Last November, I visited an old ABDL friend. She had been my girlfriend at one point but wasn’t anymore. The MDLB dynamic was still there albeit the connection wasn’t what it once had been. Regardless, the following is a true story.
“Let’s go for a walk, sweetie.”
Mommy suggested, as we were cuddled up in bed after a mid-afternoon nap. My smile beamed from ear to ear. She knew that I liked adventures, especially the ones where I got to hold her hand the whole way. Then I remembered how wet my diaper was and, knowing mommy, knew she wouldn’t want me going out in the cold in a soggy diaper.
“Does someone need a diaper change?”
She asked as she felt the front of my diaper.
“No need to be embarrassed silly! It’s what babies do.”
I looked down with a look of defeat, avoiding eye contact the same way dogs do when they know they’ve done wrong.
“I’m surprised you’ve only had wet diapers for me today…” she said. “Do you have to go poo poo yet?”
My face got all red. I was never nervous about having my wet diapers changed but there was nothing more embarrassing than the thought of having a messy one changed. It’s the ultimate infantile act and vulnerability sky rockets to an all-time high.
“Umm, no… I don’t have to go yet mommy.” I said. Which was true because I really didn’t have to.
She replied, “Well then… sounds like mommy needs to get her special bum medicine, hmmm?” as she searched for the suppositories.
Uh oh. Bum medicine. I had never tried bum medicine! Despite what I’d heard I figured I’d be able to overcome its effects. Boy, was I in for a surprise…
She untaped my wet, soggy diaper and began wiping. It was cold. You know it’s going to be cold but then you’re in the middle of a change and it’s always WAY COLDER than you thought it would be. Funny how that works. Anyways, she finished cleaning me, slid a fresh diaper underneath, and began powdering. At this point I was hoping she had forgotten about the bum medicine. What was it going to be like? Painful? Weird-feeling?
“I almost forgot!” She announced, in a somewhat sinister voice.
She grabbed the package of suppositories and got one out. I was bummed she remembered (pun intended).
“Just relax and remember mommy is gonna take care of you, okay honey?”
“Yes mommy.” I replied, grimacingly.
Before I knew it - it was in 😱
“See! That wasn’t so bad!” She said, cleaning up her supplies.
“You were right mommy! So when does it take effect?” I wondered.
Smiling she said, “Oh… soon enough baby… soon enough.” 😈
She helped me get dressed and before I knew it we were walking to the park. I began to get a few cramps within the first couple minutes of our journey but didn’t say anything and made sure to not show it on my face. She knew my facial expressions like the back of her hand. This would work against me. Having her tease me and remind me of my predicament would only make things worse.
After walking for twenty minutes or so, the cramps became much more intense.
“My tummy feels funny.” 😰
“Oh yeah?” She teased, knowing damn well why my stomach felt that way and knowing damn well my predicament was about to get a whole lot worse.
“Yeah mommy. Are we almost there?”
“We’re almost there baby!”
She knew that even once we got there there’d be no bathrooms - I did not know this. So here I am struggling along, foolishly believing I’m going to get out of this somehow. How naive!
We kept walking and walking until finally it got bad…
“Mommy! I can’t hold it any longer… I’m gonna go in my pants!” I cried, knowing I was losing grip of the situation.
“That’s why you’re wearing a diaper sweetie! Fill your diaper for mommy. You know you can’t help it!”
“Mommy noooooo! I don’t wanna! Please, please help meeee!” I said in just about the most whiney voice imaginable.
“Come over here sweetheart.”
I went over to her. She gave me a big hug, held me tight and whispered,
“I want you to go potty in your diaper like the baby you are, okay? Don’t fight it anymore. Momma will take care of you.”
I couldn’t hold it any longer.
I felt the back of my diaper begin to bulge and I heard mommy gasp with surprise:
“That’s a good boy for momma! You made a poo poo in your diaper! See? That wasn’t so bad!”
“Okay sweetie!” She said cheeringly. “Let’s take mommy’s little stinker home for a change.”
She knew she won and she wasn’t going to let me forget it anytime soon. The whole way home she teased me about how much of a baby I was and how I needed diapers - she was right. I did need diapers.
We got back to the house and she changed me, making sure to remind me every step of the way how much of a baby I was.
It was interesting to say the least… a mix of domination and humiliation with a bit of helplessness sprinkled on top.
That is a day I’ll never forget.
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