Imagine taking someone to watch a movie
Getting them the extra large drink, watching the sip away and almost finish the whole thing less than an hour into the movie,
Getting them a refill before they can get up, they try to follow but you just *insist* they can't miss this scene.
When you come back they're practically bouncing, squirming in their seet.
"Can i--"
"No no, no wait for this scene to end!"
And the next scene, and the next. They try to get up, but you pull them into your lap.
"Please, I'm-"
"thirsty?"
You hold the soda up, reminding them they still gotta finish that one too.
By the time the movies over, they're bursting. But, oh god, the line.
"L-Let's just go,"
"But I thought you had to pee?"
You make them stand in the line. Ten minutes pass, you're about four people away ....
"You know what, you're right. This is taking forever."
"what?? But-but-"
You practically drag them outside while they pathetically whimper their spot in like quickly claimed.
You get them in the car, aking sure the seatbelt is properly adjusted, since they can't seem to do it themselves.
"T-Too tight," they whine against the security of the belt.
"It's nessisary, don't worry about it. You're grown you know this. Awh, honey, you're holding yourself so hard. Don't worry, it's just an eight minute drive home, as long as theirs no traffic."
Of course theirs traffic.
You get home twenty minutes later. They can't even make it to the front door, making it three steps before the floodgates break, leaving a huge wet spot on your patio and their pants/dress.
"Uh oh, looks like you still need some training..."
I'm into pretty boys who aren't afraid to put up a show moaning and whimpering for me
Now listen to Mummy.
I’m going to be super busy with work this week, so I won’t be around much—but you know just how much I care about your wellbeing and stress levels, don’t think for a second that my absence means you're off the hook...
So here’s what you're going to do.
I want you to make sure you relieve yourself, I want you to do cummies, but only when I say so.
Don’t let all that tension build up too much—self love is important to Mummy remember? But we have standards in this house, don't we? ...and I expect you to meet them.
I want you feeling good, not frustrated, and my poor baby struggles if he's pent up, doesn't he?? Not that you recognise it...
That little brain of yours just doesn't work...
But first, you’re going to sit there and show Mummy exactly what you do with those silly little fumbly hands. Go on—don’t be shy.
I want to watch you try and make cummies.
It’s adorable, really, how seriously you take it, like you actually know what you’re doing...
Oh and I’ll be stopping you when your breathing gets all funny and your little face goes all blushy...oh baby, you're just the cutest...
Don't worry, I'll be pointing out every little mistake, telling you to put more effort in for Mummy, setting the pace, maybe some words of encouragement—because clearly someone needs a lot of help!
Good thing Mummy’s here to teach you properly…I want 100% effort...as always.
Tell Mummy, on a scale of zero to five...how close are you to cummies?
Ohhh, only a 4.5?
...try harder for Mummy...
Faster.
Keep going baby...
That's my boy...⭐❤️
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
“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.
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..."
💋
You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable! What are the expectations for littles?
Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!
Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).
It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).
If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.
You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).
If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).
If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).
If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!
Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.
You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)
Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).
You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.
Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers. Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).
Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up. Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.
If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.
I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!
The need to pet a pretty little boy's head and coo about how handsome and cute he is while he turns redder and redder ♡♡
"Here, boy!" Like I'm giving a dog a treat but it's just my pussy
Tummy Time 😇
As the crinkling and moaning continues I hear you let out a frustrated sigh. Chuckling softly I place my book down, stand from my spot and kneel down next to you.
Patting your diapered bottom I ask you, “Awwww what’s wrong baby?”
You turn your head and I laugh as you pout around your paci.
“Does someone need a little help?”
You shake your head up and down quickly.
Helping you kneel I hold you around your waist pressing against your back and diapered bottom. Leaning over I grab a pillow off the sofa and toss it down gently then toss your special humpy pillow on top of it. Still holding your waist I move forward with you, knee walking together.
Nipping your neck playfully I help lower your hips to the pillows, with them being up a little higher you can hump better. Keeping close to you I slip my hands on your hips and move my hips with yours. Continuing to guide you as you hump your pillow. Your whimpers and moans continue louder this time.
Whispering in your ear telling you “what a good baby you are for mommy. That a good baby gets to make cummies in their diapers for mommy.”Smiling as your moaning gets louder and more erratic
Pressing my hips forward rubbing against your diapered bottom as we hump together feeling how thick your diaper is. Smiling as I listen to you start to grunt and make long awaited cummies in your diaper.
You lay down on your tummy on top of your pillow panting and I slowly move from behind you. Rolling you over carefully onto your blankey I hand you your stuffie. You play with your stuffie as I rub your legs to take the ache away.
Looking up I see you watching me. The angle we are at you can see down my shirt and you start to make grabby hands. I kiss each of your hands and help you up so we can snuggle on the sofa as you rest after such a work out.
I lay down and you lay on top of me. Resting your head on my chest, your hand slipping up to cup my breast. Kissing the top of your head I turn the tv on and put a Disney movie on for you. Rubbing your back and patting your diapered bottom.
You close your eyes as you rub your face in my chest. I hear and feel the tell tale signs of you wetting your diaper. Your diaper getting warm against me but not getting me wet. Kissing the top of your head again I tell you how proud of you I am while you hide your face in my chest and settle in for your nap.
I love making craters 🌕 In my soggy diapers 🥵