“I bet they’re laughing at your tattoos, not your pacis or diapers, baby,” Joel’s mom told him as he
“I bet they’re laughing at your tattoos, not your pacis or diapers, baby,” Joel’s mom told him as he lay in the middle of the park having his diaper changed in front of dozens of people, including a group of 8 college girls out sunbathing and laughing at the freak in Pampers. “I told you that leg tattoo was not going to attract girls and you’d be an object of ridicule because of it, and now look at those girls pointing and taking pictures of the tattoo to send to their friends!”Joel didn’t know if his mom was being purposely stupid or if she really was that insane and thought anyone cared about tattoos anymore. Obviously the girls were mocking him for his diapers and being changed by his mommy in a public park. And for the paci and the long hair she’d made him grow and get curled at the salon. Who the fuck cared about tattoos in 2021?Well, Diana Kennedy did, for one. And when she walked into his dorm room one day and saw him napping with the tattoo on full display, she grabbed him by the ear and marched him down to the car and out of college for good. Amazing how that can happen when you’re depending on mommy to pay for everything. You’re at her demented whims.“If you can prove to me you can be a good girl again,” she’d told him at home, “I’ll let you go back to school.” Good girl? he wondered, just before she threw him over her knee and walloped him like never before. “Should have spanked you years ago. But no, liberals told me that would ruin you. Now look at you, all tatted up like a freak. Desecrating the body your mom and god gave you.”The diapers came next, “to teach you how to be humble. Hard to be an arrogant tough guy at the tattoo shop if you’re wearing poopy Pampers,” she’d explained as he bawled. When she took him to her Pink Collar salon for a new ‘do, she’d made sure to show off his disgusting body art to the stylists and customers, all of whom were a bit confused why she cared so much but they still enjoyed seeing a 19-year-old become a feminized diapered fairy. Women like strange shit just like men. And now here they were at the park, “enjoying some sun. Sun is good for your skin as long as we have lotion. Need some Vitamin D. Maybe it can burn off the tattoo.”Joel cried now as his mom prepared a bottle for him, a drugged concoction that would make him sleepy and even less in control of his bowels. The college girls would get a lot more laughs that day, especially when she replaced the bottle with the tit. “I always thought I should have breatsfed you past the page of 9, maybe you wouldn’t have become such a degenerate,” was her reasoning with that perverted ploy.“Can you fucking believe this diaper faggot?” he finally heard one of them say. “God. But it is a cool tat he’s got.” -- source link