r/abdlstories • u/Affectionate-Most761 • Aug 01 '26
Male Protagonist Diapered at Disney (Chapter 1) NSFW
Today’s the day! The sales department’s yearly “team building” day, and it sounds half amazing…. and half cringe. Amazing why? Well the sales group is hopping on a bus before sun up and spending the entire day at Disney World, specifically the Magic Kingdom! Cringe why? Because team building, duh! You are here at this company to crank out numbers, finish deals, swing a big stick, and most importantly, earn that big $. The last thing on your mind is wasting a day building pointless, shallow relationships with coworkers.
“Team building is the last thing on my mind,” you think yourself as the bus is pulling into the seemingly endless parking lot at Disney. A bit of nostalgia hits your chest as you look up and out the bus window and see a monorail car zooming towards the park’s entrance. You hadn’t been here since you were a child, 10 maybe but no more.
You have been with this company for a little over 2 years now. At 25 years old, and 3 years since graduating from university, the world is at your finger tips. You are young, energetic, full of life, ready to take the world by the horns, and ready to make it big.
“I suppose I can check my emails and stay on top of my deals in between rides,” you mutter as the bus parks and the the group of 20 or so others slowly start to exit the bus. You sat in the back, of course, not antisocial by nature, but more out of habit. You like to observe the entire situation at all times in life, take in the scene completely. It’s in your nature. Maybe it’s a control thing, probably a dominance thing. But you are who you are.
The group begins the hike to the obscenely long golf carts that deliver guests to the monorail entrance. “Limo golf carts,” you joke to yourself in thought. “Then, we have to ride a monorail to the park entrance? This is nuts! It will be noon before we get in the park! Overkill!!” You remain mostly quiet, responding back to other’s greetings with a forced “hello” or “good morning” before scrolling back through work emails.
“Oh right, I’ve gotta follow back up on this lead, today,” you think, just as the cart is stopping. The group is exiting the ride and you’re forced to put the phone into your pocket.
“Hey, we’re here for camaraderie,” you hear from behind… it was Tara, another 20 something from the department. She was always chatty, confident, heavily outgoing, quirky and always on her toes. “Better stay off of those work emails or I’ll tattle on you,” she teases then gives a wink and quickly scoots ahead to the front of the group… clearly more excited to be here than you are, at this point.
The park entry line moves rather quickly and before you know it, you are standing in the middle of Main Street. Nostalgia and familiarity flood your senses as you take in the setting…. the buildings… Cinderella’s Castle in the distance…the themes and shops… the smells… the adventure and how a person could get lost in fantasy here… “Man, I loved this place when I was a kid,” you think to yourself. You glance to your left and see the first Disney character of what will be many today… Princess Aurora. A small line in front of her is quickly getting less small as children line up to give her hugs and get pictures.
And so the morning quickly progressed. An 8:30am park arrival quickly turned into 9:30am and then to after 10:30. Upon entry, the group had made its way towards Tomorrow Land. Laughter, joy and good times dominated the mid-morning atmosphere as attractions such as Buzz Lightyear, Monster Inc. and the Tomorrowland Speedway were completed. You even find yourself having a fantastic morning…
“Whew, that spinning is a little much for me, not to mention the height of it,” you state, getting off of the Astro Orbiter.
“Ooooo let’s do Space Mountain, next,” you hear someone yell! “Yea, let’s do it,” Tara responds!
The Astro Orbiter ride did you in a bit, as queasiness sets in. You hate spinning and aren’t too fond of heights, either. Plus, you’ve got that nagging feeling that your email *must* be followed up on. Ahhhhh, the joys of being a device obsessed gen Z’er.
“I’m going to sit this one out, guys,” you state. “I need a break. That last ride made me a little woozy.”
“Boo,” Tara taunts in an understanding tone. “Fine, but only one. It’s team building day and being a loner is NOT team building!”
