"Ladies, this is my baby boyfriend." You introduced me. The women in behind you looked at me, not saying a word. I could see what I thought was their judgement plastered across their faces. I almost felt I could cry. I turned my head and felt a single tear stream down my cheek. Then I felt a hand wipe it away and turn me towards a caring face.
"Hey there, little guy. Aren't you so cute?" She said, rubbing my cheek with her thumb. I was speechless as I stared at her pink color contacts, noting her short hair and lipstick matched. "I could just eat you up!" With that she began to eskimo kiss me, eliciting a small giggle. That caused her to smile so wide, her teeth were showing beautifully. "Awh, there's a cute smile. Hey, Amelia, you sure know how to pick 'em."
Mommy walked over to the kitchen, starting to grab plates, silverware and glasses for everyone. "I know, right Heather? He cooks, he cleans, he's so gorgeous, and he loves to be my baby whenever I want."
Heather. That was a pretty name. I could feel her doting hand still running slightly on my cheek and felt like I could melt into it. Stepping into my line of sight on Heathers' right, a shorter blonde stepped towards me and looked me up and down more closely as I inspected her back.
She was about a foot shorter than me, blonde hair put into a bun on her head in a sophisticated manner, so little makeup that you could see her face had no glisten that normal residue leaves, and her breasts were nearly falling out of her tight top. With the size they were, looking like they could be at least an E-cup, I wasn't surprised. "I can't believe you knew he would do that in front of us. Like, you said he was gonna be filling up his diaper just after he noticed us and now...wow."
"Yup." Mommy said, setting the table for the others and portioning the plates. "I know him. He takes a bottle, or a drink if I'm around, around the same time every day, unless we wake up early enough or I need him to empty me on nights or weekends. So all it took was a laxative in the first two bottles and he would be the cutest, messy baby for us." She laughed after she said that, Heather smiled, the blonde girl started to poke at the diaper bulge on my waist while eyeing my onesie.
From behind both of them, I heard another laugh as I saw the final girl flank me on Heathers' left. She had a huge grin, almost the same sadistic look Mommy gives when she wants to dominate me. Her burgundy hair whipped in it's pony tail as she ran up to look closer at me and bring a hand down to spank me on my messy butt.
"Mmhm. Someone's a messy boy." She said as she pressed my waste into my ass, rubbing it like she was trying to give me a butt massage. "I think someone needs a change. And a very thorough cleaning."
"There will be plenty of time for that after dinner. The food will get cold ladies." I saw the disappointment in all of their faces, but they separated and sat at the table. Unfortunately, there were only four seats.
"Um...mommy...where do you want me to sit?" I asked, cautiously, keeping my voice down and looking back down at the ground, hands clasped behind my back. You walked right over to me and picked my head up in your hand, smiling wide as you looked into my eyes again.
"Oh, sweetie," You began, pulling the chair I was just leaning against away from the table, "you sit right here." You slid your hand to my shoulder and steered me in front of the chair, gently pushing me down until I was sitting down. The warm mush in my diaper spread up and into my groin region, coating my entire waist in my own waste. Then, you turned around, pushing the same perfect butt you were showing off this morning until it rubbed against my chin. Slowly, you sat down onto my lap.
I felt your fantastic ass on my dick as you adjusted yourself on me, teasing as you wiggled side to side and all around on me. Moaning in pleasure, I was blushing even harder than before with the added embarrassment of my high pitched moans filling the mostly silent room.
The giggles around the room began again, but died down as everyone began dishing themselves their food.
"Oh, god." I heard the burgundy haired girl say. "He made this? By himself?"
"Of course, Riley." Mommy said, on my lap, cutting her food into bite sizes.
"This is soooo good." Riley continued, mouth still with food in it. The others made small noises of agreement as the dominant sounds coming from them were forks and knives frantically cutting into their meals.
"Hear that, baby? My friends love what you bring to the table." Mommy laughed at her own joke, before bringing a bite of steak to my mouth. I ate it, savoring the flavors and the feeling of being fed. I was so happy, while still so embarrassed.
"So," the blonde spoke, wiping her face and grabbing more food, "now that we see you weren't making anything up, how long has this been going on? You told us that you two have been together for more than four years, but how long have you been in this part of your relationship?"
Mommy looked over at her, one hand on my cheek and the other holding some potatoes in front of my open mouth. She looked back into my eyes and smiled, more gentle and calm. She pushed the fork into my mouth and kissed my forehead. "Well," you say as you look back at the group, "He came out to me about his diaper fetish after about a year. He was so embarrassed about it that it took him about five minutes to tell me. I loved watching him blush like that, so cute. Anyway, I was interested in why he liked it so we bought him some diapers and played in them. We tried a bunch of different positions and he loved them so much. Whether I was jerking him off in them or grinding against him or having him hump me, he would love everything we did, and he wasn't the only one. He even liked wearing them around instead of underwear, which made him look extra cute.
"Once we had our own place for just the two of us and I started making enough to support us both, he started staying at home to make food, clean and write, and shortly after asking if he could wear diapers more often. I told him to wait, but I wanted to tease him before we made this more of a thing. I set up a P.O. Box and started having packages of clothes and diapers sent there. On one of my days off, I sent him out for somethings the next town over and brought home all of the fun toys and outfits I got for him. He was ecstatic to see it.
"I have been keeping him in various diapers for a few months now, changing diapers, designs, thickness and even getting him several cloth diapers. I couldn't wait to show him off, but I knew that I would have to gauge if some of you and our other friends and colleagues would like it."
Heather spoke up after that. "I'm glad you trusted us with this. I can't believe that a guy like him is so cute and enjoys being your baby."
"Trust me, that isn't all he likes. He's plenty good at so much more." You turn and wink at me, pushing your index finger into my mouth for me to suck on. It's relaxing and still bares the flavor of dinner, so I am not at all displeased. I close my eyes, barely registering as the others begin to giggle. "Come on, everyone. Let's move this into the living room. I think that baby needs a change."
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