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Party at Auntie’s

“Why so fussy, Honey?” She pulled back the waist band to check your diaper, “Mommy’s even letting you wear big boy clothes until we get there!”

“Right.” You scoffed, “Besides the diaper.”

“Of course, baby! Mommy doesn’t want you to have an accident. And it’s a good thing, too; you’re already a little wet. Not enough to warrant a change… yet.”

You blushed at the implication of that: “Won’t your friends ever get tired of watching you change my diaper?”

Or changing your diaper themselves, but your cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought of admitting that part out loud.

“Nonsense, baby boy! My friends love you; they would never get tired of you!”

That’s not really what I asked, you thought to yourself with a small frown.

“Aren’t you excited for the party?” Mommy pinched your cheeks in an attempt to cheer you up.

“I guess…” you mumbled, “But you guys always put me to bed before any of the real fun starts.”

“Oh, Honey…” Mommy tussled your hair, “that’s just because we love you and want to protect your innocence!”

“Right,” you sighed, obviously disappointed.

“Tell you what,” Mommy cupped your face in her soft hands, “if you’re an extra good boy for us tonight, I’ll let you stay up a bit past your bedtime.”

“Wait, really?” Your eyes glimmered with excitement at the prospect.

“Sure Honey, but you need to be a really good boy for Mommy, okay?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay then,” she prodded you onward with a playful swat to your padded backside, “Let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”

The arrival at Caitlyn’s —or Auntie Caitlyn, as Mommy insisted you call her— was as chaotic as ever.

As soon as you walked through the door, you heard the tell tale sound of Brendan, Caitlyn’s boyfriend, scampering to the front door as he did with every guest at these gatherings. Caitlyn had dressed Brendan in his usual attire: a dog collar and a tail butt-plug, which he was somehow managing to wag. Brendan gave a greeting bark before receding back to his haunches to sit like a good puppy, as Caitlyn had trained him.

“Ahww,” Mommy scratched him behind the ear, “it’s good to see you too, buddy!”

Caitlyn soon followed to greet us:

“D’awwww look at you!” She pinched your cheeks, “All dressed up to play big boy!”

“H-Hi, Auntie Caitlyn,” you managed to squeak out betwixt the onslaught of Caitlyn’s cheek pinching.

“He won’t be dressed big for long.” Mommy gushed, “I got him this adorable little baby blue onesie with matching booties that I’m going to change him into!”

“Oh, that sounds precious!” Auntie Caitlyn said, “But first, would you like a drink; I think Chrissy is still serving them?”

“Oh, that would be lovely, thank you!”

Auntie Caitlyn nodded. “Chrissy! Come here, dear!”

The clacking of high heels on tile announced Chrissy’s arrival to the front door. She was dressed in a latex maid outfit with a skirt that did absolutely nothing to hide her naked nether regions that proudly displayed the message “Free Pleasure Hole” in non-toxic marker with an arrow pointing to her private parts.

“Oh, Hello Mistress Melissa,” Chrissy performed a formal curtsy when greeting Mommy, “I’m assuming you’ll want your usual cocktail?”

“That’s perfect, Chrissy.”

“And…” Chrissy eye’s drifted over to you, “shall I prepare a sippy cup of apple juice for the tot?”

“You’re so well trained these days, Chrissy!” Mommy complimented, “is your master here, or did he just loan you out to Caitlyn for the party?”

Chrissy’s master —and husband— was named Anthony (Mr. Anthony to you), and he was the last of the usual party guests.

“Master’s here,” Chrissy blushed. “He’s uhhmm feeding Brendan peanut butter…”

You hadn’t even noticed Brendan scamper off amidst all the attention; you blushed as you realized where exactly Anthony was likely having Brendan lick the peanut butter from.

“Such a silly puppy,” Auntie Caitlyn shook her head playfully.

“Cute,” Mommy said nonchalantly. “I’m going to get this little guy changed, and then we’ll join everyone shortly.”

