Wish Gone Awry: The Pampering Begins

You stood in your living room, heart pounding after uttering that fateful wish to the ancient amulet you'd found. All women would find you adorable and irresistible, desperate to pamper you. It seemed perfect for a lonely guy like you. But the universe had a twisted sense of humor, and the wording left everything open to interpretation.

The next morning at the coffee shop, the barista—a sharp-eyed brunette named Lena with curves that could stop traffic—leaned over the counter with a coo. "Oh my goodness, look at this precious little thing! Aren't you just the cutest? Do you need Auntie Lena to fuss over you?" Her voice dripped with baby talk, eyes sparkling with something more than innocence. You blinked, trying to laugh it off, but she reached out and pinched your cheek. "Such a sweet boy, probably needs a change soon. No pants would let everyone see those adorable diapers!"

You stammered a witty retort, "Hey, I'm not exactly in the market for a nursery upgrade," but Lena's smile only widened. She circled the counter, her presence commanding. "Oh, honey, that sharp tongue won't save you now. Let's check if my little man is properly padded." Before you could protest, her hand slipped to your waistband with surprising strength, discovering the truth. Her eyes lit up with wicked delight. "No diaper? Well, we can't have that. Time to put you where you belong."

The tension crackled as she pulled you into the back room, her body pressing close. "You're horny for this, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes," she teased, voice a mix of babyish lilt and adult hunger. "But first, let's make sure you're all worked up." Her fingers traced lower, finding you already hard. She dropped to her knees with a grin. "Time for a special treat."

Lena's mouth enveloped your cock in a wet, eager blowjob, her tongue swirling as you groaned. "That's it, my adorable boy, let it out," she murmured between sucks, her free hand gripping your ass. You were panting, sweating, the sensation building fast. She pulled back just enough to wink. "Not yet— I want that hard cock inside me."

She stood, hiking up her skirt to reveal her dripping pussy, guiding you to thrust deep. The sex was raw and explicit, her strong hips meeting yours with dominant rhythm. "Fuck, you're so wet," you gasped, but she countered wittily, "Language, baby boy— though I love how horny you make me." Your bodies moved in sync, her ass slapping against you, both of you building to climax.

She came first with a shuddering moan, her pussy clenching around your cock as cum spilled from her. You followed moments later, panting and sweating, the release intense. Yet as you caught your breath, Lena's eyes gleamed with resolve. "Now that we've had our fun, it's diaper time—no more big boy pants for you."

She rummaged in a bag, producing a thick, crinkly diaper with cartoon prints. "All women will want to pamper you this way. Resistance is adorable but futile." You tried a clever protest, but her firm hands already had you on the changing mat she'd improvised. The chapter closed on her cooing, "There we go, all snug— but wait until the others find out."

Little did you know, this was merely the first pampering in a world gone delightfully, inescapably infantile.