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And so continues your arduous trek back to Space Mountain. About 80 yards, less than a football field that will certainly feel like miles. The thick, soft padding rustles with each careful step you take, stretching fully up from above your buttocks looped all the way around your crotch to just below the belly button. A hint of baby powder wafts in the air, catching your nose when the wind blows just right. Attempting to squeeze your legs closer together to avoid your slight waddle only creates a more prominent bulge in all of your diaper areas. You choose this over any type of waddle. One small positive is your lightweight collared shirt is fairly long, and it hides some of the swell in your pants. Your fate as a diaper wearer for the remainder of the day has been sealed, it seems, unless this mystery woman Renee decides to graciously remove it early for you. Panic begins to set in as you arrive at the ride’s exit and begin to look around for the rest of your coworkers.

“Hey you,” you hear a woman’s voice from behind. It was Tara. “We were looking everywhere for you for several minutes. Where’d you sneak off to? Not working I hope…”

“I… uh, had to go to the bathroom. Good to go now though,” you meekly respond. “Must have walked off just before you guys were getting off of the ride.”

“Well don’t be a loner and purposely lag behind the team. C’mon, we’re heading toward Fantasyland,” she happily states before finding a spot near the back of the group, immediately to your right.

And so the group walks steadily towards Fantasyland…. “Tea Cups,” “Winnie the Poo,” “Small World“ and “Seven Dwarf’s Mine Train” to name a few. Tara is her typical chatterbox self, going on and on about this and that, some work, some personal. She seems to have taken an even greater liking to your presence.

Inside, you are a complete and utter mess. Every step you take is an anxious one and thoughts swirl. “Can she see it through my pants? Why would she even be looking there, you idiot?? Does she hear the quiet rustling noises? Can they be heard at all, or is it all in my head?? Do I smell like I’m wearing a diaper?! Do I smell like a baby??!??”

Just as you have this final thought a woman walks by pushing a stroller and Tara leans over and takes a peak, “awwwww what a cutie, and sound asleep, too. And…. *sniff* *sniff* *sniff* I can smell that fresh diaper baby powder scent!” She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply. “God, I love that smell!”

Her words catch you off guard, you tense up, and your face goes completely flush at her words… “Did she actually just smell me instead of that baby?? Her face did lean in a little closer!”

“Are you feeling ok?” Tara asks in a concerned tone. “Your face is all red. Have you had any water since we arrived? I know it’s not THAT hot yet, like Summer hot, but we still gotta stay hydrated, ya know?” she shrugs.

You do feel exceptionally thirsty, but water equates to peeing in your mind. And this is not the time nor place nor day to be peeing! 

“Here, I insist. And no buts. You’re going to drink this whole thing, ok? The last thing we want is someone having to go home early sick and cause an issue with our team building day,” Tara rattles through these comments as she hands you a 32oz bottle of water. 

“I expect that to be all drank up within the hour Mr,” she smiles and playfully teases, almost in a commanding tone, clearly becoming more and more comfortable with flirting with you.

Normally, you would be flirting right back with Tara, to some extent at least… probably still blushing, but for totally different reasons. Tara is very outgoing, and though you’re certainly not an introvert, you fall somewhere in between outgoing and inward leaning on the scale. This balance between you two is nice, and she’s liking what is being read as a hint of shyness… 

The work group makes its way into the line for the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, and she continues with further attempts to get you talking… “so yea… because of all that stuff, I’m currently not seeing anyone. Me and my last boyfriend called it quits back around Thanksgiving. What about you? You seem like a catch. Have you been ‘caught’ yet?” she playfully asks, almost with a twinkle in her eye.  

You take a big swig of the water, realizing it is well over half gone, then answer, “not at the moment. My college girlfriend and I called it quits during our senior year. And since then it’s been all finish school then work focus for me. I’ve been on a couple dates, but that has been the extent of it.”

“I guess I’m just waiting to find someone particularly special,” you state, then shuffle your weight, causing a quick but audible crinkle sound. Tara doesn’t seem to notice but when the line starts to move again she speaks up…

“I swear I keep smelling baby,” Tara blurts out. “Like, baby powder or baby lotion, something babyish. Hmmm, god, I’ve always loved that smell. Oh well. That scent is just so alluring for some reason!”

