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Bedtime protection-maxxing 😴🌙
why is admitting that you’re using your diaper so hot????? like mid conversation dada notices i’ve tensed up and he just feels the front of my diap swell and says all teasingly oh baby, did you just use your diaper? are you still using it? that’s okay baby girl, let it all out.
I'm sorry I called you kiddo but it did make you cum about three times harder than you usually do. Hey you're wet again aren't you? Aren't you kiddo?
switchy night night routine
(this is a work of md/lb fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!)
inspired by a lovely lil guy 🍯🐻 he knows who he is! thanks for the inspiration, honey
“how was your day?” i asked sam when he walked in our apartment in his work clothes, dropping his bags and slumping over to me. i wrapped my arms around him and he buried his face in my neck.
“not good. i screwed up this report and it affected the whole team. i feel so stupid.”
“oh, baby. im so sorry that happened. you’re not stupid, sweet pea.” i said, running my hands through his hair. “you’re very very smart, and you work so hard.”
i held him like that for a few minutes until he finally pulled away.
“do you wanna have a special little night to take your mind off things?” i asked.
sam shook his head.
“i’m gonna shower and go to bed early. sorry, baby. just not in the mood to be little tonight.”
“okay” i said gently. “i’ll leave some dinner out for you, and there’s some leftover brownies if you want those too.”
he nodded, giving a small smile. i could tell he was still stuck in his head.
there was nothing to do but give him some space and let him come to me when he was ready.
after sam showered, ate dinner (and two brownies) he sat down on the couch next to me to watch some TV.
“feeling better after your shower and some food?”
he nodded, curling up into my side. “so much better.”
i wrapped my arms around him and played with his hair, ruffling his curls gently.
he leaned into my touch, whimpering softly.
“i love when you make that sound.”
he blushed. “what sound?”
i mocked the little whimper, causing him to blush even darker.
“i don’t sound like that.” he huffed.
“yes you do, grumpy boy.”
“no i don’t.”
i giggled. “okay, fine. no need to get all worked up about it.”
i kept playing with his hair, then my hands when down to his back, slowly and rhythmically rubbing.
he whimpered again.
i giggled. “you did it again, baby.”
his brown furrowed slightly. “no i didn’t!” suddenly his thumb was finding its way to his mouth. he sucked it, soothing himself as he curled back up against my side.
“it’s okay, sweet pea. nothing to be embarrassed about. there’s nothing wrong with making your lil whimpers and moans when you’re relaxing.” i kept rubbing his back. “in fact, i really like it when i can hear that deep manly voice of yours suddenly sound not so big.”
with his thumb still in his mouth, he whined, “mommyyyy, you’re doing it again.”
“doing what, hun bun?”
“makin’ me feel small…”
“oh, i thought you were going to be a big boy tonight?”
he sucked harder on his thumb, looking up at me, his eyes already starting to glaze over as he melted into littlespace.
“i am a big boy, mama!! i promise!”
“you promise?” i teased. “if i recall correctly, just yesterday you woke up in a onesie and a very full diaper, sucking on your paci like a lil baby.”
sam blushed “maybe…”
“does that sound like something a big boy would do?”
sam buried his face in my neck. “no, mommy, it sounds like something a little boy would do…”
“that’s right. and you are just a little boy, aren’t you?”
he whimpered. “yes mama.”
i kept rubbing his back, cooing at him for a few more minutes while he nuzzled into me.
i patted his back firmly, queuing him to get up.
“go bring me a diaper.”
he looked at me with wide eyes. “a diaper? why?”
“because you need it, honey bun. i can tell. bring me a diaper and your changing basket.”
he looked embarassed, but he obeyed, shuffling off to his nursery and coming back with one of his favorite dino diapers and his little basket that held wipes, barrier cream, and lotion.
i laid out his changing mat on the floor, helping him lay down on his back. he was so pliant for me when he got all subby.
i rubbed his tummy gently, and he kicked his feet in the air, giggling.
