes to my ass or tits or thighs' like other girls on Twitch getting fat on purpose. I guess I am now, too. Just another girl with no self-restraint, growing every day, masturbating for her fans as she stuffs her face with greasy fast food. Who knew being a girl could be so much fun?"

[underage2004]

"You won't be happy until I'm totally smothered by these things, will you?" Sarah asked her older brother, Vince.

"Like I said, if you want to crash at my place, you've got to make it worth my while."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "I literally cannot believe I agreed to this! Believe me, you weren't my first choice of people to live with after my roommate burst."

"I bet that was a good show."

"Yeah.... it was pretty hot watching her get bigger and bigger, all for her dumb horny bf. But now I'm totally screwed, and I'm stuck living here with the world's most pervy older brother."

"What can I say? I've been fantasizing about you for years, Sarah. You're just so fucking sexy, I used to peek through your door when you brought guys home and let them fuck you like a cheap slut. Godddd the noises you used to make made me so hard."

"What, like this?" Sarah made a few of her softest porn star moans, bouncing her oversized breasts for Vince.

"Holy shit you are so hot."

"And what, you've just been jerking off for years thinking about forcing me to take breast growth drugs until my boobs are so big I need you for everything, hm?"

"You know me too well."

"And my only way out is to get a good paying job and my own place. But you already know nobody will hire me with these giant breasts, doesn't matter if I have a Bachelor's or anything. Who would want to hire a girl whose breasts are getting bigger every day, who can't control how engorged they are, constantly leaking and spraying milk against my will....."

"Nobody. That's cause you're stuck with me, my perfect little cum-slut sister. You'll finally be my plaything, pinned down by a pair of tits so big and heavy you can't even lift them."

"I'm already struggling to sit up straight and walk for long. My back aches like crazy, and I can hardly lift anything. I feel so weak....."

"Good girl, all you need to worry about is lying in bed, servicing my cock." Vince took out his impressively large cock, stroking it in front of Sarah, who bit her lip, blushing.

"So all I am now is your personal cum dump? What, are you gonna knock me up while you're at it?"

"And make all the money I need off the brats you push out. Maybe I can pay guys to fuck you, too, since you always seemed to love acting like a whore, might as well make it official."

"Fuuuuckkkk I can't believe this. Mom and dad are gonna be so pissed at you when they find out! My poor body filled to the point of bursting with my own brother's kids, trapped in bed by a pair of breasts so heavy I'm slowly being crushed by them, my poor ribs feeling ready to crack under their weight! With a line of men out the front door..... forced to prostitute to support my lazy, pervert of a brother."

"Are you sure they'll be mad? I already told mom and dad, and they're elated to show you off to the whole family. Mom wants your swollen, pregnant cunt filled with my cum to be your new profile pic of Instagram. What do you think? Naked, in front of everyone, having your pictures taken with us, livestreamed as we grope your monstrous tits as they constantly lactate, smack your huge, baby-filled belly, and let the men take turns using that pretty mouth of yours, finally putting that body of yours to its real purpose. Not going to college or having some silly career....."

"Fuck, you are such an asshole!" Sarah shouted, rubbing her pussy through her panties, grabbing her breasts with her other hand, milk spraying through her top. "Well, get it over with you fucking pervert! Put some goddamn kids in my belly! Oh, and triple my dose of breast growth pills. Might as well stop playing games and just immobilize me already."

"Good girl, I knew you'd see it my way eventually."

[underage2004]

My wife tried to take it in stride, as usual for her. Which is what I loved so much about her. She was tough as nails, always a people pleaser, and very kinky. A winning combo if ever there was one. We'd toured Europe, been to all kinds of kink clubs, went on our share of nude cruises with her parents, who were clearly quite the influence over what a gorgeously perverted woman she turned out to be.

She'd been pregnant since we got together, around five years, six pregnancies. The most she ever got pregnant with was sextuplets. While the families using her as a surrogate were never given too crazy of a surprise when it came time to tell them how many she delivered (she preferred not to know until she pushed them out. Found it thrilling to not know when birthing would end). We wanted more, though. Way more. So we got an idea, typically kinky for us...

My wife had her doctor put her on Femruptarin. We thought, almost out of hubris, because we were so experienced, that we could handle it. We were very wrong. 😅 But we had a fucking blast. Here's one of the last pics I took before she popped while out on holiday, because it's a known tradition when you take this Femruptarin junk that you have to make an excuse to hit the beach and strut around flaunting that massive time bomb of a belly. She almost made it to seven months, then while we were walking the boardwalk one afternoon she bumped into a guy hard while we were in line and all I saw was stretch marks like lightning bolts appear on her belly, then I had to apologize for the mess she made. 😂 Oh well. We had so much fun. So many incredible years, and in all honesty she was kind of hoping for this outcome. Only problem now is, the size of her belly, the amazing sex, the excitement of wondering when or if it'd happen. Not sure if I can ever go back! 🤔 Soooo, guess my next girlfriend needs to have a popping kink. Guess it's not so bad. There's definitely no shortage these days. 😉

[underage2004]

"Wow, what a difference a couple years can make! Lots of new followers, so in case you all don't know, let me catch you up. Shortly after I turned eighteen my mom met a new guy named Bryan. He's totally loaded and started taking my mom on these crazy luxurious dates.... well, the two got to talking and my mom revealed to him that she apparently fantasized about me doing porn! I had no idea, I mean... I might've considered it if mom asked nicely, but w/e! So anyway, Bryan started scheduling me for all these crazy surgeries out of nowhere to look like the porn star of their dreams, to jumpstart my career. I, uhhh, didn't really get a say! Mom, as my guardian still since I'm not married, basically handed this guy she'd been dating a few months my medical rights and had him cosign on my insurance.

Well, before I knew it they told me what I'd be getting done. Flash forward two years and I'm not nearly done, still, but I'm definitely getting there! My mom says I'm really starting to look like the porn star she dreamed I'd become, and my career is flourishing. My fans love my older, more mature look. Bryan and mom had me go through lots of surgeries just to age me up. When we go out I ask guys to guess my age. Nowadays they mostly guess '50', and it drives Bryan and my mom nuts, they get so worked up and horny at men thinking I'm this veteran porn star and hooker who's been selling herself for thirty years.... I'm kind of a part of their sex life now, no surprises there.