You blush and instinctively turn away. This line cannot move fast enough!! Fortunately, this is a promo day and it’s mostly companies and their employees in the park. You quickly find yourself seated in a mine train car and off you go!

The ride finally ends and everyone exits the ride. You quickly scoot forward hoping to evade Tara, but she finds you before the ride’s exit line ends. 

“That was amazing!” Tara shouts. “Did you have fun?”

“Uhhhh yea, it was great,” you follow up, shrugging, clearly not enjoying the ride as much as everyone else did, due to your predicament. 

“Awww what’s wrong? Are you still parched? Here… I’ve got plenty more waters, drink up! We gotta make sure you are properly hydrated! And I bet you had nothing but coffee all morning like I see you drink at the office. We’ll be having none of that! The day is just getting started!”

“But really Tara…. I insist, I’m good…” you respond, but are immediately cut off mid-sentence.
 
“Now now, it never hurt anyone to drink a little EXTRA water. Stop being difficult. I expect that bottle to be gone by the end of lunch. We’re off to eat!”

You look down at your watch, “12:15.” And so the group makes its way for lunch…. hamburgers, hotdogs, pizza, you name it, your choice. All of the excitement from the past two hours has made you exceptionally hungry and a double hamburger with extra fries is in order. 

You exit the food line and attempt to find yourself a spot with the group but only one remains…. Next to Tara, of course! “And she probably saved that spot,” you think to yourself. 

Slowly… you make your way over and sit down, diaper still the only thing on your mind with every step you take. The extra thick padding a constant reminder of what you’ve been turned into by Renee, this mystery “mommy.” “Psycho mommy, more like,” you find yourself thinking. 

*Poof* you sit, and the diaper makes a soft, but undeniable crinkle noise to anyone sitting next to you, which at this point, is Tara. A puff of baby powder smell emits from your diaper area adding to the undeniable. 

No one else notices… except Tara. She immediately jerks her head and stares intently down at the seat of your pants, then at your face, then back down at your butt again before sniffing the air several times. It’s at this exact moment that she first suspects something. It’s also at this exact moment that your phone lights up…. A text from “Mommy.”

You notice Tara’s reaction but attempt to remain calm and eat your burger and fries. But now, now, an intense curiosity has been unleashed within her. She barely eats her food and instead chooses to hyper focus on you, your actions, your demeanor, your words with other coworkers, everything. She knows something is up. There is a heat to her stare, and it’s impossible to avoid.

“Let’s do haunted mansion, next!” someone suggest. “Yea, that sounds perfect.” “Oh my god, I love that ride so much!” Everyone has their mind’s set on what’s next. 

Hearing this cues you to scarf down what remains of your burger and fries and excuse yourself. “I’m going to head to the restroom before we move along,” you state.

You make it to the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall, not to “go” but to check your text messages in private, away from Tara.. “What the hell did this Renee lady send me?” you think. You notice the first feelings of having to pee but the feelings are quickly pushed to the side.

“Just checking in on you. Hope you’re being a good boy… a “big” boy ❤️ and staying dry. Let Mommy know if you need a change or anything, Sweetie. And don’t fret, that diaper can hold several pee pees! xoxo”

First, you blush hard, then finally whisper to yourself  “seriously??? ‘Pee pees’?” You adjust your belt and move your hands to fiddle with the lock and wires. “These things are not coming off!” you think to yourself. “Goddamnit! This Renee woman is going to have to remove this lock at some point! Shit!” You keep pulling and prodding with all your might but to no avail. Finally after a couple minutes, you frustratingly leave the restroom.

As everyone briskly walks towards the Haunted Mansion, your urgency to pee slowly increases. The 2 morning cups of coffee on the way to the park, plus 2 large bottled waters are making their way through your system and fast. To top things off, you’ve always had a somewhat weak bladder, as well. Things are not looking good at all, as you arrive in line, close to the ride’s entrance. 

You made every effort to avoid Tara on the walk over, but she finds you again once in line. An overwhelming awkward feeling comes over you and her creating an uncomfortable dynamic. Tara, usually chatty, has become exceptionally quiet. She remains just off your left side as the line slowly moves forward, sometimes moving just in front of you and other times trailing behind. 

