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shellypelle · 2 years

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Soggy Sammy (NSFW 18+)

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Story contains: Wetting, humiliation, cuckquean.

“Lift up your skirt for us, hun.”

Samantha’s cheeks flushed at the humiliating order. She knew what was expected though, and meekly did as she was told.

Her Daddy flashed her a smile that made her heart flutter and turned to the woman standing beside him. “See?” He said, gesturing to Samantha. “I told you she wouldn’t try to take it off.”

The woman shook her shining almond hair and laughed. “I know, I know, but it never hurts to make sure. Babies do all kinds of silly things when they aren’t being watched.” She turned to look at Samantha. “Isn’t that right, Sam-Sam?”

Samantha shifted uncomfortably under the taller woman’s gaze and looked away. “Yes, Mommy…” She didn’t like when the other woman used her husband’s pet name for her. It was something special he’d given to her, and it filled her with fuzzy feelings of affection. Hearing it from the mouth of her Husband’s lover still felt wrong, even months later. It still gave her the fuzzy feelings though. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.

She wasn’t even sure how she ended up like this, dressed in this humiliating toddler’s outfit. They’d dressed her up in what was probably one of the frilliest baby dresses in existence, with a skirt barely able to contain the massive bulk the cloudy white diaper underneath. Topping off the ensemble were the newest additions to her increasingly large collection of infantile accessories, a fat pink pacifier and baby pink bonnet, securely tied about her chin to prevent escape from that particular humiliation.

Samantha’s life had drastically changed when she and her husband had gone out drinking one night, back when she was allowed to do big girl things. One drink had led to another, culminating in a drunken stumble back home in the company of a brunette tigress. Samantha couldn’t remember how or why Mommy had ended up with them. The only thing she actually could remember about that night was crying in wet jeans over the other woman’s lap. Apparently, at least according to Mommy’s version of events, they’d all been about to do “adult stuff” in the bed together when Samantha lost control of her bladder like the overgrown toddler she was. She’d soaked half the bed and ruined one of Mommy’s favorite dresses with her accident. After teaching the sobbing girl a lesson in self-control at the flat of her hand, Mommy sent the chastened Samantha to stand in the corner and think about what she’d done while the adults were about their business. The memories of what came after that made her feel squirmy in a strange way. Wet slapping sounds and moans had filled her ears as Mommy and Daddy “played wrestle” behind her while she whimpered in the corner. Submissive by nature, Samantha had just stood there leaking into her soaked jeans while the more dominant woman enjoyed her Husband’s thick cock all night. They were content to leave her there, and when Samantha woke up the next morning, she was still in the corner with her wet jeans, and Mommy was in Samantha’s old bed, curled up in her husband’s arms.

After that, Mommy and Daddy had exchanged numbers with Samantha watching on in nervous silence. She probably could have said something then. But for reasons unknown to her, she hadn’t. Instead, Mommy and Daddy began seeing each other more and more frequently. Samantha’s position in their relationship diminished with every visit. Maybe it was because she was naturally a timid girl, or perhaps it was the dampness elicited by their treatment that kept her docile and quiet. On their next group date, Mommy had brought a bag of princess-styled pull-ups that she insisted Samantha wear “for her own good.” Shockingly, Samantha’s husband supported the demand. It wasn’t long after they started coercing her into call them Mommy and Daddy.

Sippy cups and bottles replaced her cups. Dramas and browsing on her phone were replaced by coloring books and bright cartoons. Bath salts and fragrances were replaced with bubble-bath and no-tear baby soaps. Martinis and steak dinners became fruit juice and chicken nuggets in the shape of animals. Pull-ups during dates became thick, humiliating adult diapers 24-7. Expensive silk lingerie and revealing thongs became wonderfully frilly dresses and soft infantile onesies. Sex with her husband became a degrading exercise in subservience. She always had to ask her new Mommy for permission, which usually resulted in copious laughter and a night of desperately humping the aptly named pillow “Mr. Squishy”. Even when she was allowed access to her husband’s body, she was so sensitive and excitable from the weeks of denial that she was a whimpering mess within minutes. Her lack of stamina and soft muscles were far cry from Mommy’s incredible stamina and toned body. And now Mommy was living with them, sleeping in the same spot Samantha had occupied in her Daddy’s bed while she herself had been relocated to the bright pink nursery Daddy had created in the old guest room.