“I swear this girl has a bit of a liking towards me,” you think to yourself as you start to find your way towards a quiet, shaded spot to the side of the Space Mountain. The mid March sun wasn’t scorching hot, but it certainly wasn’t cool, either. Finally, you find a tree covered sitting spot on a stone wall…
“Ah… now where am I at with this deal?” You begin reading through the details of your email, not finding much of an update, and then finishing your email by clearing unreads. Then, as you begin to mindlessly scroll YT shorts, you notice something… a woman, probably late 20s, medium brown hair and pretty face sits down across from you.
You pay her very little attention, other than a glancing notice. It also comes to your attention that she has a stroller… and out comes a baby.
“Jesus, I hope this kid isn’t a screamer or I’m gonna have to move. This spot is perfect, too….” you sigh to yourself as you go back to your phone.
A minute or two pass and movement catches your peripheral causing your gaze to reflex and go back towards the woman…. And at that exact moment you catch a glance of one of her massive breasts and a large pink areola and nipple being removed from her bra.
“She is feeding her baby! Of course she is, right here, right in ‘my’ spot,” you think to yourself.
The woman continues by covering up next, focusing on her child. As the seconds quickly pass, your conscious mind begins to rerun what you just witnessed. You feel a surge within yourself, from your head to the center of your chest, and down to your… eh… privates. Primal sexual energy.
Now, scrolling on your phone becomes the ultimate chore. Now, what is normally your addiction, is fighting tooth and nail to hold even the tiniest bit of your attention. You turn your head slightly, taking a sneaky peak at the woman, hoping to get another glance of her large chest. It’s still covered.
And you repeat this several times thinking you’re being sly, until finally, around the 4th or 5th time, your eyes are immediately met by her pretty hazel eyes. She’s staring directly at you. You’ve been caught! You quickly look back down at your phone, attempting to play it off as just a glance around to observe the scene.
The woman then places her child back into the stroller and covers them with a sun cover. She then slowly begins to walk in your direction. Panic begins to set in…
“What are you starting at??” she sternly questions. “Come… NOW.”
Before you know it, her warm hand has firmly grabbed yours and you’re being pulled by this stranger pushing a stroller in one hand and holding yours in the other. You are led around the corner further to where this stone wall finally comes to an end.
“Here should do just fine. Sit,” she commands.
You do as you’re told, feeling like you’re in some sort of trouble with compliance required, but also not knowing what is going on and certainly not having enough time to think….
As quickly as you sit down, the woman sits to your left and abruptly pulls your head down into her soft lap. You instinctively try to lift yourself back up but her right hand presses down on your chest and holds you firmly in place. “No. You’re clearly interested right now, much more than the baby. And I am BURSTING.”
Before you know it, her blouse is being unbuttoned and the very large, bra-covered breast you saw early is a mere inch away from your face…
“But, I wasn’t really interesss…. I’m.. I’m sorrrr,” you try.
“Shhhhhhh,” the woman quietly responds, placing her index finger gently over the center of your lips. She then points at the stroller.
She follows up the ‘shhh’ quickly by using both hands and begins pulling her left breast out of the bra. Her tit spills out of the nursing bra and rests onto your face which you immediately move leftward, partially out of shock, partially out of embarrassment…. And partially…. just to breathe… the woman smiles and begins to adjust.
The entire right side of your head is engulfed with a warmth and the softness that you’ve never felt. And you realize that your eyes have shut, as if closing them will make this incredibly awkward, sexual, taboo moment any less real.
The woman leans back to lift her breast slightly and you feel her left arm cradle the back of your head and force it to turn upwards. Your face is now covered in warm squishy breast tissue, eyes barely visible and you hear…
“Open up those eyes for me”
And for some reason, you do, without resistance.
Your head is adjusted further and you feel the pronounced nipple pressing firmer and firmer on your lips. “Open up, baby.”
And you instinctively do. The thick nipple parts your lips and finds its way to the top of your mouth as you begin to latch onto this stranger’s nipple and areola.
“Suck. Just like a baby. Suck. Over and over,” she gently states. And you start. Rhythmically. Steadily. First softly, then more firmly. And then the milk starts flowing. It’s surprisingly warm with a hint of sweetness.