You feel the heat from her gaze, and swear you notice her eyes repeatedly glancing downwards then back forward again, as if she is sizing you up. And then, to your absolute horror, she leans in close to your left ear and softly whispers…

“Are you wearing a diaper?!”

Your eyes widen in horror, “No, I’m not. What are you talking about?” You quietly, but firmly respond back to Tara.

“You are, aren’t you???”

“I closely watched your cute little tush all the way from lunch to here. There’s a noticeable outline of a fucking diaper underneath those khakis in both the back and front! I just know it! And the baby powder smells…” it’s now completely dawning on her. “That was YOU I was smelling the entire time, wasn’t it?!?!”

You swallow hard and begin to feel your face radiate as she continues…

“You said earlier you went to the bathroom while we were getting off of Space Mountain. Awww did someone give himself a diapie change?” Tara whispers, almost cooing and loving this control she has over your secret.

She continues right along, whispering in your left ear more, “It’s ok, baby, your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone. However, I’m going to be sitting with you on every single ride we do until we leave. And very close, at that… you smell so….” Tara purposely drops something and bends over to pick it up, pausing with her nose right in front of your diapered ass for a couple seconds as she takes in an exceptionally deep breathe before returning her mouth to your ear… “fucking amazing! God, that smell!!”

Your need to urinate increases with every passing minute, almost to desperation, and aligning with your groups arrival inside the attraction.

“I bet all that water you drank earlier is quickly trickling through that body of yours, isn’t it?” Tara teases, leaning in yet again whispering into your ear, as you both wait for your ride car. “Don’t have any accidents now, you hear.” You catch her smirking just as the moving sidewalk leads you two to the car. She has no idea how desperate you already are…. 

And down goes the security bar, securing you both together for at least the next 3 minutes or so. 

You are quickly thrown into a fantasy world of 100s of ghosts, 999 to be exact. And they’re looking for their 1,000th (you)! 

Moment by slow moment, the ride continues on and your urgency increases with it. You begin to uncontrollably fidget, and Tara glances knowingly over toward you and look directly at your diapered crotch and smiles.

“Now now, pay attention to the ride,” Tara giggles at your obvious stress. “This is why we are here. To relax. And to team build.”

The urge grows stronger and stronger as you feel the dam slowly giving way. Small spurts of pee leak as you continue to desperately squeeze your PC muscle with all of your might! Your bladder is at the end of its rope, however, and it begins to cramp, to resist your control, to fight back on its own. Several more spurts release… And then it finally happens….

The dam gives way. Your bladder cramps hard against you making your attempts at holding futile. You immediately begin to flood your diaper. You instinctively attempt to squeeze again and again, but it’s useless.

The warm flood of piss quickly fills the front of your diaper as you make a weak, helpless pull on the security bar and continue to wet. The embarrassment and shame fill every fiber of your being as you wet yourself like a toddler. Tara stares directly at your face with a knowing look on hers. As the ride nears the end, you finally finish going, filling up the bottom side of the diaper some, as well, as you begin to fight off tears from forming in your eyes. Then, you feel Tara’s warm, comforting hand on your thigh.

“There, there. It’s ok. Accidents happen to everyone. Clearly you were prepared though, and at least half way expecting this might happen today, right?” Tara looks down at your now much more ballooned crotch area, not knowing you didn’t wear this…. this… “thing” to the park on your own accord, “and look, dry as a bone. No one will notice.”

A tear begins to leak from the corner of your right eye, and she reaches up to immediately wipe it away. 

Tara leans in and quietly states, “This will be our little secret, Mr. Potty Pants,” and with that, the safety bar lifts and you feel Tara’s hand pull you out of your seat. The warm, squishy diaper encases your most private parts and holds firm around your front and back as you walk off of the ride, never feeling more like a toddler than you do right now. 
* crinkle* *crinkle* *squish* *squish* with every slow step.

You look down and check the time, “2:20. We’ve got several more hours to go….