“Excellent!” Auntie Caitlyn said, “the play pen is already set up for him, and the surprise you dropped off last week should be ready to go too.”

“A surprise?” You said, voice laced with equal parts excitement and trepidation.

“That’s right cutie,” Mommy confirmed, “but if you want your surprise, you’ll have to be an extra good boy for Mommy — just like we promised, remember?”

“Yes mommy,” you submitted, largely because Mommy’s tone left little room for any other response.

You soon found yourself in your play pen as the party found its usual rhythm: music played in the background as Mommy, Auntie Caitlyn, and Mr. Anthony mingled and intermixed with each other. All the while, you sat in your play pen with only cardboard building blocks and a ring stacking toy to keep you entertained. The sippy cup of apple juice that Chrissy had gotten you lay empty in your playpen; most of its contents had made its way to your now swollen diaper. To avoid embarrassment, you tried (and failed) not to think about the obvious contrast between you —playing in your playpen with a soggy diaper— and the other party goers intermingling like actual adults. They were only a handful of yards from your play pen, yet you knew as well as they did that their level of maturity and sophistication lay firmly out of your reach.

After the dominant half of the party got their fill of friendly conversation and catching up with each other, they turned their attention to the submissive half:

Mommy found herself playing fetch with Brendan, who still had specks of peanut butter around his lips, and Auntie Caitlyn supervised Chrissy, who she was making clean something or other for her — just because Chrissy seemed ‘too idle’, of course.

Obviously, these rituals served to humiliate and degrade Brendan and Chrissy; that was the entire point of the party. Mommy, Auntie Caitlyn, and Mr. Anthony all shared a very broad kink pool, but it was no secret to you —or Brendan and Chrissy, for that matter— that the three all relished in your humiliation.

Mommy and Auntie Caitlyn were occupied, which left Mr. Anthony to saunter over to the edge of your play pen.

“Hey Champ,” Mr. Anthony’s strong hand casually slipped to your padded crotch, giving it a squeeze. Your diaper responded with an unflattering squelch: “Wow, you really soaked this diaper, bud! I would have Chrissy change you in front of everyone, but I think your mommy has other plans!”

You gulped behind your pacifier, hoping that it was the right choice to not respond.

“Did you build this block castle all by yourself?” Mr. Anthony changed the subject.

“Mmhmm,” you mumbled with a small sense of pride.

“Wow buddy, that’s so awesome!” Mr. Anthony pretended to be impressed, “But you know what’s even more fun than creating? Destroying.”

Your eyes widened as you realized where this was going.

“Go on, try it!” Mr. Anthony smirked, “Why don’t you knock down your blockies for Mr. Anthony?”

You sighed before kicking and swinging your arms through your block castle creation.

“Good job, champ!” Mr. Anthony’s eyes rested over you expectantly, “Wasn’t that fun?”

You met Mr. Anthony’s expectant gaze and knew exactly what he wanted; he wanted to see how Mommy had broken you, how far into helpless submission you had fallen. You blushed as you realized there was only one course of action that felt natural to you in this moment: you clumsily clapped your hands together and giggled like a baby, slobbering all over the shield of your pacifier.

“See, champ? Wasn’t that fun!” Mr. Anthony, now appeased, offered a satisfied smile: “But I think it’s almost your bedtime, so let me go find your mommy.”

You grimaced. They always put you to bed around nine before the adult fun started. Mommy said it was to protect your innocence, but you felt that it was just another little humiliation of yours that they got to enjoy.

“It is the baby’s bedtime, but I told him I’d let him stay up if he was an extra good boy.” Mommy announced to the entire party before turning her devious attention to you: “So honey, now it’s time to be an extra good boy for Mommy and her friends, just like we promised.…”

She put her hands under your armpits to help hoist you out of the play pen. She then led you to the rug in the center of the living room where everyone could see you; even Chrissy and Brendan were curiously watching.

