marxthebaby

Tsuyu smiled. “It’s okay; if someone sees it, just say you were hit by a quirk or something. It’ll be easy to pass it off that way.”

Mary chuckled to herself. “I dunno. Barbara’s just so...fuddy-duddy, you know? I like Barbie better. Not that you look much like a barbie..besides the blond hair.” She muttered, smiling a bit wider. Clearly, the nickname was going to stick. Maxie nodded, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to implement their plan. “Yes, actually! There’s a nice place just a few blocks down the road from here. We always go there.” They always went there as kids, because there were children’s menus and lower prices for people accompanied by children. Barbie didn’t need to know that she’d be the child.

What? He stared at her in pure confusion. “I’m an adult.” He replied, tilting his head off to one side, “I walked in by myself, ‘cause I wanted to see.”

Tsuyu took off her undergarments and pants gently. She got out a package of diapers and taped one up around the other girl’s waist, giving her a fresh skirt too, just barely long enough to hide the diaper. “There. Now you won’t have to walk around in wet pants all day.”

Tsuyu would have moved, but saw Momo just went in her pants. She carefully took her hand and led her back to her own room, laying her on her back. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

Aizawa stares at her in pure confusion. “Parents? I don’t have any. Besides, I’m not here to stay, I’m old enough to take care of myself.” He muttered, shifting on his feet again, not realizing how childish he looked.

Aizawa had just walked into the daycare. He’d shaved the day before, so he looked much younger, and his baggy clothes made him look small. Squirming on his feet, he glanced around out of curiosity.

I’m very, very interested. Is it okay if I’m the baby?

I’m very interested in this~.

Tsuyu was inside and trying to pee. She did, for her credit, try to hurry but couldn’t exactly rush things. She got out too late after flushing and saw that Momo was waiting. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were waiting.”

Aizawa was simply walking around and saw the daycare he didn’t notice before. It looked interesting, so he went inside, not realizing that Mt. Lady was working there.

Millie blushed when Daddy cooed, and the cute other baby ran head-long into her. She stumbled back a bit and bumped her own head on the table, and while it did hurt, she only sniffled a little, not bursting into tears. The sloppy kiss made her giggle; Rosie clearly had good intentions, even if her head did have little boo-boos now. ”Dis manys.” The sissy baby replied, a faint blush covering her cheeks, holding up one finger in response to the question. Millie did recognize Margarita, though. She was pretty nice, someone from work he didn’t interact with much, and she wondered if Margarita knew who she really was. Probably not, but the idea of anyone finding out was thrilling! It made her thing feel funny in her diapers. Her whole face was burning up, and the pretty woman’s motherly, gentle voice was like music to her ears. When she grabbed her and the other baby-her new friend! she was nice, loud but very nice!-too, Millie smiled. “T’ank you.” She chirped, before gazing up at Margarita, head tipped off to one side.

Daddy chuckled again, this time softer, intermingled with moans as his baby girl mewled like a kitten at him. God, she was too adorable. He kissed her all over, pressing his lips against her cheeks, her neck, her chest, and then to her own lips. “You’re perfect, baby. So perfect.” Daddy murmured, thrusting in harder, grunting in pleasure as he felt her walls clench around him. “Love you so much, baby. I’m gonna reward you and cum inside, but don’t you go spilling any, okay?” He told her, his voice playfully serious as he shivered, getting close. Daddy let his perfect girl thrust against him, practically begging to be filled up. Her voice, the way she rocked up against his body, those adoring baby-blues of hers looking up at him just like this; she was like an angel. He did cum inside her, thrusting in as deep as he could go, letting out a shuddering breath as he filled her up with hot, sticky cum.