The firm grip on your left hand does not let up. This isn’t some “normal” hand holding. This woman is tugging at you like a mommy pulling her child along to a specified destination… yet you comply and catch up to walking beside her, partially because reality hasn’t set in yet and partially because you want out of these wet, sticky underwear and pants. You need a solution ASAP and the bathroom seems like the best solution at this moment. 

The mystery woman repeats, “just push the stroller nonchalantly and stay in front of it. No one will notice your wet your pants if you don’t draw attention to them. People literally don’t watch others anymore.” Her words bring slight comfort to you as you continue to feel the wet sticky mess spread around your crotch and even upwards towards your ass. You vaguely make out bathroom signs straight ahead…. Thank you!

You both exhale as you reach the family bathroom. It’s open! And the woman slowly opens up the door, pushing the stroller in first, then pulling you inside. 

Upon entering, you glance around and see a relatively standard bathroom setup: a toilet, a urinal, a sink, paper towels… And a large, long table. 

“Up up up,” she matter of factly states.

“What do you mean ‘up up up’?” you respond in question. 

“What do you think I mean? Get up onto the table. On your back, lay down.” 

“But I think I can just clean myself standing here all by myssss…..”

You are quickly cut off. “ON. THE. CHANGING. TABLE. NOW!” she exclaims firmly, crossing her arms, standing in front of the door and ensuring it’s firmly locked and giving you a stare.

Out of fear, you immediately comply and lay flat on your back. You watch as she moves towards your feet and begins untying your shoe laces. “Well, since I’m about to see your penis, I guess you should know my name. I’m Renee.” 

“See my whaaaa,” you state, your mind in rapid fire mode.

Off goes the first shoe quickly and then the second. Then your socks. Renee’s hands move swiftly to your belt buckle where you instinctively move yours toward hers in an attempt to stop her.

“Ahhhh ahhh ahhh,” she firmly says. “We are doing this my way. Mommy’s way.” She immediately moves your hands to the side and up with your elbows at your side. “You stay, just like this.” 

You resist the urge to move despite your every instinct screaming otherwise as you feel your belt buckle being unlatched and loosened. Next, the sound of your zipper being pulled down rings in your ears, and then without warning, your pants are pulled down to your ankles and over your feet. 

“Well, these certainly are wet, but they can be saved, I believe.” Renee takes the cum stained khakis towards the hand drier and starts it, rigging them up to hang just in front of it to begin the drying process. “A few minutes of this should dry these out in no time. Those undies however though…..” she trails off. “Those are done for.” 

And with that she moves toward your feet and your eyes widen with fear and impending embarrassment. This cannot be happening! “Awwwww, don’t be afraid. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Renee states. Your eyes move downward some and catch a glimpse of her deep cleavage as you feel her gently but swiftly reach for your hips, put fingertips underneath your waste band and very slowly start to pull your underwear down. The underwear makes it first to your thighs, then to your knees, and then finally over your ankles and feet.

Your nakedness snaps you out of the daze that this woman’s cleavage had you in, and you immediately reach your hands to cover your privates….

“Ah ah ah, no no no. At your sides, like you were told. Be good. Do not make mommy angry.” Renee grabs your wrists and puts them back in place. “There. Just like that.”

And so you lay completely naked. Wet. Sticky. Your cock spent from the orgasm of your life.

Renee glances down at your now shriveled, much smaller penis, definitely not deserving a title such as “cock” now, only deserving the title of penis. She smiles and gives a little giggle. “Fitting,” she states. 

“What does that mean??” You think to yourself.

Renee then leaves the side of the table momentarily and finds her bag stowed on the bottom of the stroller. A diaper bag. She begins fishing through it with purpose, first grabbing one thing, then a second, then something large and white.

“Therrreee we go. I think I found everything.”

Your brain is firing on all cylinders, trying to process what she is doing and why. And that’s when you see it. She lays it right next to your head as she open up what appears to be a large package of baby wipes.

“Is that a di…..A di……A… diaper?!?!” You barely finish the word as Renee warmly responds. 

“Why yes, sweetie, it is. It’s looks very big because it’s made for adults who have adult sized accidents in their pants. This is YOUR diaper.” Renee holds up the very thick, plastic backed diaper in front of your face as she poofs it up repeatedly between her hands. “This is going to be your new underwear since you’ve ruined yours.”

