2011

I've kind of have done this. I'll wear a thicker disposable all day, and I like the feeling and the economics (getting my money's worth) of filling it up. So when it's getting in the afternoon (after I've been wetting it all day), I'll use warm water for the rear tha normally wouldn't get wet. It's not as big of an issue these days, with my newer tactic. When I first diaper up, I'll lay down and let the pee soak up in the butt area. Same goal, just natural. Now that usually doesn't completely fill the back area, so I might add water, as well, to really go all the way. A few times, when I added the water, I did have the press out. That one time, though... I had it filled to the brim, but just shy of press out. I was damn near it heaven... For a bit. Unfortunately sitting on what felt like a couple pillows worth of diapers, slowly made me sore.  Anyways, have fun with that.   Stay padded my friends, MixerOp

I'm having some misgivings about this chapter, but I think I can resolve my concerns going forward.  Enjoy. Chapter 24 Be a Good Little Girl Tonya I stared at the floor in front of me as Mommy opened the door and we walked in. I heard her voice, it had a hint of pride as she spoke, “Everyone? I’d like you to meet my little Tommy. Tommy? This is Miss Sarah and her baby girl Shelly.” I stared at my shoes as I twisted my foot. I heard the new woman’s voice, “Awe… Look sweetie? He’s wearing an outfit just like yours? You two could be sisters.” When there was no answer, I lifted my chin a little to look. “Shelly” was hugging her mommy and she was patting his back, comforting him. It seems maybe Shelly was feeling as nervous as me. Then I felt a gentle tug on my wrist. Mommy spoke in a soft voice, “Can you say hello to Shelly and Miss Sarah? I’m sure they don’t bite.” Then a pause as she turned to look at the other couple and asked in a teasing sort of way, “You don’t bite do you Shelly? Not a cute little girl like you.” Shelly peeked at us and shook his head. Then a meek little voice said, “No Ma’am. I’m a good girl.” Suddenly Miss Beth clapped her hands and spoke in a loud but cheerful voice, “Well… Katherine tells me that dinner is ready. Let’s get better acquainted over her delicious cooking.” She turned and strode out and across the front entryway. I watched as Miss Sarah and Shelly followed, then Mommy took my hand and gently tugged. Katherine was holding a door open to the dining room as Miss Beth strode past her. As Mommy and I entered, she was at one end of a rectangular table. She gestured with her hand as she spoke, “Sarah darling? You and your little Shelly on that side… and Carole, you and Tommy over here.” As I looked at the place settings, I felt another spurt of pee. Three normal chairs, but two HIGHCHAIRS!! And they were on opposite sides so Shelly and I would be facing each other! Shelly seemed to comprehend at the same time, but Sarah was already gently pushing him to sit and reaching for the locking tray. I couldn’t see his immediate reaction, Mommy had stepped in front of me, and her hands were gripping my bare arms. I sucked faster on my pacifier as I looked into her eyes. She smiled and whispered softly, “Here we go now… let’s get my little girl all safe and comfy.” I was whimpering and trying to speak, “Buth… mummy… I …” My mumbled words fell on deaf ears as the loud, CLICK.. CLICK… CLICK… of the latching mechanism engaged the tray, trapping me in my infantile seat. That same feeling of helplessness and being trapped overwhelmed me and I had to clench my muscles to stop another spurt of pee. Then a fluff of cloth and Mommy’s breasts leaned close as she reached behind my neck to fasten a bib around my neck. I smelled a whiff of her perfume and then she gently lifted my chin to smile as she simply stated rather matter-of-factly, “Can’t let my princess get her pretty party dress messy.” Then she moved to the chair on the side next to me and I looked across. It was ALMOST like looking in a mirror. There across from me, Shelly sat in a similar chair, with a bib around her neck, but no pacifier. He/she was blushing almost as red as I’m sure my own face. Suddenly Miss Beth’s voice broke in on my embarrassment, “Well isn’t this CHARMING! A nice ladies’ night. I must say Ladies, you both look delightful, and so do your little girls.” I blushed and wanted to protest, shout even… I’m not a GURL!!! I… I just wearing this cuz Mommy wants me too! But I didn’t say a word. Instead, I sucked my pacifier. I was sure an outburst would NOT be in my best interest. Mommy would be upset, and Miss Beth…. I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to drag me over to the playroom and paddle my bottom. So, I stayed quiet as Mommy and this Sarah woman accepted her praise and reciprocated the compliment. After a small show of modesty on her part, Miss Beth picked up a tiny silver bell and rang it for Katherine. Katherine pushed in a fancy serving cart and started taking plates and