“You’re going to put on a little show for Mommy and her friends,” she unbuttoned the snap crotch of your onesie before pulling it off, “and Mommy wants you to show off just how much of an adorable pissy pants brat you are~”

You shivered with goosebumps; partially from the cold the came with being stripped of your onesie, but also because you somehow felt even more vulnerable and exposed than you did before, standing in front of everyone in a drooping diaper.

“I want you to dance for us,” Mommy said before whispering in your ear, “and you better shake that drenched diaper of yours for my friends to coo and laugh at.”

“Y-yes mommy,” you shuddered, feeling your neck hair stand on end.

“Perfect! I know just the song for us to start with,” Mommy clicked a button on her phone and Baby Shark started playing from the Bluetooth speaker.

You stood there for a moment, paralyzed like a deer in headlights.

“Well Honey,” Mommy grinned, “get on with the dancing.”

You blushed. It was true Mommy wanted to show you off, but she specifically wanted to show off the control she had over you. She wanted to show off the humiliating things she could make you do for her friends’ enjoyment.

You were aware of this, but you were also aware that this knowledge changed nothing.

So, you danced. You did the Baby Shark dance and did it all over again for the refrain. You reminded yourself that there was a reward waiting for you after this, so you made sure to swing your diapered ass for their entertainment.

Mr. Anthony laughed heartily at the display, and even Chrissy seemed mesmerized, though her fascination looked more morbid than anything.

You continued dancing, shaking your desecrated diaper for the onlookers:

“Pee-eew,” Auntie Caitlyn waved a hand in front of her nose, “I think there’s zero chance of this little baby ever being potty trained again!”

You blushed as your audience teased, but you kept dancing. Even as Mommy’s playlist moved away from Baby Shark to other infantile nursery rhymes like The Wheels on the Bus and A Little Tea Pot.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, Mommy’s playlist looped back to Baby Shark. Mommy then paused the music, signaling that this particular humiliation was over.

“Good job Sweetie! You’re such a good little stinky dancer,” Auntie Caitlyn teased.

“Wasn’t he just adorable?” Mommy agreed, “But the show’s not over.”

You blinked in confusion; what more degrading performance could they possibly ask of you?

“Is it time for his present?” Auntie Caitlyn asked excitedly.

“I think so!” Mommy encouraged.

“I got something for you, sweetie!” Auntie Caitlyn then produced a huge shark stuffie that was almost as tall as you were.

“What do we say, Honey?” Mommy lightly chided.

“Uhmm thank you, Auntie Caitlyn.” You said cautiously, unaware where this was going.

“Good boy,” Mommy admonished. “Now, I want you to put your new friend on the rug and straddle him between your legs. I’m going to press play on the Baby Shark song, and you have until the song finishes to make cummies in your pissy pampers.”

“Buh—“ you tried to object, but were interrupted by the sound of Baby Shark playing.

Mommy looked at you expectantly, and you did want to feel good. So, you straddled your new friend and began desperately ravishing the shark plushie.

“Look at him go!” Auntie Caitlyn cooed, “D’awwww, He’s trying so hard!”

“You can do it, honey; just keep those humpies up for mommy!”

As they were teasing you, you couldn’t fathom just how just how much they were enjoying your abject humiliation. So, you decided that you would just have to enjoy it more.

You sped up as you approached that pinnacle, eager for the relief you knew was coming.

But then, the music stopped. You were utterly desperate, but you knew better than to defy Mommy in front of her friends. You stopped the bucking of your hips as your heavy breathing began to calm.

“Ahww sorry Honey,” Mommy’s voice oozed faux sympathy, “you didn’t make it.”

“Maybe next time,” Auntie Caitlyn giggled.

“For now though, we should get that diaper changed.” Mommy kneeled down next to you after grabbing your diaper bag.

