Why Does This Look So Good But So Hard To Finded

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!”

My dick is on lockdown! While her pussy is open for business!

It was the end of a long day. Chilled wine, evening sun and boot worship.

Be ready. Always. No hesitation or digression.

Well-Dressed Women #132

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