Bryan and mom actually introduce me to people as Bryan's domineering, porn star mother. I used to feel weird roleplaying, but I'm used to it now, and unlike some of the other roles they made me play I definitely look the part this time! So I happily chastise and tease my 'son and daughter-in-law'. All the hotter when we're out at the club and I make a nasty remark about what a pervert he is only for him to lift my dress up and fuck me in front of a bunch of people, spanking me, calling me filthy names.... like his whore of a mom. My real mom watches, usually masturbating, sometimes kissing me, but also teasing me and blaming me for what a depraved guy Bryan turned out to be. I honestly love it, and am totally addicted to all of our little outings, as well as the videos I do.... Not sure how many more surgeries he plans on making me do, but at this rate I'll have to start playing the role of his grandmother if anyone's going to buy it, since I'm looking oh so older by the day.... so much for my sexy, young looks! I'd say I'm mad about getting turned into an washed-up old whore, but I'm having way too much fun like this to care..."

[underage2004]

Shopping With Friends

Photos From @little-stephanies-diary​, Part 10

Stephanie and Courtney started walking around the mall chatting about winter break and the first week back in school. They had already decided that they would make a loop through the whole mall before stopping by the food court to grab some lunch, and they would do their shopping after eating. They were also planning on making the matinee movie at the theater in the mall, which was scheduled to start at 4:30 leaving them only five and a half hours to finish their shopping. As they wandered the mall, Stephanie noticed a toy store with a big pink teddy bear marked down 70%! She didn’t want to say anything in case Courtney thought it was too childish, but she planned on stopping back there after the movie to see if it was still there.  Even at her age, Stephanie still loved cute things like the teddy bear and her Aladdin nightshirt.

After making their lap around the mall picking out the stores they would visit, the girls stopped at the food court and decided to order some Chinese food. As they were standing in line waiting to place their order, Stephanie realized that she had hardly noticed the bulky diaper her dad made her wear. She was still mortified at the idea of having to use it instead of the bathroom, but that hadn’t been a problem yet. Reaching the front of the line, Stephanie ordered some fried rice, orange chicken, and an eggroll with a medium Diet Coke to drink. Courtney ordered the same, and the two made their way to a nearby table to enjoy their lunch.

They finished eating quickly, hardly saying a word, as they really wanted to finish their shopping before the movie. As they were throwing away their trash, Courtney piped up, :So where do you want to go first Steph?”

“Let’s go to Forever 21 first,” Stephanie replied, “They always have cute stuff on sale after Christmas, and I love their jeans!”

“Me too!,” Courtney agreed, “That’s our first stop then!”

The two girls walked down the corridor to the store, and went to rummaging through the racks looking for things to try one. They stayed together as they moved through the store, talking about the items they were going to try on. Stephanie ended up grabbing a couple of pairs of jeans in her normal size, a forest green dress, and a bright blue long sleeve t-shirt along with a few accessories. When they had both picked out the things they liked, they headed towards the fitting rooms to try everything on. Once in her room, Stephanie took off the pink shortalls she had on, and started to pull one of the pairs of jeans on. The jeans were going on like normal until they ran into the bottom of her diaper. Unlike with her Goodnites, these bigger diapers made it impossible to pull the jeans up to her waist. Realizing she wouldn’t be able to try on her jeans with this diaper on, but still wanting to hide the fact that she didn’t tried everything on, she pulled the hangers off the other pair and tossed them on the ground.

At least she still had the t-shirt and dress to try on, and she thought the diaper wouldn’t get in the way of either of those. She pulled off her white t-shirt, standing there in just her bra and diaper, before grabbing the blue shirt and throwing it on. She loved the color, and thought it would look great with the dress and the black thigh highs stockings she had grabbed. She pulled on the stocking before putting the dress on over her head. One glance in the mirror and loved the combination she had picked out, she couldn’t even see the diaper poking out! Curious just how well her diaper was covered, she lifted the front of the dress to see that it wasn’t by much, so she would have to wait until her ‘potty training’ was over to wear these again.

It was just then that her Diet Coke from lunch hit her, and she had the sudden urge to pee. She knew she couldn’t use the bathroom today, but wasn’t going to be in trouble for wetting her diaper, so she relaxed and let her bladder empty slowly into the diaper. It was just as she was finishing that she heard Courtney call out asking her to step out into the hall to ask Stephanie’s opinion on an outfit she picked out. Realizing that she had just wet her diaper, and still the green dress that didn’t hide her diaper well enough, she sank to the floor in humiliation.

She yelled out that she would be just a minute as she wasn’t fully dressed as she quickly stood up and pulled off the dress and pulled her pink shortalls back on, though they fit a bit tighter with the wet bulge between her legs. As soon as she was redressed, she stepped out into the hallway telling Courtney how much she loved the outfit. Courtney asked if Steph had found anything, and she said she loved the shirt she had on but still had to try on the green dress. Satisfied with the answer, Courtney went back into her room, and Stephanie did the same. Stephanie took off the blue shirt and put her white t-shirt back on, but waited for a couple of minutes before emerging from the fitting room to make it seem like she was still trying things on.

After buying the blue shirt, the forest green dress, and the black thigh highs, she waited patiently as Courtney finished buying a pair of jeans and the outfit that she had asked Stephanie about. After leaving Forever 21, the girls stopped by a couple of other stores, but having no luck finding anything they wanted. Walking back towards the entrance to drop off their bags in their cars before the movie, Courtney pulled Stephanie into a new store that had only opened a couple weeks earlier. It was the same store that Stephanie had seen the pink teddy bear in earlier, and to she shock the rest of the store was filled with some of the cutest clothes she had ever seen! They were all adult sized cloths, but with cute cartoonish prints like rainbows, unicorns, and teddy bears on them! Stephanie had just grabbed a snap crotched set of pajamas with clods and rainbows on it wanting to try it on when Courtney began to laugh a little behind her.

“Can you believe people actually buy this stuff!,” Courtney exclaimed, “It’s all so childish!”

“Yeah,” Stephanie begrudgingly agreed, “It’s so silly anyone would want any of this.”

It really is,” Courtney replied, “We should get going though. We still need to drop these bags off and still have time to buy snacks and use the bathroom before the movie starts.”

Leaving the store, Stephanie looked back longingly at the oink teddy bear and the cute clothes she really wanted to buy. Knowing her friends would laugh if they saw her buying any of the clothes there, however, she had to find another way to buy the things she wanted. After dropping their bags off in their cars, the girls went into the movie theater which usually showed older movies for their Saturday matinee. Stephanie was really excited when she saw Toy Story 3 was the movie this week and went with Courtney to buy their tickets. Courtney suggested the go to the bathroom before grabbing their snacks for the movie and dragged Stephanie with her. Stephanie really didn’t need to use the bathroom, but entered a stall and sat down on the toilet as to not raise Courtney’s suspicions. When they were done in the bathroom, they headed to the concession stand and each bought a large soda and decided to split a large popcorn.

