Aww! You Filled Your Diaper, But Mommy Is A Bit Busy Right Now, So She Doesn't Have Time To Change You.

Straddling a boy and cockwarming him except I'm sleepy and I lay down on top of him and take a nap while he's still inside me and shush him when he whines and complains 🤭 I'm too heavy for him to move so he uselessly grinds his hips up into mine while I snooze 🥴🥴

Natural married diaper intimacy 🔥💦👇🏻

Just found your blog and Omg, it’s like every word you

Write is turning my little. I honestly hope you’re still active.

Please keep being you!

Awe, thank you sweetie.

I intend to be nothing but me 😊

Underwear Rules

Littles can give their preference for underwear at the start of the day, but final decision is made by the Caregiver.

Panties

Open bathroom privileges

Occasional underwear checks

Wet accidents are changed into a pull-up

Messy accidents are changed into diapers for the remainder of the day

Pull-ups

Limited bathrooms privileges, must get permission per use

Frequent underwear checks

Accidents are changed into a diaper

Diapers

No bathroom privileges, except for messies after getting permission

Occasional underwear checks

Messy accidents are changed and the following day will start in a diaper

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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Looks down at my little one and sees that they are covered from head to toe in mud

I look down at my little one and see they're covered head to toe in mud.

“Baby boy, what on earth did you do outside?!”

“I was making mud pies! I made you one.” He holds up a squishy pile of mud, rocks, and sticks, proudly offering it to me. I'm pretty sure I see a worm wriggling in there somewhere.

“Oh, love, that’s so sweet... but I think we should feed the earth instead. She’s hungry, mommy isn’t.”

I watch as he gently places the pie back on the ground, softly murmuring, “Here, earth, have some num nums.” My heart melts. This boy is just the sweetest.

Once he's done, I scoop him up and start tickling him. “My sweet little one is so muddy now... whatever shall I do with you?”

“Bath! Bath! Bath!” he chants, giggling. He really loves the one-on-one time mommy gives him when he's in the tub.

I carry him to the bathroom, his feet kicking excitedly. He’s still laughing as I gently undress him, and he looks up at me with those sparkling eyes, full of trust and joy. The warm water starts to fill the tub, and I add a bit of bubble bath. He giggles, watching the bubbles grow and froth.

“Mommy, make lots of bubbles!” he says, his face lighting up.

I smile and grab the little bubble wand, creating a mountain of frothy bubbles, and gently place him into the water. He sighs happily as the warmth surrounds him. His hands begin to scoop up the bubbles, squishing them between his fingers, his giggles filling the room.

I softly wash him, gently scrubbing the last bits of mud away from his skin. He relaxes against the edge of the tub, his eyes half-closed, as I carefully clean every spot. When I finish, I rinse him off, watching him giggle as the water swirls around him. He loves this part, where I pour the water over him and watch the bubbles wash away.

“Are you all clean, baby?” I ask, wrapping him in a warm, soft towel.

“Yes, mommy!” he says, a huge grin spreading across his face.

I cuddle him close, drying him off as he snuggles into me, his body warm from the bath.

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..."

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'm into pretty boys who aren't afraid to put up a show moaning and whimpering for me