Samantha let out a squeak as Daddy lifted her up.

“Dinner time, squirt.” he said cheerfully, throwing his infantilized wife over one strong shoulder.

“What are we eating?” Samantha asked softly, blushing as she caught Mommy smirking at her.

They entered the kitchen and Daddy lowered her into her high-chair. The chair was made of wood and painted an embarrassingly childish purple, with a clean white arm-tray to lock her in place when secured. The chair was easily big enough to hold her and then some, the extra size devilishly created to make her seem that much smaller to anyone who cared to look.

“Well, Mommy and I are having pizza.” He said, sliding her legs in and locking the hinged arm-tray to secure her. “And you,” he smiled, “are having yummy yummy veggie beef stew.” He picked up Samantha’s bib and brushed her long hair out of the way to fasten it behind her neck.

Samantha pulled a face. She wouldn’t have minded regular beef stew but the strained mash she was fed was far cry from the real thing. “Can’t I just have pizza, Daddy?”

“Don’t pout, Sam-Sam.” Daddy said. “Veggies are good for you. You can have some pizza after you eat those, kay?”

Samantha sniffled but reluctantly agreed. “Okay, Daddy…” At least she would get to eat some adult food tonight. Many of her meals now consisted of soft baby mush or cut up fruits and veggies. A lot of it actually tasted pretty decent, but she missed having the grown-up pleasure of chewing your own food.

His face brightened and he reached over to rub her hair. “Good girl!”

The brief contact made her eyes glaze over with bliss. Her diaper grew damp, and she unconsciously started rubbing against the fluffy mass between her legs.

“Careful, hun.” came Mommy’s voice, “Don’t get her too worked up. Just look how flushed the poor thing is.” The other woman’s lips pouted in mock sympathy, and she sauntered over to take the seat next to Samantha. “Why are you so blushy, princess? Do you have a fever?” Her Mommy smiled, pointedly glancing at Samantha’s gently rocking hips.

Samantha noticed what she was doing and stopped immediately. “N-no Mommy.” She sputtered out. Her face burned even brighter. Her libido was so out of control these days she was willing to degrade herself for the slightest hint of gratification. It wasn’t fair, Samantha thought. She was only in this situation because she’d gotten drunk and wet the bed one time, and this… woman had taken things far beyond the realm of reason. For a brief, defiant moment, she thought about tearing off her childish outfit and pointing it out to her self-proclaimed Mommy. It only took another milliseconds thought for that scenario to be thrown out with the bathwater. Defiance would only lead to another spanking and a lesson in her own subservience. A trickle of pee leaked out as the image of her bent over Mommy’s lap, futilely screaming and kicking, flashed through her thoughts.

With a final pat, her husband took his own seat across from his lover. He grabbed the glass of wine off the table and poured himself and Mommy each a generous glass. Smiling mischievously, he reached for the sippy-cup in front of Samantha and filled it with grape juice. Then he picked up the wine bottle again. “Look, Sam-Sam. You can be a big girl like Mommy.” Holding the cap in place to prevent any from actually splashing out, he tilted the bottle over as if was pouring it.

Mommy laughed at the joke, but Samantha merely sat there grumpily and took the sippy-cup as it was handed back.

“Okay, kiddo, nummy-time.” Samantha’s Mommy uncapped the jar of baby food and stuck a tiny, baby-blue spoon into it. They always used actual baby utensils when feeding her. Samantha hated it. The small size just made her meals take that much longer.

Samantha’s mouth operated on auto-pilot as the more dominant woman shoveled spoonful after spoonful of unappetizing mush between her waiting lips. Fighting it would only lead to another punishment later and it was better to get it out of the way as fast as possible. Sometimes the other woman would miss purposely and tut at Samantha for her clumsiness. As always, the end result was a painting of smears and stains on her face and bib. After what seemed like an hour, the jar was finally empty. Mommy patted her face clean with a napkin and grudgingly handed Samantha piece of pizza.

With the “baby” of the family taken care of, her Mommy and Daddy began to talk about work, different projects they were working on, hobbies, etc. Samantha struggled to keep up with the conversation as they ate. She didn’t know more than half of what they were talking about. Once in awhile one of them would flash her a grin or giggle, but they didn’t pay her much mind. The most attention she got during the meal was when her Mommy nonchalantly slipped a few fingers into the legband of Samantha’s diaper for a check. Like normal, she was more than a little wet, but the diaper was deemed satisfactory for another wetting or three before Samantha needed to be changed.

