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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 😁

"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...

Diapers help manage some continence issues that come and go..especially during stressful times or when I’m feeling overwhelmed...but more than that, they’re a source of emotional grounding for me. They help me feel secure, little, and cared for in a world that often feels too big, too fast, and too complicated.

Regression isn’t just a kink or a comfort, it’s a core part of who I am. It's how I cope, how I heal, and how I reconnect with the part of me that still longs for softness, structure, and unconditional love.

Whether I’m in my cozy little space coloring, curled up in a thick nappy, or daydreaming about being cared for in a gentle, nurturing way, I know this is where I feel most like me. And I’m learning that there’s nothing wrong with needing that.

I hear the soft whimper of my little one in the night and immediately rush to the nursery. The room is still, but your small cries are enough to make my heart ache. When I find you, you're tangled in your blankets, your face flushed with fear, eyes wide and filled with distress.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay," I whisper, my voice soft but firm as I gently pull you into my arms. "You’re safe now, Mommy’s here."

You cling to me tightly, still shaking from the remnants of the bad dream. I feel your hands gripping onto me as if you never want to let go, and it makes my heart ache with love. I gently rock you back and forth, soothing you with my warmth and presence. "It was just a dream, little one. You're safe with Mommy, always."

I rub your back in slow, comforting circles, feeling your body begin to relax just a little. Your breathing is still quick, but I can feel you starting to settle, your grip on me loosening. I kiss the top of your head.

You take a few shaky breaths, and I know it’s time to make you feel even more safe. I pull you closer and press a gentle kiss to your cheek before I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the warm bottle I’ve prepared just for moments like this. It’s the perfect comfort, the soothing liquid to calm your nerves and give you the reassurance you need.

"How about a bottle, sweetie? A little milk will help you feel better, I promise." I guide the bottle to your lips, and you suckle eagerly, your hands gripping the bottle in that adorable, trusting way you always do. The warm milk seems to work its magic as you settle against me, your body slowly relaxing further.

As you drink, I continue to gently stroke your hair, brushing it back from your face with soft fingers. My voice is a steady murmur, "Mommy’s right here. Nothing will hurt you. You’re safe in my arms, little one."

Your breathing steadies, becoming slower and deeper as you finish the bottle, and I pull you back against my chest. You’re still close, so close that I can feel the little flutter of your heartbeat, now peaceful and calm. You’re already starting to drift, and I can’t help but smile as I hold you even tighter.

Dreaming of his sweet face between my thighs looking up at me with eyes eager to please.

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...

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.

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.

pretty boys cumming in their pants and leaving an wet spot is much hotter than it should be.

I spread the blanket across the grass and begin unpacking the picnic I thoughtfully prepared— the sun is shining, it's a beautiful day.

"Sit down baby, it's time for some lunch"

He sits down with his legs crossed and looks up at me patiently. 

"Mummy, after we eat can we do the kisses???"

"Of course we can!" I giggle, "Make sure you drink plenty, we don't want you dehydrating do we? Cause that would be bad!"

He shakes his head furiously.

After the long walk, he drains the juice in one go and makes quick work of his lunch. We lay kissing and touching on the blanket in the sun, the world slowing around us- until I notice him starting to wriggle.

"Are you ok poppet? You're getting figety."

"Uhmm..—" he squirms, "I-I need to, um…—" his voice is so soft and quiet, there's a little frown forming on his forehead. 

"I need a wee wee Mummy..."

I adore him when he's so desperate.

It was a mistake letting him wear his big-boy pants today.

"Awwwww, see this is why you need diapees- then we don't have to worry about things like this. Do we?"

There's a long pause...

"No Mummy."

"Now be a good boy and get onto your knees."

"But Mummmmmy, people will seeee"

"Oh sweet boy, no one will pay attention to a baby doing a pee pee in public..."

I pull gently- but firmly on the buckle of his belt, lifting his hips up so he's on his knees and start slowly unbuttoning his jeans.

His cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he does as he's told as I position myself behind him - my body pressed up against his. 

Wrapping my arms around his hips and I feel his hands move to assist mine—"No touching! That's Mummy's job" — Feeling the inevitability of the situation, his hands drift to his sides, and he let's out a little relenting sigh...

I reach into his pants and pull him out, aiming at the grass and whisper into his ear;

"Okay baby...now just relax. Do a big wee wee for Mummy...Then we can get back to the kisses."

"Here, boy!" Like I'm giving a dog a treat but it's just my pussy

Put his legs over your shoulder, shove him against a wall, fuck him on the dinner table. We need to stop pretending they aren't cute whores who want their hole played with.

They will drool with you find the right spot, they're meant to be pegged.

Say hi if you need a diaper change

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.

