Other Fetishes

I dont  think  you  ever  do! some periods of time things are ok , but then there are  dark times that  take a real  mental  toll. Glad  i  have a  caring suppport  team .it  the only  way  i get by . btw  i  have  been  diapered  247  for  more the  30 years  now . some how  age  makes it easier  none bats  an eye at and  older  fart  in diapers. 

Ah if it's in the paid versions probably not sorry. As I mentioned earlier Volume 2 was always my least favourite release so I'd probably prefer to share other things anyway. I'm working on a DD story now which is coming together well, and for once has a clear ending point which helps me keep working on it, though I want it to be fully complete before posting.

Th The clo The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, each one echoing in your ears as you awaited Michelle's arrival. You were already dressed in your humiliation, the frilly pink ruffled baby knickers chafing against your skin, the short, sheer lace-hemmed babydoll nightie doing little to hide your nappy-clad bottom. The plastic pants crinkled with every movement, a constant reminder of your predicament. The doorbell rang, and you heard Amy's heels clicking away as she went to answer it. Michelle's voice floated up the stairs, high-pitched and excited. "Hi, Mrs. H! Thanks for having me over again. I can't wait to see David!" Your heart sank as you heard the way she said your name, like you were a child, a plaything. Amy's voice was a low murmur, and then you heard her heels clicking away, leaving you alone with Michelle. The footsteps on the stairs were light, almost skipping, and then she was there, in the doorway, her eyes wide with amusement as she took in your appearance. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Look who's all dressed up for beddy-bye." She sauntered into the room, her eyes roving over you, taking in every detail. "Amy told me all about you, David. She said you like to play dress-up. Isn't that cute?" You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you said nothing, your eyes cast downwards. Michelle giggled, a sound that grated on your nerves. "Oh, don't be shy, David. I think it's adorable. And I must say, you fill out those baby knickers quite nicely." She stepped closer, her eyes flicking down to your crotch, a smirk playing on her lips. "Although, I must say, I expected a little more... bulk down there." She laughed, a sound that was far from kind. "Amy wasn't kidding when she said you were packing all of three inches." You felt your face burn with humiliation, but before you could respond, Michelle's hand was on your diaper, giving it a squeeze. "Oh my, David, you're all wet. Did you have an accident?" Her voice was laced with mock concern, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. You nodded, too embarrassed to speak. Michelle tsked, shaking her head. "Well, we can't have you sleeping in a wet nappy, can we? Let's get you cleaned up." She helped you out of the cot, her hands firm as she guided you to the changing table. As she undid your plastic pants and pulled them down, she let out a low whistle. "Wow, David, you really are packing light, aren't you? No wonder Amy's out with Tom tonight. I mean, what can you even do with this?" She gestured to your tiny, soft penis, a cruel smile playing on her lips. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Michelle laughed, a sound that was far from kind. "Oh, don't cry, David. I'm sure you're still good for something. Maybe Amy will let you watch as Tom fucks her. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Watching a real man pleasure your wife?" She pulled down your wet nappy, her eyes widening as she took in your pathetic, one-inch soft penis. "Oh wow, David, you're even smaller than I thought. No wonder you like to be treated like a baby. It's the only way you can get any attention, isn't it?" She snapped a picture with her phone, her laugh echoing through the room. "Don't worry, David. I won't show this to just anyone. I'll send it to my friends at college. I'm sure they'll get a kick out of seeing what Amy's sissy husband looks like without his clothes on." She cleaned you up, her hands rough as she wiped you down. She didn't bother being gentle, her amusement clear as she dressed you in a fresh nappy and helped you back into your cot. "There you go, David. All clean and ready for bed. Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell Amy and Tom all about our little... chat when they get home. I'm sure they'll appreciate knowing what a good little sissy you've been." As she left the room, you could hear her laughter echoing down the hall, leaving you alone with your humiliation, your tears, and the knowledge that your wife and her lover would soon be returning, ready to continue your torment.       Type your message ck on the wall ticked away the minutes, each one echoing in your ears as you awaited Michelle's arrival. You were already dressed in your humiliation, the frilly pink ruffled baby knickers chafing against your skin, the short, sheer lace-hemmed babydoll nightie doing little to hide your nappy-clad bottom. The plastic pants crinkled with every movement, a constant reminder of your predicament. The doorbell rang, and you heard Amy's heels clicking away as she went to answer it. Michelle's voice floated up the stairs, high-pitched and excited. "Hi, Mrs. H! Thanks for having me over again. I can't wait to see David!" Your heart sank as you heard the way she said your name, like you were a child, a plaything. Amy's voice was a low murmur, and then you heard her heels clicking away, leaving you alone with Michelle. The footsteps on the stairs were light, almost skipping, and then she was there, in the doorway, her eyes wide with amusement as she took in your appearance. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Look who's all dressed up for beddy-bye." She sauntered into the room, her eyes roving over you, taking in every detail. "Amy told me all about you, David. She said you like to play dress-up. Isn't that cute?" You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you said nothing, your eyes cast downwards. Michelle giggled, a sound that grated on your nerves. "Oh, don't be shy, David. I think it's adorable. And I must say, you fill out those baby knickers quite nicely." She stepped closer, her eyes flicking down to your crotch, a smirk playing on her lips. "Although, I must say, I expected a little more... bulk down there." She laughed, a sound that was far from kind. "Amy wasn't kidding when she said you were packing all of three inches." You felt your face burn with humiliation, but before you could respond, Michelle's hand was on your diaper, giving it a squeeze. "Oh my, David, you're all wet. Did you have an accident?" Her voice was laced with mock concern, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. You nodded, too embarrassed to speak. Michelle tsked, shaking her head. "Well, we can't have you sleeping in a wet nappy, can we? Let's get you cleaned up." She helped you out of the cot, her hands firm as she guided you to the changing table. As she undid your plastic pants and pulled them down, she let out a low whistle. "Wow, David, you really are packing light, aren't you? No wonder Amy's out with Tom tonight. I mean, what can you even do with this?" She gestured to your tiny, soft penis, a cruel smile playing on her lips. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Michelle laughed, a sound that was far from kind. "Oh, don't cry, David. I'm sure you're still good for something. Maybe Amy will let you watch as Tom fucks her. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Watching a real man pleasure your wife?" She pulled down your wet nappy, her eyes widening as she took in your pathetic, one-inch soft penis. "Oh wow, David, you're even smaller than I thought. No wonder you like to be treated like a baby. It's the only way you can get any attention, isn't it?" She snapped a picture with her phone, her laugh echoing through the room. "Don't worry, David. I won't show this to just anyone. I'll send it to my friends at college. I'm sure they'll get a kick out of seeing what Amy's sissy husband looks like without his clothes on." She cleaned you up, her hands rough as she wiped you down. She didn't bother being gentle, her amusement clear as she dressed you in a fresh nappy and helped you back into your cot. "There you go, David. All clean and ready for bed. Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell Amy and Tom all about our little... chat when they get home. I'm sure they'll appreciate knowing what a good little sissy you've been." As she left the room, you could hear her laughter echoing down the hall, leaving you alone with your humiliation, your tears, and the knowledge that your wife and her lover would soon be returning, ready to continue your torment.       Type your message e The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the setting sun, filtering through the sheer curtains. The scent of freshly cut roses from the vase on the windowsill permeated the air, a stark contrast to the tension that hung heavy like a storm cloud. You, David, were secured in your cot, the leather straps biting into your skin as you struggled futilely against them. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear, humiliation, and an unwelcome spark of arousal.   Type your message

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