Diapers Are You: Truth, Acceptance, And Becoming Whole

"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...

I can tell he's stressed—he's been quiet this morning. I can feel the tension in his body… it's a big day.

"Lie down for me."

"No, I don't have time."

"LIE DOWN."

Mummy's having to use her firm voice today.

"I don't want to wear a nappy today! I'm t—"

The last bit of that sentence leaves his body silently as I gently—but firmly—shove him backwards onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, and his towel falls open.

"Mummy, please!!—" I can hear the panic in his voice. "I can't wear a nappy today, it's an important day with the presenta—"

"NO TALKIES."

I push his dummy in and hold it in place. He reluctantly starts to suckle… he's going to resist me today.

I wrap his towel around my hands and take extra care to dry all the contact points between his legs and bottom.

Using my forearm as a horizontal lever, I force his knees up to his chin and slide a big, fresh nappy under his bum. He's a strong boy and pushes against me, but he's not as strong as Mummy.

He hasn't got a chance.

"Keep that wriggly botty still!"

I press his hips down onto the soft padding.

"There really is no point in fighting this, poppet. It's happening, whether you like it or not."

Using my knees I pin his thighs to the bed.

I squeeze the nappy ointment onto my forefingers and warm it in my hands before slowly massaging it into his delicate parts, paying special attention to his beautiful little butt crease and hole.

I watch him melt before my eyes, the resisting eases.

There he is.

Mummy's magic hands...

I pull up the front of the diaper and bring the tabs round to stick in place.

I hook my finger into the leg cuff and trace around his thigh; first the left, then the right- making sure all the ruffles on the edge are untucked. We don't want any leaks now do we?

I hear a huge sigh of submission leave his cute little nose.

"Now. You're all ready for your big important presentation..."

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..."

Are you? Just- you're looking pretty wriggly. Are you sure you're ok? No, no I don't know where the nearest bathroom is. Yeah there might not be one, who cares? What's that? I can't hear you when you talk so quietly sweetie- Oh. You need to go? Go where?

Oh you need the bathroom? Ah. Well I guess you DID have a lot of juice... Hey, I told you to stop after one! No, no I'm not teasing you baby, I'm sorry, that was mean. I'm sure you can hold it though, lets just keep looking around and I'm sure we'll find a toilet. It won't be like last time, ok? Promise. Sorry! Sorry, no i know I said I#d never mention that again! It's ok though, I'm sure everyone has wet themselves as a grown up at one time or another- You want me to stop talking about it? Ok fine. No need to be mad at me though, I'm not the one who made you have an accident. Just keep holding yourself, I'm sure we'll find a bathroom- One time I had to go SO bad and it was raining too so that made it harder and I- Oh talking about it is making you need to go more? Ok sorry. Just trying to encourage you.

Sweetie? Why have you stopped? What's that? I can't hear y- Oh. Oh baby, you've started leaking? How bad is it? Can you let go of yourself for a moment? Spread your legs for a second, let me see- Ok, that's not too bad! Just a little wet patch. No, no one can tell you wet yourself a bit- Oh calm down, no one can hear. Let's keep looking. Let's think about dry desserts and um places without rain and drought-stricken river beds and- Hey! I'm sorry, it's not my fault I'm making it worse, I was trying to help! Oh...ok...um no....no, I um absolutely can't tell you leaked more. No, no your pants TOTALLY hide it. Can't see a thing... Although you bouncing and whimpering like that is a BIT noticeable...

Sweetie it's ok, don't cry. No....no, I know, you're not going to make it are you? We could- What? You're going? Baby, we're already going as fast as we-

Oh. Oh ok I see, you're GOING. Baby, can you try and hold it just a bit longer to at least get behind a trash can or something so you don't make a puddle here? Oh- ok. Yes even if you're wetting as we go, let's try and move-

Never mind. No, it's ok, you can't move, you- Oh you've managed to stop? Ok let's- Ah. Nope you're wetting again aren't you? I can tell. It's ok sweetie. You tried really hard to stay dry. Let's get you cleaned up.

“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”

Mommy's Home...

Mommy's home sweetie! That's right I'm back from my work trip. Did you have fun while I was gone? Did you miss me? Your sitter said you were 'mostly' well-behaved...

Oh, my goodness. Look at you so adorable! Aww yeah, I missed you too. That's it, crawl to me. Come say hi to Mommy and give her a big kiss!

What have you got there, baby boy? Oh my, did you find your keys? How exciting! However, your sitter said you threw a little tantrum. Something about wanting your own keys? Is that true baby, were you being naughty? Well, it looks like you got what you wanted. You are such a fussy little guy, sometimes I think you're a bit spoiled.

Of course, they're your keys baby. Oh, I see. Do you like the one on mommy's necklace? No, no, this is my special key. I'll always keep it safe and secure (just like you, baby).

Now, where's Mommy's kiss?

Artist: floofnfluff

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

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

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 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