She Does (Patreon)

"Are you ready, handsome?" 

Trevor could hear his heart beating a hole through his chest, loud enough that he worried it might wake Todd, even three streets down at the Walker's place. He shifted his weight on his knees and pushed his hips back a little, pressing his bare bottom against the lower part of his wife's slender belly. This time, though, a different sensation accompanied the gesture. 

He could feel the length of his wife's strap-on tucking between his cheeks, firm against the base of his tail and pressed between his buns like she was hotdogging him. The notion made his ears burn red, and he wiggled his hips across the toy pressed against his butt. He could feel her behind him, and the contrast of her smaller, more graceful frame, and the way the toy felt against his butt, not to mention the knowledge of where it was about to go, had him blushing furiously.

But it also made his dick almost painfully hard, leaking from the head, into the soft insides of the diaper spread out underneath him. 

"Is that a yes?" Erin chuckled, her voice all teasing sweetness as she danced her fingers up the length of her husband's spine, making him shiver and bite down on his lip to try and keep quiet. "I think I know something that will make my big baby boy like this new game even more..." 

With the strap-on still tucked snugly against Trevor's cheeks, Erin pulled the diaper underneath him up between his legs, only drawing her hips back just enough for the seat of the diaper to cover her husband's wide, fluffy backside. Like many nights before, she wrapped him up in his diaper, though with him facedown this time, and taped it snug at his hips, leaving his achingly hard dick pinned between his furry stomach and his much-beloved Bone Drys disposable diapers. 

"But-" He started, and she shushed him. He almost sounded disappointed. 'How are we gonna do this if I'm wearing a diaper' was undoubtedly the question he was going to ask, and she knew it.

"Shh, handsome. Mommy will take care of it."

Erin loosened the tape securing the base of Trevor's tail, and pulled the seat of his diaper a bit lower; low enough that she could start fitting the smooth, slick head of the strap-on inside her husband's diaper, and up his butt. He could feel the tip of it positioned at his back door, tucked between his cheeks. 

As she leaned forward, she put her one hand on the hip of his diaper, and reached under him with the other, pressing a rubber bulb to his mouth, which he quickly recognized as his pacifier. With an eager, nervous grunt, he quickly took the pacifier into his mouth and started sucking on it.

"That's a good boy. Now take a deep breath and relax." The big dog shifted his legs and did his best to do so, hips propped up, tail raised, diaper crinkling, and his puffy backside pushed back, presented to his wife. 

With one hand on his hip and the other on his lower back, Erin slowly leaned her hips forward, feeling the strap-on push smoothly past any resistance and start to sink, inch by inch, up her husband's backside, disappearing between his cheeks and inside the confines of his bedtime diaper. She moved slow, fortunately for Trevor, and he grunted and squirmed under her, curling his toes, biting down on his pacifier, and gripping the bedsheets as tight as he could as he felt the slick dildo pushing deeper and deeper inside him. 

"Shhh, it's okay, baby..." She crooned, feeling the way his powerful back flexed and arched against her, but she could feel his hips pushing back against her. He was nervous, embarrassed, but eager. 

Much like she thought he'd be. And she obliged.

Holding him close, feeling the warmth of his much bigger body as he squirmed underneath her, she pressed the toy the rest of the way up his butt. Trevor tucked his legs in and groaned through the pacifier as his wife mounted him, enamored with the feel of her hips pushed snug to his butt, the feel of the strap-on deep inside him, and as always, his diaper hugging his cheeks.

"What a big boy, taking the whole toy for Mommy..." She praised him, and he grinned stupidly around the pacifier, his tail starting to wag near her face.

Slowly, smoothly, she pulled her hips back, then pushed back inside him once more, sinking all the way up his raised butt. Then a third time, before she fell into a rhythm, pegging her husband through his bedtime diaper. The bed squeaked under them, a familiar sound, but in unfamiliar circumstances

"I hope my big boy is ready for a long night."