“squirmy lil worm.”
i took off his pajama pants and big boy boxers, exposing his lil boy parts to the air.
“is cold mama!!!” he said, rubbing his eyes and squirming some more.
i put my hand on his tummy firmly to hold him still. i reached into the basket to find his emergency paci that we kept in there for changes.
“open.”
he obeyed, and i slipped the paci into his mouth.
i watched as his brain melted even more, my big, smart, emotionally mature boyfriend suddenly dissolving into a little boy as he sucked and chewed on his paci. his eyes were glazed over and locked on mine, like i was his whole world.
“legs up, you silly worm.” he obeyed, and i slipped the diaper under him.
after some powder and barrier cream, i taped him up securely, and rubbed the front of his fresh new diaper.
“that’s much better, huh?”
he nodded, giggling as he sucked his binky. “mommy?” his voice was muffled by the pacifier.
“what is it, honey bear?”
“can i wear my favorite onesie tonight?”
“of course you can! that’s a very good idea. should we go to the nursery and get you all cozy?”
he nodded.
i led us to the nursery, sammy following behind like a lost puppy. he looked so cute in nothing but a t-shirt and his diaper. i patted his poofy diaper butt as he walked into the nursery.
“can you find your favorite onesie for me?” i asked my little guy.
sam grabbed the onesie with the cute teddy bears on it. he handed it to me without saying a word. i could tell from that doe-eyed look in his eyes that he really needed this. he needed to be babied and taken care of and be treated like my actual little boy.
“oh this is a good one, isn’t it, honey bear?”
he nodded, lifting his arms for me to take off his t-shirt. so eager.
i tugged his shirt off until he was standing in front of me in nothing but his diaper. i ran my hands over his tattooed arms, admiring how gorgeous this grown man looked when he was reduced to nothing but a sweet little diaper boy.
“i can’t believe such a baby has all these grown up tattoos!!” i said with a laugh.
sam giggled, covering his face with his hands.
i pulled them away. “c’mon, let’s get you in your onesie.”
i helped him step into his cozy onesie and then i had him lay down on the nursery floor rug so i could snap up the buttons on the crotch. i would never get sick of seeing how his diaper looked bulging underneath the onesie.
it was the hottest thing i’d ever seen, and i could not get enough.
i gave his tummy a few rubs and tickles, causing him to giggle and kick his feet up again.
“mommyyyyy” he whined.
“yeah, baby?”
“stop tickling”
“oh, like this?” i tickled his tummy again, pinching the side gently, which made him wiggle and scream with laughter.
“mommyyyyy!! stoppppppp”
i finally stopped, watching sam roll around, cheeks blushing and eyes full of laughter. i wanted to eat him up.
“okay, okay, enough riling up the little one before bed. do you wanna sleep in your crib tonight, or with mommy in the grown-up bed?”
sam’s thumb went into his mouth as he started pondering his options.
“want my crib. but i also want mommy.”
i laughed. “you can’t have it both ways, baby.”
sam pouted.
“okay, how about this: you can have your sippy cup and we can read some books in your crib, but then when it’s night-night time, you need to get in the grown-up bed with mommy. does that sound fair and fun?”
sammy nodded. “fair and fun, mama.”
“okay good, pick out some books, while i go get your bottle going. do you want chocolate milk tonight?”
sammy nodded again. “yes please. in my dinosaur sippy cup?”
“sure, baby. i’ll be right back.”
in the kitchen, i found his favorite sippy cup with the cute little dinosaurs on it. i filled it up with chocolate milk, and made my way back down the hall.
back in the nursery, i found sam laying on his tummy, playing with his play-food. there was a stack of three books next to him, his picks for storytime.
i felt a wave of affection wash over me as i watched him playing, kicking his feet back and forth, so focused on the plastic vegetables he was playing with.