Red faced, you begin to protest, “but I can’t wear a diaper, that was just a one time thinggg….” 

Before you can finish the sentence you feel your feet being hoisted upwards, and you feel cold on your ass. You are being wiped. You are being wiped in the diaper position like a child being changed. And then the smell hits you. Baby wipes. Your protest falls on deaf ears as Renee begins…

“We’ve got to get all these sticky cummies off of you.” And she begins to thoroughly wipe you, up and down your ass crack and all around your hole. Next, she lowers your legs back on the table and pushes your knees wide. “Bowed outward, just like a baby getting changed,” she smiles and laughs a bit as she continues wiping. Below, to the sides, and all around and over your balls she wipes. Then, onto your penis. She cleans thoroughly around the head, foreskin and shaft. “Yes, definitely a penis worthy of a diaper,” she teasingly mocks. 

Your face reddens deeper.

“I’m just kidding sweetie. It’s a very wery cute wittle peepee, and I bet it’s going to wuuvvv its new diapee!” Renee coos babyingly as she lightly pinches your cheeks. “There! Allllll clean! Let’s get you dressed.”

And before you know it, the large adult sized diaper is being slid underneath your butt. You blush deeply at the first feel of its soft, thick padding. Renee notices and smiles. “Don’t worry, no more accidents to worry about out of you mister,” she jokes. “Oh, can’t forget this!” 

Baby powder. Renee liberally begins covering first your ass, then your penis and balls with strong scented baby powder. 

“There we go. That should keeps things all dry and smelling at least somewhat fresh. Yes you smell like a baby, but it’s better than smelling like a potty accident!” Renee says, clearly loving this.

“I’m not using a diaper. Ever,” you protest.

“Oh really?” She retorts. She ramps up her effort by pulling the diaper tight over your crotch and firmly taping it securely closed, 2 on each side. Your legs are lifted and lowered again in a matter of seconds. Renee wraps a few somethings around your diaper, horizontally and vertically, and up between your legs, then “click” it locks into place.

“No no no, I think you will. You see sweetie, those are reinforced steel lines inside those criss-crossed, connected baby blue ribbons I just wrapped around your diaper. And the thing in front? That’s a lock, unremovable by anyone except the key holder. And baby… do you know who the key holder is?” A naughty, playful glimmer is present in Renee’s eyes. “Who holds the key?”

“Yyyy… yyy… you do,” you meekly respond. 

“That’s right. This diaper stays on that cute butt and even cuter little penis until I take it off… until ‘mommy’ takes it off,” Renee’s face is gleaming at this point, loving where this is going.

“But what if I have to go pee?!” 

Renee taps the front of the diaper, right on your penis.

“What if I have to go p…p..p…” you trail off, not able to finish the more embarrassing word. 

Renee bites her lip and giggles even more, tapping the diaper again, this time lower towards your ass hole. 

“You will be juuuust fine, baby boy. I have faith that you can be a big boy for the rest of day, but if not…” she trails off and finds your phone in your pants pocket. “Mommy will change you.” 

“Here, unlock your phone for me.” You comply and she continues. “And…. Done. There, look under your contacts for ‘Mommy’ and text me if you need a change baby. Mommy Renee will come quickly and get you all cleaned up and into a fresh diaper,” Renee giggles. 

“I am NOT using a diaper. Please, take these things off of me,” you pull at the lock, wires and diaper, but to no avail.

“Looks like those khaki pants are 100% dry!” Renee exclaims. She pulls them down and starts to work them back up your legs. “Stay down and let mama finish,” she sternly commands. Before you know it, your khakis, belt, socks and shoes are back on and you stand.

*crinkle* *crinkle* *crinkle* 

You hear the faint sound of a diaper with your every move. Your diaper. You blush and feel your face burning. You also smell the faint fragrance of “baby.”

“Don’t worry sweetie, no one will even notice it. No one can see it (a modest lie as the extra bulk is visible to the close observer) and the slight sound will be inaudible anywhere else in the park. As for the smell…. Well, don’t stand directly next to anyone in line,” Renee laughs again. 

