Mummy-loves-crinklybottys

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 🥴🥴

“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.”

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..."

“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”

Oral from someone absolutely completely utterly fully and wholly obsessed with you

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Let me hold you for a moment.

I can see that something’s weighing on your little heart, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to push your feelings away or pretend they’re not there. It’s okay to feel sad, or angry, or scared. Feelings can be big and heavy sometimes, but you don’t have to carry them all on your own.

I’m right here, love bug. No matter what you’re feeling, I will always be here. You don’t have to explain, you don’t have to fix anything—you can just be, exactly as you are. If you need to cry, I will hold you close. If you need to stomp your little feet, I will be right here to keep you safe. If you need quiet, I will sit beside you and hold your hand so you know you’re not alone.

You are so precious, just as you are, in every feeling, in every moment. Your emotions don’t make you too much, and they don’t make you bad. They just mean you are you, and that is the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

So take all the time you need, my angel. I will love you through every feeling, every storm, and every quiet moment in between. I will be here, always, with open arms and an open heart, ready to give you whatever you need.

You are never alone, little one. You are safe. You are cherished. And you are oh-so deeply loved.

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

Catching him masturbating without permission, but instead of making him stop or punishing him, I pull up a chair and tell him to keep going. Whole time he's whining, bucking his hips and begging for mommy over and over, but no. You went against the rules. You should feel thankful I'm even looking at you.

"Wimpy sensitive nerdy weaklings 😭😭" I'm so curious, what is it you like about this? Love your posts!!!

I have thought about it a lot. Maybe it’s the subversion of expectations from a guy, maybe I expect that they’d be able to understand me better, maybe bc vulnerability is attractive. At the end of the day though it’s just what I like whether I understand it or not.

Thanks for asking!

I can't wait for my pretty slut to get home so I can make him eat my pussy while I play with his hair and tell him he's a good boy.