“i’m back sammy, you ready for some stories?”
he got into his crib, snuggling up with his blankie and favorite stuffie. i gave him his sippy cup, and he happily started to drink it.
there really wasn’t enough room in his crib for two adults, but some nights like this, we made it work. i sat beside him, pulling him into my lap for storytime.
he snuggled into me as i started to read him “if you give a mouse a cookie.” even though it was one of his favorites that we read allllll the time, he was completely entranced by it.
the only sounds in the nursery were my voice reading the story, sammy gently sucking on his sippy cup, and some occasional crinkles as sammy wiggled in my lap.
we stayed like that for two more books, and then it was night night time.
“you ready for bed, lil guy?”
sammy looked like he was half-asleep already. i kissed the top of his head and helped him stand up.
i led him back to our bedroom, watching as he curled up in bed with his stuffie, blankie, and paci.
i gave his diaper a quick check, feeling that it was only a little soggy in the front. he must have wet it during storytime.
“mommy, what’re you doing?” sammy asked sleepily, words muffled through his paci.
“just giving you a lil check before bed. only a teensy bit soggy. plenty of room for my little bedwetter.”
sammy blushed. he hated when i reminded him that he sometimes actually had accidents at night. nothing was blushier for him than going to bed dry and waking up soggy.
“all good.” i said, patting his diaper through his onesie. “that’ll last you through the night.”
sammy giggled. “c’mere mommy, wanna snuggle.”
“coming, honey bear.”
i crawled in bed with him and let him cling to me like a needy little koala. i rubbed his back soothingly, listening to him sucking on his paci and letting out little whimpers and moans every few minutes as he got comfy.
“night night mommy.” he finally said, drifting off to sleep.
i was so lucky.
Made a thing idk
mom who makes out with me in the car before dropping me off at school >_<
Curled up in your mama’s lap with the full weight of her breast pressing into your face and her nipple latched firmly between your lips. Her fingertips tracing the shape of your jaw, feeling the muscles contract and relax every time you drink down her milk
i love being a baby <3 i love love love being a little baby who naps and sucks their thumb, wearing baby clothes and carries a stuffie. I love pretending, I love whining cutely, I love the patterns on soft diapers, I love the being spoken down to so gentle, I love the sweet condescending tones, I love the vulnerability. I love the embarrassment but also how it fades, and how toys feel like fun again. I love being little <3
it is so precious, i hope you have a happy baby day <3
Pretending to be a big boy is so exhausting, isn't it?
Maybe you're already wearing a diaper under your dress-up clothes, secretly hoping someone will see the waistband peaking out and check your padded bottom for the telling blue line. You'll feel so embarrassed when they discover you're just a little baby who can't even make it to the potty on his own.
But you can't help it, can you? It feels too good to go pee-pee in your diaper, feeling the padding swell with warmth. I know your potty parts get hard as soon as you feel the urge to go. Maybe you try to hold it and convince yourself you're an adult who doesn't need diapers, but we both know that's not true. It's such a relief when you finally have an accident and you get to sit in a warm, wet diaper for the rest of the day.
By the time you get home, your poor little prince parts are too needy to focus on anything but making cummies in your soaked diaper. You grab the first stuffy or buzzy toy you see and hump, hump, hump. The soft, wet padding rubbing against your precious cock is almost too much for such a little thing. Imagine if you tried to stroke yourself like the big boys do!
Everyone else in your life may think you're a man, but Mommy knows the truth. You're just a sweet potty pants who can't even be trusted long enough to take his diaper off during playtime. This is what you want, though, isn't it? You would much rather make humpies in your diaper than try to fuck like the grownups do.
You won't last long - you never do. But that's okay. You're just a silly little baby, after all! The sticky mess in your Pampers will remind you of that even when you're pretending to be a big boy.
