I Wish A Woman Would Make Me Eat Her Cunt In A Degrading Way. Like When A Guy Makes A Girl Get On Her

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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"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."

I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...

I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...

His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.

"but Mummmmmmy..."

He protests.

"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"

He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.

"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."

He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...

"But I AM a big boy!!"

He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.

I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.

He's so cute when he resists...

"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.

"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."

I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...

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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.

It’s raining today. The kind of soft, steady rain that makes the whole house feel sleepy.

I glance out the window, watching the drops trail down the glass like little rivers. “No playground today, lovebug,” I say gently.

Little one pouts—just a little—and hugs their stuffie tighter. “But I wanted to go outside…”

“I know, sweetheart. But you know what we can do?” I smile, ruffling their hair. “We can stay in and build the coziest blanket fort ever. Just you, me, and Mr. Bun.”

Their eyes light up like I’ve just offered them the moon. “With fairy lights?”

“With fairy lights and cookies,” I promise.

We pull the cushions off the couch, drag big blankets from the linen closet, and string up twinkly lights around the edges. Little one helps by holding the tape and directing where each pillow should go—“No, Mommy, that one goes in the corner, not the middle!”

Eventually, we crawl inside, surrounded by soft pillows and the glow of the lights. It smells like vanilla from the cookies in the oven and fresh rain from outside. Little’s giggling about something silly their stuffie “said” when I notice the little squirm. The kind of wriggle I know very well.

I nudge them gently. “Baby… do you need a change?”

Their cheeks go pink instantly. “N-No…”

I raise an eyebrow and give them The Look. “Sweetpea…”

They hide their face in Mr. Bun and mumble, “…Maybe.”

I scoot closer, voice low and soft. “It’s okay, love. Accidents happen, remember? That’s why Mommy keeps you padded and safe. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

They peek out at me, cheeks still warm, but nodding.

I guide them out of the fort and onto the soft mat we keep nearby, humming a lullaby while I grab the wipes and a fresh diaper. They fidget a little, still blushing, trying not to meet my eyes.

“Hey,” I say, touching their nose with my fingertip. “You’re being so good for me. Such a brave little one.”

Their lips twitch into a shy smile, and they finally relax. I talk to them softly as I work—gentle wipes, clean powder, a snug new diaper with little stars on it. “There we go, all clean and cozy.”

Once they’re taped up and snuggly again, I scoop them into my lap and kiss their forehead.

“Now back into the fort,” I say, whispering like it’s a secret mission. “We’ve got cookies to eat and stories to read, and a very brave little one who deserves extra snuggles.”

"Have you had any water this morning?"

I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.

There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

"Say it," I murmur.

"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.

I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."

He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.

"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.

He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.

He fills a glass and starts to drink.

"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."

He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."

I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."

He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.

He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.

I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.

"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"

I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.

"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"

I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.

I let the silence stretch.

I lock eyes with him.

"Come. Here. Now."

He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...

"I'm not asking again."

His arms drop. His shoulders dip.

"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."

His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.

"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."

Here he is.

My little whiney boy.

I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.

His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.

He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.

Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.

When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.

"Look sweetie..."

I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,

"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"

I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.

"Bum up for Mummy"

He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...

"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."

His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.

Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...

"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"

Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.

One on top of the other.

I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.

"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."

I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.

He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.

That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.

I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.

"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.

"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."

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I have cummy aches :3

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

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Let me hold you for a moment.

I can see that something’s weighing on your little heart, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to push your feelings away or pretend they’re not there. It’s okay to feel sad, or angry, or scared. Feelings can be big and heavy sometimes, but you don’t have to carry them all on your own.

I’m right here, love bug. No matter what you’re feeling, I will always be here. You don’t have to explain, you don’t have to fix anything—you can just be, exactly as you are. If you need to cry, I will hold you close. If you need to stomp your little feet, I will be right here to keep you safe. If you need quiet, I will sit beside you and hold your hand so you know you’re not alone.

You are so precious, just as you are, in every feeling, in every moment. Your emotions don’t make you too much, and they don’t make you bad. They just mean you are you, and that is the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

So take all the time you need, my angel. I will love you through every feeling, every storm, and every quiet moment in between. I will be here, always, with open arms and an open heart, ready to give you whatever you need.

You are never alone, little one. You are safe. You are cherished. And you are oh-so deeply loved.

Not physically possible to get any closer but still desperately pressing my face into her cunt because it’s not enough.

You never managed to get a lot of sleep. Each night it was the same routine.

She’d lay you down on the bed, slowly pulling down the zip of his pants and slipping them down your legs, revealing the chastity cage which always made her giggle. Next she’d undo the buttons of your shirt one by one until you lay there naked.

A crisp fresh diaper was then pulled out of the cupboard, and you knew the routine. You’d lift up your bum slightly so she could slip it under him and tape it round his waist. Hiding the straining chastity cage under a layer of thick padding.

Every night you’d wonder how you’d ever managed to get yourself in this situation as she pulled out a onesie to slip over your head, doing up the straps before giving the front of your diaper a rub.

“Straining hard tonight aren’t we!” she laughed, “how long has it been since you were let out?”

She’d switch off the lights and climb into bed alongside you, looking completely gorgeous as always.

“You can hump me for a bit if you want, but only a couple of minutes… I’ll be texting a real man who’ll know how to fuck me properly”. She kissed you gently on the forehead.

“Goodnight”

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