setting them in front of us. But when she reached to put mine on the tray in front of me, Mommy interrupted and reached for it, explaining, “Here Katherine… little Tommy needs me to cut up his meat for him first. Poor little thing can’t do it for himself.” All Katherine did was hand her my plate of food and answer, “Of course Miss Carole.” I felt myself blushing as everyone else at the table looked at Mommy and me. Being the focus of everyone and having them thinking I’m too little to even manage my own dinner had me squirming. I realized my diaper was getting rather wet. I hadn’t flooded it, but several times now I’ve felt a spurt or two. My eyes locked with Miss Beth’s for a moment, and I felt myself blushing even harder. It was in that moment I realized, as I squirmed, that my cock was hard. Not just a semi… but rock hard!! What had Mommy said that time? “Aww you have a humiliation fetish!!” I felt thankful that the tray of my highchair was hiding what must be an obvious bulge in my diaper. I’m sure this dress wouldn’t hide it otherwise. My hand bumped against the tray, and I realized I was reaching for my crotch. I was about to grab my diaper in front of all these people, but the tray had prevented me from doing so. But my cock was still throbbing as I looked at Sarah, so I tried to close my legs. But no, I had forgotten, Miss Beth’s highchairs had some sort of support for the tray, between my legs. They couldn’t close completely. For now, at least, my cock would have to go untouched. … Shelly was allowed a knife to cut his own dinner, which added to my humiliation. I’m the only one that wasn’t trusted with a simple table knife. Another thought came to mind as I chewed, staring across at my counterpart. I wonder if HIS cock gets hard at this situation? Or is it locked in a chastity cage? Would that mean I’m the only one here with an erection? The only one that actually has a cock right now?? Another way that I’m the oddball-out in this gathering. Mommy’s voice broke in on my thoughts as she touched my arm, asking me, “Tommy? Is your dinner okay?” I blinked a moment and nodded as I replied, “Yes Mommy… the pork is delicious and I love the green beans.” She smiled and suddenly Shelly spoke, “Nu uh… green beans are YUCKY!!!” Everyone looked at Shelly and her Mommy giggled a little as she apologized for her outburst, “Now Shelly! Be nice!” She wiped her lips with a napkin and added, “She gets that from her cousin Sammy. Sammy actually spits them out even. I always make sure to have some strawberries when she comes for dinner with my sister.” Mommy chortled a little, “I seem to remember Shelly there loves strawberry milk drink. Did you bring some for her tonight?” Miss Sarah shook her head, “Not tonight. But after dinner I’ll have to take her aside to breastfeed her. Just as well, Shelly loves Mommy’s milk better than even strawberry.” I stared in a little shock. She’s actually lactating? Feeding her… her Shelly actual breast milk? My eyes instantly stared at her chest. She wasn’t huge, but her tits did look on the swollen side. My hand bumped against my tray again. I had unconsciously reached to grab at my diaper again; and my legs wanted to close in against my cock as the idea of drinking breast milk had me lick my lips. Mommy tapped my plate, “Finish up your dindins sweetie. Then you and Shelly can go play.” I took another bite as I listened to the three ladies talking. I chewed slowly as Miss Sarah explained the positives and negatives of lactating. A part of me was interested and as my mouth slowly chewed, I kept wondering what it would be like, living with Mommy, having her breastfeed me, being her little darling. … Finally, dinner was over and Mommy removed my bib and was unlatching the highchair tray that had me trapped. I heard Miss Sarah tell her Shelly, “Shelly, be a dear and take little Tommy with you to the playroom. Behave and Mommy will be along in a few minutes.” Mommy was kissing my forehead and gently turning me towards the door. I felt a soft pat on my pantie-covered diaper as she spoke, “Play nice sweetie.” Before I realized it, Shelly was holding my hand and leading me out the door towards the entry hall. Halfway across the hall, it dawned on me, I was holding hands with another man. I jerked my hand away reflexively. Shelly looked so much like a little girl I had forgotten for a while. But ‘she’ had a cock. A cock that may be locked in chastity, but still… a guy with a cock and I was holding his hand!! “She” hadn’t reacted at my suddenly jerking my hand away. Just continued across the hall and opened the door to the sitting room. About halfway across the sitting room, she said the obvious, “The playroom is in here. Let’s see if we can find some toys to play with.” She opened the door, walking through and leaving it open. As I entered, she was just sitting down on the playmat and reaching for a dolly in a pink sports car. I sat down next to her. I remembered that when Jack and