Someone should get me high so I turn little, then take me on a date to a smash room so I,can throw an age appropriate tantrum without worrying about breaking any important big girl stuff,then afterwards you can give me snacks and a juicebox and tell me how good I am and then touch me in ways thatll make my tummy feel funny
sleeping in a crib would, um, it’d be really really good and special comforting and it would probably help a lot,
girl (me) with one of those beds that converts from a crib to a big girl bed for when you get older but still asks you to put the bars back up sometimes (most of the time)
less of a ‘asks to put the crib back up sometimes‘ girl and more of a ‘oh um my friends wanted to come over today, could you put it away just for a little bit so they don’t find out i still sleep in a crib ;;;‘
Good baby boys can’t always control their bladders
Good baby boys have lots and lots of wet accident in their pants and in their bed
Good baby boys really try to hold their full bladder to prove to mommy that they can but still end up soaked a lot
Good baby boys make lots of big pissy potty puddles because they can’t quite control their little bladder yet
Good baby boys need to be kept in very thick diapers so they don’t wet themselves every day and every night
Good baby boys still ask mommy if they can go potty in their diapers and try to hold it until she says yes
Good baby boys try to keep their bladders full and their diapers soaked
Good baby boys know that their diaper has to be completely soaked and maybe even leaky before they can be changed
Good baby boys blush when mommy checks their diaper and gives their cute diaper butt little pats
Good baby boys have another little accident and spurt into their diapers while mommy changes them
Good baby boys love having all of mommy’s affection and attention while she changes their diapers
Good baby boys love it when mommy teases their cock while changing their soaked diaper
Good baby boys sometimes get too excited and have “accidents”in their fresh diaper before mommy even tape it up completely
Good baby boys will do anything to please mommy
Good baby boys love eating mommy’s pussy and crave it, and will beg to taste how wet mommy is
Good baby boys love receiving compliments from mommy about how adorable they are and blush so much every time
Good baby boys get be excited just to see mommy that they wet their diaper a little
Good baby boys know their place as a cute pottypants who receives so much affection and adoration from mommy
Good baby boys live to be completely adored by mommy
My Brave Girl 🎀
🎀 Bubba made it through the front door on autopilot.
Keys dropped into the little ceramic bowl by the entrance with a clink she barely registered. Her shoes were kicked off unevenly, one by the mat, one halfway down the hall. Her work bag slipped from her shoulder and landed with a dull thud.
And then she just stood there.
Small.
Not physically, though she felt like she could fold in on herself and disappear if she tried hard enough. It had been one of those days. The kind where every email sounded sharp, every mistake felt catastrophic, every interaction left her feeling scraped raw. She’d held herself together under fluorescent office lights and polite professionalism, but by the time she got home, all the “grown-up” parts of her were fraying at the edges.
Her eyes burned. From the kitchen, she heard soft music playing and the quiet clink of dishes.
Then...
“Bubba?”
Mama’s voice drifted down the hall, warm and immediate. That was all it took. Her bottom lip wobbled as tears flooded her eyes.
Mama appeared in the doorway a second later, drying her hands on a dish towel before immediately softening at the sight in front of her.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Babygirl let out the smallest, most pitiful sound, half whimper, half breath and suddenly she was crying.
Not loud sobs.
Just exhausted tears slipping down flushed cheeks as she stood frozen, shoulders trembling. Mama crossed the room quickly but calmly, like approaching a frightened animal.
“What happened, sweetheart?” she asked gently. Babygirl shook her head.
“Don’t know.” That only made her cry harder. Mama’s expression turned impossibly tender.
“Okay. That’s okay.” The dish towel was tossed aside as she opened her arms. “Come here, bubba.” Babygirl practically fell into her.
Mama caught her easily, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her close until there wasn’t even an inch of space between them. One hand cradled the back of her head while the other rubbed slow circles over her back.
“Its okay baby” Mama murmured into her hair. “You’re home now.”
“I had a bad day and i felt really small all day” babygirl hiccuped.
“I know.”
