“That works for me.” I had thought that maybe they would just do a short punishment, or that Drew changing my diapers would only be very seldom. Now it looked like it was going to be a regular occurrence. As I sat there, I began to feel pressure in both my bowels and bladder. I realized I needed to go again, and very badly. “I – I need doggystyle to pee again, and I need to poop.” “Well, you’re wearing your diaper so you should go Hardcore ahead and do it.” “She pees a lot, student you might want to make her get off the sofa so she doesn’t get it wet.” “Can’t I please just use the toilet?” “No. You have a diaper, use it.” I slid skinny off the sofa and squatted down on the floor. I relaxed and let my bowels and bladder empty, which filled and soaked my diaper. I was close to where Drew sat, and he obviously got a whiff. “Jeez, that stinks.” My mother looked at him, then at me. teen “I’ll cut you a break son, I won’t make you change this poopy diaper. You might want to watch though for the next time.” At least he wasn’t going to change me, but he was going to watch me be changed. After his last changing, I guess I was somewhat happy. As the male watched, trembling, the Amazon ignored him, pushing the naked blonde to the ground. “Smell what?” he asked. “You must do as I say now yes? Again checking that I was okay she told me that I might find this machine a little shocking but quite nice. Tracer’s dreams were less than pleasant, student confusion and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the Hardcore persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away. How am I even supposed to respond to that? I cheated on her today. My eyes were glued to his cock. "Why should we go for artificial fertilization? My heartbeat skyrocketing in fear, doggystyle I wrenched open the door and my jaw teen hung slack. I was already cumming and Marla was sucking one nipple and rubbing the other. Ben dropped under the water and came back up skinny dripping with a cascade of water. I grab a towel, to wrap it around myself to keep “IT” from grazing onto her, and hopefully keep me in control. My fingers gently touch her chin and I pull her face back up to me. “It doesn’t really matter if the whole world knows you’re transgender.