Jill and I were alone, we had an open discussion. I had a thousand questions, so I asked the first thing that came to mind, “Shelly? Are you trans? My Mommy said you… you’re a guy… but…” She stopped playing with the dolly and looked at me. She shrugged and answered, “Not really. I’m what you might call…. ‘fluid’” She continued, “I’m a guy, I jerk off, I like video games and stuff. But I also like playing dressup, and pretending I’m a little girl, still in diapers.” I nodded slowly and asked for clarification, “So… you’re more a sissy?” She shook her head, “Labels are tricky. Some folks think ‘sissy’ means gay, but not really. Some think ‘sissy’ means effeminate, and I’m a bit like that. I like pretty panties, but only when I’m in diapers. I’m not really into guys or ‘daddies’. I love my wife, but I’ve always had a diaper thing. Over the past couple years, we’ve explored and worked things out. Sometimes I’m her husband, her little boy, or even her little girl.” I tried to understand as I looked at her face. I could see the male features, but it wasn’t overwhelming. Yes, I could see that face playing video games or watching football. But why would a guy… “Why do you let her put your cock in chastity?” I bluntly asked. He blushed a little. He took a deep breath and explained, “Well it WAS her idea, but I do it. It started out when her sister wanted to try babysitting. I wanted to go along with it, but…” He fell silent. This must be hard for him. I realized talking with another man about this must be difficult. He looked at my crotch. I was sitting cross-legged and my pantie-covered diaper was obviously visible. He kept his eyes on my crotch as he took another breath. Apparently, he couldn’t bring himself to look me in the eye as he continued, “Tom, my cock is the same size as when I was about six. It’s barely two and a half inches, and I have a premature ejaculating problem. Sarah was the first woman not to make a big deal about it. And I was scared to have Julia babysit. I was scared I’d embarrass myself, and… and I hated the idea of climaxing in front of my wife’s sister. So, when Sarah suggested a cage, I went along with it. It helps me… helps me with my ‘little problem’.” He made air quotes when he called it that. I could see it was hard for him to admit this, especially to a guy he’d only just met. A guy also wearing a diaper and frilly dress, but still a guy. All at once, I felt sympathy for him. I remember guys in school, always bragging about their conquests. Nobody talked about their sexual failures. This guy must have endured a lot of heckling. After a pause, I asked in a softer tone, “So… you’re worried that Miss Beth, or my Mommy might… might be overwhelming and you… you put it on yourself?” He still didn’t look up as his fingers played with the hem of his dress. He nodded a little as he answered, “Yeah. And we have this agreement now… when I don’t… when I don’t have a cock, I’m her little girl and get to wear pretty things.” Then he added in a whisper, “To be honest, without it, the first time I was left with Miss Beth, I would have creamed in my diaper. And I’d rather nobody but my wife make me do that.” I remembered Jack, freely jerking off. We all had different reactions; different attitudes about sex and our personal kinks. Then in an effort to help him feel better, I admitted, “Every time I see Miss Beth, I end up wetting myself!!!” He giggled and looked at me. In our confessions, we bonded. He smiled at me and I felt myself grinning. He winked at me and asked, “Does her paddle really hurt that much?” I shook my head in reply, “Not as much as Mommy’s wooden spoon!” His eyes lit up a little as he explained, “My Mommy uses a paddle. My auntie-J bought it for her. Once a week, if not more often.” “Ouch!” was all I could say to that. But then I asked, “You get in trouble that much?” He shook his head as he reached for the doll in the sports car. He said, “Sometimes… but if I don’t get a spanking for being naughty, then I get one once a week for maintenance. It’s a way to remind me who’s the little boy and who’s the mommy.” Then he smiled at me and added, “But the maintenance ones are more symbolic. Maybe just four or five swats. Not like when I’m naughty. Those are a lot more serious; I end up crying pretty bad.” Suddenly the door opened and Miss Sarah came in, she smiled and spoke cheerfully, “Okay Shelly dear. Time for milkies. Then it’ll be time to say goodbye to your little friend. I watched as she sat on the small loveseat and her baby Shelly crawled over to her. I stared as her fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her bra. And without any hesitation she bared her breast for Shelly. Her little girl crawled between her legs and nuzzled her breast for a moment as Miss Sarah gently palmed Shelly’s head and let her suckle. I stared at them, mesmerized. Miss Sarah didn’t seem to care that I was watching. My hand drifted between my legs as I felt my lips quiver. Watching