Calling Him A Pretty Baby When He Cums All Over His Stomach And He Gives Me That Blissed Out Smile, His

“Honeypie, are you going to need a change soon?” I come over and start to pull down my boyfriend’s pants.

“Stop it, Mommy! Not in front of my friend!”

“Haha, you still wear actual *diapers*? My mommy lets me wear pull-ups! See?” His playmate abandons the picture he was coloring and undoes his fly, pulling pants down, too.

“Ohh, you’re also wet, sweetheart,” I say, and the pride on his face quickly turns to horrified embarrassment as he looks down at his exposed, swollen pull-up.

Uh oh 😭

"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...

💗💗💗💗💗

Catching him masturbating without permission, but instead of making him stop or punishing him, I pull up a chair and tell him to keep going. Whole time he's whining, bucking his hips and begging for mommy over and over, but no. You went against the rules. You should feel thankful I'm even looking at you.

I wish a woman would make me eat her cunt in a degrading way. Like when a guy makes a girl get on her knees and slaps his cock in her face. But now it is the other way around. I want to sit on my knees and wait for her to pull her pants down, have her rub her pussy on my face. Looking down on me as she just stands there and have me lick her clit, sticking my tongue out and moving my head so my tongue moves in and out. She holding my head, pulling my hair and forcing her body against my face so I can barely breath. It is all about pleasing her and not about making me feel good.

Come on baby, don't be shy...

...if you're a very good boy I'll let you feel how warm Mummy's Diapee is...

Adventure (Part 4- A Messy Ending)

Slipping into your nursery I watch as you lay on the floor your jeans are on the floor next to you. Your legs are moving as you talk to your stuffies. Babbling away around your paci, your plastic pants and diaper crinkling away. You are being very patient and not rubbing your diaper again or humping against the floor which is how I find you most days.

Quietly I slip out of my shoes and jeans. Kneeling down on the floor I quietly crawl closer to you. You finally realize I’m there and make grabby hands for me as you smile behind your paci. Taking your hands in mine I kiss them and then place them back on your chest. Tugging your plastic pants they easily unsnap revealing your well used diaper. You blush as I tease you about how easy you make your nursery smell like a real nursery.

Sliding your legs back together I crawl up your body and lift myself up enough that you can peek down and see my slippery kitty. Lowering myself down I start rocking my hips your squishy and messy diaper squishes against you. Rubbing over your already sensitive peepee through your diaper. You know this is the closest you will ever get to my kitty during baby time.

“What’s the matter baby? Did you rub too much on your own?”

You blush and grab your blanket hiding under it. As you hide you feel me shift more as I sit up and rock my hips more, you moan and whimper as I do so knowing that you can’t make cummies without permission. Smiling I take your hand and place them on my naked chest. You wiggle out from under your blanket to see that while you were hiding I slipped my top off. Leaning down I kiss you through your paci and gently tug your paci free from your mouth by the loop. You squeeze my breast harder as I place your paci next to us.

Raising my eyebrow in warning you look up at me sheepishly. Leaning over you I lower my nipple to your lips. You latch on and nurse as I rub your diaper. Still teasing, bringing you to the edge and stopping when you get so close. I play with the top of your diaper chuckling when I can see you thinking I’m about to set you free and play with you like a real man, but deep down you know just like mommy that you are mommy’s baby boy who only gets to make cummies in his diaper.

Slipping off of you I sit in your crib, my back against the bars and patting the space next to me. You watch me knowingly as you crawl up in your crib kneeling next to me. Then lay across my lap with your messy bottom up in the air. Rubbing my hand over your messy diapered bottom I smile at the fact that you can’t help but hump against my lap still trying to find some relief. Slowly I start spanking your bottom and upper thighs.

Reminding you that you were naughty while we were out today. Trying to make cummies without asking by rubbing and playing with your diaper. Slipping your stuffie into your arms reminding you that you were rubbing them against your diaper earlier with no shame or cares. Your hips start to stutter and I know you are close when I tell you to, “make cummies in your stinky diaper for mommy sweetheart.” You cry out moaning loudly as you make cummies.

Rubbing your back gently I have you stay across my lap as you catch your breath and then I gently slip out from under you. Handing your your stuffie to snuggle you pout. I tease your pouty lip and remind you if you pout too much that your stuffie may be the only thing you are ever allowed to hump when making cummies. You look at me in shock then relax back into your pillows as you see me grabbing the changing supplies.

Holding up your fresh diaper I remind you the next time you play too much with your diaper without permission the diaper you are wearing you will stay in, small holes will be made, and then this fresh diaper will go over it. You nod your head knowing not to argue and grimacing as all of your messes are staring to cool against your skin. Still naked I slip between your legs and start the task of changing your diaper. You are torn between hiding behind your stuffie in embarrassment or watching me as I change your diaper

(Part 4 of 4)

Hope you enjoyed the mini adventure 😁

*Types into pornhub* porn where man is pegged but it's like love and you can tell they're in love and that they're being cared for and that they're not forced to do this and that they enjoy and and not in pain with kissing and holding hands and-

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.

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the tiled bathroom walls, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. The air smelled of lavender and vanilla, mixing with the faint, powdery scent that always seemed to linger around Little. Mommy reclined in the tub, the water embracing her as she exhaled a slow, contented sigh. After a long, busy week, this was her moment to unwind.

But tonight was special. Tonight, she had company.