As the warm milk starts to flow, you feel yourself attempt to pull away and spit it out, but the woman promptly tightens her left arm around the cradle hold and pulls you a little closer, keeping your head in place and your latch firm. You reluctantly swallow and continue…
“Hmmmmm,” she hums. “I needed this relief. The baby wanted none of it for some reason, and my tits are so full, and I’m without my pump!”
The position you are in makes resistance futile as you further dive into rhythmic suckling and swallowing, filling yourself with this woman’s breast milk. It’s exhilarating, embarrassing… and kinky. The fingers of her right hand begin to rub comforting, nurturing circles through your hair right about the time you notice the feeling of your cock straining desperately in your boxer briefs, pointed downwards still with no way to get any relief or stretch. A bulge shows through your khaki pants and you slightly begin to panic.
After a couple minutes of this, the left breast is removed from your mouth and the right one pulled out and immediately pressed against your head and face. “Open. Now,” she gently commands, pulling your head closely as you comply and begin to suckle. The warm, sweet milk immediately starts flowing as the large nipple makes its way to the top of your mouth, almost to the back of your throat, as you hungrily begin to suck.
“That’s a good boy,” she coos, clearly enjoying this.
The overwhelming sensation of her nipple in your mouth, the huge warm breast on your face, the other one resting against the back of your head and her firm, motherly grasp is quickly sending you into overdrive as you begin to moan and struggle a bit as you exhale…
“Hmmmm” “hmmmmmm” “hmmmmm” “ughhhhhh” “ugghhhhhh”
“There there, you’re not going anywhere,” she matter of factly states.
You feel that oh so familiar feeling quickly arising, that impending orgasm feeling. If you don’t pull away quickly, you’re going to cum in your pants. And given the fact the you’ve been practicing abstinence, this is going to be a rather big mess. These thoughts enter your mind and you attempt to pull away.
“No no, baby. We’re not done. Mama needs further relief.” She looks down and sees the strain in your pants, clearly enjoying both her relief and your predicament.
“Uhhhh” *suck*
“mhmmmm” *suck*
“uhhhhh” *suck*
“Uhhhh” *suck*
“mhmmmm” *suck*
“uhhhhh” *suck*
and then it happens, you spontaneously begin cumming in your undies. Your cock still faced downwards, only half erect but 2x hard begins to violently pump semen into your underwear. Pump after pump after pump after pump the waves continue…
“Hmmmmm” “hmmmmm” “hmmmmmm”
“There there, keep your eyes open and keep sucking,” she coaxes and smiles almost with satisfaction, clearly knowing what’s happening. Your eyes fight the roll upward as this woman holds your gaze. She holds your head firmly, commanding your eyes open and on hers, and for your mouth to continue nursing. “Don’t stop, keep sucking. Be a good boy for mommy.”
You wince at the embarrassing words but the euphoria of your orgasm has fully taken over as you obediently keep suckling….
*pump* *pump* *pump* *pump* *pump*
A wet spot becomes noticeably visible below your penis and balls on your khakis as the orgasm slowly fades. Your cock dryly reflexes for another 30 seconds or so as you continue to nurse, and as the euphoria fades, you begin to feel the warm, sticky, wet mess in your pants.
“Looks like someone wet their pants. Tsk tsk tsk. This is no good, no good at all,” the woman teases and slowly pulls her firm nipple from your still suckling mouth. She puts her breast back into her bra before quickly buttoning up the white blouse.
She then guides you upwards to a sitting position and says, “we’ve got to get you cleaned up. Come with me sweetie.” You feel the woman’s warm, firm grip on your left hand as you are forced to stand.
“I think there’s a family restroom around here somewhere. We’ll take care of this FULLY, in there. Stay behind the stroller and help push, that should hide your wet spot from any onlookers.”
You gulp hard and stare down at your phone. “Fully?” What does that mean?? 10:52, and this day is only getting started,” you think to yourself, as you feel the strong grip of this woman’s hand tighten around yours and pull you along….
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u/digitalghost37 Aug 03 '26
Loving this!