I Can't Wait For My Pretty Slut To Get Home So I Can Make Him Eat My Pussy While I Play With His Hair

I want to have a 24/7 lifestyle so bad

I want a dedicated baby. I want to cuddle you and watch you have playtime inside the playpen. Co-sleep with mommy. Breastfeed you through the day. I want to change your diapers and clean your messes around. I want my baby to be healthy and happy. I want the mommy who is there for you to push you to be good to yourself. I want to be your safe space but be mine also. I want your coloring pages for my job and our fridge. I want you to be my everything but also make me yours. I want my baby pictures to fill my phone memory. I want to take care of your boo boos or when you are sickly.

Everyone wants a mommy until.…

Did you drink your water today?

Did you competed your chores little one?

No drinking! No smoking! No drugs! Babies do not do that! Mommy wants the best for you

Ask mommy permission

No, you cannot go or do that! Mommies have feelings too! We need affection, appreciation, love, and safety. Being a mommy is hard work. Especially, in a 24/7 dynamic. Trust us if you have a good dom. Rules are there for a reason. You wanted this so let go of the control and trust . It hurts when we try so hard and still choose to not listen because all the work is for nothing

Hmm. Ask you anything you say?! Please will you be my Mummy. And take away my autonomy as an adult and put me back in nappies permanently?

Oh baby,

Both you and I know it's where you belong.

Putty in My Hands

He used to fight it. He used to squirm, whine, and insist that diapers were "yucky"—that he wasn’t really a little boy. But now? Oh, now he’s nothing but soft, helpless putty in your hands.

The proof is right there, written all over his blushing face, in the way his body responds without him even meaning to. That thick, crinkly diaper that he once hated? Now it’s the only thing he wears, wrapped snug around his waist, and instead of pouting, he’s squirming for an entirely different reason.

You coo at him, trailing a finger along the waistband of his diaper, just enough to make him shiver. “Such a fussy little thing,” you tease, watching as he wriggles, his mittened hands balling into useless fists. “What’s the matter, baby? You used to hate your diapers, but now look at you…”

His cheeks are practically glowing pink, his lips wrapped around his paci as he sucks faster, like it’ll somehow distract from what’s happening. But it won’t. Nothing will. Not when his body gives him away so easily.

You press a gentle hand against the front of his diaper, just enough to make him whimper. “Ohhh… is that what I think it is?” you croon, grinning when he squeaks and tries to turn his head away. “Such a silly little boy… getting all excited in your thick, babyish diapers.”

He whines behind his paci, his hips shifting instinctively, but there’s nothing he can do. The bulky padding keeps him right where he belongs—helpless, needy, and completely at your mercy.

And then, just when he’s worked up, just when he’s practically trembling, waiting for whatever comes next… you pull away.

“Aww, poor baby,” you giggle, standing up and ruffling his hair. “But Mommy has things to do. Be good while I’m gone, okay?”

His eyes go wide, his little muffled protest coming out as nothing more than a whimper. He squirms, his diaper crinkling, but there’s no escape. No relief. Just frustration.

You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before whispering, “Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll take care of my squirmy baby later.”

And with that, you’re gone, leaving him blushing, crinkling, and absolutely desperate.

Putty in your hands.

Uh oh 😭

Oh sweet boy, you have no idea how much Mummy needs you.

After a long day you're the only one who can help.

I crave your grabby hands reaching for me as soon as I walk in the door, I'm exhausted and drained.

Soothe my busy mind and tired body- it's your job to make Mummy happy at the end of the day.

I want to feel your mouth all over me, pleasuring me in a way that only my boy can do...

I want that beautiful face nustled between my legs where it belongs... feeling your cheek pressed up against my thigh as you kiss me slowly, fully belonging to me.

I need to feel each gentle suck and flick of your tongue, as you please me- pushing your fingers deep inside...feeling my hips start to buck and the pressure start to build...

"...I'm so proud of you baby..."

That's it beautiful boy, do your best to make Mummy moan, you're the bestest at helping- such a keen bean to please...I love that...

You're the bestest...

And when I'm satisfied, and only then, I'll pull you up to snuggle beside me in bed, you're sleepy-

"Oh sweetie, I can feel how hard tasting me has made you"

You haphazardly attempt to grind against my thigh.

"Even through all that padding! Such enthusiasm for Mummy!" 🥲

Your eyes are heavy, you're fighting it- I can tell...

"Let's put your dummy in—"

I giggle

"—You look so pretty with my juice all over your face"

I lower my hand to your hip and pull open the tab on your diapee, slipping my hand in, pulling you towards me, slowly guiding you inside me... squeezing around you.

"It's so warm and wet for you. See...That feels good doesn't it.?"

You let out the softest little sigh as I wrap my arms and thighs around you simultaneously.

"Shhhhhh..."

With me gently kissing your forehead and stroking your hair you drift off to sleep, all safe and warm in Mummy's love...

"Nunight my gorgeous boy, sweet dreams..."

💋

wanna make a subby boy show me how well he can hump his pillow to prove that he deserves to be inside of mommy

Oh sweetpea, you're grinding so hard on Mummy's leg, are you excited about something?

Do you want to play grown-up humpies?

*Giggles*

What was that sweetie? I can't hear you...use your words...

You want to do it like you see them do in the films?!