They found some seats in the middle of the half full theater, and sat back to enjoy the movie. Stephanie had seen it so many times she could nearly quote the movie by heart. It wasn’t long before the girls had finished off their popcorn and drinks, so they just relaxed and watched the movie whispering from time to time during the more boring scenes. Just as the toys were being hauled off to the incinerator, Stephanie had the sudden urge to pee again. Knowing from experience that this diaper could hold at least two uses, and not wanting to miss any of the movie, she left loose and filled her diaper even more. As soon as the movie was over, the girls left the theater and headed to their cars to go home for dinner. Once they reached their cars, Courtney called out, “We had fun today! Let’s continue the fun and have a sleepover tonight!”

“Sounds awesome!,” Stephanie absentmindedly replied, “I’m sure my dad would be ok with doing it at my house!”

“Perfect!,” Courtney replied, “I’ll see you in a couple of hours!”

Still wanting to go back in and at least buy the pink teddy bear that was on sale, she pretended like she had left her keys in the theater and excused herself to go grab them. Courtney understood, and hopped in her car and drove off. It wasn’t until that moment that Stephanie realized the mistake she had made by agreeing to the sleepover; her dad was still going to make her wear a diaper. Mortified, her face grew red, but it was too late to cancel so she ran back into the mall to buy the teddy bear. She went as fast as she could so no one would see her, bought the bear, and raced back to her car to head home and plead with her dad to not have to wear a diaper during the sleepover. She just hoped she could be convincing enough.

To Be Continued…

[underage2004]

An Exciting Night

Photos From @little-stephanies-diary​, Part 8

Stephanie’s bus ride home from school was a lot less eventful than it was the day before thankfully. She couldn’t wait to be home and change out of the puffy wet diaper that was spreading her legs apart. As soon as the bus pulled up to her stop, she raced through the aisle and nearly ran all the way home. Once she had unlocked the door, she made her way straight to the bathroom where she stripped off her school uniform so she could hop in the shower. Just before taking her bunny diaper off a curious thought hit her: did she really pee herself in gym class? She knew it felt like she had leaked a little bit during yoga, but she didn’t really feel like she was set at all. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub and pulled the front of the diaper forward  in the front and took a quick glance.

As she tilted her head downward she could easily see the yellow color that had absorbed into the diaper. A little surprised at just how dry she felt, she began to wonder just how much these diapers could really hold. Stephanie did really need to pee again, so she stood up in the tub – just in case – and forced her bladder to empty as hard as she could. She was shocked at just how quickly the diaper wicked everything away, but she was acutely aware of just how heavy the diaper felt.

Her curiosity satisfied, she undid the tapes on the diaper and tossed it in the trash can before turning on the shower and cleaning herself up. It wasn’t long before she was done and quickly dried herself off before heading to her bedroom to put on some clean clothes. She knew her dad would be home soon, but she didn’t want him to know about her accident in school, so she grabbed a clean pair of Goodnites and a t-shirt out of her dresser and pulled them both on. She was used to walking around home without always wearing any bottoms, so she decided the best way to sell that she had stayed dry all day was to show her daddy that she was still in a dry pair of pullups. Heading downstairs, she sat on the couch while turning on the TV and waited for her dad to get home.

It wasn’t long before her dad walked through the front door looking tired from a long day at work. Stephanie noticed he was home, but not wanting to draw too much attention to herself she just kept watching TV. Her dad set down his bag, kicked off his shoes, and went upstairs. It was just as he reached the top of the stairs that Stephanie realized she had forgotten to throw out the bathroom garbage and her soaking wet diaper form school was right on top! Mortified, she leapt from the couch and ran up the stairs as quietly as shoe could hoping to make it to the bathroom before her dad. When she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the bathroom door was already closed. Dejected, she walked back down to the couch just hoping he didn’t see the wet diaper in the trash. She really didn’t want another day added to her new ‘potty training’ that her dad was making her do.

It wasn’t long before her dad was done in the bathroom. He came back downstairs and joined her on the couch. Stephanie knew she couldn’t go back up to the bathroom right away to dispose of the ‘evidence’ so she just kept watching TV when she heard his deep soothing voice.

“How was school today princess?,” he asked knowingly.

“It was fine daddy,” she perkily said, “ we did yoga in gym today! It was a lot of fun!”

“And did you make it through the day with no accidents?,” he asked, “I see you are wearing your Goodnites like you were this morning.”

“I did really good today daddy!,” she quipped, “I made sure to use the bathroom more, and I stayed awake all day since I slept so well last night!”

“Care to explain why there is a soaking wet bunny diaper in the bathroom garbage then?,” she said gruffly, “The only bunny diapers I bought were given to the school nurse, so the only way there would any in the garbage would be if you are lying to me.”

“I’m sorry daddy,” she replied knowing she was caught, “I just didn’t want another day added to this whole thing.”

“I can understand that,” he said, “But you know lying is wrong. I’m still adding another day, but I think you need to be reminded why you don’t lie to me. Just like when you were little, I’ll give you a choice: you can pick either having another full week added to your potty training, or I can spank you like I did when you were little.”

Stephanie’s eyes widened when she heard this. She hadn’t had a spanking since she was really young, but having to spend two full weeks in diapers meant a lot more chances of being caught. Either one would be humiliating, but she figured at least with the spanking it would be over quickly even if it wasn’t painless.

“I guess I’ll take the spanking daddy,” she whimpered, “I really don’t want to have to keep wearing diapers any longer than I have to.”

“Ok sweetheart,” her dad affectionately said, “We’ll do that later when I change you for bedtime. Right now though missy, I want you up in your room doing your homework while I make dinner.”

Stephanie stood up and walked up to her bedroom with her eyes staring at the floor. She couldn’t believe she was going to receive a spanking from her dad, especially at age 18. Resigned to her fate, she started working on her homework while her dad was downstairs cooking dinner. She had just finished her last assignment as she heard her dad call her down for dinner. Sitting across from him, they ate in silence as Stephanie’s mind was racing with the thought of what was to come. After they finished eating, she cleared the table still wearing only her Goodnites and t-shirt. Just as they had done the night before, they sat down on the couch together and watched a movie, her dad’s strong arm wrapped around her. As soon as the movie was over, her dad spoke up.

“Princess, it’s bedtime,” he said in a soothing tone, “Let’s go get you ready for bed.”

He grabbed her hand, and held it as he lead her back up to her room. Once in the room, he instructed her to lay down on the bed as he grabbed a new bedtime diaper, the baby powder, and the same pink shorts she had worn to bed the night before. He set everything down on the bed and began to pull of her still dry pullups. She wasn’t quite as embarrassed as she was the night before, partly because she knew what to expect, and partly because she really loved when her daddy took care of her with so much affection. As soon as he was done affixing the diaper into place, Stephanie stood up to put on her shorts only to hear the words she had dreaded all night.

