Author: Cory

wetting pants

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I was standing impatiently in the endless line for the artisanal coffee stand when my attention drifted to a man near the condiment station. He looked utterly normal, mid-forties, sporting the kind of practical, slightly too-long khaki shorts that scream “I own a reliable minivan and believe strongly in SPF 50.” He was fiddling intently with a massive travel mug, his brow furrowed in concentration, which made him a captivating, if mildly mundane, subject for my habitual people-watching session. Which is essentially my only viable defense against the soul-crushing boredom of waiting for overpriced caffeine.

Then it happened, with a swift, silent efficiency that defied the laws of polite public existence. My eye, tracking the slight shuffle of his feet as he adjusted his weight, caught a dark spot blooming rapidly on the front of those sensible khaki shorts, right where the pocket met the thigh, and it was spreading with an alarming, undeniable velocity. Initially, my brain tried to categorize the event as a catastrophic coffee spill—perhaps a sudden rupture in the travel mug’s sealing mechanism.

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abdl mommy

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I know that silence is never a good sign when Timmy is supposed to be playing with his blocks. When I take a peek in his room, there he is, huddled awkwardly against the beanbag chair. His face is flushed scarlet, avoiding my gaze. I’ve only seen him do this when he’s deliberately done something he knows he shouldn’t have.

As I approach, and the air around him begins to change. The usual scent of baby powder is replaced with a humid, musky heaviness that confirms my deepest suspicion. My naughty boy didn’t hold it, and he certainly didn’t ask Mommy for help. Which now creates a significant problem we have no choice but to address.

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cuck

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I like a little spice, a little mystery, you know? But the guy I just moved in with seems to be settling into this domestic bliss routine, and I’m starting to get a little bored. So, I decided to inject a little excitement into our lives, a little spark. Nothing too drastic, of course. Just enough to keep him on his toes, enough to make him wonder if he’s losing his mind. And what better way to do that than with a little harmless flirting with his best friend?

It all started innocently enough. Just a lingering glance here, a suggestive text there. Nothing he could really point to, nothing that would obviously raise red flags. But it was enough to stir the pot, to plant a tiny seed of doubt in his mind. He started asking questions, subtle at first. “Did you hear from Mark today?” “Did you guys have a good time at the game?” I’d just smile and shrug, playing the doting girlfriend. Letting him stew in his own confusion was all part of the plan.

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abdl

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I’ve just had it with Vincent’s constant mischief! When I entrusted him with the responsibility to wear big boy underpants instead of his diapers, I was confident he could handle it. Boy, was I wrong. I walked into his room and the first thing I noticed was the mess of dirty underpants on the floor! They were literally filled to the brim! He knew better than to disobey me like this. So, it’s time to teach him a hard lesson.

With a stern expression, I call out to him, “Vincent, get over here now! We need to have a talk.” He casually strolls into the room, a smirk on his face that infuriates me even further. “I thought we had an understanding, young man,” I say, in my best ABDL Mommy voice. Vincent is older than me and holds a prestigious job at a law firm, but you’d never know it when we’re together. “No more soiled underpants. Do you remember our rules about using the big boy potty?”

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family fun

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Jorge emerged into my life every so often, bringing with him a fetish that most would consider very taboo: his mother. You see, theirs is a relationship that simply doesn’t fit into any of the neat boxes society has constructed. It was during one of these calls that Jorge first spoke of the attic discovery, a trove of old photographs. He described finding pictures of his mother from a time long before he was even a twinkle in her eye.

These weren’t just any old family snapshots; they were stunning, provocative images of a woman in various states of alluring undress, capturing a bygone era’s essence of beauty and sensuality. I remembered the thrill of seeing them for the first time, a genuine appreciation for the artistry and the raw, uninhibited glamour she exuded, making her truly a regular pinup girl, a testament to timeless allure preserved on faded paper.

