How About a Little Effort

Just some soft (not so pretty) ramblings from a subby Gremlin. 30s...

[howaboutalittleeffort]

DNI If You Are A Minor

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Thank you.

[have2gopotty]

little who reeeally likes squeezing their legs together when they're horny since they're not allowed to touch their parts so their cg can never tell when they're starting to have to go potty because they do it all the time and sometimes it's 5 minutes before they have an accident and sometimes it's just because they're thinking naughty thoughts. And frequently it's a little bit both because they love to hold it.

[mads-the-dog]

The First Date

"Whose too big to put his nose in the corner now?"

I whimper as I feel her delicately manicured fingernails dance across my lower back.

I to talk back.

To tell her that she can't treat me like this.

That I'm a man.

A respected professional.

But the heat radiating off of my bright red ass reminds me of the consequences disobeying her.

"And here, I thought it was going to be so much harder to break you."

Her hands are on the nape of my neck now, fingers beginning to work their way into my hair.

I feel so small. So helpless. So pathetic.

And, fuck, I feel way too fucking turned on.

Without warning she grabs my hair hard, yanking my head back so my back is arched and my pull-up clad crotch is thrust towards the corner I'm facing.

Her lips are nearly touching my ears as she purrs.

"But, I guess I shouldn't have expected much. You are just a man, after all."

She lets go of my hair, the sudden relief throwing me off balance.

I nearly collapse to the floor, but save myself before she gives my sore, padded ass a playful swat.

I jump before she coos at me again.

"Oliver, you and I are going to have quite a bit of fun."

My stomach churns as she pauses for a moment, anxiously waiting for whatever she hands planned for me next.

"Well, at least I'll be having fun."

I stand still, obedient, facing the corner of her living room as I listen to the clack of her heels as she leaves the room.

My cock strains against the padding of the pull-up she forced me into.

This has been one hell of a first date.

[stiltonbrassiere]

Somebody recently discovered that he reaaaally likes spankings. 🤭 So we're going to be having lots of fun with new and interesting punishments soon, aren't we, baby? 😘 @howaboutalittleeffort

[howaboutalittleeffort]

I refuse to comment. 🙃

[howaboutalittleeffort]

Apparently, based on @stiltonbrassiere's opinion, I can't be trusted to stay dry even for the shortest of short road trips.

[stiltonbrassiere]

Somebody complained about having to wear a pull-up for a long car trip, and yet that same somebody soaked said pull-up when we got stuck in traffic. So, it'll be diapers for the next few days for this sweet little baby boy.

[howaboutalittleeffort]

MOMMY!!! You're not supposed tell everyone!!

[howaboutalittleeffort]

Apparently, based on @stiltonbrassiere's opinion, I can't be trusted to stay dry even for the shortest of short road trips.

[stiltonbrassiere]

Caregiving

"Hey, sweetie, I'm back!" I call, walking through the front door. I hear rustling from the back of the house where the bedroom is, so I toss my bag on the counter and make my way that direction. The closer I get to the bedroom, the more clearly I can hear the sounds of someone moving around - groans and creaks as someone, presumably my partner, tries to get up out of the bed.

"Pumpkin, you okay?" I call again as I walk through the bedroom door. My partner looks up at me from his position in the bed - he's clearly tried to sit up, but not quite made it that far. "Hey, babe. I'm sorry, I'm not feeling too well - I think I hurt myself at the gym yesterday." "Oh no! Are you okay? Is it your leg again?" "No, my back this time. I don't think I slept much at all last night because it hurt so bad."

I sit down on the edge of the bed next to him, and can immediately tell that the sheets are wet. "Aw, my poor sweet baby. And I'm guessing getting up to go potty was probably too hard, huh?" He immediately turns bright red as he notices the wet sheets too. I brush the hair away from his forehead and kiss him there.

"Don't worry, my love. Mommy's here to take care of you now. Let's get you in the bath to loosen up those muscles while I clean up in here." "No, babe, you don't have to do that - I'm fine, it's just a pulled muscle." I cock an eyebrow, "Just a pulled muscle is bad enough that you can’t even sit up in bed or get up to go potty?" He looks down, bashful. "No," he mumbles into his pillow. "That's what I thought. Mommy knows best, isn't that right?" He nods, still looking embarrassed as I walk past him to start the bath.

I run the water, add Epson salts, and light a calming candle before I grab him a towel and make sure the bath pillow is set up. "Okay, sweetie - bath is ready. You ready for help up?" Walking back into the bedroom he's curled up on his side, thumb in his mouth, facing towards me. He nods quietly as we make eye contact.

