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Daily Free-Write August 4, 2022: Diapercuck's Life Pt. 36
🕑 Added 2022-08-05 07:23:19 +0000 UTC1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35
"Good princess... Now what do we say?" asked Duke, as Frank stuck his face in Duke's swollen padding.
"I-I'm a happy pampered princess," whimpered Frank. "Who wants...um..."
"What's that?" asked Pierce. "Your voice was a bit muffled by the diaper there, princess. Say it loud and proud so we can all hear!"
"I'm a happy pampered princess who wants to be kept in diapers!" said Frank in a louder voice. And he looked like one in his pink tutu and leotard with the obvious diaper bulge showing through the skin-tight material.
"Good girl," said Duke, with a smile. "She learns quick!"
"I don't think we asked her to say the last part. I think she added that herself!"
"Hey!" said Duke. "You're right!"
They both gave devilish grins to Frank, who jumped back, hands up as he began rapidly backpedaling.
"W-w-wait. I I I didn't mean- I mean, I thought that's what you told me to say."
"No, we didn't," said Pierce, grinning and shaking his head as he advanced on the sissy.
"No. We didn't," said Duke in a deep and lustful voice, as he grabbed Frank and picked him up, carrying him over toward an oversized baby bouncer.
"W-w-what are you doing?" asked Frank.
"A deal's a deal," said Duke. "We're going to teach you how pretty pampered princesses make stickies."
Frank was unceremoniously deposited into the baby bouncer, which had him suspended so his feet never touched the ground. The stretchy fabric of the bouncer held him up by the crotch, and he found that he couldn't get out of it on his own because there was no easy way to pull himself out of it, especially with how bouncy the contraption was.
Pierce grinned and turned up the vibration and bouncing just enough to tease the poor baby diaperbitch but not allow a release, and Duke made sure that he brougth over the full length mirror from the dress-up area so Frank could get a good view of his pathetic state - stuck in his pink ballerina outfit, showing off a ridiculously thick diaper, panting and whining as he was bounced like a big baby in the oversized bouncer. Between the stimulation and the humiliation, Frank was moaning and desperately trying to hump his padding without success.
"Let's get you changed before Mommy comes back down," said Pierce eyeing Duke's sagging padding.
Frank whimpered. "B-b-but I thought you were gonna tell me how to make stickies..."
"No," said Duke. "Pierce is right. If we don't do it before she gets back, we're all going to be in trouble, and we won't be able to have any fun at all."
Frank whined and huffed while Duke lay down and let Pierce get to work on his diaper.
"Don't huff, there, little girl," called Pierce, "or the next thing you'll be huffing is these dirty diapers. Do you want to be known as the diaper pail princess?"
Frank vehemently shook his head no. He was definitely keeping a fair distance between him and the stinky pamper if he could help it. Pierce gave a short laugh and nodded in approval.
Just then, Jasmine walked into the room.
"Okay, boys, dinner is read- awww! Look at you!"
The three of them looked her way as if they were caught red--handed, and she snapped a quick photo - her two little ones changing each other and the little sissy in the baby bouncer looking super cute in her tutu and leotard.
"Aww so cute! We should do this to her more often..."
While pierce finished changing Duke, Frankie was helped out of his bouncer without having made a single drop of stickies, and soon the three of them followed Mommy Jasmine up to the kitchen where the high chairs were set up.
"Alright, little one," she said. "I think you can guess which one is yours..."