And with those words, Renee opens up the bathroom door. “Here is where we part ways, baby. For now, that is. You let mommy know when you need her,” Renee finishes with a wink from one of her beautiful hazel eyes before swiftly walking off, pushing the stroller, and leaving you wondering what the hell reality you are in. 

You look down at your watch “11:08. I bet everyone is getting off of Space Mountain soon,” you think. And you slowly begin to make your way back, feeling awfully childish from the soft, crinkly diaper forcing your legs slightly apart as you walk….

Today’s the day!  The sales department’s yearly “team building” day, and it sounds half amazing…. and half cringe. Amazing why? Well the sales group is hopping on a bus before sun up and spending the entire day at Disney World, specifically the Magic Kingdom! Cringe why? Because team building, duh! You are here at this company to crank out numbers, finish deals, swing a big stick, and most importantly, earn that big $. The last thing on your mind is wasting a day building pointless, shallow relationships with coworkers.

“Team building is the last thing on my mind,” you think yourself as the bus is pulling into the seemingly endless parking lot at Disney. A bit of nostalgia hits your chest as you look up and out the bus window and see a monorail car zooming towards the park’s entrance. You hadn’t been here since you were a child, 10 maybe but no more. 

You have been with this company for a little over 2 years now. At 25 years old, and 3 years since graduating from university, the world is at your finger tips. You are young, energetic, full of life, ready to take the world by the horns, and ready to make it big. 

“I suppose I can check my emails and stay on top of my deals in between rides,” you mutter as the bus parks and the the group of 20 or so others slowly start to exit the bus. You sat in the back, of course, not antisocial by nature, but more out of habit. You like to observe the entire situation at all times in life, take in the scene completely. It’s in your nature. Maybe it’s a control thing, probably a dominance thing. But you are who you are.

The group begins the hike to the obscenely long golf carts that deliver guests to the monorail entrance. “Limo golf carts,” you joke to yourself in thought. “Then, we have to ride a monorail to the park entrance? This is nuts! It will be noon before we get in the park! Overkill!!” You remain mostly quiet, responding back to other’s greetings with a forced “hello” or “good morning” before  scrolling back through work emails. 

“Oh right, I’ve gotta follow back up on this lead, today,” you think, just as the cart is stopping. The group is exiting the ride and you’re forced to put the phone into your pocket.

“Hey, we’re here for camaraderie,” you hear from behind… it was Tara, another 20 something from the department. She was always chatty, confident, heavily outgoing, quirky and always on her toes. “Better stay off of those work emails or I’ll tattle on you,” she teases then gives a wink and quickly scoots ahead to the front of the group… clearly more excited to be here than you are, at this point.

The park entry line moves rather quickly and before you know it, you are standing in the middle of Main Street. Nostalgia and familiarity flood your senses as you take in the setting…. the buildings… Cinderella’s Castle in the distance…the themes and shops… the smells… the adventure and how a person could get lost in fantasy here… “Man, I loved this place when I was a kid,” you think to yourself. You glance to your left and see the first Disney character of what will be many today… Princess Aurora. A small line in front of her is quickly getting less small as children line up to give her hugs and get pictures. 

And so the morning quickly progressed. An 8:30am park arrival quickly turned into 9:30am and then to after 10:30. Upon entry, the group had made its way towards Tomorrow Land. Laughter, joy and good times dominated the mid-morning atmosphere as attractions such as Buzz Lightyear, Monster Inc. and the Tomorrowland Speedway were completed. You even find yourself having a fantastic morning…

“Whew, that spinning is a little much for me, not to mention the height of it,” you state, getting off of the Astro Orbiter. 

“Ooooo let’s do Space Mountain, next,” you hear someone yell! “Yea, let’s do it,” Tara responds! 

The Astro Orbiter ride did you in a bit, as queasiness sets in. You hate spinning and aren’t too fond of heights, either. Plus, you’ve got that nagging feeling that your email *must* be followed up on. Ahhhhh, the joys of being a device obsessed gen Z’er.

“I’m going to sit this one out, guys,” you state. “I need a break. That last ride made me a little woozy.” 

