abdl story

You’re lying in your dark bedroom on a Saturday night, wearing your thickest diapee. Trembling with need as you’re holding your phone in one hand. Your fingers fumble with the phone as you dial that number you saw on the website. You need this. Need the humiliation. Need to be treated like the naughty little AB you know you are deep down inside. The line rings once, twice. Each ring makes your heart beat faster with anticipation. “Hello, my sweet diaper boy,” Mommy’s voice purrs over the line and you can feel it go through your ears. You swallow hard, feeling instantly small when you hear her speak. “Have you been a good abdl today?” she asks, her tone dripping with condescension. “Tell me about your diapee’s. Are they nice and fat for Mommy?” You stutter, trying to find words to tell her. “Come on, I know you can do better than not answering me, you don’t want to be a rude AB now do you? Describe those diapers for me. Every squishy, thick detail.” “You’re going to wet those pampers now, aren’t you. since your just a little abdl who’ just can’t seem to go in a toilet because you aren’t a big boy.” Mommy commands, her voice firm. “Now. Take them off. I want to hear that plastic crinkle when you do. Now stroke your little willy until you feel that tingly feeling. Don’t stop until you pee right there on your bed.” Her breathy but firm instructions send shivers down your spine with each word being spoken. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. Let it all out. Fill your diaper nice and full.” You obey her instructions, the warm stream spreading across your diaper. “Now put it back on,” she orders. “And don’t you dare clean yourself up. This is a reminder of just how little and messy you are” As your diapers feel swollen and wet against your thighs, Mommy’s commands intensify. “Play with your willy while you wear your messy diapers,” she instructs, her voice dropping lower. “Imagine my fingers guiding yours. You love being Mommy’s messy little diaper boy, don’t you?” You stroke your wee wee harder, the sensation overwhelming combined with the shameful dampness that’s apread around your lower body and your hand now. “Tell me how much you love being little, I wanna hear you say it.” she demands. “Say it loud and proud.” You obey, whimpering your submission into the phone “Go get your clothes now,” Mommy directs. “I want you to wear your onesie and nothing else. Get the pacifier too.” You rush to your dresser, pulling out the yellow onesie that barely covers your bottom. You wriggle into it, feeling every inch of the humiliation and the tight feeling around your body the diaper squishing even more against your body too as it’s pulled in closer. “Now crawl on the floor and show me how a good little abdl crawls,” she orders. “On your hands and knees, like the little […]