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naughty stepmom

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My stepson Johnny is a charming young man with a captivating smile and a hint of innocence in his eyes. We hit it off immediately. I could tell he was inexperienced in many areas of life, but there was a raw, untamed desire in him that I found irresistible. So, when his father went away on a business trip, I decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confessed as I lead him to the bedroom. I could see the nervousness in his eyes, but I also saw the hunger. “Don’t worry, Johnny,” I purred, “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” I turned to face him, my eyes never leaving his. “First rule,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt, “always undress your partner slowly.”

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cheater blog

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The bathroom floor wasn’t exactly my usual five-star accommodation, but with Mark, you took what you could get. We were mid-whatever-it-was when the silence shattered. Not with a shout, but with the soft, deliberate click of a key in the front door, followed by an equally soft, yet ominous, closing. “Honey?” I whispered, because honestly, who else has an extra key to his ‘villa’? Mark froze. He panicked.

Then she was there, framed in the doorway, clutching a grocery bag. Honey, sweet Honey. Her eyes, usually warm and crinkly from years of smiling politely at my questionable garden gnome collection, were now like laser pointers, fixed squarely on me. Not him. Me. It was as if I was the primary exhibit in a very unscheduled, very nude art installation titled ‘Caught Red-Handed: A Neighborly Disaster.’

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giantess

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I’m what they call an Amazon, a Giantess, towering over most men, especially my own father. Dad? He’s a ‘Little.’ Not just short, mind you, but actually, genuinely small. His head barely reaches my knee, his hands are so tiny they fit perfectly in the palm of my own. In our society, women like me aren’t just leaders; we’re the bedrock, the backbone. We build, we manage, we protect. Men, the Littles, often need assistance. So, when I got my acceptance to the Grand Citadel University, Dad went into a panic.

“Who will help me reach the top shelf, Cory? How will I get to work? Who will even get me into bed at night?” He looked so vulnerable, my tiny dad, perched on the edge of the sofa, his little feet dangling. He offered me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. “Stay, my dear. You can control the house, the finances. I’ll keep working, of course, but you’ll be the woman of the house.” It was a tempting offer. A sizable allowance sealed the deal. College could wait. Power, and a fat bank account, were right here.

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abdl

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It all started innocently enough. My friend, Gary – a man whose beard had a beard and whose idea of a challenging morning was deciding between two different artisanal coffee blends – casually asked if I could “help out” for a few weeks. He’d apparently aggravated an old sports injury, which sounded legitimate at the time. My visions were of fetching him an extra-large pizza and maybe a few remote controls. Never did I envision myself becoming, for lack of a better term, his “Mama.”

The first clue was the distinct odor of Johnson’s Baby Powder mixed with something vaguely earthy. Then came the sights. A crib, oversized bottles, a mountainous pile of what I initially mistook for industrial-grade pillow stuffing, but which quickly resolved into absurdly large, plastic-backed diapers. And there, nestled amidst a sea of plush toys and a particularly garish cartoon blanket, was Gary. Not the beard-having, coffee-snob Gary I knew, but a version clad in a pastel blue onesie, sucking on a pacifier the size of a teacup, gazing up at me with eyes that seemed far too innocent for a man who owed taxes.

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sex therapy

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They call me Dr. Cory. I prefer just Cory, though. It feels more intimate. My patients, especially the men, seem to appreciate that. They usually walk in here carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, desperate for a listening ear, a compassionate gaze. What they don’t see, what they could never see, is the coiled viper beneath the serene exterior. A promise I made to myself years ago, after a man, a grown man, shattered my innocence. My revenge, you see, isn’t loud or violent. It’s surgical. Psychological. It’s how I remain in complete control.

Donald was my latest project. He shuffled into my office, a walking bundle of anxiety and vague dissatisfactions. His tie was too tight, his shoulders hunched, his voice a low monotone as he listed his woes: feelings of inadequacy, trouble sleeping, a general sense of being “stuck.” Typical. The moment he sat down, I knew his path. Regression therapy. The ultimate emasculation. We’re talking diapers, pacifier, babbling…the whole shebang. He was the perfect candidate.

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