Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Cruel Summer

“You’re cuter than I expected, diaper girl. I figured you must be, well, not this, to let your boyfriend—I mean, Daddy—turn you into some sniveling, whiny sexless baby!”

This felt nothing like your fantasies. You shudder in utter humiliation.

“Awww, too embarrassed to talk like a big girl? Or is it just hard to talk with your paci in, little one? Don’t worry, you look adorable in your diaper! I’m sure your diapers are worth losing everything!”

Coming up with a response—any response—to her proved to be impossible. All you could do is look down in shame, covering your beet-red face, sucking violently on your pacifier.

“You know, your Daddy asked if I wanted to be your Mommy! Can you believe it? Like I’d actually want to be responsible for some brat's oversized diapers! He said you even poop in them! Do you know how ridiculous and pathetic you are?”

“No, I’ll never be your Mommy. I just want to fuck your Daddy. Unlike you, I’d never be this,” she sneers, waving her hand at you, “pathetic. Like, you actually let your Daddy dress you like that and went outside in that? What kind of woman lets that happen to her?”

“You know what, don’t answer that, diaper girl. No woman would ever let that happen to her. But you’re not a woman, are you? No, you’re far, far too cute to be a woman. You’re just some oversized toddler, aren’t you?”

You continue to stare at the ground.

“No, no, no. I asked you a question, little one. Answer it.”

“Y-yeth,” you moaned, barely audible.

“What was that? I could barely hear you,” she growled.

“Yeth, ma’am, I-I’m n-not an a-a-adult,” you whimpered through your paci.

To your surprise, she shivered. “Oh my gosh, that was so hot to hear! Is that why your Daddy enjoys this? Does he get off on how pathetic you are?”

You look away, “I-I d-don’t know, m-ma’am…”

“Ugh, this is a rush!” she thundered, “you know what, turn around, I want to check that diaper of yours, baby.”

Before you can react, she’s kneeling down, two fingers jutting into your diaper. “You’re soaked! And this diaper is ridiculously thick; do you actually wear these all day? Ugh, why am I so turned on by how pathetic you are?”

“Hey, you two!” Daddy sang, coming outside, “looks like you’re becoming fast friends! How’s her diaper doing, babe?”

“It’s soaked! How does she pee that much?”

“You’d be surprised! My little pamper packer is an expert in filling her diapers! So good, she decided to go pro and do it full-time!” Daddy beamed.

“I can tell! And, babe, I’ve decided…I want to be her Mommy! This is so hot!”

Daddy’s face lights up in joy. “Did you hear that, Princess! You got a Mommy! I told you she’d love you!”

“Babe, let’s go…celebrate. Can she come and watch? I want us all to be together…as a family!”

“Of course,” Daddy says, embracing her in a deep, passionate kiss.

You watch them kiss, red-faced and more humiliated than you’ve ever been in your life. You know you’ll never experience anything like that again.

You have your stuffies now—when Daddy permits it. You shudder, wondering if Daddy will make you do your humpies in front of her, too.

You’re being dragged off by Daddy before you can dwell on it, Daddy and—ugh, your Mommy, now—giggling and touching each other the entire way to the bedroom.

Daddy plants you next to the bed, your diaper squishing loudly as you hit the floor. “Stay there, Princess. But absolutely no big girl fun, okay? Maybe you can make humpies for us after, though!”

That smile ... how happy she is about the pain she is about to inflict ...

It was supposed to be a regular night. You being tucked in bed by your babysitter at 7:30. You know, the usual.

But here you were, being changed by someone you’ve never even met in the middle of a party. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your babysitter decided to take advantage of the open house. What choice did you have but to go along with it? Nobody ever listened to you. Nobody cared what you had to say. The only thing that mattered was the state of your diaper.

Her friends could not get enough of you. They’d never met a diaper boy in real life. They couldn’t believe someone your age actually lived life without any trace of adulthood. Spending all his time in diapers. No chance at any sexual freedom.

You’d think they’d want to spend their night drinking and partying. And they did, of course. But you were the center of attention. Your diaper was checked way more than necessary. You got more diaper pats than ever before.

You were paraded around in so many outfits before they settled on what they called the “Tommy Pickles” look. They watched too much Rugrats growing up apparently.

It was hard enough to have your babysitter around. She was beautiful and loved teasing you, especially during diaper changes. You always went to bed filled with insatiable arousal.

But this—this was worse. You were surrounded by beautiful girls. Being touched, teased, and titillated. You’d never felt more infantilized. And you live an infantile life.

Then it happened. Your babysitter finally decided it was time to change your diaper, much to the girls’ delight. Her friend begged her to “change the diaper boy!”

So here you were. Mid diaper change surrounded by a group of beautiful girls laughing at you. Laughing at your “little guy” hidden under your diaper. Up way past your bedtime.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.

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oh to sit in a restaurant and push my nails up a cute boys thigh, rest my hand in his crotch and feel his erection straining against the fabric while he desperately tries to keep quiet, praying that no one will notice

I’m so hungry for a shy boy in bed… I want to tie his hands to my bed posts, strip him off his pants and see him turn crimson red in the face when I look at his body like it’s the most delicious meal I’ve ever seen. I want him to moan and squirm when I touch his hard cock the first time… begging me to stop but his body language will tell me otherwise.. slight thrust against my palm and later in my mouth. I want him to whimper and sigh, be noisy and desperate. I’m hungry for the look on his face when I slide his throbbing cock inside my pussy and feel him all the way in. When he tries to hide his face or bites his lips to muffle the moans I just part his lips with two fingers and force his mouth open, make him unable to suppress all the sweet sounds he makes while I ride him. What I want is a boy stripped off all the worries and thoughts that make him think he has to act cool. Act ‘manly’. I want him to lose a fight against boundaries and give in to the pleasure I cause. And I want to hear him cry my name as he cums.