“Honey,” he gently said, “We still need to take care of that punishment for your lying earlier.”

Before she could react, he sat down, grabbed her arm, and bent her over his knee just as he had done when she was a child. Holding her down, he raised his hand above his head and brought it down with a gentle, yet firm, swat across her padded butt. She winced as she heard his hand hit the soft diaper, and winced again with each of the two repeated strikes. Once he was done, he ran his fingers through her hair a couple of times reminding her that he loved her, but would not accept lying without repercussions. Something about how tenderly he had handled everything stirred an unusual feeling in Stephanie’s head. She couldn’t quite place her finger on what his feeling was, but she didn’t hate it. Acting like it was worse than it was, she grabbed her pink shorts and pulled them over the big diaper she was now in and crumpled to the floor whimpering.

Her dad stood up from the bed seeing his beautiful daughter on the floor and simply said, “I’m sorry I had to do that to you honey. Now get to bed so you are up on time for school tomorrow.”

As he left the room and closed the door, Stephanie realized what she was feeling but almost didn’t want to admit it to herself. The entire event had somehow left her turned on, and she wasn’t quite ready for bed yet. She rose to her knees, pulled her shorts down just a little, and thrust her hand down the front of her diaper. As she used her fingers to play with herself, she couldn’t help but think of how weird it was that she was turned on by what her dad had done to her. That was a fleeting thought though as she focused on how nice her body felt as she rubbed her fingers over her warm vagina underneath the bulky diaper.

It wasn’t long until she brought herself to an orgasm, but as soon as she was done a wave of shame fell over her. She couldn’t believe that her dad spanking her had made her feel this way and what she had done once he was out of the room. Pulling her shorts back up, she crawled into her bed and pulled her covers over her body. She was exhausted and dell asleep almost immediately, but not before a thought ran through her mind about how she had made her diaper wet, just not with pee this time.

To Be Continued…

[underage2004]

Amazing AB/DL Blogs and Where to Find Them

dA while ago, I answered someone who asked if I could recommend more ABDL blogs here on Tumblr. Since my post received lots of likes but is a bit outdated by now, I decided to provide another (most likely incomplete) overview for all of you diaper-weirdos out there.

All blogs are of course exclusively run by and about adults.

If your blog is not included but you wish to be added, please send me a PM and which category you would like to see your blog added to. Keep in mind you need to be a content creator, just re-blogging is not enough.

Some of the blogs are mentioned in several categories.

Blogs mentioned have been active within the last few months.

No blogs with mainly commercial interests.

Let’s start with …

Girls living their best 24/7-diapered life (… or at least wear and enjoy their diapers a lot):

@onemoretime-99

@asiandiapeecutie

@diapertrainingashley

@diaperedlexi

@misspandapants

@diaperlexi

@blackrasbaby

@babyfluffybutt

@bitsybunbun

@fetishalex1900

@soggystrawberry

@kayleeheartkins

@little-lucy-morningstar

@lilbabyfae

@ann277

@yesyouneeddiapers

@serah-in-diapers

@diaperedlilgirl

@dainty-dollette

@maggiecaps

@littlefroganddaddy

@fairyprincessjess

@lolita-in-the-mist

@daddyslittlesnugglebunny2

@iamprincessbabyluna

@lil-ariel-and-daddy

@dominanovem

@littlesiren-song

@reagansweetsxo

@mutineer123 ( @consecratedbelle )

@daddysdreamydollie

@sweetasme

@jejes-world

@daddy-and-hislittlegirl

@littlegirlanddaddy

@akinkycouple

@werenotadulting

@cumpliantly

@josiedl

@littlehunnybee

@wildishbambinaa

@diapergirlfaye

@lolaandthensome

@kittenwears

@ma-diapercouple

@padded-princess

@cutelilbutterfy

@prinz34

@hi-its-babygirlcora

@paddedfordaddy

@littlefina

@littleskittle19

@laura-iwittlesissybabys-weird

@monsieur–s

@nicasnursery

Mommys who know how to make sure that their littles are properly diapered:

@mommykandbabylove

@ickymommy

@badbehaviorxx

@foxiemystique ( @missfoxiemommy )

@themissvee

@bbboyandsnacktress

@begoodformommy

@bebadformommy

@mommy-wants-to-play

@mommyandme1

@babygirlandmommy496

Amazing AB/DL story writers, either as single/multi-part stories or captions:

@all4thedips

@deeperdiaperdesire

@maggiecaps

@boysrbabies

@paddedlittleparadise

@3yobbg-2

@helplesslyregressed

@crinklyfantasiescr

@infantilebliss

@quietlyhumiliated

@diapergirlstories

@wittl3sissybaby

@bby-kimmy

@mellowsadistic2

@regressionrevolution

@2sissy2christi

@dprdom

@picfab

@thediaperedathlete

@alteredstates14

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[underage2004]

Life had been grand for Andrea. Traveling the world, enjoying the splendors of the nicest selections of wine and dinners her parents had graciously provided. And while she’d had her fair share of one night stands, her most recent had made an impression right before she’d left for a vacation in Europe with her family. But unfortunately, the ARV.1 virus had stolen those splendors and many more.

Effecting less than half a percent of the world, the ARV.1 virus rendered it’s victims incontinent, reduced their physical size and visible age.

Scientist, virologist and conspiracy theorist alike worked tirelessly for the cause and cure, but only a single solution was found, and Andrea didn’t care much for it.

The CDC released instructions for those who cared for the ARV.1 infected. These instructions outlined… well, babying.

Anecdotal evidence was strongly supporting that this routine of care was the most successful for the infected to recover to a semi normal way-of-life. However, the most frustrating aspect of her battle was the daily tutoring her father had implemented as a proactive measure to avoid falling behind in school.

Well, sort of.

The tutoring, by itself, was ‘okay’. Yes, she was relegated to, and dependent on diapers to keep from involuntarily soiling her parents furniture and floors.

Yes, they’d turned a “sitting room” adjacent to one of their many bedrooms into a certifiable nursery.

And yes, they’d removed her expensive clothing and replaced it with what they felt would best accentuate the profile of care she needed.

But the tutor they had selected for her had been her breaking point.

It was him.

The cute guy from the bar that she’d hit it off with a few weeks before her summer travels with her family had come strolling in. The same guy that took her back to his bachelor pad and given her the ‘night of her life’, as she’d shared with her friends.

The guy that, until her father had introduced him as they entered the nursery, she hadn’t known was a best friend of her father’s.

His initial surprise was interrupted with a silent chuckle as he found Andrea on the floor. Her diaper, visibly sagging, as she turned her humiliated gaze towards him.