When the meal ended, her Mommy and Daddy pushed back their chairs and helped Samantha from her own confinement. Her Daddy lowered her to the floor and had her crawl after them as they walked to the living room. Samantha’s skirt rode up as she crawled to show the slightly yellowed padding of her diaper.

“What movie are we watching tonight?” Daddy asked, taking a seat on the couch.

Mommy sat next to him, snuggling up close and shooting Samantha a superior look. Mommy didn’t like when Samantha sat on the furniture, claiming it was just a leaky accident waiting to happen. Even sitting like an adult was now off-limits to the deposed wife. Samantha felt a pang of jealousy as she crawled to her own designated spot on the floor, a velvety soft nursery blanket decorated with letters from the alphabet and baby animals. Mr. Squishy and her stuffed animals were there too, of course.

“I was thinking something… racier? You know… to get us in the mood for later.” Mommy purred seductively, finger tracing the soft skin of Daddy’s neck.

Samantha bit her lip jealously and made an unhappy noise. Both at the helplessness she felt, and the fact that they weren’t going to be watching Beauty and The Beast like Daddy had promised. She was so far gone she didn’t pause to consider that the movie in question may be less important than her Husband’s blatant infidelity.

Samantha’s daddy leaned back and enjoyed the efforts of his lover’s attentions. “Mmm, sounds hot.” He murmured through lidded eyes.

“B-but Daddy,” Samantha whined. “I thought we were gonna watch Disney tonight?”

He lifted his head in remembrance and gently pushed Samantha’s mommy away. “Oh, that’s right! I forgot, sorry about that kiddo.”

The other woman’s lip curled with displeasure and Samantha felt a thrill of triumph at the small victory. That thrill turned to confusion, then to dismay a moment later as her husband stood up to retrieve Samantha’s tablet. It was always kept on the top of the book shelf now, too high to reach. Little girls shouldn’t have access to electronics and the internet unsupervised after all.

He squatted down to unlock the device and handed it to Samantha. “There, now you can watch your movie, and Mommy and I can watch ours.” He grinned and ruffled her hair before sitting back on the couch.

“What a great idea,” Mommy crooned gleefully. “What I had in mind wasn’t really appropriate for Soggy Sammy anyways. She probably wouldn’t know half of what was going on.”

Samantha lowered her head in defeat and watched as her already sodden diaper swelled just a bit more to accommodate the stream of pee elicited by the degrading remarks. Thoroughly demoralized, she laid on her stomach and started to watch. The opening music was just beginning to play when the “adult’s” movie started.

Mommy’s “racier movie” turned out to be a full-blown pornographic video.

Samantha knew what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to be the humiliated, beta-female in the house. The degraded wife, diapered and infantilized, expected to play out that role and watch her age-appropriate movie like the good submissive girl she was. So as the vulgar moans and grunts began emanating from the television, Samantha did her best to keep her eyes glued to the small screen in front of her. It wasn’t good enough.

Barely 10 minutes passed before the temptation overcame her submissiveness and she furtively peeked up at the big screen, hoping she wouldn’t be noticed. Samantha’s lips parted in a small O of shock when she saw the TV.

A handsome, well-built man’s ass gyrated violently as he repeatedly thrust pistoned in and out of the groaning woman before him. She was bent over the side of their bed, being held in place by her shiny black hair. The woman’s legs shook as what was probably her third or fourth orgasm trickled down her legs in a flood of arousal. The camera angle shifted and Samantha gasped silently. Another woman was in the room with the mating pair, looking on in futile jealousy. At the very barest glance, she might have been said to be dressed like a maid. Velvet white stockings with lacey trim and a black garter belt decorated her legs, with a matching pair of gloves over her small hands. She even wore the stereotypical headband seen on many westernized “French maid” costumes. The comparison ended though at the ridiculously short skirt and bared chest of her dress. Black sleeves with white lacy frills at the shoulders were all that comprised the front of the dress, leaving the woman’s breasts on clear display. A leather collar around her neck connected with chains running through metal rings in her nipples. The chains joined at the lower portion of her midrift before snaking down between her legs and back up to connect with a metal ring drilled into the wall. The short and raised hem of her skirt left her bare pussy on full display. Despite her clearly servile position, the woman being fucked was grinning widely at the bound woman. Tears rolled down the maid’s face as she tried to reach between her legs, foiled every time by a sturdy set of handcuffs positioned beneath the chain between her legs. Frustrated sobs and whines mixed in with the other noises in the room as she tried to relieve herself. The best she could manage in her situation was tugging on and rubbing her inflamed clit against the chain’s links. Evidence of her exertions glistened on the teasing metal.

