**”Mommy’s Good Boy”**

I was nervous as hell standing in front of Kayla’s bedroom door, shifting from foot to foot in my thick, crinkly diaper. The scent of baby powder clung to me, mixed with the faintest hint of sweat—I’d been wearing it all day like she told me to. My little dick was straining against the padding, barely making a bump, and my cheeks burned knowing she’d laugh at me for it again.

Kayla—*Mommy*—was lounging on the bed when she called me in, wearing nothing but a silky robe that barely covered her thick thighs. She smirked at me, her dark eyes dragging down my body. “Come here, baby boy. Let Mommy see how desperate you are.”

I shuffled forward, the diaper loud between my legs. Her fingers hooked into the waistband, pulling it down just enough to expose my tiny, twitching cock. It was barely two inches hard, and her laugh made my stomach flip with shame and arousal.

“Aww, is this all my little man has for Mommy?” She pinched my shaft between her fingers, making me whimper. “I’ve seen clits bigger than this.” Her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing just hard enough to make my knees weak. “Poor thing. No wonder you need diapers—real men don’t stay this tiny.”

I moaned pathetically, my hips jerking into her touch. She tsked and let go, patting my padded hip. “On the bed. Hands and knees.”

I obeyed fast, crawling onto the mattress, the diaper sagging between my legs. Kayla grabbed a bottle of baby oil and drizzled it over my back. Her hands worked it into my skin, massaging deep, before sliding lower. I gasped when her fingers slipped under the diaper, rubbing my tight hole.

“Mommy’s gonna take care of you,” she purred, pressing a slick finger inside. I groaned, pushing back against her, my little cock dripping onto the sheets. She added another finger, scissoring me open. “Such a tiny slut. You wanna be Mommy’s good boy?”

“Y-yes, please,” I begged, my voice cracking.

She pulled her fingers out and ripped the diaper open, tossing it aside. Then she flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. Her robe fell open, revealing her heavy tits and the thick thatch of hair between her thighs.

“Watch Mommy,” she ordered, straddling my face.

I licked at her pussy eagerly, my tongue lapping at her folds. She tasted salty and sweet, her clit already swollen. I sucked it hard, making her moan, her hips grinding down. “Good boy,” she panted, “but you’re still useless down there.”

She pulled away and reached for the strapon on the nightstand—thick and veiny, way bigger than me. I whimpered as she lubed it up and pressed the tip to my hole. “You need a real cock, don’t you?”

I nodded frantically, and she shoved in with one rough thrust. I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets. She fucked me deep, each stroke making my useless dick bounce.

“Look at you,” she laughed, slamming into me harder. “Tiny-dicked baby taking it like a slut. Mommy owns you.”

I came untouched, my cock spurting weakly onto my stomach. She kept pounding me until she shuddered, her fake cock buried deep.

After, she pulled out and wiped me down with a baby wipe, cooing. “Such a good boy.”

I curled into her, still dripping, knowing I’d never be enough—and loving every second of it.