She watched silently as her father and former one-night-stand lover physically reacted to the discreetly lingering smell within the room.

Her cheeks warmed as she continued to stare at him, dumbfounded. Her newly minted underwear on perfect display, sagging at the weight of its contents inside.

After a few moments of silence, her father finally spoke after dramatically heaving a long sigh.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind changing diapers.”

[underage2004]

Perfect Drug

Note: I do not condone public play that violates the consent of innocent bystanders who were not given the choice of whether or not to participate in a scene.  This is fictional.  Don’t do this.

There was no way I could have known it would be like this.  That the humiliation of it would do this to me.  I was dripping constantly and I missed his touch.  He had me edging in public, grinding on a table here or a bench there.

That was all before the diapers.

Now he wanted pictures.  We wouldn’t see each other for another two weeks - so he sent me a “present”.  He knew me better than I knew myself.

I balked at first, at the idea of putting on one of the stupid things.  It wasn’t sexy at all… until the phone call.

“Did you get my present, little peach?”

I didn’t bother to hide my dislike of it.  “Present?  No.  I just got a pack of adult diapers.  What am I, eighty?”

“No.”  The edge was in his voice instantly.  The edge that said I had nudged my Soft Dom a little too hard and he was going to make a point.  “They’re your underwear now.”

It sent chills down me.  My whole body shook with the shiver.  My own voice was substantially meeker in response, “I’m not wearing a diaper.”

“Not yet.  They’re for special occasions, when I want people to know how pathetic and helpless you are.  That I can do anything I want to you because I own you.”

His voice was the ocean, rising and sweeping me away.  I couldn’t resist him… because I didn’t want to.

“But- “

He cut me off.  “Yes, your butt in a diaper.  Now.  And send me a picture.  Do it, show me that you’ll obey my orders, that you’re my sweet, stupid little doll.”

I knew he could tell from the change in my breathing that he had me beyond aroused.  “Y-yes sir… But wha- “

And he hung up on me.  I tried to call him back, all I got was a text.

Show me you’re a good girl.  You’re my obedient toy.

That was then.  This is now.

I’d balked for the longest, now it was time to go pick him up at the airport, and he’d been very clear about what I was to wear.  For two weeks he had me going into increasingly “riskier” situations with my new underwear.  He even made me… use them once to prove how he could take anything he wanted from me, even my basic dignity.

Dolls didn’t need dignity, after all.

Now I was supposed to wear this specific top and these specific jeans.  I was to park in the lot and ride the shuttle to arrivals… and wait for him.

Dressed like this.

One thing was true, every time he’d teased me for the past couple of weeks, he’d asked for a picture of my panties… which were always damp.  Of course they were, it was like he could command my body to be ready for him.  Damn near everything he said or did was a turn-on.  Even a simple, confident smile from that stubble-covered face made my knees weak.

There was no denying what was under those low-cut jeans.  I was an adult woman in her prime wearing a diaper.  And not some plain white one, his “present” went out of their way to look like infantile diapers with colors and lines and animals on them.

It had gotten to the point that just touching one had my cheeks burning, knowing that he was making me wear them.  Knowing that he was taking my dignity from me because I didn’t deserve it.

He fed me humiliation and I ate it up.  And I needed more and more.  It was the greatest thrill ever, and every new trip into his beautiful, twisted mind made the fire of my desire for him burn hotter.  For him and that squirmy, embarrassed, helpless feeling in my tummy that made my pussy pulse the way nothing else ever had.

I couldn’t wait to see his satisfied, smug smirk as he walked out, past the security guard who would have seen me standing there obediently, the waistband of the diaper on display.  I could feel the crotch of it swelling before I even made it to the car.  As ordered, I took a long drink from my water bottle - he made me carry one any time he made me edge, any time he had me in this state for more than half an hour.

So my own arousal didn’t dehydrate me.  He took care of his dumb dolly, and I loved him for it.

I could feel eyes on me as I walked from the car toward the shuttle.  The crinkle that followed my every step was deafening.  I was horrified on the bus.  At the stare of the driver, at the whispers around me.

She’s wearing a diaper… is she okay?

My knees were trembling as I walked toward the doors of the terminal.  Someone actually offered to help me, I was so wobbly on my feet.  I assured them I was fine, I’d be fine.

Everyone knew.

Everyone there knew how hopeless I was, how I’d do anything for him.

He’d probably demand that I wet myself right there in the airport, with his hand in my crotch.  As I leaned against the wall, waiting, it took everything, everything I had not to let my hand wander.  I hoped he’d demand that.

I was an addict now.  To the drug he introduced me to.

I was a humiliation slut, and I didn’t want to be anything else.

[underage2004]

THE ADULT CLINIC: CLINICAL INFANTILIZED

Sam slowly woke up from there sleep still tired and wanting to sleep but felt the ever present feeling of warmth and sogginess around there waist as there diaper was full and knew they would have to have it changed soon. This was Sam’s life now after becoming clinically Infantilized a few months ago at the Adult Clinic. They chose to live a life of disability and of assisted living . Sam at the Adult Clinic chose to become fully Incontinence and Diaper dependent messing their diapers day in and out . They also chose to forgo unassisted movement and became paralyzed from the waist down as well now requiring a motorized wheelchair for movement . Every morning they would shimmy themselves out of bed and onto their wheelchair being careful and delicate with their Tracheotomy breathing tube as they moved .  Sam also requested to have a Tracheotomy breathing tube installed as well which was breathing for them now via a ventilator and by this point they were dependent on it to breathe and were now incapable of breathing naturally. Eating was also different now for Sam as they had once they came home switch to a Fully liquid diet relying on IV drips and blended liquefied foods . They would  in-jest these via the gastric feeding tube they had also installed . One of the more risky procedures they had done was they asked to be surgically lobotomized and have part of their brain removed to disable them further this would compounded the Incontinence and Paralyzation even further and would render Sam basically incapable of caring for themselves anymore and would need help . This would necessitate them having a  personal Nurse to help them out around the house and to also care for them . She would show up daily and stay for a few hours to tend Sam but would come and go in the morning and evening times .  For most of Sam’s day they would be in bed and sleep most of the day getting up once and while but rarely would leave the house. Sam would be content with this life and wouldn’t have it any-other way.