“Look, dear. The baby’s watching,” came Mommy’s voice.

Samantha turned towards the noise and realized her Husband and his lover were both staring right at her, smirking. She squirmed under their attention, trying not to show how much she was enjoying the sensation of her soaked pampers squishing against her buzzing kitty.

“Do you like Mommy and Daddy’s movie, Sam-Sam?” Her Mommy cooed, running her fingers up and down the outline of her husband’s engorged member. The other woman turned back to Samantha’s husband. “Since soggy Sammy here likes the movie so much, how about we head to the bedroom so she can watch the rest without any… interruptions.”

Samantha’s pussy clenched as her husband responded by sweeping his lover up in his arms.

“Sounds good to me,” He chuckled.

“Enjoy the movie, sweet-pea.” Mommy gloated as she was carried away. “I’ll change you out of those pissy pampers later when I’m done with your Daddy.”

They walked off and closed the door, leaving Samantha alone. Heart pounding, brain on fire with a heady concoction of need and pure shame, Samantha immediately pulled Mr. Squishy between her legs and began to rock her hips against him. She’d probably be spanked later for not asking permission, but she didn’t care. Spankings were for naughty girls, and that’s exactly what she was. A naughty, pathetic little baby, humping her diapies while the adults fucked in front of her…

New, quieter moans quickly joined the ones playing on the TV. The erotic sounds mixed obscenely with the melodic noises of singing and cartoonish voices from Samantha’s tablet. She hugged her inanimate partner tightly and buried her burning face in the soft cushion. Her desperate humping quickly scented the air with a combination of her own urine and the sweet, gentle smell of baby powder. The smell only heightened her peaking arousal, and the humiliation she felt as she realized it sent a jolt through her aching cunt. Listening to the grunts and moaning of her Mommy and Daddy, pathetically rubbing up against her own piss and dressed like an overgrown toddler, Samantha knew deep in her submissive, infantilized brain, that she was exactly where she wanted. And it felt incredible.

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shellypelle · 2 years

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The Quean (NSFW 18+)

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Author’s note: Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of content recently. I’ve been super busy IRL and have been dealing with some stuff mentally that makes it difficult for me to get motivated. Anyway, enjoy you little diaper sluts.

She was enviable. She was successful, a high-ranking member of an up-and-coming technology firm. Her business savvy and intelligence had brought the company up from nothing. She was beautiful. She turned heads and enflamed passions where she walked. Her confident stride and swaying hips watered the mouths of men and women alike. She was eloquent. Her voice tugged at the soul and her words could spin gold from lead. She was enviable.

She was sitting in her play pen, wearing thick layers of diapers, futilely rubbing at the plastic shield covering the swollen padding. She watched in envy of her own as her wife pushed the head of her secretary down between her legs. She wasn’t sure if the sound came from herself or the prostrate form of her wife. The sound represented lust. Unbridled and pure. Her crotch gave a pang and she whined into the cock shaped pacifier, mittened hands slipping over the pink plastic locked around her. She was dressed to resemble an oversized toddler. A small white T shirt that barely reached the taut muscle of her stomach colorfully inscribed with the words “I Love Mommy”. Her breasts hung perfect and unused, nipples engorged and tingling. If only she could just grab them. Just for a little. Anything to send that decadent rush of pleasure to her denied cunt. She wore 3 layers of plain white diapers and a pair of locking plastic pants, the combination preventing her from feeling outside the soggy prison with any real meaning. The “play pen” around her was littered with the toys Mommy had picked for her. Rattles, building blocks and teething rings lay haphazardly scattered amidst plugs, beads, and other, more phallic objects. She was expected to “play” with each and every one of them before the night was over. Arranging the alphabet blocks into sinful things that expressed her frustration. Grinding her frustration against the stuffed animals. And moaning piteously as she wrapped her lips around the teething rings and more adult themed items before trying futilely to use them for their intended purpose. All of it captured by the nanny cam installed specifically to watch her fulfil those tasks.

