Story post; diapers (implied messy, leaking); forced femboy; slice of life; dry orgasm
The seven year old yawned softly as it plodded out of its room towards the kitchen. The prepubescent kitten looking almost normal; wearing a heather grey training bra up top, paws idly picking at the newish addition to its forced wardrobe. However the size 9 ‘Luvs Platinum Sleepy Nights’ sagging between its legs cutting away any normalcy. The padding’s wetness indicator almost completely blue in the rear from its nighttime accidents along with a bit of extra sag under its tail.The feline pouted as it scanned its paw on the refrigerator to get breakfast, tail floofing up slightly at the tingly full body scan. The fancy screen eventually displaying its generalized health metrics along with a potty training chart.
*Polaris Townley, Age: 7, Gender: Male
Vitals: Nominal, low protein
Week in Review:
Fr: ☀️: ⭐️, 🌙: ⚡️,
Sa: ☀️: 🌧, 🌙: 🌧,
Su: ☀️: ⭐️, 🌙: ⛈,
Mo: No Data Found*
Polly glowering at the screen’s constant reminder of its forced femboyification before wrenching the door open and grabbing the bottle of its premixed ‘milk replacement,’ setting the 10oz baby bottle onto the kitchen table before pouring a bowl of cereal.
Letting out a little yip as it sat on its booster seat, the smush waking it up in more ways than one. Morning wood attempting to peek out of its sheath as the conflicting feelings ran through its head. Trying its best to ignore them, the feline focused on trying to open its bottle to pour the cummy mixture into the bowl to save itself from the embarrassing suckling.
Unfortunately it couldn’t quite manage the child safety lock in its semi-sleepy fugue, instead huffing softly as it gnawed down the dry Bluey cereal with its paws between suckles of the thick fluids. It’d think after a year of being on this milk replacement it’d have gotten used to the texture, but it just couldn’t shake the blush from rising to its muzzle each time; unable to let it’s mind wander from the task.
What did break it from the monotony was the warm wetness running down its thighs, unknowingly soaking its nighttime padding to the point of leaking. Paws gripping at its crotch in an attempt to stem the flow only made things worse off, the stream instead leaking out the waistband a little and onto its tum before the sensations grew to their peak; resulting dry orgasm shuddering through its form.
Once its panting and the leaking slowed, the preteen gingerly eased out of the pink plastic booster and into the tub for a much needed bath.