[underage2004]

THE ADULT NURSERY: MARY’S NEW NORMAL

When Mary first decided to Regress and became Infantilized a few years ago at the Adult Nursery she thought it was the life for her and loved it there at first for the time. Everyday was a lazy day for her and all she did was sleep and mess her diapers and be feed and changed by the kind nurses there at the nursery . But after almost 5 years of being Regressed and Infantilized she grew tired of it and longed for her old life . She would get her wish but not to the extent she actually wished . The first days out of the nursery were especially the hardest for her and she struggled to do the most simplest things like walking and standing up straight and even talking. When she visited the doctor for her physical she found out that her body was completely in a advanced Infant state and regressed. She was also told that she would never walk again unassisted as the muscle relaxers and advanced atrophying had caused irreversible damage to her leg muscles making movement unassisted impossible. She was also permanently fully Incontinence as they had done it surgically on her and there was no reversing it now. At home she had assistance in the form of a personal nurse and aid worker to tend to her and help her. The Nurse would change her diaper for her and prepare her meals and help out . Mary couldn’t either eat normally too as her stomach had shrunken to such an extent that she can only eat liquid or very soft foods and she had no adult teeth as they removed them years before . Mary also compulsively drooled or salivated as a consequence of the training and the removal of her adult teeth which infuriated her to no end now . She also couldn’t talk normally as her teeth where gone and they had condition her to not speak at all or to only speak in baby babble , when trying to talk, she would sound like a foreigner who wasn’t a native English speaker but worse.  Mary’s life home now didn’t remarkably change much from when she had lived in the nursery as she still sleep late and on the weekends didn’t even come out of bed and would just lay there messing her diaper and drooling like an Infant she still very much was.

[underage2004]

THE ADULT CLINIC: POST OP MESSING’S

Katie was have a nice and messy weekend off from work and she was loving every second of it . Katie recently became a diaper dependent after undergoing a surgical procedure to do so at The Adult Clinic and have been messing her diapers ever-since . Every morning she would wake up in a moist and soggy diaper and lay in it until she would eventually change it . She was of course aroused by wearing them and they made her feel sexy and so young . Her boss at work couldn’t care less about it and now that she has a Doctor’s note supplied by the Adult Clinic to wear them they couldn’t do a thing about it there and her boyfriend also finds them kinky and loves the look and even when asked changes it for her . The only drawback of wearing them are the smell of them after she messes and inconvenient times she goes but she found ways to accommodate for the changes and has adjusted to wearing them . Katie doesn’t even regret her decision of becoming Diaper dependent and prefers it this way and wonders why no one else becomes diaper dependent.

[underage2004]

THE ADULT NURSERY: PARTIAL REGRESSION

You thought it would be a fun experience for you to try and wear diapers and use them for a time but little did you know at first this would come to consume your life now. You first started wearing them occasionally when you had the time to finding every opportunity to wear them and mess them . In those times of wearing them you would be aroused by merely just wearing them, and become even more so when you messed them fully . Eventually you wanted more and started wearing them all around the Apartment and using them over your toilet . You would also begin wearing them in public finding clever ways to conceal them in your regular clothes and would mess them in public becoming even more aroused by people being near, you doing it . After awhile and a few months you would quit using your toilet altogether using exclusively diapers and it began gathering dust  because of lack of use and cleaning. Soon enough your wonder how you can make this permanent and lose control and become diaper dependent . You would search and find a place called The Adult Nursery which specialized in this field and you would schedule an appointment for a consultation with them. Arriving there you would sign in and be escorted by a nurse to a examination room . She would ask you a range of questions about why you where here before the doctor arrived . The doctor would ask similar questions and you would state you desires of losing control over your messing and wanting to explore more potential life styles . The doctor would ask if you wanted to be Regressed and Infantilized she would tell you about it, but you would state that you just wanted to explore another potential lifestyle and be a Diaper dependent and  didn’t want to be regressed fully. She would note that and offer a more appealing offer and you readily Accepted. After signing the Release forms you would be escorted by a Nurse into the nursery .

Arriving at your room you would be asked to take off your regular clothes and change into a onesie and their diapers . You would do so and she would take your clothes to be stored for when you would leave . You would be encouraged by the nurse to play around and get to know your room before she left you locking the door behind her . You would relax and settle in and take the opportunity to mess the new diaper they gave you after finishing you fell aroused by the warmth and sogginess of it around you . Soon enough a nurse would arrive with your dinner in the form of a warm bottle and would feed you it was strange being bottle fed after so long but you accepted it . After finishing, she would change your diaper for you and after that she would put you to bed can you situated in your crib and securing you to it she stated that this was a precaution they had to take with some of there patients and just to relax. She will give you your night bottle and would leave the room shutting the lights off and lock the door behind her. You would lay in your bed content and please with your day going to sleep. You would awake the next morning and find something that you hadn’t done before you had messed yourself in your sleep. You were soaking wet and your diaper was soggy form the nights mess. You found it curious and arousing and waited patiently for a nurse to arrive. She would soon and would change your diaper and feed you . You would ask her about your night wetting and she would state that they gave you a special medicine in your bottles to allow it and have been playing subliminal messages in your sleep and time her to bring it on. You found it as a welcome change and was content with that answer . Before leaving you the nurse placed a pacifier in your mouth and secure it and said this would help and please keep it in before leaving. You would spend your day relaxing and napping messing all the while and had a grand time.  As the days of you being here went on you where slowly trained and partially regressed to be deferential and docile to the nurses and wouldn’t think any of it . Soon the day came you were anticipating . During the night while you slept they moved you to another part of the nursery to operate on you and render you Surgically Incontinence .  You would awake the following morning a bit sore but but now fully diaper dependent , you found a damn near impossible to control your messing now and loved every second of it . After a months stay at the adult nursery you where released and got to go home a different person . In just a month of staying there you would be changed . You became more submissive , docile and innocent while there and never raised your voice against nurses or argued with them . You Where obviously Diaper dependent now and had no control whatsoever over you’re messing and loved it .  Now home you would live a simple existence of messing your diapers and in almost childish innocents and loved every second of it and didn’t want to have it any other way .

[underage2004]

This is part of my “Katie” series, just so you know where things are picking up, etc….Go back and read my other captions to see some of the other elements of this story. Enjoy!

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February was now here, and that first Monday of the month, after school, my mother called me to the kitchen. She told me that the doctor called and wanted to give me a check up, and that I needed my yearly shots for school. Now, this was not the same doctor my mom had called when I first started wearing diapers. This doctor that wanted to give me a check up was the doctor teen girls go to for physicals. She didn’t know that I had been wearing diapers. 

“Will I have to wear a diaper to the clinic?” I questioned.

“Of course you will. You’re a baby. Babies can’t take their diapers off when they go to the doctor, or they’d poop in their pants,” my mom said.

I thought to myself that this visit to the doctor would be an interesting experience.

The time came. The appointment was scheduled for Tuesday right after school. My mom did let me wear normal clothes a teenage girl would wear, but did keep me in my diaper. For this checkup, it required me to take my pants and shirt off. Most doctors would expect to see a teenage old girl stripped down to panties while in the examination room, but this would be different. 