She’d craved humiliation. Secretly, from afar. She’d never wanted to admit it. Even when she’d gotten married, and they’d made a vow of absolute honesty. She hated the rush of blood she felt from the dismissive looks, the teasing words, the sneers and the denial. She hated it, and she loved it. The hate was what allowed her to love it so. It let her experience the full breadth of the pleasure. She knew what it was to feel the power, the respect, and what it meant to have it stripped away. It made the gut churning, cunt clenching, face burning fun that followed all the more enjoyable. She still wasn’t sure what had given her away. Was it a message? A URL she’d forgotten to delete? Something she’d murmured in the thrall of depraved dreams? It didn’t matter. Her partner had discovered it, and that was that.

The lithe figures of the breathtaking women before her changed positions. Mommy was wearing her big girl toy now. A girthy 7-inch ridged dildo bouncing obscenely just before burying itself into her current lover’s warm folds. She felt her own emptiness tighten reflexively as she watched. The memory of toy inside her eliciting small quakes of longing. It had been a little more than a month since her last release. A little more than a month since she had begged her Wife’s lover to “pleasure her” on the changing table. She began to move her hips like she had that day. Trying to grind her need into the wet diaper like she had. This time though there was no hand to help her, and there were three diapers. There was no release. It was the only way she was allowed now. At the hand of her wife’s lover in soiled diapers. She remembered begging, as she was expected during every change, asking very nicely like the little princess slut she had become. Her eloquence perverted into high pitched and lisping tones that carried no more meaning or thought than the desire to cum.

Her wife was still intimate with her. Dressing her in outfits that amused her the moment she arrived home. Feeding her at her breast while gently kneading the crotch of her diaper. Strapping her down during changes and exploring her body with all manner of devious techniques and devices. Even allowing her the rare privilege of using that eloquent tongue between her Mommy’s legs. Yes, her Mommy was VERY intimate with her. She never let her cum though. Despite all the edging. All the whining, all the frustrated tears shed from her eyes and her leaking slit. She was never allowed to cum at her wife’s hand. Not anymore. She fucking loved it. The two women abruptly convulsed, arching their backs in the shared experience of a monumental orgasm before collapsing onto the bed. She grabbed clumsily at one of the phalluses surrounding her. It was green and molded into a lifelike representation of the real thing. Carefully, she gripped it as well as she could and began to pump it against the plastic covering, miming the act she hoped would be repeated on her later that night. She had to show them she was a good girl. She had to show them she deserved it. She had to show them that she was worth more time than a diaper change and a teasing finger. Her Mommy rolled over and gave her a smile that lit her features up with undisguised affection. Her eyes narrowed to slits as a spurt of hot pee escaped, and she continued to play. She was so, so very frustrated, and loved. She was happy.

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shellypelle · 2 years

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🍼" You’re Too Little To… “🍼

” Aw, baby. You’re too little use the grown-up potty. Sit on my lap, relax, and go potty in your diapee/pull-up. I’ll help you if you need it. “

” Do you need to go potty? Oh no, you’re too little to use the grown-up potty. I’ll take you to your little potty chair. “

” Let me cut your food up for you, sweetheart. You’re too little for such big bites. You could choke! “

” Here’s your bottle, baby… lay in my lap, you’re too little to drink it yourself. We don’t want it to spill on your clothes, do we? Let me hold it for you. Just put your hands on your tummy and relax~. “

” Uh-uh-uh! Those are adult clothes! You’re much too little for those! Let’s get you in a snug diaper/pull-up–after all, we don’t want you having an accident in big kid clothes~. Stains are hard to get out. We’ll find you more age-appropriate clothes too. “

” Uh-oh, did someone make piddles in their diaper/pull-up? Aw, don’t cry. You’re too little to know when you have to go potty. Let’s get you cleaned up. “

” Nap time, baby~. What’s that? You’re not sleepy? Don’t be silly, you’re too little to go without a nap, you’ll turn into a fussypants. “

” You know the rules; you hold my hand when we’re out. You’re too little to wander around by yourself. You stay by my side at all times. Or do I need to put you in a stroller? “

