Waking Up and Starting the Day

Abe Dell was practically 20 again. He woke up with a damp face. Abebi was sitting on him and waiting for her morning fun.

His tongue dove deep, chin slick with juice, padded hands holding onto the black woman's hips. It was emotionally rewarding to hear her moaning in pleasure, but it only exacerbated another problem he had. Since cock control was emphasized to such a great extent. The hot mess cupping his bottom contrasted with heat of his cock practically turning inward in a cage that literally made his dick disappear. Being used as a baby-dicked himbo, he wanted to cum so badly and it only elevated his ecstasy.

Abebi was pleased, dismounted, only for the trimmed red hair of Aberdeen to replace her. At least as he ate her out, someone was moving his legs, wiping him clean, being awful and blowing on his tummy to really confuse his libido. Aberdeen dismounted and it was Abigail, blonde hair flowing down in beautiful locks.

"Hey, my baby boy!" She cooed, already pulling her nighty off.

Abe Dell blushed, "Should I call you Abigail or...?

"I gave birth to you, and no one else has yet, so please, call me Mommy, now drink your tiddy before you eat me out, I'm sore." Abigail said as she laid out on his bed.

He latched on, very well practiced at this point, Abigail ran her hands up and down his thighs, the brief ruffle of his fresh diaper was scintillating. As a silly man he knew his peepee was uncontrollable, at least by him, all his harem made sure it was tightly caged and all it's leaks contained.

"Thank you baby, much better. Now help Mommy feel better." Abigail cooed, shifting from where she laid to sitting up on her knees. Abe licked his milky lips and quickly laid to have his face sat upon. While he was very familiar with every vagina in the harem, Abigail's was special, he had been in it, carried by her, there was hightened emotional intimacy. Even in his cage, practically inverted, he could feel a special kind of leak as he came from just eating his mommy-girlfriend out.

"Thanks baby, now get in the kitchen where you belong." Ordered the blonde.

Abe tossed his sleep shift and obeyed, lithe twink body on full display, only wearing a pink diaper with a printed pattern of rattles and ribbons. On a hook was his apron, delightful manly frills on it, embroidered to declare him a "baby bitch".

He got to work, sautéing onions and mushrooms, dicing peppers, and cracking egg after egg to make sausage and potato loaded omelets to fuel the women who would need to do the difficult feminine work that a man like him was incapable of. For himself he made a brown sugar and maple oatmeal that was thin enough to be soup, adding in the supplement powder that eliminated poop odor. While everyone knew no man could be potty trained, it was still expected that they smell like fresh flowers no matter what. A double standard to be sure.

Breakfast came and went, Abe Dell saying goodbye to Abebi, Aberdeen, and Abbelina the usual way, kneeling by the door to hug and kiss each ass. Once they went off to work it was back to the kitchen, to clean up.

"We missed that good cooking when you were in me, then again, I also miss you neing in me." Abigail said, hugging Abe from behind at the sink, a hand cupping the front of his soggy pamper.

"Maybe there should be two of me, one to serve my mommy and one to be in my mommy." Abe purred. It was so damn hot being babied by Abigail. He was simpering putty in her hands.

"We need to go grocery shopping, slumming it like bachelorettes was fun, but now you need to bring that manly touch back in our home."

"Yes Mommy, pick something cute for me and when the dishwasher is going, I'll go with you." Abe promised, an approving pat on his crotch was his answer.