Diaper Femboy Novels & Stories

I had my first male friend, even if he was a massive baby. "Mama sis, you're so mean," he faked a cry. "You're mean to all Earnest everywhere," he lazily climbed back into the chair, dramatically huffing and fainting on my chest. He was over the breakup, but he was a big baby. I asked him why he dressed like a girl to the acceptance trial, and he told me that he was feeling his swagger. He's a big dumb baby. "Mama sis, I'm bored, let's watch SpongeBob," he whined. Another thing, never make him your film partner. He complains and tries to change the channel or film every thirty minutes. That's if he doesn't sigh through the thirty.

"I'm not getting fat, Pips. I'm just... really hydrated." "Oh, please. You're hydrated in all the wrong places. You're starting to have chubby arms." I look down at my arms. They look the exact same as they did last week. Mark is sitting across from us, holding his slice with both hands like it's some kind of holy religious artifact. "You know what I think, ladies? I think I should turn into a femboy. Just for a month. See if I can land a billionaire who pays for all my food and sends me these fancy lunches."

“No worries. You’ll find the right name. These things can’t be rushed. How about we get this little boy in some proper clothes and take some more pictures?” I love the pink jumper. Rack bought it. I blink away more tears. I hate the damn hormones that bring on these waterworks. We change his diaper first, which makes him angry. He’s asleep again before we finish. I’m a pro now at diaper changes and handle it easily. We put him in a thin, white, one-piece sleeper with small colorful images of baseballs covering it. Rack steps in just as we’re fastening the last snaps on the new sleeper.

The morning light filtered through the basement windows as Sophia and I lay sprawled on the cum-stained mattress, our bodies a testament to the weekend’s relentless corruption. Both of us were massively plugged, fist-sized inflatable toys locked deep in our pussies and asses, keeping the gallons of family seed from the forest gangbang trapped inside our fertile wombs. Our bellies bulged noticeably, sloshing with every tiny movement. Milk leaked steadily from our heavy, bruised breasts, pooling on the plastic sheeting beneath us.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

She stood up waving her slim arms out of frustration. "She has such a big ass and huge tits then the tiniest waist, how does that happen ? Now my dresses are giving each problems." She grumbled. "But why would you tell your designer to design one size for all your bridesmaids." I asked clearly amused. It wasn't entirely true Raina had a body of a Goddess, it's just that my fiancée is really skinny so she see's anyone whose above her weight as fat. Raina has the body of an hourglass...so fucking deliciously perfect.

Danica replied warmly. They reached the second floor and turned into a boutique adorned with massive teddy bears. The shop was a sea of pastels—onesies, strollers, cribs, and tiny bottles. “OMG, how cute!” Danica squealed, picking up a pair of tiny gray and yellow shoes. “Aww, they’re so small. They look like toys,” Aubrey said, leaning over slightly. Danica lifted them up to show her. “These are unisex. They work for anyone. Here, let’s see if they fit your feet since you’re so tiny,” Danica teased.

Cause if not, you’re carrying Ryū. Darius: I just need to get some students out of my class, then get it. Don said he had it ready. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let our sour puss down. Riko: Can you also stop by the store? We need more diapers and wipes. Darius: You got it, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you in your Padme costume. ;) Riko: Thank you. I love you. Darius: I know. Forrest: *eye roll emoji*

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

"You got yourself some fine company." "More like a scary one." Fred leaned forward, with a gaze of interest. "How so? Is she a plumpy bimbo?" "No..." "A skinny scarecrow?" "Not that either..." "Got horns and a hunchback?" "Fuck, hell no!" "Boobs too big or too small?" "No." Diam was helpless as the memories of her boobs flooded his mind. "On the contrary, I've never seen boobs so perfect." "Then what is it?"