” Oh no, baby. The public bathrooms are for adults. You’re too little for those. Just go in your diapee/pull-up, and I’ll change you as soon as we get back to the car. “

” You’re too little to check yourself to see if you’re wet or messy. That’s my job~. And no, you can’t change yourself. “

” In the back seat, let me buckle you in nice and safely. Of course I’m using the child-locks. What’s that? You wanna sit in the front? Nuh-uh, you’re too little! “

” Oh, you silly baby! You’re too little to dress/undress yourself! Let me help you. “

” I bought you a nice, big playpen to put you in, so I can keep an eye on you. You’re too little to wander around the house without my supervision! You could get into things you’re not supposed to. “

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shellypelle · 3 years

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Uh-oh. Mama's got that special grin on her face again…

I'm staring up at her from the suds of my bubble bath, watching as she draws near with a twinkle in her eye and two folded rectangles of babyhood in her hands. "Hey there, baby," she coos, placing that subtle but oh-so-tingle-inducing emphasis on the final word. "Look what Mama brought you tonight! Do you know what these are, sweetie?"

God, this woman knows how to push my buttons! My voice is already a trifle shaky as I blink up into her merry eyes. "They're, they're diapers, Mama…" "They are, aren't they?" she beams, glancing appraisingly over each and then back at me. "Such a smart baby! Now, then: Mama has a little game she wants to play, sweetie. You like games, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," I quaver reluctantly, wary of precisely what sort of game – and what consequences – might lie in wait for me. But Mama clearly is going to play with me regardless, and, well… why deny here something she's going to take anyway?

"Tell me, baby," she smiles, holding the two diapers up before me. "Which one do you think is prettier?" Prettier? I stare at the contrasting choices, the pink cartoonish sweetness of the BunnyHopps alongside the prim, professional, navy-blue stripes of the Abena. "Umm… dat one," I gesture at the first, even as I wonder if I'm making a mistake. Is this a trick question?

"Yeah? You think the pink bunny one is prettier? Good choice, baby!" Mama enthuses, glancing down brightly at the offerings. "Now, then. Which one do you want Mama to put you in tonight?"

"Dat one!" I'm emphatic with my pointing finger, wanting there to be zero doubt of my choice. No pink bunnies for me! I'm a boy, after all! But even as I point, Mama is already cocking her head in surprise. "Hmm, really? That's so strange, baby! Why wouldn't you want to wear the pretty one tonight?"

"'Cause- 'cause it's girly," I assure her in no uncertain terms. "Really? What makes it girly, honey? Which one would a little girl baby wear?" But it's so obvious, Mama! "Da pink one! 'Cause it's pink- an' it has a bunny- an'- an' stuff…" I finish lamely, but she's already giggling at my logic. "Baby, you're so silly! There are lots of boy bunnies, sweetie. And lots of boys wear pink shirts, even great big grown-up men! So just because you're a boy doesn't mean you don't wear pink things, you silly baby…"

"Bu- but-" I begin, but Mama cuts off my protests with a knowing grin. " Then again, maybe you're right, baby. Maybe as soon as I'd put this pretty pink diaper on you, you'd actually turn into a little girl! Aww, wouldn't that be so fun, sweetie? We'd put you to bed in a nice frilly onesie, and tomorrow we'd get you a sweet little dress and some hair ribbons, and we'd put your hair up in the sweetest little pigtails…"

"N-no! Please Mama, noo!" I wail, and she bursts into a gale of laughter at my panicked expression. "No? You're sure, sweetie?" "Yes, yes," I babble, splashing in my anxiety at the terrifying thought of being dressed up like one of those sissy babies I've seen online. "Please, Mama, please don't-"

"But girly things are cute, sweetie! I know you'd look absolutely precious in a cute, pink diaper tonight," Mama giggles, and then bends closer with a suddenly conspiratorial whisper. "Tell you what, baby. If you ask Mama nicely to put you in this girly bunny diaper tonight, she promises to let you suck on her boobies before bedtime."

