Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

dreaming about pressing my tits against his bare back while i kiss along his shoulder and neck, one hand gripping his throat tightly, the other reaching around to very slowly jerk him off as i encourage him to buck his hips if he'd like to, very softly whispering in his ear "don't worry baby, this is all about making you feel good, anything for my sweet boy"

Extraordinary Ordinary Women #82-24

THE ADULT LITTLE : UNINTENDED DIAPERING

On most “Dates” you’d expected to give flowers or a few other miscellaneous things and go out instead your here restrained in an oversize metal crib and diapered too . You should’ve seen the plenty apparent warning signs from a mile way but you let your dick do the walking on this one and here you are . After your dinner you should’ve just gone home and politely declined the drinks at her place but you had take the initiative and go here thinking you could get layed on your first date before you know it she had slip something in your drink and you were out like a light waking up here dazed and surprised at what happened diapered and restrained ,I hope you’re proud of yourself. She seemed like a nice woman cute little older than you like but her personally really sold it for you but you never bother to ask her interest’s or what she had in her back rooms but now you know . Waking up here your still groggy from the drink and quite stiff almost numb you can’t help but feel around your waist the diaper being full and soggy and moist from presumably a night of messing it but you don’t remember that you were still out from the spiked drink . As you begin to come too you felt something you didn’t want to you began spontaneously messing the same diaper which was already wet you tried stopping yourself but you couldn’t you where quite distressed about it but you couldn’t stop it .

Soon she would enter your little room greetings you good mornings and said it in a careful, demeaning way as if you were an infant . She stared intently at your messed diaper and then promptly changed it for babbling on like you were her child . You watch your limp legs were raise as she changed it and felt uncomfortable about it . As she finished she said she would be back soon to feed you and before leaving the room she would bring out a pacifier gag and put it in your mouth locking it around your head and then left the room . You would look at the roof in disbelief at what was happening to you and wondered way . But as you did trying to rationalize it you would hear something through the walls it was her , saying the same things to someone in an adjacent room to presumably another victim like you at that point you realized it was a lot worse than it was . Soon enough she would return and would feed you a warm bottle It want them warm and that disturbed you finding all of this really uncomfortable but you couldn’t do anything about it now. After finishing feeding you she would gag you again and ask you to take a nap to past the time before leaving you. As you lay their you again overheard her speaking to your horror another victim in another room and didn’t know what to think anymore .

As time passed with you being stuck their you would lose track of time and days begun to mess together as they continued your mind began to go on you as a side effect to the warm bottles she’s been giving you and your messing had continued to worsen for you going through multiple diapers a day now . After long enough you would lose hope of ever leaving this place a adult again and became resign to your fate but you never dwelled on it as you’re mind and faculties begin to Flee you regressing your mind back and see when you would find yourself unable to think of higher things as your mind was altered by the bottles . you still knew what had happened to you and your previous life but didn’t care and couldn’t consider it anymore as you’re mind became simple . Finally at some point you just accepted your new reality of being this way and couldn’t care less . At one point a new victim another man joined you in your little room in a adjacent oversized metal crib he was just like you before but you paid him no mind and eventually he would join you and reached the point where you where at . Eventually you and the others would be allowed out of your cribs and brought to the living room to play with one another all at similar levels of regression and you played like your assumed ages . This would become your life now living as a little of a complete stranger living out your days in Regressed blissfulness constantly messing your diapers and being infantilized to no end and you could at this point care less what became of you as you were a little now .



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!”

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