Yes

I watch as my wife, with a smug expression smeared across her face, walks over to the couch and sits down. Staring directly at me, she spreads her legs, putting her panty-covered pussy perfectly on display to me. Her purple lingerie, so adult, so sexy, mocks me as I sit on the floor, trapped in the giant diaper she locked me in.

I then watch as Melody moves her hand to her crotch, sliding her manicured fingers into her panties. She bites her lip as she starts to gently work her clitoris. I can feel myself getting hard in my padded prison. Subconsciously, I feel myself start to thrust my hips into the floor. The frustration from not cumming after the hand jobs and blow jobs Melody gave me during the diaper change beginning to overtake my psyche.

Melody starts to moan and thrust her hips into her own hand as she rubs. Without slowly down, she looks down at me with a satisfied grin.

"Does the big baby like watching Mommy play with her big girl parts? Is he jealous of Mommy's fingers?" Her mocking was followed immediately by a deep moan. My wife was clearly getting off on the power she had over me.

In almost any other situation, this would be incredibly hot. Watching my wife pleasure herself for my benefit was one of my fantasies--one that Melody had never acted on before. However, internally, I couldn't enjoy the situation, knowing she was getting off on the idea of forcing me to regress and debase myself in front of her.

"No, I'm not jealous of your fingers, but I am happy that you are enjoying yourself," I said as cooly and maturely as I could muster from my position, diapered on the floor.

"Oh, don't be Mr. Pouty Britches, I can tell you like this. Mommy's always know," Melody said, pausing briefly to let out a moan. "Why don't you get off your high horse and show Mommy what watching this makes you want to do to her? Show me how you want to fuck me right now with Princess Bear."

"No," I said determinedly, pushing the giant bear to the side.

Melody sighed in disappointment at my refusal to obey. She pulled her hand out of her panties, placed both hands on her knees, and leaned forward, staring at me intensely.

"I didn't want to have to do this, baby. I wanted it to be your choice. But, clearly, you haven't learned who is in charge yet," she said. "But, I'll give you an out. If you are telling the truth, if you REALLY don't want to have sex with me right now, you'll get to hold on to that little bit of dignity you find so precious."

I swallowed nervously, calming my mind to try and fight off whatever hypnotic suggestion was coming next.

"Mommy says fuck Princess Bear exactly how you want to fuck Mommy right now."

I closed my eyes and tried to focus. I tried to convince myself I wasn't turned on and that I wanted nothing to do with the woman that was torturing me right now. Anything to fight the desire--the need--I was feeling to ravage the giant teddy bear sitting next to me.

Only moments after my eyes were closed, I heard the rustle of fingers pushing past lace and Melody's moans start up again. I opened my eyes to be greeted by the sight of my wife furiously pleasuring herself.

"Mmmmhmmmm, yeah, that's it baby, that's the spot," she said.

God, it was so fucking hot. I just wanted to crawl over and start eating her out until she was close, and then flip her around doggy style and fuck her until with both finished. That thought triggered to doom for my dignity.

Hypnotic command in place and triggered by my own uncontrollable horniness, my body went to work. I felt myself crawl over and grab Princess Bear. I then grabbed the giant stuffed animal and dragged it over to the couch where Melody sat. Melody, smiling at me curiously, slowed down the process of pleasuring herself. Once at the couch, I rose to my knees, picked up Princess Bear, and sat the stuffy on the couch with it's legs spread. I positioned my head between the teddy bears legs. Then, with an internal scream, I dove in.

I could hear Melody begin to laugh uproariously as I opened my mouth and started to drag my tongue across the soft, fluffy fabric of the bear. I could feel my cheeks turning red as I licked, sucked, and nibbled on the fabric that made up the crotched of the giant stuffed animal.

Despite my embarrassment, the act of eating out Princess Bear like my wife, while my wife watched, was turning me on. My cock pressed hard against the soft padding of my diaper. I let a hand slip down and stared to rub my plastic covered crotch to increase my own pleasure.

"That's it baby, eat out Princess Bear. Show her what a generous lover you are for Mommy. Show her how you want to take care of Mommy," Melody said as she sat next to the giant bear, watching me simulate giving her oral on the toy.

Despite not being capable of looking over to see Melody, I could tell she was enjoying my show from the sounds she was making. I could here her hand rubbing against the fabric of her panties. Further, as she encouraged me to keep going, I could here her breaths getting shorter and deeper. As I kept rubbing myself and eating the bear out, her once infrequent moans became more and more regular. After what felt like hours to me, but was probably just moment, I could tell that my wife was on the verge of cumming. That was my signal.

I stopped pretending to orally pleasure the giant, stuffed bear that Melody had bought for me. Internally, I sighed in relief. Licking Princess Bear's fabric crotch has really dried my tongue out. Externally, I moved to the next phase of my debasement.

"Oh, no, Mommy, you don't get to finish by yourself!" I said, as if I was fucking Melody instead of a stuffed bear.

Melody jumped at my suddenly words, the raised an eyebrow and looked at me curiously.

"Is that so little boy?" She asked.

"It is," I said unbidden, a growl of lust accompanying the words.

With that I grabbed Princess Bear by the hips, pulled the bear off the couch, the flipped it over. I then beant the stuffed animal over the seat of the couch, exposing the poor toy's behind under the tuel, ballet skirt, and gave it's butt a playful smack. I then pulled myself and mounted the bear, pressing my diapered crotch firmly against its stuffed rear end. Then, like I have done so many times to Melody in this position, I grabbed Princess Bear by the top of the head, where Melody's hair would have been, forcefully, but generally, pulled the bears head back, and spoke.

