Need Someone To Make Me Tjis

#sissy #crossdresser #sissyslut #transgender #love #losangeles #crossdress #sister #crossdressing #trans #sisters #paypig #family #makeup #footfetish #femdom #trap #tranny #mistress #panties #bdsmcommunity #sissification #instalove #findom #bdsm #worship #beautiful #pride #prettyfeet #dragqueen

Fortress of Solitude

NOTE: This little story features forced mental regression, unethical behavior, and dubious consent, all of which are definitely NOT what people should do in real life. Please keep in mind that this is fantasy ONLY!

It's like I've always said. Half of life may be about finding your own success, but the other half is keeping other people from fighting over you while you do it.

Take Sheila and Carol, for instance. See 'em there? Yep, that's my wife on the right, and my secretary on the left. Or rather, that's who they were before things went south – before they started whining and fighting and griping about how I was spending too much time with the other. Which was entirely silly and illogical, of course. I mean, how is it my fault if two lovely women both want to be intimate with me at the same time?

I managed it for awhile, you know. For maybe a year it went on: keeping the wife happy with presents and vacations and a good fuck once or twice a week. Then heading to the office, where Carol was waiting with a flirty smile on her lips and a pair of damp panties just begging to be torn off. And yeah, I told her right at the start that I was married – but that didn't bother her one bit. "Forbidden fruit tastes fucking sweet, Jerry," she giggled… before parting her lips and practically gagging on my poised and ready cock.

But then… well, you know how it goes. Jealousy is a real bitch, and so were both of them by the time last Christmas came around. It was "why aren't you going to Cancun with me?" this, and "but you promised we'd take a cruise this holiday!" that. And honestly, after awhile I simply couldn't take it anymore.

Oh, don't bother asking how I did it. It wasn't me, really. It was a very special therapy and retraining center out in California – one that maybe isn't the most well-known, but that certainly knows how to get shit done. Sure, it did cost me half of last year's bonus to keep them there for the entire six-month regimen, and even more once you add the cost of the nursery remodeling and hiring those two maids to take care of them and all the clothes and diapers and formula they go through. But damn, if it wasn't worth it in the end!

Look at 'em now. See them playing so happy and sweet in their nursery? To see them crawling and babbling away now, you'd think they were best friends their entire lives! They play together, get fed together, take naps together… and yeah even get their diapers changed together. Heck, half the time I come to visit, I catch them humping each other like the horniest adult-sized babies you ever did see.

But what about you?, some folks might ask incredulously. What on earth could you possibly get out of having the two women in your life reduced to half-naked, drooling, oversized babies? What a silly question! Here, just watch and I'll show you why…

"Hey, sweeties! Come on, who wants a taste of Daddy's special ba-ba?"

See? Look at them staring at us! Watch how they come crawling and waddling over, dropping their pacifiers in their hurry! And just like that, look: they're ready to play, gaping and drooling, mindlessly begging me to fill their silly open mouths. And of course I will – like the good husband and boss and daddy I am. First one, and then the other, and then back again…

See what I mean? Now that everyone has learned to share, we're all just so much happier!

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

Be sure to check out my Patreon here if you want to read more of my naughty short stories!

Reblog If…

CALLING ALL LITTLES AND CAREGIVERS💙

Reblog this for a cute compliment in your inbox!

❄️☃💙❄️⛄️💙❄️⛄️💙❄️⛄️💙❄️⛄️💙❄️⛄️💙

Can this happem to me pla

Miles opted to stay behind when his college roommate Eric was heading up to the store to help his mom. Miles was still with them for the week and hadn’t gotten much time with his roommates younger brother’s feet. Upon admitting his foot fetish to him and John seeming to relish the idea of lording over him with his feet as he did to him back in high school, Miles tried to make up any excuse he could to stay behind. Both Miles and Eric were video gaming when his bro came in the room after a brief run. Upon John telling him he wanted a turn at the game, Miles stayed behind while Eric briefly went to help his mom at the store. Once gone and Miles still sitting on the floor, John wrapped his feet around Mile’s neck, and pulled him back onto the floor. “Take my shoes off slave,” he ordered. John did, slipping each of the shoes off. Immediately, the smell of socks hit his face. Before Miles could react, both socked feet descended upon his face and he was ordered to smell. He took several deep inhales as he felt the bottom of feet wipe all over his nose. His nose pushed into the bottom of the younger bro’s toes as he took a big sniff of the sock odor. “Take ‘em off,” John ordered sitting back like a king. Miles did and his face was smothered under both bare feet. He breathed in, the smell of the bare feet getting him extremely hard. John smeared his feet all over his face before pressing the bottom of his toes on his nose and teasing,”Sniff it foot boy!” Miles breathed in the foot scent for several minutes before the 19yr old poked his toes into his mouth. He began licking between each toe and dragging his tongue up an down each barefoot. He continued pushing his tongue against the bottoms when the teen would bury his face under both feet. He sniffed and worshipped the teenager’s feet for 40 minutes before they heard the garage door open. “How much money do you have?,” John asked. “About 100 in my wallet,” Miles replied. “Give it to me. I’m getting my hair changed. Your price for worshipping my feet for the week.” Before he could respond, John stood up on either side of him and pushed his bare foot onto his Miles 🍆.  John began laughing and shaking it saying,”You love worshipping my feet don’t you?” Miles groaned out, toes clamping over the tip, he responded,”Yes master.”  “Good,” John replied, stepping full weight on his 🍆 and over. “Go get my money and be prepared to breathe and suck my toes later tonight.”

Reblog if you want your followers to send you diaper images to your inbox....inbox me if you need a mommy to take care of your messy diaper 🥰😍

I’m wearing 8 diapers so can’t imagine

You better pull those shorts up quickly or else everyone is going to get an eyeful of diaper. They’ll see you in your diaper and then everyone will know what a little diaper baby you who needs daddy to change his wet and messy diapers.

The smell of french fries hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony considering my current predicament. The cardboard box felt flimsy in my hands, a pathetic shield against the growing dread. I should have known better, should have resisted, but the lure of McDonald's, and the promises, and the deal, was too powerful.

“Alright guys,” I said, my voice a mix of resignation and rising panic. "The diaper & drive-thru was one thing but using this thing is so gross and…" My words trailed off, the reality of my situation crashing down. My hand flew to my face, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear from the lens of that phone.

"Wait what??!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in a desperate plea. "Hey delete that photo you promised you wouldn't take pics!" It was too late, the click of the shutter was a brutal confirmation of my exposure. I was trapped, caught in the act, a diapered mess holding a box of fries. The day has just taken a turn for the worse. I had been had.