Shelly nursing, I wanted to suck on something. And my hand gently rubbed my stiff cock inside my diaper. I heard a quiet whimper and realized it was me. I suddenly wanted my Mommy; wanted her to cuddle me and bring me my pacifier to suckle. And my cock wanted… wanted attention. “Hey sweetie, let’s get that diaper changed before we go home,” said a voice that made my heart swell. It was Mommy!!! She was in the playroom doorway. I jerked my head to look at her as I cried out, “Mommy!” She walked past me and went to the piles of diapers in the corner of the playroom. I watched as she picked up a pink one. Pink? Of course… I’m a little girl tonight… She smiled as she walked back to me and kneeled. She smiled as she announced loud enough for the other two to hear, “I see you…playing with mister peepee again? Lay down so we can get a dry diaper for mister peepee.” She reached and gently pushed my pacifier into my mouth as she pushed me to lay back. I panicked a little as she started tugging down my panties, “mummy?? In fwont of Selly???” She just smiled and kept tugging until my ankles were tangled with the panties. As she reached for the tapes of my diaper she just said, “Now princess. I’m sure Miss Sarah has seen babies get their diaper changed plenty of times.” Then I heard Miss Sarah, “It’s okay sweetie… Shelly’s busy with her milkies.” I looked over at her just as I felt the cool air against my hard cock. Mommy’s fingers were wiping my balls with a baby wipe when Miss Sarah commented, “Oh my…. Tommy’s little clitty is bigger than Shelly’s. But it does look cute, standing at attention.” I whined as Mommy took her time; I was sure she was wiping me slowly just to show off my…. my ‘clitty’. I shifted my feet a little, but the panties kept my ankles together. I was achingly hard when Mommy declared, “Well, this one is ALWAYS playing with it. One reason why I keep her in diapers, so she doesn’t get ickies everywhere.” I felt a tap on my hip to lift and Mommy put the pink diaper under my bottom. Her hand held it down against my cock as she pulled the tapes together. Then as she tugged my panties back up my legs, Miss Sarah said, “Did you hear that Shelly? Your little friend likes to play with his clitty, just like you.” I heard a whimper from Shelly, then someone’s high heels. Miss Beth announced, “It’s been a wonderful evening everyone. I’ve put together a couple of gift bags for the little ones. They’re next to the front door.” Then she turned to Mommy and me and said, “And I put the things from Tommy’s basket into a little shopping bag for you to take with you.” Mommy asked exactly what I was thinking, “You mean Tommy gets to wear his pretty dress home?” I gulped, sucking my pacifier faster. Miss Beth just smiled, “Yes, of course. Don’t worry, he can bring it back when he comes to work on my system. We agreed on three playtime hours for each two hours of work, right Carole?” Mommy nodded and said, “Yes, that’s right. But we’ll have to work out a schedule when the work can be done. We’re also dealing with Tommy moving in with me.” Three playtime hours? That’s three hundred dollars’ worth of baby-sitting for two hours of work? That’s…. that’s one hundred fifty dollars for each hour of work!! Mommy was dealing with the business side of things. Just like she said the other day. And she just told everyone that we’re moving in together. It’s official now. I was happy. When I looked over at Miss Sarah and Shelly, she was fastening up her top as Shelly sat on the floor, hugging her leg loosely. … I was grateful it was dark outside as Mommy led me to her car. But the cool night air gave my bare legs goosebumps. After leaving Miss Beth’s driveway and turning onto the main road, she asked in the dark, “So? What do you think of Sarah and Shelly? Did you talk with Shelly while you were playing?” I reached and took my pacifier from my mouth to answer, “Certainly interesting. He’s not gay, but… but he likes to play little girl it seems.” In the passing headlights of an oncoming car, I could see Mommy nod as she spoke, “That’s true sweetie. There’s a whole spectrum of sexuality in this world. Don’t forget that.” After a couple miles of silence, she asked the question I was expecting, “So, do you think you’d like to dress up as a little girl again sometime? You DO look cute, but I’m not going to push it. You tried it for me, and that’s just what I asked sweetie. All you need to do is ask me sometime if you’d like to try it again.” And there it was… just like the spanking stuff, she was leaving it up to me. It was up to me if I was going to get paddled more, and it’s up to me if I’m…. I’m going to play ‘little girl’ again. I didn’t answer right away, in fact, I didn’t answer her at all. But after another couple miles, I did ask, “Can I stay with you tonight? Then get me back to my place in the morning?” I could hear the smile, even though the car interior was dark, “Of course. How about once we get you in a