"You're going to like this," I growled.

I could hear Melody giggle as I then began thrusting my padded crotch into the exposed ass of the stuffed animal rhythmically. The sound made me blush, but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop.

It only took a few of my thrusts into Princess Bear for Melody's giggles to once again be replaced by moans.

"That's right baby! Show me what you want to do to Mommy. Thrust that diapered butt!" She cheered me on between moans.

I blushed at Melody's taunts, but I still couldn't convince my body to stop. The pressure of thrusting my padded dick against the stuffed bear felt amazing. My member throbbed with pleasure with each press of my body into the toy. It felt so good, I stated to thrust harder. My moans of pleasured mixing with my wife's. If I closed my eyes, I found it easy to imagine that it was Melody I had beant over the couch rather than Princess Bear.

As I continued to hump Princess Bear just like the pathetic, diapered protagonists in the stories I'd written, I heard Melody's breaths begin to quicken as her moans lengthened. I closed my eyes, pretending I was fucking her with all of my imagination. I humped quicker and harder as she got close, imagining that it was me, not her fingers, pushing her over the edge.

My own pleasure crested as hers did. As Melody's moans shifted to the scream that signified that her body was being overtaken by an orgasm, I felt as if I was right on the edge of bursting as well. I increased the already frantic pace of my thrusts.

"That's right Mommy! Take that Mommy! That's what you like!" I said, cringing internally at my attempts to say 'Melody' transforming to 'Mommy' as they left my lips.

Melody screamed again. I opened my eyes to watch her body shake as her muscles contracted and relaxed uncontrollably as she came again. I stated thrusting harder, wanting to experience that pleasure for myself. However, no matter how frantically I humped Princess Bear, I couldn't **** myself over the edge. The dry padding of the diaper offered too little resistance and just didn't feel right against my dick.

Tears started to roll down my face involuntarily as I continued to dry hump my stuffy. My frustration was overcoming even my shame. Melody, her orgasms over, turned to me, reached out a hand, and stroked the side of my face lovingly.

"What's wrong baby? Can't cum?" She asked, a hint of real concern in her voice.

"Yes," I panted as I continued to fuck the bear, unable to stop, "It doesn't feel right."

"You know what would help?" Melody offered, "If you wet your diaper. I bet a warm, wet diaper would feel an awful lot like Mommy's warm, wet pussy."

I cringed at the thought. Wetting a diaper just to be able to cum was exactly the humiliating behavior I would attribute to a character in one of my stories that I was trying to avoid. However, it was clear that my wife's command, that I 'fuck Princess Bear exactly how I wanted to fuck' her, meant I wouldn't be able to stop molesting the stuffed bear until I came. Cumming in Melody was precisely what I wanted to do.

So, with no other options, I temporarily ceased humping Princess Bear. I focused all of my attention on my bladder, and I pushed. A soft hissing noise filled the air as I felt a warm wetness spread across my crotch. My hypnotized body smiled involuntarily as I cringed inside. Why did this feel so good?

"Good boy!" Melody said, getting off the couch as walking up behind me, "Wet that diaper like the baby you are."

I closed my eyes as I finished, hoping that by shutting out the world, maybe I could avoid some embarrassment.

"Now, let's let you finish. Show Princess Bear what you really want to do to Mommy."

I felt Melody's hands on the sides of my hips, her thumbs pressing lightly into my back as her fingers wrapped towards my front. Gently, she started guiding my emotions, encouraging me to hump the stuffed bear I had pinned over our couch.

**** to get this over with, I complied. Starting slowly, I began to thrust my padded crotch into Princess Bear's ass again. Guided by Melody, those thrusts quickly picked up steam. As I jumped the bear, I noticed the sensation on my penis felt significantly different in a wet rather than dry diaper.

The padding was softer and easier to condense, making it easier for me to apply the necessary pressure to myself. The warmth and wetness also felt good. Just as Melody has suggested, those sensations allowed me to pretend, at least a little bit, that I was fucking a vagina rather than humping a stuffed bear.

Melody started to rub my back as I my emotions picked up steam.

"That's it baby! Cum for Mommy! Make stickies for me! Show me what a big boy you are!" She whispered in my ear.

It didn't take long after that. Within a few thrusts, I peaked. My dick pulsed in it padded prison as I shot warm, sticky cum into my already wet diaper. I laid all my weight on Princess Bear as I let my body convulse with pleasure. I groaned as I shot multiple loads of my hot seed into my waiting diaper.

I let my body go slack as I finished. As I felt my conscious brain retake control, I felt shame over take me. Without moving from my spot, laying on Princess Bear, dangling off the couch, I buried my face in the stuffed animals back and began to cry.

Once again, Melody had broken me. Not only had she **** me to debase myself by performing unspeakable acts on a stuffed bear, she had convinced me to voluntarily wet my diaper again. She has once again shattered my self-image as an assertive, unbreakable, daddy dom and shown me how easily I could be convinced to act like a pathetic man-baby.

As I cried, I felt my wife's hand rubbing up and down my naked back.

"It's okay baby. You were a good baby for Mommy! A very good baby for Mommy!" She said comfortingly. "I know this must be hard for you, but being my baby comes with some treats too. Are you ready for a treat?"

I didn't know how to respond. All I wanted to do was melt away and die. This all felt like too much.

"Let's get you your treat. I promise you'll like it," Melody said as I continued to sob into the stuffed bear beneath me.