I sit down next to him and slip his arm around my shoulders to transfer him into a sitting position and then help him upright. He winces a few times, but manages to make it to his feet, and I slowly lead him into the bathroom. Gently, I lift the hem of his t-shirt and he raises his arms so I can pull it off, then I peel his wet boxers and shorts off and lead him to the bath. "It feels okay to me, but let me know if it's too hot or too cold, okay?" He nods, stepping into the water. "Thank you, Mommy. It feels good, I think." "You're welcome, baby. I've got your towel here, and your phone so you can play music. Call if you need me - I'll just be in the next room, okay?" "Okay."

"Mommy, I'm finished with my bath!" I hear him calling from the bathroom. "Coming!" I yell back. I help him up out of the bathtub and get him dried off. "Did the hot water help at all?" He shrugs, "A little bit, I think." "That's good, at least. Sorry it wasn't more. But, you've got me here now to take care of you, so we'll get you healed in no time now." He smiles and lets me lead him back to the bedroom, but pauses, frowning, when he sees the diaper I've laid out for him.

"Mommy, I don't need a diaper! I'm just hurt - I didn't have an accident," he says, already starting to pout. "Oh, stop that, sweet boy. It's not a punishment, it's protection! It's hard for you to get up to go potty, and this will help you rest without having to - it's practical. Plus, you're going to feel so safe and cozy once you're all padded up, it will help you feel better right away." He grumbles under his breath, but has nothing to offer in response, so he lets me lead him to the bed. "Now that Mommy's here, you won't even have to worry - you can just wear diapers until you feel good enough to go potty by yourself again. Until then, you get to be my baby boy full-time!"

[stiltonbrassiere]

Road Trip Part 2

"I don't understand why I had to use the pull-up if we were going to have to stop anyway," I grumble, pulling into the gas station parking lot. She looks across the car at me and arches a brow, "Well, so you could make it in between bathroom breaks, of course. Your poor little bladder can't make it for very long, and it's not good for you to hold it. So if you just use your pull-up, then we can get you changed when Mommy has to stop. It's more time-efficient." 

I don't have a good response to this, so I just grumble to myself as I pull into a parking spot and unbuckle my seatbelt. I had needed to pee pretty soon after we got on the road, though it didn't help that she's been forcing me to drink coffee and water all morning. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was actively trying to make me use my pull-up.

Opening my door and turning to get out of the car, my heart drops as I watch her open the back door and lean in for something. "What are you doing?" Standing back up and closing the door, she holds up a bright green bag with dinosaurs on it. "Getting your bag, of course. How else are we going to change you?" "But, but you can't go in the men's room with me!" I say, starting to panic a little. She chuckles as she walks around the front of the car to stand in front of me. "And who's going to stop me? Surely not Mommy's good little boy," she says, leaning into me. I blush and look down at my feet, "No, Mommy. You're right." She places a finger under my chin and lifts my face up to look at her, kissing me. "That's right. Now come on, let's run to the bathroom so we can get back on the road."

I immediately blush again, thinking about having to be changed in a gas station bathroom, but I follow her inside, praying that the bathroom is around an aisle and that no one notices we're both going into one bathroom together. However, Mommy doesn't go straight to the bathroom; she goes to the counter instead. I feel my whole face go fiery red as she says to the cashier, "Hey, I just wanted to let you know, we're going to both go into the same bathroom. He just needs a little help, and I didn't want you to think we were having sex or anything like that." She laughs and smiles at the man behind the counter as he looks from her to me to the bag on her arm back to me and then back to her. He apparently decides he doesn't care enough to question this and nods, waving us on.

She smiles again and grabs my hand, pulling me along behind her towards the bathroom. "Why did you have to do that?" I whine when she closes the door behind us. "Aw, is somebody embarrassed?" She asks, pulling me in towards her chest. I want to be mad at her for embarrassing me, but the hug does feel really nice, and I feel myself relax into her, smelling the vanilla perfume in her hair. "There, isn't that better?" She stands back. "You're being such a brave boy! Let's get you changed, and then you can have a treat, how about that?" I nod, sniffling a little and giving her a small smile. 

She drops the diaper bag on the edge of the sink and unzips it, pulling out a towel, a pull-up, baby wipes, and a trash bag. 

[howaboutalittleeffort]

*Alarm Goes Off*

I need to finish the next story (this one is a bit more... mature)

[princesscrinkle]

someone just sat down near me at the hotel restaurant during a furry convention and I smelled a whiff of baby powder.

i know what you are

[howaboutalittleeffort]

The smell of baby powder giving me away (outside of the thunderous crinkle created by my bottom with the slightest of movement) has been a long-held fear of mine.

[howaboutalittleeffort]

What a fool I was.

Last week Mommy pointed out I was running low on pull-ups, but instead of restocking, she made me pick out the diapers I will be wearing until further notice.

... You have a few tiny accidents, spring a couple of leaks, and maybe get caught being a little too touchy with youself, then all of a sudden pull-ups are too much responsibility.

[mads-the-dog]

My inbox is empty!

It's making me sad.

Tease me, send me some bully bait, ask me deeply philosophical questions, draw me a silly picture, or just update me on your life!