Millie liked being in his arms, her head resting against his muscular chest with a cute little sigh. The brief diaper-check didn’t bother her, and the familiar dampness of her diaper served as a reminder she was just Daddy’s sissy baby. She looked up at the sight of the four women downstairs her eyes sparkling. They all seemed nice and Daddy said they were playmates! Though she was a bit shy, her apprehension quickly faded as Daddy bounced her on his hip and introduced her to them. When the heavyset and beautiful woman with brunette hair said she was adorable, she beamed in gratitude. “Hi, Daddy’s fwiends! An’ thank you!” The sissy lifted her head, trying to be more confident, “I wike bein’ cute.” Her eyes sparkled as Daddy looked down at her. “An’-an’ it’s vewy nice to meet you. I’m Daddy’s good sissy baby giwl!” When Alice talked about having a new little sister, Millie perked up and nodded eagerly, “Yeah! I nevew had a big sistew! Daddy, Daddy, can I sit wiff the pwetty wadies an’ say hi-his? An’ show them how cute I am?” She wondered, staring up at him with heart-melting baby-blue eyes and batting those long, dark lashes of hers, all this paired with her pouty pink lips and wavy blond hair. She was clearly using her cuteness to her advantage.

I’m okay with this as long as we also do an rp where my character is babied too

Daddy lined up his cock with her dripping, wet princess parts. “That’s right, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna get his stick in you juuust right.” He told her, before shoving it inside her now saliva-slick and wet pussy. He thrust inside nice and hard at first but rode it out, trying to be gentle. “You like that, baby girl? You’re doing so well for Daddy, taking him like this. He may have to reward you more often.” God, she was beautiful. Daddy likes seeing his baby girl so vulnerable and cute, all soft and sweet like this. It felt good, knowing he was the one who got her to behave in this way.

The sissy baby gave him the bath toys like a good girl, “All clean!” She cooed, clapping her hands after they were put away. Millie shivered happily as Daddy cleaned off her princess parts, and stood up for Daddy after he told her to, allowing him to wrap the big, fluffy pink towel around her body and dry her off. Millie giggles after he takes her into the bedroom, setting her down, and gives her bottom a swat. As she was told, she got Daddy the nighttime diaper she wanted. It was the thickest one she could find, and would be clearly visible no matter what she wore on top. She even got a second one, to layer on top of the first so she’d be only able to walk with Daddy’s help. Happily, the little sissy baby also grabbed a comfy fleece onesie, with hearts all over it. It was warm, short-sleeved, and had a lock on the zipper in the back so Daddy could lock her into it. Hearing him call her a good girl made Millie smile. “I good baby!” When he lifted her up onto the changing table and asked if she wanted cuffs and straps while Daddy changes her, Millie nodded her head. “Wanna be cozy an’ safe. No owies.” After Daddy got his baby settled, she soon fell asleep in his arms. Three long weeks after the funeral, spent in equal part mourning and moving on, baby Millie woke up in her crib after hearing talking downstairs. She had taken a short break from being Daddy’s sissy to help take care of stuff (even though Daddy said she could relax and be a baby, she just wanted to be Daddy’s helper and played lots of grown-up pretend these past few weeks, assisting with finances and more), but now she was back in her diapers and baby clothes, drinking formula and sleeping in her crib for Daddy. Drooling, Millie stared at the mobile above her head. It was so nice and pretty! It had sheep, and played a pretty song. When Daddy walked into her room, Millie cooed joyously and grabbed for him, eagerly sitting up with a huge, overjoyed smile, “Daddy, I heard people downstairs! Can I go down wiff Daddy? Pleeease?”

Maxie didn’t say a word and instead watched as the much tinier woman went over to the bed, protesting to being called Barbie. It was so cute, seeing her try keeping control of the situation despite her clear need for sleep. After Barbie-she couldn’t be called something as stuffy and adult as Barbara anymore, in Maxie’s opinion-went asleep, she started downstairs and helped her sister hide the plastic, multi-colored Easter eggs around the house. After the small woman awoke from her nap, Mary was there to greet her with a chipper, “Good afternoon, sleepyhead! Did you sleep well, Barbie?” The happier twin was excited to get things going.