“Boo,” Tara taunts in an understanding tone. “Fine, but only one. It’s team building day and being a loner is NOT team building!”

“I swear this girl has a bit of a liking towards me,” you think to yourself as you start to find your way towards a quiet, shaded spot to the side of the Space Mountain. The mid March sun wasn’t scorching hot, but it certainly wasn’t cool, either. Finally, you find a tree covered sitting spot on a stone wall…

“Ah… now where am I at with this deal?” You begin reading through the details of your email, not finding much of an update, and then finishing your email by clearing unreads. Then, as you begin to mindlessly scroll YT shorts, you notice something… a woman, probably late 20s, medium brown hair and pretty face sits down across from you. 

You pay her very little attention, other than a glancing notice. It also comes to your attention that she has a stroller… and out comes a baby. 

“Jesus, I hope this kid isn’t a screamer or I’m gonna have to move. This spot is perfect, too….” you sigh to yourself as you go back to your phone. 

A minute or two pass and movement catches your peripheral causing your gaze to reflex and go back towards the woman…. And at that exact moment you catch a glance of one of her massive breasts and a large pink areola and nipple being removed from her bra.  

“She is feeding her baby! Of course she is, right here, right in ‘my’ spot,” you think to yourself.

The woman continues by covering up next, focusing on her child. As the seconds quickly pass, your conscious mind begins to rerun what you just witnessed. You feel a surge within yourself, from your head to the center of your chest, and down to your… eh… privates. Primal sexual energy. 

Now, scrolling on your phone becomes the ultimate chore. Now, what is normally your addiction, is fighting tooth and nail to hold even the tiniest bit of your attention. You turn your head slightly, taking a sneaky peak at the woman, hoping to get another glance of her large chest. It’s still covered. 

And you repeat this several times thinking you’re being sly, until finally, around the 4th or 5th time, your eyes are immediately met by her pretty hazel eyes. She’s staring directly at you. You’ve been caught! You quickly look back down at your phone, attempting to play it off as just a glance around to observe the scene.

The woman then places her child back into the stroller and covers them with a sun cover. She then slowly begins to walk in your direction. Panic begins to set in…

“What are you starting at??” she sternly questions. “Come… NOW.”

Before you know it, her warm hand has firmly grabbed yours and you’re being pulled by this stranger pushing a stroller in one hand and holding yours in the other. You are led around the corner further to where this stone wall finally comes to an end.

“Here should do just fine. Sit,” she commands.

You do as you’re told, feeling like you’re in some sort of trouble with compliance required, but also not knowing what is going on and certainly not having enough time to think….

As quickly as you sit down, the woman sits to your left and abruptly pulls your head down into her soft lap. You instinctively try to lift yourself back up but her right hand presses down on your chest and holds you firmly in place. “No. You’re clearly interested right now, much more than the baby. And I am BURSTING.” 

Before you know it, her blouse is being unbuttoned and the very large, bra-covered breast you saw early is a mere inch away from your face…

“But, I wasn’t really interesss…. I’m.. I’m sorrrr,” you try.

“Shhhhhhh,” the woman quietly responds, placing her index finger gently over the center of your lips. She then points at the stroller. 

She follows up the ‘shhh’ quickly by using both hands and begins pulling her left breast out of the bra. Her tit spills out of the nursing bra and rests onto your face which you immediately move leftward, partially out of shock, partially out of embarrassment…. And partially…. just to breathe… the woman smiles and begins to adjust.

The entire right side of your head is engulfed with a warmth and the softness that you’ve never felt. And you realize that your eyes have shut, as if closing them will make this incredibly awkward, sexual, taboo moment any less real.

The woman leans back to lift her breast slightly and you feel her left arm cradle the back of your head and force it to turn upwards. Your face is now covered in warm squishy breast tissue, eyes barely visible and you hear…

“Open up those eyes for me”
And for some reason, you do, without resistance. 

Your head is adjusted further and you feel the pronounced nipple pressing firmer and firmer on your lips. “Open up, baby.” 

And you instinctively do. The thick nipple parts your lips and finds its way to the top of your mouth as you begin to latch onto this stranger’s nipple and areola. 