Wha- Ooh, Mama, you're- you're mean! Mama knows precisely how much I long for those special times when she pulls me close to her warm breast, when I open my mouth and accept her tantalizing nipple and feel myself transported back into the infantile world of wordless pleasure and bliss. It's quite possibly the most intense and intimate kind of play we do. And if all I have to do is- is wear the bunnies…

She merely laughs at my confused, longing expression and plants a kiss on my blushing face as her voice drops into the husky register of a no-nonsense mommy domme. "Say it, baby. Beg Mama for the bunnies. Beg her to put you in the pretty, pink, girly dipie. Beg her for it, and tell her nice and loud about just how much you want it…"

I can't deny it. Even though I shiver at the thought of the girly, pink humiliation that will soon be wrapped around me, there is no question in my mind about what my choice will be… and so I open my mouth to form those shameful words. "Please, Mama… please, can- can I wear the bunnies? I- I want the pink bunnies, Mama… I want a pretty pink dipie so bad…"

Say what you will, but my Mama knows exactly how to play a game.

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shellypelle · 3 years

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Just a Little Love Story (NSFW 18+)

*** DISCLAIMER *** The adults depicted in this story are consenting and over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, click away now.

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He smiled as she walked in. “Are you ready for movie night, sweetpea?”

She walked forward, wincing slightly at the crinkling melody accompanying each step. “Yes, Sir,” she paused, “but…”

He raised an eyebrow. “But…,” he let the word hang, gently prompting her to continue.

She clasped her hands behind her back and looked down. “But, I thought we were going to do, uh, more fun stuff I guess…,” she gestured down at her attire.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her close. “We are going to do fun stuff, baby girl. We’re going to watch your favorite Disney movie! “

She frowned, “But that’s not what I-,” she squeaked as he pulled her onto the couch, holding her in his lap. She pouted fiercely at the indignity, pulling a face as he looked away to grab the remote.

“I saw that, crinkle butt.”

A shock raced through her. She forgot he could see her through the reflection on the TV screen! Squirming inside, she looked away airily. “See what? I didn’t see anything.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “Oh, nothing. I guess it must have been my imagination.” His eyes twinkled and he started the movie.

She quickly grew engrossed with the television. Seeing the colors more than half a dozen times before did nothing to diminish her fascination with the bright colors and sounds. Time passed and she relaxed, resting her head on his shoulder. His hand reached up to brush her hair. She hummed softly in time with the songs and giggled at the character’s antics. Subconsciously, her thumb began to work its way to her mouth. She felt him grab her delicate wrist to stop the motion.

“No, sweetie, here, you can use this.” He proffered his own thumb. Butterflies tickled her insides as warmth surged to her face. She meant to say something but found her words blocked by the thumb suddenly occupying her mouth. Meekly, she began to suck.

“Good girl.”

A few minutes passed. His hand was on her thigh, slowly inching its way up. Her stomach shivered as the movie continued to play. Slipped his fingers into the fluffy lining of her diaper. She whimpered. He held his thumb in her mouth, robbing her voice. She was leaking into her diaper now.

“Shh, baby. Keep watching the movie for me. Look, did you see that?” His breath was tickling her neck as he began to nibble her earlobe. His fingers began to rub in circles, caressing her special button. “You’re a little wet, hunny. Did you have an accident?”

She moaned and shook her head in denial. She began to suck harder, running her tongue over his thumb.

“Aww, it’s ok, punkin. I know you’re too little to know when you need to go. That’s why you wear such adorable undies.”

Her breath was coming in little pants now. She could feel something coming. She looked into his eyes as he continued to rub her, begging silently.

“Are you going to have another accident?” He took his thumb out.

She was rubbing herself against his hand now, trying to hold onto the wonderful feelings coming from her kitty.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

He held her close and began to stroke her hair. “Go ahead, baby. Let it out in your diapers. It’s ok.”

Her eyes scrunched shut and she moaned into his chest as she let go. He whispered things to her as she found release. That she was his beautiful princess. That she was just a silly, wet little girl. That she was his precious star. She crumpled against him, breathing hard. He pulled his fingers from her diaper and pressed them to her lips. She knew what to do, sweetly cleaning herself from his fingers with small laps of her tongue. Her face was flushed. The movie had ended at some point and he reached for the remote.

He shifted his legs and lifted her up, resting a hand on her bottom. His eyes were simmering now, uncontrolled urges roiling beneath. “Time to get my little one to bed.” His voice was hoarse, rumbling. “But let’s make sure you’re nice and tired first.”

He carried her away.

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