paddedlittleparadise: “Five little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away…
paddedlittleparadise: “Five little ducks went out to play, over the hills and far away…”The annoyingly cheerful swirl of upbeat childish music makes me grit my teeth. Why, oh why can’t we stop already? But Mommy wants me to keep performing, and so I will, no matter how hard my rumbly little tumbly is cramping. Hands up, waving like rolling hills - and then right hand over my eyes as I pretend to stare off into the distance. Yes, good…“Momma Duck said ‘Quack quack quack quack!’ Four little ducks came running back!”I force a surprised smile onto my face as I hold aloft those four fingers. Put on the show, make the viewers laugh and smirk and touch themselves. Let them all see what a regressed little toddler I’m becoming… Not that I mind too much, of course. Mommy knows far too well how much her horny little rugrat loves embarrassing herself…And so I continue: three little ducks, then two, then one, and finally none. All the while, that revoltingly happy music keeps on bopping along, forcing me to move with it despite my gurgling belly. Wave those arms, step and spin and turn, shake that cute padded tush for the webcam. My little dance studio is open to the world, you see, and I know that dozens or perhaps even hundreds of eyes are on me, delighting in seeing me act like such a little tot. But among them all, I know there’s one viewer that’s more important than any: my Mommy.“QUACK, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK!” I shout along with the music, thinking as I do so that it’s actually quite close of my own Mommy’s reaction when I’m a little misbehaving brat. I’m her naughty little duckling, waddling along at her command, and I need to obey if I want to please her. So as I finish my little song, I bow for the camera, ignoring the cramps, and holding up my little pink tutu to show off even more of my bulgy diaper. “Fank you,” I lisp from behind my pacifier. “Fank you! I wike danfing!”And then I feel it - the lovely tingling rumble of Mommy’s approval, radiating from the wireless bullet vibe tucked deep inside me. Good. I must have done well.Biting back the little gasp of pleasure I feel rising to my lips, I launch right into the next on our playlist, hoping desperately I can keep from losing control. “When I UP, DOWN, touch the ground, puts me in the MOOD…” Oh, this one’s great normally. I get to stretch and squat and show off my pretty outfit and my boobs, and then bend down and show my viewers my obviously diapered butt. As I do so now, though, I realize that it’s a mistake - a huge mistake. For the last thing my churning belly needs is a tiny bit of pressure, a nice deep squat…“I am stout, round and I have found, speaking poundage-wise-” I tremble as I feel my lower sphincter, weakened by months of Mommy’s training, begin to give way. It can’t be helped, and Mommy knows it. Not for nothing has she been ordering me to eat the special oatmeal she sends me every morning, and beans for lunch, and, and… I’m squatting now, frozen in place as I feel my bowels explode noisily into my ample padding. Oh, it’s warm and so messy - and thanks to the tight support of my tight leotard-onesie, the hot mush spreads inevitably up my back, forward between my tight-clad thighs toward that place…And then the vibrator kicks in again - on high.No, Mommy, please no! I stare imploringly into the camera as my bowels continue to empty loudly into my pants. My pacifier is working furiously, and I’m trembling with the sheer humiliation of it all, even as the music continues to tinkle through the room. But there’s nothing I can do now - nothing but give Mommy what she wants. And dirty, wet little brat that I am, it’s what I want too.So as the flow of mush subsides and a flood of urine courses into my already soiled pampers, I whimper in arousal - and drop to the floor with a squelch. My hands are at my crotch, clutching at that terrifyingly wonderful vibration, and before I know it I’m on my back, gurgling and writhing as the naughty pleasure of it all overwhelms me. I’m her little baby, her dirty, horny little baby, and I’m so turned on, I’m hers, I’m showing everyone, I’m so close, so close, so dirty, so wet, so pathetic-c-c-!I cum. Hard. With whimpers, and gurgles, and moans of inarticulate pleasure escaping my pacified mouth.And when I finally gather the strength to stand, the vibrator’s ministrations having subsided at last, I am quivering like a leaf in the wind. “Fank you,” I whisper, crimson-faced with the glorious, dirty shame of it all. “Fank you, Mommy. Fank you, eveyone.” Trying to resist a diapered orgasm… always makes it sweeter somehow. -- source link
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