Oh Pudding, both you and I know you're just a baby so you won't be able to manage it properly, but that's ok with Mummy...we can play...

Let me untape that big soggy nappy, it must be so heavy and BULKY inbetween your legs!

Oh my goodness! It's so warm — and FULL!

Has the big wet diapee got you all excited? Does it feel good rubbing against your little special bits???

So cute...who's Mummy's soggy botty boy??? Is it you?!

I think it might be....

Now, come closer to Mummy...

I want you between my thighs...

I need you to feel how wet you've made Mummy's pussy—

—not in a pissy way like your diapee...

That's it baby, just hold still.

There's no pressure, you'll probably get too overwhelmed...

Let Mummy's hips do all the rocking...

Keep still. Hold on tight to Mummy's hips...

All you have to do is lay there and look pretty while Mummy rubs against you...

Feels nice huh? — Mummy using you to get off like this...

...but don't forget- we are pretending to do grown up humpies- just playing...it can be our little secret...

Say hi if you need a diaper change

Standing at the sink, washing dishes, spacing out, you feel like any other adult. You have a job, a credit card, hell, you have dental insurance.

Then, she comes up behind you. First she kisses the back of your neck, which makes your hair stick up a little. Her hands tickle your ribs, then head lower. And lower. She grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes.

Your diapered ass. Your wet diapered ass.

"Hey, how's your diapey doing?"

Your cheeks flush red, and you're sure she can see it spreading to your neck as well. You flip around to face her, backside pressed against the sink.

"D-don't call it that..."

"Call it what?"

"A...diapey."

You aren't feeling particularly little. You just like wearing sometimes for the comfort and convenience.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because, I'm not little. I'm just wearing a diaper right now,"

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yes," you assert, hands on your hips, chin pointing up.

"Ok, fine. You may not be little but your diapey is rather wet. Let me change you."

"I can do it myself."

"I know," but she reaches her hand out anyways. You take it and get led to the couch where she pushes your shoulder's down, "here."

She hands you a set of plastic keys on a ring, colorful and textured.

"I don't need that..."

"Shush, you always get so squirmy during changes if you aren't holding something."

You huff, but hold the keys above your face, rubbing your fingers over the bumps and ridges. It feels good. You're not going to put them in your mouth, though.

"Hips,"

You lift, and look down as the old diaper is pulled away and a new one is slid underneath you. Your used one was just plain white, a reliable medical one from your stash. The new diaper is a little gregarious, honestly. Pastel colored baby items and animals pattern it, and the crinkle it produces is far from discrete.

"Not that one..."

"Hm?"

"It's so...babyish," despite your earlier assurance of bigness, her tactics are working. You feel fussier and smaller with each passing second.

"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed."

Liar, you think.

You cover your face with your hands, still holding the keys. They clack and jingle with the movement.

"Aw, good baby playing while I change you. You're so patient, almost done."

"I wasn't play-" you start, but don't bother to finish. What's the use if she's just going to push you even further down?

She fastens the last tape and gives the diaper a smooth down. In a quick series of movements they lift your shirt, exposing your belly, and blow a wet raspberry right above your navel.

"Hey!" you shriek, laughing and squirming. An unexpected squirt of pee escapes you. It catches you off guard, and that's the final straw.

"Mommy..." you sigh, once you're done laughing.

She pulls your arms into a sitting position and tugs you into her lap, sans pants.

"Yes, baby?"

"Hi," you say, bashful.

"Hi! I knew you were in there somewhere."

You nod, and rest your head on her shoulder, fingers creeping towards your mouth.

"So an Oxbow lake is when a bend in the river becomes cut off from the rest of the river and forms a natural lake..."

We'd been walking around the lake, talking, holding hands for an hour and I'd made the mistake of saying how I thought some parts of geography were cool...

Cue Little Mr Info-Dumper...he'd not stopped talking for 25 mins- it's a good job he's cute.

I couldn't take anymore, I needed to relieve myself so badly.

I yanked him off the footpath into the trees.

"Where are we going?"

"I need to pee. RIGHT NOW - and I need your help, we haven't all got the luxury of a padded botty you know..."

I'd been procrastinating for ages but I was on the brink of pissing my knickers.

I pointed at the grass Infront of a tree- "Sit there like a good boy and hold my bag..."

He did as he was told, sitting down and taking my bag with both hands, fumbling with the strap, his eyes wide...

Standing Infront of him I hitched my sundress up around my waist, pinning it with my elbows.

I know he loves Mummy's knickers, his curious eyes dart immediately to my crotch.

Oh baby, sometimes I forget how much you like to watch- such a curious little bean. "Wanna watch me pee pee ba—"

"UHUH-yes please Mummy" he said nodding so much I thought his pretty little head might fall off.

I giggled.

"Wow, take a second to think about it why don't you!"

He squirmed and turned crimson.

"Okay—" I pulled my knickers down to my knees and squatted to the ground, thighs spread wide to ensure the best view for my sweet boy.

"Make sure you concentrate good for Mummy ok?"

My eyes closed and an involuntary moan left my body as I relaxed, accompanied by the hiss of my pee. A wave of pleasure pulsed through my clit as the relief of emptying my bladder came over me, fuck it felt good after holding it for so long.

I focused back in on his face, eyes intensely watching everything, I knew exactly how horny he was getting...