Maxie smiled when she mistook her for her more childish sister; this could be fun. Barbara..this petite woman certainly didn’t look like a Barbara, so from now on she’s going to be called something completely different. “Nice to meet you, Barbie. Think you should take a nap now? You look tired.” She told her, keeping her voice chipper. Chuckling, she took the woman by the hand and led her upstairs and into the room, pointing to the bed as though she really was just a child. “C’mon, go take a nap. You’re practically asleep on your feet, and that’s a big no-no!” Mary, on the other hand, was rummaging around in the fridge. “Maybe we could all go out for dinner later... I’m hungry, and there’s barely anything in here. What a pain.” She complained, rolling her eyes like she’d seen Maxie do so often as she put her hands on her hips.

Mary tried helping out with her bags, seeing the much smaller female struggling and taking pity on her. She smiled, skipping over to the kitchen after helping out very easily, much taller and stronger than her babysitter. “Just tell me if you need help. I like carrying things!” She declared, giggling. “Okay! Here’re the rules!” With a flourish, Mary handed over the paper that had been left out on the table. Very clearly, it lined out several rules. None of them too unusual, just the typical “bedtime at ten, no soda before bed, don’t let them use their phones before bed or they won’t sleep well enough” type of rules. Maxie was just anxious to start babying the tiny woman. However, she knew their charge probably wouldn’t take it too well at this point. Besides, it’d be much more fun if they pranked her later. With that in mind, she rolled her eyes, popping a stick of gum into her mouth and cracking it loudly. “Ugh. What does mom think we are, five? Whatever. At least the rules aren’t crazy.” She muttered, pretending to be annoyed.

The girls waiting for her were each fifteen years old. Maxie, the ringleader of the twins, was making sure the supplies were ready; this was going to be the best prank yet! Usually, getting babysat at this age would be way too embarrassing, but Maxie had a couple ideas to keep the power in their hands. Her more innocent-looking twin sister, Mary, traipsed over to the front door with a yell of, “Coming!” after the doorbell rang. Much to both of their delight, the babysitter was shorter than them even while wearing high-heels! It was too cute that she was trying to look big. Mary smiled down at Barbara. “Hi! I’m Mary, and this is Maxie! It’s super nice to meet you! Mama says we need to show you the rules around the house, so do you think you can come into the kitchen? She put a list of rules on the table.” She lies through her teeth, knowing full well that the rules are-as a matter of fact-fake, and for this hapless babysitter rather than the two of them. Maxie pretended to be exasperated with her supposedly less-mature twin’s antics, rolling her eyes. “Seriously, Mary? What’re you, five? Don’t be so..annoying.” She scoffed, acting the part of the “typical” teenage girl.

The sissy baby eagerly snuggled up to Daddy, gently nuzzling his bare chest in a gesture of affection after he kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome, Daddy!” Millie responded, glad he was feeling at least a little better. Millie reached for Daddy the minute he mentioned leaving the tub with him. The washing of her arms and back made her a bit giggly, since she’s always been ticklish in those spots. “I wanna go out with you, Daddy! Wanna cuddle and curl up under the softest blankies we got.” She cooed, flashing him her brightest smile.

Daddy loved listening to her scream. That loud shout as she started riding out her orgasm was like music to his ears, and even when coherent words fail his baby girl he’s still aroused. “That’s right; you’re mine.” He told Lillie after hearing her speak, telling him that she was his forever and ever, that she belonged to him. He licked up the juices between her legs and shivered happily after she rode out the orgasm, leaking all over his mouth and face. “Such a dirty girl.” Daddy murmured, letting the girl writhe against him and buck her pelvis against him in desperation. “You liked it that much? So naughty.” He teased as he helped her clean up using his tongue.

Aizawa shook his head. “No! I’m a-a grown-up! Not a baby!” He reiterated stubbornly, stamping his foot.