I know what's next, she doesn't even bother to change me, scooping me up she takes me over to her chair for my feeding, making sure to continue to grope and squeeze my diaper.
"Let's see how many stickies you make during breakfast."
I know what's next, she doesn't even bother to change me, scooping me up she takes me over to her chair for my feeding, making sure to continue to grope and squeeze my diaper.
"Let's see how many stickies you make during breakfast."
I moan again as she uses her other paw to smoosh the mushy load in my diaper against my bottom. I can already feel myself about to explode, any resistance I had when I woke up already faded entirely.
With a buck of my hips and a low moan
I moan again as she uses her other paw to smoosh the mushy load in my diaper against my bottom. I can already feel myself about to explode, any resistance I had when I woke up already faded entirely.
With a buck of my hips and a low moan
"Good to see you are finally accepting your fate, now be a good girl and make a pick sticky in your poopy pampers, then mommy will feed you breakfast." She says, groping one of her own breasts.
I want to resist, I want to escape... I want to tell her I'm a boy...
"Good to see you are finally accepting your fate, now be a good girl and make a pick sticky in your poopy pampers, then mommy will feed you breakfast." She says, groping one of her own breasts.
I want to resist, I want to escape... I want to tell her I'm a boy...
"Good girl," she says again, her paw returning to my
"Good girl," she says again, her paw returning to my
"You know what you need to do if you want mommy to finish," she says.
I whine, she isn't bluffing. I've been through this routine almost every day for
"You know what you need to do if you want mommy to finish," she says.
I whine, she isn't bluffing. I've been through this routine almost every day for