“I tried really hard.”
“I know you did.”
Her fingers twisted in the fabric of Mama’s shirt. Mama’s hold tightened slightly.
That seemed to break something open. Words tumbled out in messy fragments.Her boss correcting her in front of everyone. The way she forgot something important. How everyone seemed louder than usual. How she felt stupid for crying about any of it.
Mama listened to every word like it mattered deeply because to her, it did.
When babygirl finally ran out of breath, Mama tipped her chin upward.
“First of all,” she said softly, brushing tears away with her thumbs, “you are not stupid.” Babygirl sniffled.
Mama kissed the tip of her nose. “You had a hard day while carrying a lot of big feelings. That doesn’t make you weak.”
Another kiss, this one on her forehead. “It means you’re overwhelmed.” Babygirl leaned into her touch like a flower toward sunlight.
“I feel really little.” Mama smiled softly, with no surprise at all. “Yeah?” A tiny nod.
Mama’s voice dropped lower, gentler. “Do you need Mama to take over for a while?” Immediate relief washed over her face. “Yes.”
“Okay, sweet girl.” Mama tucked hair behind her ear.
“Then no more worrying about grown-up things tonight. Mama’s got all of that handled.”
Babygirl’s shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Can you do one thing for me?”
“What mama?”
“Can you let mama help you get comfy?” She nodded.
“Good girl.” The praise hit her like warm honey, and she melted a little further.
Mama helped her out of her work clothes piece by piece careful and unhurried. She traded stiff office wear for one of bubbas favourite tshirts and got her bum padded, before helping her sit up and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“There’s my baby” Mama whispered when fresh sleepy eyes looked up at her.
By the time they made it to the couch, a blanket was waiting. And so was a bottle of warm milk.
Babygirl curled into the corner while Mama settled beside her. Without needing to ask, she climbed into Mama’s lap, tucking herself against her chest.
“That’s it” Mama murmured. “Get comfy.” Her body finally unclenched. Mama played with her hair while softly asking simple questions.
“Did you eat lunch today?”
A pause.
“…no.”
Mama gave her a knowing look. “I figured.”
Soon there were cut-up strawberries, yogurt, and little pieces of cheese waiting on a plate because full meals felt too overwhelming when she was small.
Mama fed her bites between soft kisses to her temple. “Open, please sweetheart” Babygirl obediently took a bite.
“Good girl.” By the time the plate was empty, her eyelids had grown heavy.
“Mama?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I stay little all night?” Mama smiled and pulled the blanket higher around her.
“You can stay little as long as you need.”
“What if work is bad again tomorrow?” Mama pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Then tomorrow you’ll handle tomorrow.”
“And tonight?”
“Tonight,” Mama whispered, “you rest and let yourself be cared for.” Babygirl sighed deeply, the kind that came from somewhere far inside.
Safe. Held. Protected. Mama continued stroking her hair as her breathing slowed. Right before sleep claimed her, she felt another kiss pressed to her forehead.
“My brave girl.” 🎀
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you've been holding it for a while now. i made sure of that. made you drink glass after glass while i kept you close. kept touching you. kissing your neck. running my hands over you. getting you worked up slowly while you got fuller and fuller and couldn't do anything about either.
watched you start to squirm on my lap. watched you press your thighs together. watched you try to be subtle about it and fail.
"you okay?" already knowing the answer.
shifting against me. not answering. just pressing closer.
"i know." pressing a kiss to your temple. hand running slow up your thigh. feeling you tense immediately. "not yet."
a small desperate sound. hiding your face in my neck.
"i know baby." cooed at you. "just a little longer."
by the time i pushed you back onto the bed you were a complete mess. squirming before you even hit the mattress. grabbing at me. hands pulling at my shirt. at my arms. needing me closer. needing something.
"please..." barely coherent already. "mommy please..."