I love lying next to my pretty boy while he sleeps. I love groping him all over and hearing his sleepy little whimpers. I love knowing I can do whatever I want to him, and he'll love it. I love listening to his heartbeat, and knowing he's mine.

man I just want him 

I want to take care of him and place my hand on his cheek and have him melt into it. I want to kiss his cheeks and make him smile. I want to tell him how pretty his eyes are and make him blush. I want him to rest his head in my lap so I can comb my fingers through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp. 

He’s bigger than me but I want him to feel small and loved. I want to praise him and call him sweet names. I want to hold him and play with his hands. I want him to feel safe with me and trust me and love me.  

I’m selfish and I want I want I want 

Guided masturbation is so much fun, especially when your sub obeys your every single word. Watching them work themselves up, moaning and begging you to let them go faster or please, please touch them is fun. Asking them if they’re close, how close and if they want to cum for you like a good puppy. Then telling them they’re not allowed, to stop moving their hands and stop bucking off the bed.

When they’re so wet and horny and ready to cum but they don’t because they want to be good for you is so much fun. The whine in their voice when they beg, the red of their bitten lips, the tremble of their thigs and catch in their throat when you make them do it all over again. Oh it’s so much fun.

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..."

💋

Thinking about helping a girl on her work/study “breaks”, but the breaks are me under her desk, with my head between her thighs. Her hands pulling my hair and making me eat her out, whining with my lips around her clit. My hands over her thighs and a boner between my legs just from eating her out. Following every command like a good boy until we both cum together, so I can start hugging her leg, resting my face in her thigh, looking up to her to admire how beautiful she is and wait for her next break like a desperate puppy for her attention

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

“Come on baby, it’s time for your bath, you’ve had a pretty busy day today!”. You hated bath times because why did you need them anyways? You just wanted to play some more, but mama always gives you treats after each bath so maybe this time you’d do it.

“Okay we have bath crayons and uhm this bubble thingy. And I got you some rubber duckies because I know you don’t like bath time”. You watched as she put the duckies in the water and she handed you a bath crayon. “Mama draw?” You ask and she nods giving you a kiss. “Yes baby, you can draw whatever you like and I’ll help out too!” She starts with a tree and you add some grass and a slide.

“Oh, it’s like the play ground we go to, clever baby!” You continue to draw as she helps wash you and you gasp when she takes the bubble gun and gets bubbles in your face. “ Mama noooo, what if I swallow one?” She laughs and puts it off for a while. “They’re just bubbles love, you aren’t gonna swallow one unless you do it on purpose but if you’re scared of that, let’s play with the duckies. What sound do ducks make sweetie?” She asks and you smile “Quack, quack!” “That’s right my little animal expert, they do go quack quack! Let’s get you out of the bath because your stuffies are waiting for a cuddle!”

You get out and she helps you get into your diapers and onesie and brushes your hair. “Okay pick a book and I’ll get your bottle so we can cuddle up before bed”. You pick a book and she gets your bottle, putting it on the night stand. You climb into her arms and she reads to you while the warm milk makes its way to your tummy.

“For being so good today baby, how about some skin to skin time? You’d like that won’t you?” You nod sleepily and she giggles, helping you take off your onesie as she takes off her shirt.

You sigh contently as she rocks you and you feel yourself getting sleepier by the second.

“Looks like someone is really tired. Let’s get you in bed with your stuffies” Your mama takes you to your crib where she tucks you in and you smile as she kisses your forehead.

“Good night angel, Sleep well”

gotta love a cute clingy crybaby who never wants to let go

listening to him infodump but i need to pee really bad, but i want to keep listening so i hold it until i can find a gap in the conversation to run off, but he's just so passionate and i end up listening to him and forgetting how bad i need to go- until he stops talking abruptly, and looks down at my crotch as my bladder gives out and i pee myself, a dark wet mark spreading over my clothes

Snuggles and Nursing (Innocent)

Stepping into the living room Mommy notices a sleepy little one. You are trying to stack your blocks and are getting frustrated as your block tower keeps falling over. Coming closer she runs a l hand over the back of your head and you look up with sleepy eyes. Leaning down your Mommy smile softly as she kiss your forehead.

“Awww, looks like mommy’s little cutie needs a nap.” She softly says as you shake your head no a yawn escapes your mouth and your paci plops on the floor.Your bottom lip quivers and you start to tear up, but you know it’s okay as mommy wraps her arms around you and rocks you gently.

“Come on little one changies and snuggles” mommy whisperers in your ear.

You nuzzles into mommy’s neck more breathing her in and you settle. Leaning back to look up. Mommy kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle. You whimper as mommy stands up but start to crawl off toward your nursery for changies. Mommy leaning down to pat your messy bum as you crawl away.

