Happy Diaper Harem

A woman wouldn't be using Trying as pillow talk while fucking a man. Saying it while fantasizing to jill off? Sure, but Aberdeen wouldn't be saying it now unless Abe Dell, the harem master, had ordered that they Try. If Abe wanted to be Trying, he had his harem's support. Abebi got her mature style diaper bag and stopped by the pair as she put her dangling earrings in, "Oh remember to stand on your head after. Grandma says that's how she got Daddy, it can't hurt." She offered before kissing Abe's cheek and heading out.

The door creaked open again, Abigail rubbing her eye, teddy bear held tight to breast as she fought the sleepies to join in.

"Ibebi said Dada Twi wif Ibirdi." She slurred behind her pacifier. She got in the bed and held Abe Dell. "Dada gunnu gittuh boi an we awl be mamas an wuv an kiss im." She comfortingly encouraged around her pacifier, Aberdeen slumped forward, hair cascading around Abe's field of vision, a giggle came from Abigail as Aberdeen held a tit to play with.

"We'll have a son, get the dispersement, and have a bigger house, harem nursery and child nursery, and he's going to have so many aunts to support him and sisters to play with." Aberdeen cooed.

Abe Dell couldn't hold back, he was laying on Aberdeen's diaper, Little Abigail sounding like an adoring girl encouraging him, of course the dominant Aberdeen, waxing romantic about her life of service to him. He came, hard. Aberdeen moaned as it happened. Night shift waitress Abigail sleepily calling out "good job Dada". Aberdeen kisses him as she pumped a bit more for good measure.

Dismounting, Aberdeen pulled her diaper out, removed the plug, and has herself taped nice and snug. "Abigail, clean up the mess and let Master eat breakfast, I'll tuck you in."

Abigail popped her pacifier out and was lapping up the mix of fluids over Abe Dell's cock. Satisfied she did good, moved the breakfast tray over for Abe, and grabbed her bear, "I go nini dada, twi wif me water." She lisped before heading out the Big bedroom to go to her Little one.

Abe ate his breakfast in bed in a wonderful haze. The day before yesterday, he was an incel closeted abdl. Today he came in one girlfriend, another girlfriend shared an old wives tale, while another girlfriend cuddled up with a binky and teddy bear, calling him Daddy, while yet another girlfriend was on the hook for a spanking.

Finishing the great food, Abe Dell got up, getting dressed in a suit for a day of work as a councilman, publically changing the local world via legislation, initiatives, programs, and tax projects, secretly changing the whole of reality with the Notebook.

Heading down the hall, he looked in the Nursery, Abigail was softly sleeping, under a mobile, naked save for a thick overnight diaper decorated with little cows jumping over the moon. He gently shut the door.

Aberdeen was finishing buttoning up her blouse and getting a pair of flats on. She wore pants, buttons down both sides obviously to get the fabric out of the way for a diaper change.

"Have a good day at work, I'm going to set an appointment to get my ovulation mapped, I'll make sure the rest do the same."

"Not standing on your head though?" Abe chuckled.

"Oh please, with the birth control we are all on? No way the first Try would take, not that I'm not hoping anyway. I really hope I'm first, hard enough to get Abigail to keep her clothes on without feeding a baby adding another excuse." Aberdeen kisses Abe before heading out.

The harem had 3 cars, Abebi and Abbelina sharing one, Aberdeen and Abigail switching day shift and night shift, and Abe had an SUV to hold all of them for group date events when the schedules worked out. He hopped in it and let the radio play, majority female sang/performed/written, but any top lists were strictly male performed. In the back seat he saw two booster seats, not really raising the occupant up but rather giving a five point harness to hold a Little securely in place. He could picture, or maybe remember, Abbelina and Abigail sitting together, giggling as they played silly games, or huffily looking away from each other when in a tantrum.