I Can Tell He's Stressed—he's Been Quiet This Morning. I Can Feel The Tension In His Body… It's A

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 

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..."

💋

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.

“I kinda have to pee.”

She set her book down on the coffee table. “When you’re wearing diapers, you can just go. Actually, I want you to go as soon as you feel the urge. Number one and two. Okay, honey? You don’t need to tell me or ask me to go.”

“Okay.”

Over the next two weeks, she let him use his diapers for everything. He was waking up messy more and more often, unsure whether he’d even woken up to poop.

“Aw, messy morning again, sweetheart.” She was rubbing his behind under the covers.

“Mmm,” he sighed, letting her pull his head onto her chest. She stroked his hair.

“You know, I’m a little worried you’ll completely lose control if I keep letting you wear diapers all the time.”

He wasn’t really listening, distracted by the warm feeling between his legs as he re-wet his already soggy diaper.

“I think, actually, baby, that we should try easing back into underwear. Just for a little tolerance break, you know.”

“Mmm,” he sighed again, rubbing his legs together under the covers. It felt *so* good when she stroked his hair.

“So, I’m going to put you in a pull-up today, just to ease into it. Okay, honey? Are you listening?”

“Umm, yeah, a pull-up…wait, what?”

“It’ll be okay. We’ll do pull-ups for a couple days and then underwear for a couple more. Is that okay?”

“I…uh, I think so…”

“Okay, good. Let’s get up. You need a shower and a change. I’m not going to let you stink up the bed forever.”

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

Natural married diaper intimacy 🔥💦👇🏻

wanna make a subby boy show me how well he can hump his pillow to prove that he deserves to be inside of mommy

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.

I'd press you against the mirror, hips flush against your ass, my hand tangled in your hair as I make you watch every inch sink into you. “See how good you take me?” I whisper against your ear. “That’s my perfect fucking toy.”

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?”

“Uhmmmm does diapering up high functioning adults and turning them into babies that heavily depend on their mama and ask for milkies count? No? Well god forbid a girl has hobbies”