Category: diaper fetish

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

My Boss is precisely who you would imagine a CEO. Tall, clean-shaven, and mysterious. Handsome and powerful. Because he keeps his private life away from his business affairs, there are a ton of rumors around the office about his sex life. Ones like his tongue can make a woman blackout in orgasm, and his cock is nearly as thick as long. Because of the rumors, all of the ladies swoon over him, but he’s always very aloof and professional until today.

I was running late to get him his daily report mid-afternoon, and as I dashed into his office, I tripped over his briefcase, which popped open when it hit the floor. Embarrassed by my actions, I tried to shuffle the papers back together and right everything before he could get upset, but as I bent to grab the mess, it wasn’t papers on the floor. Instead, adult diapers with cute little monsters on the front had tumbled out of his briefcase.

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Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Monday, Oct. 3 – 6 PM to 1 AM EST

…continued from part 4

My body was definitely not going to say no to his need.  Holding him and protecting him just like the perfect Mommy, my body was feeling very unexpected tension.  Wrapping my arms around him tighter, trying to send him my emotions through his eyes, he definitely understood what I was feeling.  The question was if I was to be his Mommy, were the feelings reciprocated?

While continuing to suck on my nipple, he started brushing his fingertips up and down my chest.  He wanted to indicate that my feelings were nothing to be ashamed of.  I felt my pussy start to contract aching to feel wanted too.  Coddling him, I no longer cared if there was a distinction.

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VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

So many diapers so little time – Diapering your dick just does something to you. Do you get sexual gratification from wearing a diaper? There is no right or wrong answer, darling. If that dick gets hard while I attend to you or not it doesn’t even matter to me.

I am used to dealing with both types of diaper lovers. Those who just enjoy the process of diapering and those who love to actually get off by cumming in their crinkly diaper.

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Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Thursday, Sept. 29 – 10 AM to 5 PM EST

…continued from part 3

I knew that no matter how I responded to him, he would not say no.  With his mouth open like that, gurgling away like a baby, I figured I had the solution.  So since I was done changing him and he still looked so needy, I pulled him closer.  Then, my strong arms held him tight right against my breast where he could feel warm against my soft body.  Finally, I coddled him and said soothingly, “I’m your Mommy now.”

With him in my arms looking up into my eyes, I never imagined that this could make me feel as good as it was making him feel.  Just like there was a need in him to be nurtured, there was a need in me to do the nurturing.  I no longer looked at him if he was a replacement, feeling his soft body in my arms completely vulnerable he was actually my baby.

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

Small Penis Humiliation

Oh, my goodness, look at that little diet dick. So small and worthless… nobody would want anything like that. I mean what can you even do with something that small? You know, I think it’s best we powder that pecker and cover it up with a pamper! Try to treat it like the little pathetic inch worm that it is. Oh, you get excited when I say an inch. I laugh as I tell you – that isn’t even a snack. Not even a morsel. Absolutely nothing that anyone would ever want to see or play with. A life of solidarity to be covered with your diaper until…… well, I want to play with you.

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Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Monday, Sept. 26 – 5 AM to 12 PM EST

…continued from part 2

It took me a bit of a turn but gradually I gave in.  I did not have the desire to say no.  How odd to find myself giving in to a man who wanted to be a baby.  Still sitting on the floor, legs crossed, looking up at me emphatically to see what my first move would be.  While a part of me felt flattered, all of a sudden I also felt very maternal.  So I asked simply, “Does baby need to be changed?”  He got on the bed and laid back very anxious to get started.

Honestly, I was not sure of how to get started.  But the back of my brain seemed to know where to go even if I thought that I didn’t.  I slowly started to peel off his clothes acting just as if he was a doll completely at my control.  I started remembering how I would change my dolls when I was little.  Before I knew it, he was completely down to his boxers which I felt looked all wrong on him.  I knew exactly what would make it look better.

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Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Tuesday, Sept. 20 – 10 AM to 7 PM EST

…continued from part 1

Without a gust of wind, completely unbeknownst to my understanding, he was in his bedroom right behind me.  But instead of being insistent about asking what I was doing, he jumped down, sat on the floor, and looked up at me with imploring eyes.  He had just gotten home from work so he was dressed in a nice shirt with tie.  He did not say no.  He questioned one word, “Mommy?”

Although he was definitely startled by seeing me holding up the oversized diaper that was in his drawer, the word also had excitement in it.  I had no idea, however, how I was supposed to respond to this.  I had never been in a situation like this.  But – I had heard about this from many of my girlfriends.  My roommate is what many would call an adult baby.  My mind startled as it suddenly came to light that this diaper was his.  Should I allow myself to continue with this charade, or should I say no?

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VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

A Dick in A Diaper – that just has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?  Do you get sexual gratification from wearing a diaper? There is no right or wrong answer. If that dick gets hard while I attend to you that is quite OK. If it doesn’t, that’s alright too.

I am used to dealing with all types of diaper lovers. Those who just enjoy the process of diapering and those who love to actually get off by cumming in their crinkly diaper.

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Beach day for Mama and baby! Little did the dumb diaper boy know he would end up being cucked! We unpacked our things, and Mama laid out on the towel while baby ran to the water’s edge and was splish splashing. In her sexy, pink bikini, Mama watched him play through dark glasses.

Baby ran back, jumping up and down and getting sand everywhere. “I wanna floatie, Mama,” Baby begged. So Mama put the big round inflatable floaty to her lips and blew and blew. Dumb baby clapped his hands until the floatie was big enough for Mama to slide it over his head and rest it on his hips, just about his already soggy swim diaper.

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~~~Olivia ~~~ 844~332~2639~x~226~~~

Mommy’s Little Marty is just so cute.  Any southern Mommy would love him for her own.  He does try so hard to be a big boy, but just can’t make it work yet.  It’s not like he recess so much as it’s he just can’t get past popping in his diaper.  But Mommy loves her little Marty and loves to diaper him.  It takes a double diaper sometimes and rubber pants just in case. Just the other morning I could tell he had filled his pants because I could smell him coming toward the kitchen where I was preparing his breakfast. Shooo-Wee did he stinky.  In fact, so much that I started calling him Little Stinky Britches. It’s all good though because he is my Little Stinky Britches and I love him so much.  This is why I take him by the hand and take him to the changing table. Continue reading “Mommy’s Little Marty” →