cute nightie, Mommy feeds you a nice baba to help you relax?” I felt my head nodding as I answered softly, “Yes Mommy… I’d like that.” … I was nervous walking from her car to her front door. It seemed my white and pink party dress was practically glowing in the dim streetlight. If someone happened to look this way, I’m sure they would wonder about my outfit. I didn’t even want to think what the ruffles across my bottom would look like. Once inside, Mommy turned to me and pulled me close for a kiss. I let out a small ‘eep’ as her tongue thrust into my mouth. Clearly, we would be having sex soon, so long as I don’t screw up. When I felt her hand grip my diapered bottom, I held her tight and ground my hip against her, my bulging diaper rubbing against her dress. As our lips parted, she leaned back, while still holding my hips against hers. She smiled and whispered, “Let’s find my baby girl a little babydoll nightie. But we’ll keep your pretty panties and bonnet. Okay?” And without waiting for an answer, she took my hand and headed for her bedroom. Walking with a raging hardon made me waddle a bit, but I followed obediently. As Shelly would say, “I’m a good girl.” In the bedroom she gently turned me around to unzip my dress and helped me shrug out of it. Without a word she turned to her dresser and opened a couple of drawers, searching. She found a sheer lace ‘baby-doll’ nightie and gathered it to put it over my head. As she lowered it, she mentioned, “Now… not too rough with this darling, it’s delicate and you might tear it.” I looked down at it but didn’t have much time to take in the sight. She gripped my arm and led me to her vanity, saying simply, “Sit here sweetie and Mommy will fix your makeup.” MAKEUP!?!?! But…. Her hand was a blur as it found some small brush and I watched in the mirror as she brushed something on my cheeks. As she reached for something in a long tube, she was explaining, “Don’t worry, I won’t do much. Just a little blusher and a bit of eyeliner to make you look a bit sexier.” She lifted my chin, so I stared up into her eyes as she applied something around my eyes. Then her hand reached and she explained, “Now pucker up, I think a nice pink for those pouty lips.” When she was finished, I looked in the mirror. With my hair covered, the only real way to know I wasn’t a girl was my flat chest. The nightie hung loose, poorly fitting in the bust area. I felt a little scared as I stared at myself. Was it that easy? Just a little makeup and a dress and I’m… I’m looking like this? As I stared into the mirror, her voice broke in on my shock. She was standing up straight, looking down at me as she said simply, firmly, “Look at me.” I looked up at her face. She smiled as she gazed for a moment. Then she said, “Oh yeah… I’m not into women that much, but I am DEFINITELY going to fuck you tonight!” When she said that, I realized something and got worried. My cock had deflated. I was so upset about being feminized like this, I had forgotten how horny I was less than ten minutes ago. But she wanted to have sex and all I could think to say was, “Okay… I’ll… I’ll try…” She frowned a moment and asked, “What do you mean by that?” I blushed as she reached for my crotch and found my diaper not bulging any more. I could see some disappointment in her eyes. She spoke softly, “Damn! Okay, but I still need to cum. Are you willing to help with that?” I blushed at my sudden inadequacy and just nodded, whispering my reply, “Yes Mommy, I’ll help.” She bit her lip a moment and said, “Okay then, stand up and close your eyes. Keep them closed.” I obeyed of course. I heard her moving about, then her voice was right in front of me as she said simply, “Lift your foot.” I did so, and I felt her slipping some panties or something over my foot. Then, “Now the other.” Then whatever it was, she was sliding it up my bare legs. As it tugged around my crotch and against my bottom, I asked, “Mommy?” All she said was, “Shh… just a little bit more….” I felt her tugging and I realized I had some sort of harness over my diaper as she tugged it tighter. Then her arms wrapped around me and her lips were pressed against mine again. We kissed for more than a minute as I felt her pulling the harness. As if she where jerking me off, but holding the harness instead of my cock. As her tongue darted in and out and her hands cupped my bottom, I felt my erection coming back, but this time it was trapped… restrained. Her hands gripped my arms and pushed me away. She was completely naked and her eyes were smoky and half glazed as she whispered, “Now Tonya… fuck me until I beg for mercy.” I looked down and gulped. It was a strap-on. She had put a strap-on harness over my diaper and I now had a lifelike, eight-inch dildo poking from my crotch towards her. I blinked and looked at her, but she was already holding both my hands and backing towards the bed, pulling me with her. “But… but Mommy????” was all I could think to say. All she said