The nurse came in and first asked my mom some questions. You know, the usual “has she been put on any medication lately,” and “has she had any physical problems lately?” questions. My mother answered all the questions, and then the nurse told my mother she could go wait in the lobby. She then told me to undress, and that the doctor would be back in five minutes. I got a little nervous, but began unbuttoning my pants. Now I was standing with only a diaper and shirt and. I took my shirt off, and was now wearing only a diaper. It felt weird standing in the examination room of a clinic with a diaper on. I then felt the need to tinkle, so I did. It made my diaper warm, and it was now noticeable that I was wet (I had wet a lot—the diaper was sagging). I ran my hand across the front of my diaper and it felt very warm. I liked that, but was worried what the doctor would say. I sat down on the bed that was in there (those beds that are built into the wall), waiting for the doctor to come in.

Five minutes later, the door came swinging open, and it was Dr. Pampus, my doctor. The first thing she noticed was my diaper, and seemed a bit confused. “Wait a minute. Am I in the right room? You’re Katie, aren’t you?” Dr. Pampus asked with a confused voice.

“Y-Y-Yes, Ma’am,” I hesitated shyly.”

“You’re seventeen years old?” 

“Yes Ma’am.”

“You know, most girls your age are potty trained. May I ask why you are wearing a diaper, or am I seeing things?”

“My mom puts me in diapers and treats me like I’m two.”

“Why?”

“Well, because, umm..,” I didn’t know what to say.

“Do you enjoy this?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I like diapers.”

“Well, okay. I won’t go any further with this. I would like to talk to your mom after this, though. You can go ahead and get dressed again, and then I just need to weigh you and check your blood pressure and then we can proceed with your vaccination shots.”  Dr. Pampus said in a very abrupt tone of voice.  I could tell she was not cool with the idea of a teenage girl that wore diapers for non-medical reasons.

After that I got dressed and made my way over to the scale.  While she was weighing me, I pooped in my diaper. I tried to hold it back, but couldn’t, and it was a big load.  I was standing on the scale and felt it coming but could do nothing to stop it from happening.  After the way the doctor spoke to me, I didn’t really want her to see me poop my diaper too.  I tried to be as discreet as possible, but when I slightly bent my knees and clenched my fist and scrunched my face she knew exactly what I was doing.  If she had any doubt, the sound of me grunting and the bulge that formed in my pants left zero doubt in her mind that I had just had a major bowel movement in my diaper as a teenage girl.

“You poop in them too? Oh dear. I think I need to get your mother to change you.” 

“Yeah,” I simply replied, almost on the verge of crying. I didn’t like this doctor. She wasn’t very nice to me. I wondered how she could call herself a doctor when she seemed very impatient and rude. She called my mother back into the room. 

“Well, her checkup went fine. Nothing physically wrong as far as I can tell. However, what’s this with diapers? By the way, you may want to change her, she pooped,” Dr. Pampus said in a snooty tone of voice.

“Oh dear. Luckily I brought an extra diaper along,” my mom said, in a very calm and normal voice. She didn’t even explain why I was wearing diapers, as she laid me down right on the exam table and pulled my pants back down to expose my now loaded diaper and began to change me right there while the doctor continued to talk.

“Aren’t you concerned about this? You act as if it’s no big deal!”

“Oh, it isn’t. I think it’s actually kind of fun. She enjoys being babied. We made a deal with her, and so far, she likes it. I see no reason to be concerned,” my mom replied as she wiped me with the baby wipes and unfolded a new diaper to change me into.

“Well, if she was my child, I’d have her seeing child psychiatrist.” Dr. Pampus said matter-of-factly.

“That’s nice. But Katie is my child and I’m her mother. Don’t tell me how to raise my child. If she wants to wear diapers and be treated like a toddler and it makes her happy and she’s not harming anyone then that’s is fine by me,” my mother said while she finished up changing me. 

After I was changed, she dressed me, helped me off the exam table, and slammed the door. I was surprised to hear my mom say all of that, since I thought she wanted to embarrass me by taking me to the doctor. I guess I was wrong. 

After we got home, my mom put me back in my baby clothes and said I was such a good girl at the doctor’s office. I smiled, and played with my toys, feeling extremely glad I had chosen to go back to wearing diapers.

[underage2004]

Jenny posed for her son's birthday photo. He was turning three today, and although he didn't technically have a birthday, she celebrated his long past due date every year. She'd been just eighteen when he'd been conceived, a senior in high school with a bright future left knocked up and alone by her deadbeat boyfriend. She knew she from the moment she first heard his heartbeat that she wanted her son, but she also knew that she couldn't take care of him as a single mother with nothing but a high school diploma and a dream. She needed more time.

Luckily for Jenny, she had been accepted to the medical program of a top university, and they just so happened to be researching the effects and long-term side effects of multi year pregnancies. She hadn't even settled into her dorm room before she signed up for the study.

Over the course of the next three years, the data gathered by the study led to the creation of a variety of new drugs. An inhaler that improved oxygen intake to compensate for reduced lung capacity. A cream that drastically increased skin elasticity. Pills to improve the speed and efficiency of digestion. And, of course, the most effective birth blockers ever created.

Another significant development was that Jenny had developed something between a clique and a cult around her. Nearly two dozen people all obsessed with pregnancy in one way or another. Some loved to feel their bodies grow obscenely large with overdue babies or multiples. Others used pregnancy accelerating drugs to pop out twins and triplets almost weekly. One girl was practically all womb, a nearly spherical belly filled with more than twenty very overdue babies, unable and unwilling to do anything but be hand fed and passionately fucked by those members of the club who loved serving the whims of the preggos. This certainly wasn't what Jenny had been expecting her time at university to look like, but she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thanks to @danny198725 for submitting the photo for this story. If you've got a picture you'd like to see featured on one of my stories, feel free to dm me! Thanks for reading.

[underage2004]

"Well, this is just great.... I have officially been in labor for a month. But this should help, right? Maybe? .... Didn't think so. Well, as if things couldn't get worse than being a woman in Kentucky right now, employers have discovered something kind of crazy. Like, whose boss isn't a total sadist, right? Well.... this is kind of on a different level. Last year it became mandatory for all women in various sectors to maintain pregnancy to keep their job, everything from education, to health, hospitality, food service.... and fitness. I work at a gym. My boss gleefully came to me eleven months ago and said, 'Better drop that birth control and get that pussy filled up, so it's gushing down your legs all day. Or else I can't keep you here.' I was floored, he never talked to me like that before. I only offhandedly mentioned being on birth control back when he first hired me because he asked if I wanted kids. He said, 'Good call' when I told him. Guess he secretly wished I was a breeder getting forcibly impregnated.....

