Diaper Femboy Novels & Stories

The twenty-two-year-old Mason stuffed his hand in his pockets nonchalantly and nodded. Then, he saw the period diaper the cashier was talking about and frowned involuntarily, “Why does it look the same as a baby diaper?” The other cashier kept promoting the stuff to him. “It’ll keep her bed clean, no matter how she rolls in her sleep. She’s gonna want to use it again in the future. Guaranteed!” Then, he pondered for a while. Perhaps the cashier was right. It could be a good choice for the crybaby waiting for him outside. However, he kept his cool, distant demeanor and didn’t keep the conversation going.

He reminds me of an overactive puppy, I had to hold his tail still to slip it through his diaper, usually, he'll whine about it but he seems to be too happy today. "What do you wanna wear?" I ask him, giving him a chance to chose his clothes for the day, it's clearly a big day for him. He chose a navy blue onesie with a bow printed on its neck area, and that's it. I stepped in so my baby won't go pantless and chose matching blue jeans overall for him. We're still experimenting with his little age, when Heath was over, Toby said he's three, while Heath said two, the funny part is Heath is much younger than two sometimes, he acts like a pure baby when alone with his mommy.

"Liam." "Is ok. We can take it slow." He flips up to the side, nestling close to him. His curs tickle my jaw. But he doesn't know what I'm thinking. "You're too good." Just like a dream. "I am. Aren't I?" I chuckle and kiss his neck. We lay there in silence, the white bedding covering my back as he pulls it around us, covering my nakedness. I'm not self-conscious about my body, but I am shy and coy with him, but I want him to see me, but then I feel not so ready. I wonder if he likes my body. I'm more of a compact size, and with my hair cut short, the resemblance to a twelve-year-old boy is now up to 75%.

she told me as she wrapped the Targon around my waist. "Won't I feel a breeze on my nuts and dick?" I asked bluntly and she chuckled. "Would you like a diaper?" She asked teasingly as she pulled the fabric up between my legs. I shook my head no and she dropped it and fastened it more like a kilt around my waist. After draping the two sections she pinned them both together on my shoulder. "Now move around and see if it feels alright," she mumbled. I kneeled and shifted into Auberon then back again with ease.

Floopy didn’t know but he had a feeling he would soon find out. On the other hand, Syris made quick work of Floopy’s shirt and soiled bottom. The panotti had no problems getting rid of the clothing but he quickly closed his thighs together to cover that shameful bit, not really minding if his flower bud was exposed for Syris to play with. There was still sticky fluid running in between his thighs but now that the pants and underwear were gone, Floopy wasn’t so embarrassed about wetting anything.

“I like your dress.” “Thank you.” “I don’t wear dresses.” “Why?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m a Tomboy.” “What is that?” “You don’t know?” She cut Julecia a look. “No.” Tiffany thought a moment. “It’s a girl who likes to dress more like a boy.” “Oh…interesting. I was born a boy, and I like to dress as a girl. I was raised as a girl too.” Julecia smiled. “No way. There’s no way you’re a boy. You have boobs and nicer legs than I do.”

For a moment, there was no kingdom, no titles—just us, two idiots in love, preparing for a baby who had no idea how ridiculous her parents were going to be. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I couldn’t stop smiling. We’d bought enough stuff to fill a small warehouse—tiny socks, baby towels, warm blankets, baby books, pacifiers, diapers, and toys I couldn’t even name. And Ferris… oh, Ferris was patient through it all, even when I filmed him pretending to compare baby lotion scents. “Say that one more time,” I grinned, holding up my phone. Ferris sighed dramatically, holding a small bottle to his nose. “This one smells like… clouds and baby farts. Very exclusive.” His voice took on a fake

Rounding up his dress affair with some cologne spray, Royalty turned to the little human on his bed with a proud and arrogant pose. " Zaiee, do you think Daddy looks handsome? " He struck another pose. " Tell me little champ, do you think Mummy would love me? " Came a question that Zaiee found quite annoying. The little boy said nothing, rolling his big violet eyes and kicking his little legs in displeasure. He seemed unhappy. Come on! He had just taken a bath, and he was naked. Anyone who walked into Daddy's room could at that moment see his fresh bumbum and little penis. Zaiee frowned. Only mummy could see his penis. If everyone saw it, then it wouldn't grow.

he asks me, I wanted, but I didn't want to pee myself, I just shrugged. "Hey, I know you're embarrassed, and feeling small but you can use words, tell me what's going on in your pretty mind?" he says caressing my face. "I'm not that small, I shouldn't have accidents," I explain to him, still sniffling. "You are my small baby, being a big girl of three years old, that's not enough for you to walk around in big girl panties, you could use some protection," he suggests but I shook my head no, I'm not gonna wear diapers.

Andy embarrassedly touched her nose and suddenly became gloomy. “You don’t have to remind me of that. I know that I’m a tomboy with no feminine charm.” Seeing the carefree Andy suddenly becoming upset, Baby Robbie quickly consoled her. “Don’t be upset, Sis Andy. Truthfully, you look extremely feminine. As long as you put on a little makeup, you’ll be popular among thousands of handsome men.” Andy’s eyes lit up, and her confidence was boosted. “Really?”