“Baby” she calls and you turn seeing her stand in the doorway to her room, “come to Mommy’s room.”

You go to stand up and she makes a “tsking” sound so you continue to crawl behind her.

“Crawl up on the bed little love.”

Once you are on the bed you settle on the changing mat. Mommy hands you your favorite stuffie and blankie before rubbing your tummy gently and soothingly. As you settle Mommy starts to untape your diaper. Meeting your eyes she raises an eyebrow causing you to giggle and hide behind your stuffie.

Peeking out you watch as mommy wipes your messy bottom. When you catch mommy’s eye you hide back behind your stuffie giggling when mommy asks “Where did mommy’s wittle baby go?”

You relax as you giggle and play all the while mommy cleans your bottom, peepee and diaper area. Slipping your yucky diaper out from under you and a fresh fluffed up diaper under your bottom. Wiggling your bottom up and down feeling how soft your new diaper is. When mommy touches your hip you stop and peek up at her seeing she has the powder in her hands.

Giggling you call out “SNOW!”

Laughing Mommy reminds you, “Yes, but this time it stays in your diaper and NOT all over the room.”

Blushing you hide back behind your stuffie but giggle more when you feel the powder sprinkled on your skin. Mommy rubs the powder on your bottom and diaper area as you let out a happy sigh.

Pulling up the front of your diaper Mommy tapes you in nice and tight. Mommy places her hand on your tummy and you smile.

“Stay here for me little one.” Mommy says as she takes care of your yucky diaper and diaper supplies. Rubbing your eyes sleepily as you watch Mommy remove her shirt and bra, and wait knowing snuggles are coming.

The bed dips and you roll over into Mommy’s arms. Mommy gets you comfy in her arms as you begin to nurse and settle in for your nap.

Feeling content, cozy, and cared for as your tummy fills with warm milk. Feeling mommy tuck the blanket around you, rubbing your back and gently patting your diapered bottom.

Eyelids getting heavy as you drift off knowing you are safe.

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

Eat me out

I lower myself onto your face slowly, taking my time, watching as you look up at me with a mix of anticipation and obedience. Your hands rest lightly on my thighs as you open your mouth eagerly and your tongue immediately parts my folds.

You moan softly beneath me as I rock my hips gently against your mouth, guiding you exactly where I want you.

I reach down, tangling my fingers in your hair, holding you in place as you work to please me. Your tongue licking and swirling, desperate to earn my approval as you suck on my clit softly.

“Good job” I murmur, my voice low, and I could feel your response in the way your tongue quickens, flicking over my clit.

I lean forward slightly, pressing down harder against your mouth and you react quickly, your tongue moving with desperation, sending shivers through me. Your nose brushes against me with every movement, adding a teasing friction that makes my thighs tremble as I ground myself against your face.

You moan again and I tug on your hair, tilting your head just enough to make you hit the perfect angle. Your hands stay where they were, gripping my thighs, making me gasp.

“Don’t stop” I whisper and you obey without hesitation, your tongue moving faster now, sucking on my clit with more intensity, your mouth completely devoted to bringing me pleasure.

I tilt my hips slightly, adjusting the angle, and your tongue follows effortlessly, finding the exact spot that makes my breath hitch. Your tongue grows more confident, dragging along my folds before circling my clit as I moan for you.

Looking down at you, I could see the flush on your cheeks, the wetness glistening on your lips and chin, your eyes half lidded with focus, the sight sending a rush of heat through me and I roll my hips harder, your tongue never faltering as you adjust to meet my every need.

“You look so pretty like this” I say, my voice shaky as your hands hold my thighs firmly to keep me steady.

I grip your hair tighter, encouraging you and you latch on more hungrily, sucking and licking in a way that sends sparks shooting through me.

“You’re such a good boy” I gasp, my words broken by a moan as the pleasure overwhelms me. I rock my hips against you, grinding harder now, and I hear your muffled moan that sends another jolt through my body.

Your tongue licks with an urgency that matches my own, our moans growing louder as I move faster, grinding myself against you, letting you feel how close I am.

“You make me feel so good, love” I say between moans and my thighs clench around your head, moments before I cum all over your face, screaming your name. My body shudders as you draw out every wave of pleasure and your hands loosen on my thighs as I collapse against you, utterly spent.

When I finally look down at you, I notice your swollen lips, your flushed face glistening and your expression full of satisfaction.

My fingers in your hair loosen, shifting instead to stroke gently along your damp forehead. I lift my hips to ease off of you and I take a moment to admire how dazed and hazy you look.

I reach down, tracing my thumb over your bottom lip, watching as you instinctively part your mouth for me.

“You did so well, I love you and now it’s my turn to make you feel good” I whisper and place a long kiss on your forehead.

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.

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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