Just a few feet away, sprawled out on his tummy with crayons scattered around him, Little hummed to himself. He had been so proud when Mommy had told him he’d earned this treat—staying up late, coloring beside her while she took her bath. His little feet wiggled behind him, clad in the soft, footed pajamas she had picked out, the ones covered in tiny duckies. The familiar bulge of his thick nighttime diaper peeked out as he squirmed, a telltale sign that he had soaked it but hadn’t yet noticed, too lost in his colorful world.

Mommy watched him, her heart swelling. His pacifier bobbed slightly as he babbled around it, mumbling half-formed thoughts about his day at daycare.

“An’ then, an’ then, Miss Katie say I share really good! I let Sammy have my blocks even when I was still usin’ dem!” He turned his head to look at her, his wide, proud eyes meeting hers. His paci slipped slightly, revealing a delighted, slightly drooly smile.

Mommy smiled back, warmth spreading through her chest. “That was very kind of you, sweetheart. I bet Sammy was really happy.”

Little nodded so hard his curls bounced. “Mhm! Miss Katie said I’m the bestest sharer today!” He went back to his coloring, his brows furrowing in concentration as he pressed a blue crayon hard against the paper.

Mommy took a sip of her wine, watching him, savoring the simple joy radiating off him. He was so innocent, so pure, completely immersed in his little world. His diaper crinkled as he shifted, making the slightest squish, and she knew he’d wet it again. She could have pointed it out, but she didn’t. Not yet. He was so engrossed in his art, his little legs kicking lazily behind him, his tiny fists wrapped around the chunky crayons. There was no rush.

“Whatcha drawing, baby?” she asked, her voice thick with affection.

He lifted his paper, beaming. “It’s us! You in da tub, an’ me colorin’ an’… an’ Teddy’s here too!” He jabbed a chubby finger at the brown blob that was undoubtedly his favorite plush bear.

Mommy chuckled. “It’s beautiful, my love. Can I keep it when you’re done?”

His eyes widened, as if the honor of having his artwork kept forever was too much to handle. He nodded vigorously. “Yuh-huh! You can put it on da fridge!”

She reached out, her wet fingers brushing over his soft hair, ruffling it gently. He nuzzled into her touch instinctively, his cheeks flushing pink.

For a while, there was only quiet. The gentle slosh of water as Mommy adjusted herself, the occasional scrape of a crayon on paper, and the muffled suckling sounds of his paci. Every so often, he’d glance up at her, just to make sure she was still there, still watching over him. Every time, she met his gaze with the same soft smile, reassuring him without words.

After a few minutes, Little squirmed again, this time more obviously. The way his bottom pressed down made the squishy wetness of his diaper all the more noticeable, and he finally registered it. He let out a small, surprised gasp and sat up, reaching down to poke at the front of his sleeper. His big, round eyes flicked up to Mommy, searching her face.

She arched a knowing brow. “Feeling squishy, baby?”

A tiny whimper bubbled past his pacifier, his cheeks turning redder. He nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Mommy tilted her head, taking another sip of her wine as she let him stew in his own shyness for just a moment. He was always like this—realizing he’d wet himself, then feeling bashful about it. But she loved how he never complained, never whined for a change. He accepted it, just like a good boy should.

“Don’t worry, lovebug,” she murmured. “We’ll get you all fresh before bed.”

Little wiggled his toes, clearly comforted by her calmness. He shifted again, settling back onto his knees, the padding beneath him squishing audibly. “M’okay,” he mumbled, turning back to his coloring.

Mommy let out a soft, fond sigh. How could one person be so precious?

Minutes passed, and the bathroom remained their little sanctuary. The flickering candlelight danced across the bubbles in her tub, the warmth of the water soothing her tired muscles. But more than anything, it was the presence of her Little that made this night feel so perfect.

She watched as he stretched his arms high above his head, letting out a tiny yawn. His paci wobbled in his mouth, and his chubby fingers rubbed at his sleepy eyes. The long day, the excitement, the warmth of the bathroom—all of it was beginning to weigh on him.

Mommy smiled, setting her empty wine glass on the bath tray. “Getting sleepy, sweetheart?”

Little blinked slowly, his pacifier bobbing as he nodded. “Mhm…” he whispered. “But… but I don’ wanna go yet. I like bein’ wif you.”

Her heart squeezed, and she reached out again, letting her fingers brush over his soft cheek. “I like being with you too, my love,” she murmured. “But you’ve had such a big day, and it’s almost bedtime.”

Little’s lip wobbled, just slightly, before he buried his face into his teddy bear. Mommy knew that look—he wanted to be a good boy, wanted to listen, but he also wanted just a little more time with her.

“Tell you what,” she said softly, running her fingers through his curls, “why don’t we go get you changed into a fresh diapee, and then I’ll tuck you in nice and cozy? You can even have an extra bedtime story.”

His sleepy eyes brightened. “Two stories?”

She nodded. “Two whole stories.”

That was all it took. Little pushed himself up on wobbly legs, stretching his arms toward her, a silent request.

Mommy chuckled. “Baby, I’m still in the bath.”

He pouted behind his paci, then let his arms drop. “Oh… I wait den.”

Her heart swelled. So patient. So sweet.

She finished up quickly, draining the tub and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. Little stood by the door, rubbing his eyes with a balled-up fist, shifting his weight from foot to foot as his damp diaper sagged just a little lower.

She scooped him up without hesitation, cradling him against her. He let out a sleepy sigh, nuzzling against her neck, his paci moving in slow, rhythmic sucks.

“Such a good boy,” she whispered, kissing his forehead as she carried him to the nursery.

And as she laid him down, fresh and clean in his softest pajamas, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be.