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Always Here for You (Kylie)

Oh, look at you, trapped in your little sissy cage while your girlfriend is having the time of her life. Can you hear her moaning? Of course you can sissy! She sounds like a porn star! This has got to be the first time you’ve heard that before. I know she’s never moaned that loud with a loser like you - not even when she was faking it! That's what it sounds like when a real man takes care of a woman. Not like the pathetic whimpers you make when you prematurely ooze your loser goo. 

Aww, are you a sad sissy? Why baby girl? You know you would never be able to satisfy her like he can. You're just a little sissy cuck, meant to be locked away and forgotten while she enjoys a real dick. Don't worry though you sweet little Pampered Princess! Your Mommy might have left you behind but Cuckysitter Kylie will always be here for you! I'll make sure to tease you, and spank you, and to remind you of how much of a worthless sissy you are every chance I get! Then I’ll put you down in your cage and turn up your baby monitor so you can fall asleep to the sound of your Mommy being ravished by your new Daddy! Aren’t I thoughtful?

Eww Brandi, is that your diaper I smell? Ugh, you’re so gross! You always cry ‘No! No! I’m a man, not a little girl!” But, here you are, wearing a dirty diaper like a little baby. And you know what's even more humiliating? That you’re going to be sitting in it for quite a while! That’s right sissy! I won't change it until Mommy and Daddy are done. I think it’s only fair. You used to make her suffer through your pathetic attempts at being a real man, now you should suffer through her getting the sex she deserves! 

Uh-oh sissy! Did you hear what Mommy just said? She asked Daddy to save all the used condoms. What do you think she’s going to do with those, Brandi? And what does she mean “I think next time Sissy should get it from the source?” I bet that’s not good Brandi…for you at least!

A caption about the Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys’ sister school for troubled girls.

Art by Rocket Manatee

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Victoria bobbed her head listening to the songs her parents preloaded onto her new Ipod, only vaguely aware she was wearing a diaper and onesie while sitting in a giant car seat.

A year and a half ago she was one of the popular girls on the cheer squad and had stolen a car on a dare. The courts sent her to the Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Girls where she was subjected to hypnosis and given medication to make her incontinent.

The music she’s listening to now contains subliminal conditioning for obedience and keeping her in a blissfuly ignorant state of mind while her mental age is slowly restored over the course of the next year and a half.

I laid on my tummy on the soft carpet of Dada's home office, swinging my feet back and forth. I was busy coloring a picture for Dada, who was sitting at his computer, busy at work.

Trying to be a good girl and keep quiet while Dada worked, I suckled on my paci. The only sounds coming from my mouth were soft squeaks and happy whines as I looked at the pretty picture i was making. Every few minutes I would pop my paci out of my mouth to take a big drink of juice from my baba, only to put my pretty pink paci right back into my mouth.

After a while, I was almost finished with my picture. It was almost time for Dada to be off of work too, and I wanted it to be done before then so i could give it to him. I looked up at him and let out a happy whine as he looked down at me, reaching over to stroke my hair.

"Such a good girl. Daddy's almost finished, okay baby? Then I'll come and color with you."

"Otay Dada!" I mumbled around my pacifier.

I went back to coloring, looking up at Dada every few minutes. He seemed to be getting antsy, his foot tapping on the floor. He was probably ready to be done working.

Just as I was about to be done with my picture, he pushed his chair back from the computer, careful not to bump into me. I looked up at him with a frown. Dada usually didnt take breaks right in the middle of a project.

He saw my confused look. "Dada needs to go potty, babygirl. And speaking of potties, how is your diaper doing? Did my wittle baby go potty yet?"

I blushed and lifted my hands to cover my face as i shook my head.

"No? Hmm, that's not good. Its been a while since i changed you and you're still dry? Let Daddy double check, baby. Little girls are too small to know if they've made peepees."

I whimpered shyly, embarrassed as he stood and walked behind me. I went to move onto my knees so he could get a better view, but he held me still, lying on the ground. To my surprise, he straddled my knees, trapping my legs between his.

His big strong hands settled on my thighs and slid up, under my onesie and over my diapee, squeezing and pressing softly. "It seems you were telling the truth after all, you're all dry. We can't have that. Little babies like you should always have a wet diapee, isn't that right, Sweetheart?" he cooed at me.

I whimpered once more and nodded my head. Reaching over to grab my stuffie, i held onto it and rested my cheek against the carpet, laying flat.

"What's that?"

"Yes Dada," i said shyly.

"Good baby." He slid one finger under my diaper, sliding it along the inside leg cuff. "I think I know how we can take care of both of our problems. Daddy needs to go potty, and baby needs her diapee to be nice and soggy."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation as I realized what Dada had in mind. I whined softly.

Dada's jeans unzipped loudly behind me and i felt him move a bit, sliding forward up my thighs. His finger lifted the leg cuff of my dipee and i felt him slide inside.

"Ready baby?"

Before i could answer, i felt him push deeper inside as he started to pee. Wet warmth spread over my butt and down between my legs. I whimpered and shifted as it began to soak into my diaper.

"That's my good girl. Just hug your stuffie baby, it's okay. Daddy's almost finished."

I did as I was told, holding still as his pee flooded my diaper. He started to gently pull back and push forward, and I gasped as his thingy bumped into my little kitty, soaking it in his warmth.

He slowly pulled out of my diapee and zipped his pants back up. I felt him bend down and I sighed happily as he stroked my hair, kissing my head. "You're the best little girl for Dada."

He stood slowly and sat back in his chair. "Daddy's almost finished with work, love. Once I'm done, I think my little princess deserves a reward for being so well behaved."

I squealed happiled around my paci and wiggled my now soggy bottom. "Fank you Dada!"

Outfit Of The Day… I’d wear pants but they won’t fit 🥺🎀