So, when the law passed, my boss and all the men at the gym turned into jackals. Most of the employees are women. I guess we're secretly eye candy for all the male patrons? Suddenly the respectful climate evaporated and every conversation became littered with crude jokes about getting girls so pregnant they can't walk, mocking girls for getting desirable traits like big boobs and fat asses--calling us all cows or pigs for being attractive to them, and of course casual rape jokes every other sentence. Greetings went from 'hello' or 'how's your day' to 'get that pussy fucked yet today?' or 'want to drink my cum, whore?' or 'damn, you're a nice piece of rapemeat'. It got really intense, and of course between the news and everything going around on YoTube and TikTok you couldn't really stop men from forcing themselves on you constantly. My shifts became less about watching the patrons, spotting them, checking and maintaining the equipment, or giving suggestions on workout routines to roided dudes working out like crazy as they spout the most sexist, objectifying insults, always calling you a breeder whore.... only for them, at their sweatiest and most worked up, to leave the machine and ram their steroid-fattened cock into any hole they pleased. Of course, our state-mandated fertility drugs and other things they sneak in make us so dumb and horny we stopped caring almost immediately about all the forced sex.... It was just part of the job now.

So, our boss had to sweeten the deal. One of us went into labor as two guys fucked her for like an hour straight at ten months.... Our boss handed her a pill and voila, her labor abated. She had contractions and pain but nothing else. She was instructed to take one before bed, and another at the start of her shift. She still hasn't given birth like a month and a half later. I've been in labor for a month and a few days. It's such wonderful torture. The contractions never end. Our pussies and bellies ache so bad all the time. We don't know what's going to happen to us. Will we pop? How long can we actually stay in labor? Our babies will be way too big to pass vaginally in another month or two, if not already..... I masturbate so much just thinking of being pregnant for fifteen months.... sixteen..... two whole years! Endless agonizing labor as our boss keeps encouraging us to fuck dozens of sweaty, brutish men every shift..... I feel like I'm losing my mind. Like my brain might break if I stay in labor too much longer. All of us are starting to lose it, becoming extremely perverted, losing our interests, our intelligence, everything about us except wanting more cock and more pain and more orgasms. I dunno..... it isn't so bad. Maybe we should all just give in, stay in labor as long as possible, and become mindless, writhing, moaning fuck toys?"

[underage2004]

"Oh, thank you for noticing. Yep, they're getting bigger. That's not an issue, is it?" Vallery asked her patient, Caden.

Caden shook his head. "Not at all. I hope it's not weird that I brought it up....."

"No, you're a sweet guy, I can tell. It's not every day a guy reaches out and decides to go to therapy."

"Well, to be fair. I got a DUI, busted up my Jeep pretty bad, and the court kind of ordered I go to therapy for my drinking."

"I see, so, not totally honest with me the last couple times, now were you?"

Caden shook his head. "If you want I can see a different therapist, sorry I wasn't upfront."

"Naughty boy..... getting into so much trouble, and you're only nineteen?"

"You don't look much older than me....."

"I'm twenty-two, but I'm already a licensed therapist on her way to get a PhD. Where are you headed if you stay on this road, smarty pants?"

"Uhhh, a jail cell?"

"Exactly. Or the hospital. Hmmmm, why do you think you drink so much?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I'm lonely, got nothing else to do."

Vallery giggled. "Come on. You've got to pick yourself up! What do you want out of life?"

"Uhh..... to be a fitness instructor, maybe? Help people better themselves?"

"Awesome, just like me! And? Anything else alcohol might be holding you back from accomplishing?"

"Well, dating..... damn, what I wouldn't give to have a girl like you. And your tits are just.... magically growing? Breasts, sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's not magic, silly. I'm a girl of many talents. Yes, I'm a therapist, but I also stream. My fans have been buying me fancy breast-growth pills from South Korea. Amazing, huh? I've gone up like four cup sizes since our first session."

"It's something all right. You grow your breasts just for your fans....?"

"Yep! Awww, don't look so glum. Here!" She took his hand, placing it down her top. "Go on, play with them. I find most men I treat are having great results by giving them a spin. Just be a bit gentle, they're started lactating and they're engorged constantly....."

Caden felt them up, squeezing them softly, but they still sprayed against the inside of her top, staining it. "Shit. Sorry."

"It's no problem. I'm a girl with big boobs, full of milk now.... nothing wrong with a stained top!"

Caden kneaded them vigorously, causing them to spray milk through her top, onto his. "You weren't kidding, wow...."

"See? This is the happiest I've seen you. These things are all the therapy a lot of guys need, apparently.... I guess you'll be excited to know my fans want me to go way bigger."

"How big, exactly?"

"Oh, well, like some Hentai girl. They sent me pictures. Literally filling my lap, spilling over, They want my breasts gigantic."

"And you're just going to do it?"

She shrugged. "Of course! Like I said, I love to help people and make them happy. Tell you what." Vallery stood up, removing her top. She pressed her milk-dripping breasts in front of his face. "Every week you don't drink, you get to play with my breasts and drink from them all you want. Deal?"

"A whole week? But....."

"Do you want to enjoy these huge breasts I'm growing or not?"

He gulped, nodding. "....Yeah."

Valley pushed his head into her breast. "Congrats, now drink all you want, Caden. But you better not cheat. Whenever you think of booze, think of my milk instead, and how fun it'll be to play with these breasts as they get so big I can hardly walk without a wheelbarrow. Don't you want to enjoy them?"

He nodded, sucking on her right breast.

"Good boy.... Anything else I can do to help you stay motivated?"

Caden pulled away. "Uh, can I fuck you?"

Vallery smirked, rolling her eyes. "I was thinking more like a blow job, dummy...."

"Well, looks like I'll be buying a six pack after this session...... maybe therapy's not for me."

Vallery sneared. "No, don't! Rrrrrr, men are such dimwits." She pulled off her shorts, spreading her legs, showing him her puffy wet sex.

"You know what else might help?" he asked, undressing.

"Do I dare ask?"

"Seeing that belly full of my kids."

Vallery blushed hot red. "If that'll make you happy..... I think my fans would love to see me pregnant, too.... And I wouldn't exactly mind having a big belly...."

"See? Win-win. And it'll help these its grow even faster."

"OK, fine, cum inside me, Caden, but you better not drink a drop or no play time. No boobs. No fucking. And I won't let you touch my belly, either."

Caden mounted Valley, thrusting into her as he smiled, grabbing her breasts, saying, "Damn, finally the motivation I need!"

Vallery was genuinely happy for him, but quietly wished all of her other clients didn't need such personal levels of motivation as well.....