was, “It’s okay Tonya, girls love to play with toys when we have sex together. Now put that thing inside me and screw my brains out.” She had her legs apart and was dragging me between them. When I got close, her hand reached and grabbed the object of her lust and urged me forward with, “A little more… there… now just push. Ughhhh… GOD that feels GOOD!!!” Her hands gripped my butt as she growled, “Now grind girl… grind your clit against mine!” I felt her hips thrust upwards against mine and I felt my cock press in the diaper against the front plate that held the dildo. Soon I was whimpering and grinding, unable to get much satisfaction, but clearly Mommy was enjoying it. “That’s it girl… see? Girls like to have fun too… Harder Tonya… that’s it….there… keep….” I was humping now; her hands slipped under the back of my nightie as her legs wrapped around my hips. If my cock was inside her, I’d probably have cum by now. But being restrained, my movements just made me more desperate, humping faster. I heard her cry out as her grip tightened, she was climaxing. But I was still desperate, I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to cum so I kept trying. The result was she looked up at me and nodded. It wasn’t long and I felt her grip grab me again as she came again. After that she found her voice as she pulled my head down alongside her ear. She whispered, “One more time Tonya darling. One more time then I’ll suck on your cute clitty.” All I could do is whimper and struggle, sweat breaking out as I exerted myself even more. Finally, she pushed me away, begging, “No more… I can’t… no more darling.” She gasped as I rolled off, catching my breath. The exertion and lack of motion against my cock had denied me. I was catching my breath as she sat up and leaned over me, putting a hand on my chest. With a heavy sigh she said, “Good girl! Now just stay right there, Mommy will make it better.” Make it better… there’s that phrase again… Mommy was going to make it better. I lay with my eyes closed, catching my breath as I felt her fingers undoing the harness and sliding it from my legs. I heard her fussing with it a moment, then felt her hand on the front of my diaper as she whispered, “Does my little Tonya want Mommy to suck this? Suck your pretty clitty?” Her gentle fingers were refocusing my blood flow. I spread my legs to give her more access. Her hand slid up and down, rubbing the panties over my diaper, against my balls and cock. Her voice whispered, “Say it sweetie… Say you want Mommy to suck your clitty.” Without opening my eyes, my desperate cock was straining again, so I whispered, “Please Mommy… Please suck my clitty.” My obedience was rewarded. Her fingers tugged my panties down my thighs and tore the tapes of my diaper open, pulling down the front of it. I felt the air as my cock sprang up, finally free and so eager. Then just as something touched my lips, her soft voice spoke, “Of course darling, I’ll suck your clitty if you suck this…. Open wide now…” I whimpered, my lips pouted as I felt the wet, round tip of the dildo rubbing against them. I hesitated and pursed my lips shut. The result was Mommy gripped my balls firmly and whisper, “Come on Tonya, all little girls need to learn how…” My lips parted a little and it slid barely inside my mouth. It tasted of her. My reward was immediate, “Good Girl!!!” Then I felt her warm mouth take my cock inside. I heard her lips slurp up and down and then off. Her tender voice, “Like this Tonya…”, then her mouth was over my cock again. I tried to suck on the dildo a little as she held it, but my hips were eagerly lifting to her mouth. Good God… she’s teaching me to… Please Mommy… I don’t want to be gay… oh God… her tongue… ungghhhhh…. After the long evening of excitement and nearly constant arousal, I came pretty quickly. She gently squeezed my cock to get every drop as she pulled the dildo from my lips. My eyes were clenched as I climaxed, then my whole body went limp. I was confused but my cock was finally satisfied. A part of me wanted to rip everything off and storm out. But I didn’t, I lay there as she tugged the diaper from under me. I wanted to scream, “I’m not sucking any God DAMNED COCK!!!” But I remained silent as she tapped my hip and I lifted to let her put a fresh diaper on me and tug the panties back up. I wanted to roll over, turn my back on her. But when she gently climbed alongside me and palmed my head, I latched onto her nipple and suckled. A part of me desperately needed to talk this out with her, but I suckled and fell asleep. To Be Continued  

Mostly food.  I did pick up some more space books as a reward for the extra hours I've been putting. I spotted a couple of jerseys that I wanted to add to my collection on eBay, but unfortunately, they are not in my budget at the moment.

Has Ted Cruz been seen at the airports?

Everyone stay safe as this winter storm comes in. Expecting most ice here in Texas just hope we keep power