Really, I'd enjoy most anything.

I absolutely love interacting with you all!

[howaboutalittleeffort]

Please someone help this needy Baby! 😂

[tomorrowillbeyou]

sometimes you do forget that the general population doesn't necessarily find a guy cumming prematurely in his pants hot

[thelovelyivyxo]

So hot

[howaboutalittleeffort]

I can confirm, as someone who has been on both sides of this, it's incredibly hot.

[howaboutalittleeffort]

Tricksters

I think we can all agree that most Bigs/Caregivers are miraculous creatures that should be loved and cherished, but we Littles would do well to remember that they can be the most dastardly of tricksters. Example provided of one of their cunning word traps.

Little (wearing pull-up/trainers): I need to go potty. 😳

Big/CG: Hmm, we are quite far from a potty, just use your pullie, that's what it's there for, you won't be in trouble.

Little: *soaks themselves*

Big/CG: *surveying the flood damage* I think diapers would be more fitting for the next few days, or at least until you get a better handle on potty training.

See! They weave complex ruses to lead us Littles into (thicker) padded cages. Stay wary!

[prettiestgrlnthemorgue]

God, i love switches. Pinning me down, slapping my face, being all dominant… when all i have to do is whisper “Who’s my good boy?” While you’re in it and you immediately become desperate and subby for me. Just like flicking on a light switch. All of a sudden, you’re begging me to let you cum but 30 seconds ago you were so confident and in control. Now you’re just a little toy for me, at my full disposal. *chefs kiss* 

[mommygloww]

I don’t care how full that diaper is, little one. We’ve got errands to run and you’ll be wearing those snug little overalls that make it clear you’re not potty trained yet 🤭

[stiltonbrassiere]

"If you don't stop whining, Mommy will make sure that you're not just wet, you're sticky too." My brain short-circuits, and I look across the car at her. I had been complaining about how she'd made me use my pull-up instead of stopping to find a bathroom and adding more time to our car ride. I didn't think I was complaining that much, though. "You… you wouldn't do that, Mommy," I say quietly. She arches an eyebrow and turns to fully look at me from the passenger seat. "You don't think so?" I feel a chill go down my spine. No, no, she definitely would, and she could too, but I don't want her to know I know that. I look back at the road, pretending to be stonefaced. "I can't even feel anything through this pull-up anyway." I can feel the air in the car shift as I realize I've just made a huge mistake. Instead of changing the subject, I'm accidentally egging her on, and there's no way my Mommy will let a comment like that go unchallenged. I'm in for a very embarrassing afternoon.

I can't look at her, but in my peripheral vision, I can see her reach her arm casually across towards me. I feel her brush a lock of hair behind my ear as she leans over and whispers, "I don't know why you think I would have to touch you." Her words race through my blood, and immediately, I can feel myself start to get hard despite my resistance. I bite my lower lip and can feel my cheeks blushing. "Mommyyyy…" I whine softly, and she immediately puts two fingers in my mouth. "Good boys don't talk back," she says, casually shifting back into a more comfortable position in her seat, but leaving her fingers in my mouth. I suck gently on them and can feel my dick throbbing as I watch her out of the corner of my eye, still too afraid to take my eyes off the road and fully look at her.

"You're pathetic. I bet your tiny little dick is already leaking right now just with two sentences from me. Don't you ever think I need to touch you to make you cum. Your whole body works on my command. If I tell you to cum, you cum. If I tell you to pee in your pull-up, you pee in your pull-up. Do you understand?" I nod quickly, but she turns my head slightly so I can look at her and repeats, "Do you understand?" "Yes, Mommy," I say, my words still muffled by her fingers, and it's so humiliating, but she's right. I can feel myself leaking, my lap getting stickier by the moment, the more her words settle over me and the longer I keep gently sucking on her fingers.

"Are you going to make cummies?" she asks, putting on a sweet, innocent voice. "Can I make cummies, Mommy?" I ask, desperate, but she smiles and says, "I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't quite understand what you said. Could you say that again?" I moan around her fingers, getting more desperate. I'm leaking and so close, it's getting more and more difficult to hold off. "If I take my fingers out of your mouth, will you be a good boy for Mommy for the rest of the day?" I nod furiously, trying desperately not to make cummies without permission. Agonizingly slowly, she removes her fingers from my mouth and wipes them down the front of my shirt. Just her touching me right now, even nonsexually, sends electricity running through my nervous system. "Can I please make cummies, Mommy? I'll be good, I promise." She smiles at me and makes a show of thinking it over. I can feel each second tick by with my pulse, and her teasing me like this just makes it even harder not to let go. Finally, she says, "Yes, I want you to make cummies, sweetie, just be safe driving while you do."

[shhhhdl]

Littles will be on the changing table being wiped down, on top of a new diaper about to get powdered, stuffie in hand and paci in, and still say “do you really like me? 🥺”