Putty In My Hands

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?”

“Uhmmmm does diapering up high functioning adults and turning them into babies that heavily depend on their mama and ask for milkies count? No? Well god forbid a girl has hobbies”

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I have cummy aches :3

( I edged too much but didnt cum now my balls hurt😭 )

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 and tell him he's a good boy.

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

"Shoes off sweet boy," I said the moment he stepped in the door, it was late. "Phone on the shelf."

He sighed, taking his shoes off.

"Work's done, no need to think anymore, you're home."

It was an intense day, he looked exhausted- lost in that pretty little head...

"You didn't have time for lunch again", I said. Not a question. A fact.

"Mummy can tell..."

He shook his head. "My meetings ran over. I was going to, just grabbed something on the trai—"

"Shhhh", I cut in, soft but stern. "You're done making decisions. Bathroom. Now."

He didn’t argue. Just nodded, already unbuttoning his shirt as he headed up the stairs. I had the bath ready with his favourite bubbles. He paused when he saw it.

"Oh Mummy..."

“Let Mummy help you do a big boy peepee first..." —I stood behind him, my hips pressed against his back, my hands making my way round his waist, unbuttoning his fly as his trousers dropped to the floor...— "I take care of what’s mine, and you are mine." I whispered in his ear as my hands held him, his body relaxing into mine.

"Now, flush the toilet and get in the bath."

He did as he was told.

Once he was settled in the water, I sat on the edge of the bath and gently washed his face and hair, taking care to not get any soap in his eyes. I worked my way down his body, neck, shoulders, arms- washing away the day...

I watched as the assertive, directing man with never ending responsibilities slowly melted into my baby before my eyes.

He didn’t need to perform or initiate here, he needed to feel safe and protected. I took my time making sure he was clean and dry.

Then we brushed our teeth together, took my time applying baby lotion, talc, gently wrapping him in the biggest diapee I could find and my favourite tortoise pyjamas.

"Time for bed." I peeled back the sheets- he shuffled under, so sleepy...

"Come here Gorgeous boy" I whispered as I climbed into bed next to him, pulling him close to my chest and pushing his favourite dummy between his lips.

"You’ve done enough. Let Mummy take care of the rest."

Stroking his hair and covering his face with the tiniest kisses, I whispered: "I’m so proud of you, you know? You worked so hard today."

I held him a little tighter, letting my hand rest gently at the nape of his neck.

My strong, brilliant boy—peaceful in my arms, exactly where he belonged.

He was mine to guide. Mine to protect. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a rhythmic pace...

And now, finally, he could rest knowing he was safe, wrapped in Mummy's love...

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Natural married diaper intimacy 🔥💦👇🏻

Oral from someone absolutely completely utterly fully and wholly obsessed with you

Aww! You filled your diaper, but mommy is a bit busy right now, so she doesn't have time to change you.

But it's icky? It's starting to itch and it feels really gross? Okay sweetie, here's some things you can do to try earning a change early.

🎀 Ask Mama what chores you can do around the house.

🐌 Sit quietly and play with your toys.

⛈️ Go in it some more. Clearly you haven't used your diaper enough to need a change. (this may backfire.)

🎺 Throw a temper tantrum (this will probably backfire.)

😵‍💫 Humiliate yourself. Tell her you're just a baby who can't make it to the potty without a grown-up's help, and now you need an adults help because you've went wee-wee in your diaper.

😮‍💨 Accept it. Mama's the boss around here. If she tells you that she doesn't want to change a saggy diaper right now, you just really don't have a choice in the matter.

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“I kinda have to pee.”

She set her book down on the coffee table. “When you’re wearing diapers, you can just go. Actually, I want you to go as soon as you feel the urge. Number one and two. Okay, honey? You don’t need to tell me or ask me to go.”

“Okay.”

Over the next two weeks, she let him use his diapers for everything. He was waking up messy more and more often, unsure whether he’d even woken up to poop.

“Aw, messy morning again, sweetheart.” She was rubbing his behind under the covers.

“Mmm,” he sighed, letting her pull his head onto her chest. She stroked his hair.

“You know, I’m a little worried you’ll completely lose control if I keep letting you wear diapers all the time.”

He wasn’t really listening, distracted by the warm feeling between his legs as he re-wet his already soggy diaper.

“I think, actually, baby, that we should try easing back into underwear. Just for a little tolerance break, you know.”

“Mmm,” he sighed again, rubbing his legs together under the covers. It felt *so* good when she stroked his hair.

“So, I’m going to put you in a pull-up today, just to ease into it. Okay, honey? Are you listening?”

“Umm, yeah, a pull-up…wait, what?”

“It’ll be okay. We’ll do pull-ups for a couple days and then underwear for a couple more. Is that okay?”

“I…uh, I think so…”

“Okay, good. Let’s get up. You need a shower and a change. I’m not going to let you stink up the bed forever.”