“Suck. Just like a baby. Suck. Over and over,” she gently states. And you start. Rhythmically. Steadily. First softly, then more firmly. And then the milk starts flowing. It’s surprisingly warm with a hint of sweetness.

As the warm milk starts to flow, you feel yourself attempt to pull away and spit it out, but the woman promptly tightens her left arm around the cradle hold and pulls you a little closer, keeping your head in place and your latch firm. You reluctantly swallow and continue…

“Hmmmmm,” she hums. “I needed this relief. The baby wanted none of it for some reason, and my tits are so full, and I’m without my pump!” 

The position you are in makes resistance futile as you further dive into rhythmic suckling and swallowing, filling yourself with this woman’s breast milk. It’s exhilarating, embarrassing… and kinky. The fingers of her right hand begin to rub comforting, nurturing circles through your hair right about the time you notice the feeling of your cock straining desperately in your boxer briefs, pointed downwards still with no way to get any relief or stretch. A bulge shows through your khaki pants and you slightly begin to panic.

After a couple minutes of this, the left breast is removed from your mouth and the right one pulled out and immediately pressed against your head and face. “Open. Now,” she gently commands, pulling your head closely as you comply and begin to suckle. The warm, sweet milk immediately starts flowing as the large nipple makes its way to the top of your mouth, almost to the back of your throat, as you hungrily begin to suck.

“That’s a good boy,” she coos, clearly enjoying this. 

The overwhelming sensation of her nipple in your mouth, the huge warm breast on your face, the other one resting against the back of her head and her firm, motherly grasp is quickly sending you into overdrive as you begin to moan and struggle a bit as you exhale…

“Hmmmm” “hmmmmmm” “hmmmmm” “ughhhhhh” “ugghhhhhh” 

“There there, you’re not going anywhere,” she matter of factly states.

You feel that oh so familiar feeling quickly arising, that impending orgasm feeling. If you don’t pull away quickly, you’re going to cum in your pants. And given the fact the you’ve been practicing abstinence, this is going to be a rather big mess. These thoughts enter your mind and you attempt to pull away.

“No no, baby. We’re not done. Mama needs further relief.” She looks down and sees the strain in your pants, clearly enjoying both her relief and your predicament. 

“Uhhhh” *suck*
“mhmmmm” *suck*
“uhhhhh” *suck* 
“Uhhhh” *suck*
“mhmmmm” *suck*
“uhhhhh” *suck* 

and then it happens, you spontaneously begin cumming in your undies. Your cock still faced downwards, only half erect but 2x hard begins to violently pump semen into your underwear. Pump after pump after pump after pump the waves continue…

“Hmmmmm” “hmmmmm” “hmmmmmm”

“There there, keep your eyes open and keep sucking,” she coaxes and smiles almost with satisfaction, clearly knowing what’s happening. Your eyes fight the roll upward as this woman holds your gaze. She holds your head firmly, commanding your eyes open and on hers, and for your mouth to continue nursing. “Don’t stop, keep sucking. Be a good boy for mommy.” 

You wince at the embarrassing words but the euphoria of your orgasm has fully taken over as you obediently keep suckling….

*pump* *pump* *pump* *pump* *pump*

A wet spot becomes noticeably visible below your penis and balls on your khakis as the orgasm slowly fades. Your cock dryly reflexes for another 30 seconds or so as you continue to nurse, and as the euphoria fades, you begin to feel the warm, sticky, wet mess in your pants.

“Looks like someone wet their pants. Tsk tsk tsk. This is no good, no good at all,” the woman teases and slowly pulls her firm nipple from your still suckling mouth. She puts her breast back into her bra before quickly buttoning up the white blouse.

She then guides you upwards to a sitting position and says, “we’ve got to get you cleaned up. Come with me sweetie.” You feel the woman’s warm, firm grip on your left hand as you are forced to stand. 

“I think there’s a family restroom around here somewhere. We’ll take care of this FULLY, in there. Stay behind the stroller and help push, that should hide your wet spot from any onlookers.”

You gulp hard and stare down at your phone. “Fully?” What does that mean?? 10:52, and this day is only getting started,” you think to yourself, as you feel the strong grip of this woman’s hand tighten around yours and pull you along….