"i know." pressing a kiss to your jaw. your neck. taking my time. running my hands over you slowly. feeling you shiver under them. "i know sweetheart."
pulling at me harder. hips already shifting.
pressing another kiss to your collarbone. your chest. making my way down slowly. taking my time.
"mommy—" whimpered out. trying to pull me back up. needing me closer.
"i've got you." not rushing. pressing a kiss to your stomach. feeling you tense under my lips. "i've got you baby. i'm right here."
sliding my hand down finally. feeling how wet you are before i even get there.
pausing.
looking up at you.
"look at you." so soft. "you're soaked already sweetheart."
hiding your face. a small embarrassed sound.
"don't hide." gently. fingers just barely there. "let me see you."
whining. hips chasing my hand immediately.
starting slow. just my fingers. barely. feeling your whole body react all at once. feeling how sensitive everything is. how full you are making every sensation more intense. more overwhelming.
grabbing at my arm. a desperate sound.
"i've got you." keeping the same pace. watching your hips roll toward me. "breathe. i've got you."
squirming. thighs trying to press together out of habit. fighting so many things at once.
not stopping. curling my fingers slightly. watching you gasp. feeling you clench.
"does it feel good?"
nodding. barely. eyes shut. another small sound slipping out.
working you slow. taking my time. watching your face. the way your lip keeps catching between your teeth. the way your hands keep flexing against my arm. the way you're losing the battle against all of it slowly and beautifully.
"you're doing so well." stroking your hip. "so well baby."
a shaky breath. trying to hold it together.
"mommy—" just that. just my name. voice cracking on it.
"i know." so gentle. not stopping. "i know. i've got you."
tears sliding down now. not from pain. just from how much it all is. too full. too turned on. too sensitive. all of it compounding into something overwhelming.
"please—" barely a whisper. "please i need—"
"yeah." pulling my fingers away slowly. watching you whimper at the loss. "i know what you need."
reaching for the strap. taking my time with it. watching you watch me. chest heaving. thighs shaking. bottom lip caught between your teeth.
lining up. pressing in slow.
the sound you make.
"i know." pressing in deeper. so slow. hand warm and steady on your hip. "i know baby. just breathe. i've got you."
starting to move. slow and deep. watching your face try to process all of it at once.
finding your clit with my thumb. slow easy circles.
your whole body arching up immediately. a broken gasp.
"stay with me." not stopping. keeping both rhythms steady. "just feel good. i've got you."
squirming. hips moving on their own. leaking slightly and whimpering about it.
"hey." so soft. not stopping. "you're okay. i've got you. just feel good for me."
nodding weakly. tears sliding down.
speeding up slightly. watching you lose the last bit of composure you were holding onto.
hips chasing me now. not fighting anymore. taking every inch of me.
"that's it." so warm. leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. still moving. "that's it sweetheart. just feel good. i've got you. i'm right here."
"please—" the way you say it. completely gone. not a word anymore. just a sound.
"i've got you." not slowing down. "let go. i'm right here. let go for me."
feeling you fall apart. the sound you make. the way your whole body gives in all at once. the way everything releases at exactly the same moment.
staying right there. working you through every second of it.
pulling you close the moment you come down. arms around you before you've even caught your breath. pressing kisses to your hair. your temple. your cheek.
"i've got you. you're okay. i've got you."
holding you through all of it. rubbing your back. keeping you close. pressing soft kisses to your face while you come back slowly.
after. when your breathing evens out. when the grip on my shirt loosens into something softer.
stroking your hair back from your face.
"you did so well." so soft. pressing a kiss to your forehead. "so well baby. i'm so proud of you." pressing another kiss to your cheek. your nose. watching your eyes flutter. still dazed. still soft. "my good girl. so perfect for me."
tucking your face back into my neck. arms around me loosely.
keeping you there. rubbing slow circles on your back.
"i've got you. i'm right here."
drunk Mama who puts her hand down your diaper and insists she's just checking you