“Oh, we can have Chrissy change that stinker,” Auntie Caitlyn licked her lips predatorily, “or I can do it…”

You didn’t like the tone that Auntie Caitlyn said that with; you figured she’d probably edge and torture you more before tucking you safely into a new diaper and sending you to bed. Which is why you were glad —yet surprised— when mommy insisted on handing this particular diaper change.

Mommy unwrapped your wet diaper as everyone else watched and coo’d.

It was a pretty standard diaper change until Mommy produced items from the diaper bag that you had never seen before: namely, lube and a remote control vibrating butt plug.

“M-mommy?” you whimpered.

“Shhh,” she lathered your hole, “I’ve got you, honey. Just trust Mommy.”

Everything else faded away as Mommy gently kneaded the device into you, and you soon found yourself in a fresh diaper.

“You’ve been a very good boy, so Mommy will let you stay up past bedtime tonight,” she smiled down at you, “But Mommy won’t be able to supervise her special boy, so I dropped off a special surprise with Auntie Caitlyn last week to keep you out of trouble.”

Sensing her cue, Auntie Caitlyn left the room and returned with an adult-sized baby bouncer. Mr. Anthony then began to set it up in the doorframe of the living room.

“I-is that a baby bouncer?” You asked, mouth agape in disbelief.

“Sure is!” Auntie Caitlyn replied cheerily.

“This will let you enjoy the adult fun while making sure you don’t hurt yourself,” Mommy explained.

“It’s all set up!” Mr. Anthony said from the doorframe, “So let’s get the little guy into it, so the big kids can get on with their night!”

Sure enough, you soon found yourself suspended in the baby bouncer with a view of the entire living room. Flexing your toes, you were only barely able to touch the ground. You quickly noticed mommy’s device pressing up against you with every bounce.

You devoured the happenings of the living room with intensity; you had never been allowed to stay up this late, and the adult fun everyone was having didn’t disappoint.

Auntie Caitlyn and Chrissy were violently making out with each other, while Mr. Anthony lay flat below them, his shaft in Chrissy and his tongue in Auntie Caitlyn.

Mommy yanked on Brendan’s leash as he rutted into her only a few inches away from the others. You were incredibly secure in Mommy’s love for you, so jealousy was a wasted emotion.

Instead, you felt sexual frustration. You wished you could touch yourself through your diaper, but the baby bouncer made that impractical.

Mommy also glanced at you from time to time, keeping tabs on you. You knew this because every time the vibration in your diaper was about to make you explode with pleasure, it got turned down or off. Only Mommy could read you so accurately.

This combined with the lustful spectacle in front of you was enough to drive you mad.

Fortunately, you heard Mommy’s moans, which meant she was near completion. But instead of slamming her eyelids closed like normal, she was staring at you intently.

Then, you felt the buzzy toy vibrate stronger than ever, and just as Mommy finished, you shot a load of sticky pleasure into your waiting pamper. Your toes curled, barely grazing the floor. Mommy smiled at you before mouthing, “I love you.”

You mouthed “I love you too” back, relishing in the fact that Mommy had ensured you finished together.

Then, your head drooped as you were overcome with sleepiness. You’ve had a big night, and you quickly drifted away to dreamland.

“Ahww, the little guy passed out,” you woke to Auntie Caitlyn’s voice, “I guess he wasn’t big enough to stay up after all…”

“Yeah,” Mommy agreed. “I should probably get him to bed.”

“The twin bed with the toddler railing is set up in the usual room,” Auntie Caitlyn explained.

“Perfect, thanks.”

Mommy led you by the hand to your usual sleeping spot when you stayed over at Auntie Caitlyn’s. Then she tucked you in and kissed you on the forehead.

“Did you have fun tonight, honey?”

“MmmHmm,” you nodded sleepily.

“I’m so glad!”

“Mommy?” you grumbled.

“Yes Honey?”

“Will you cuddle me tonight?”

“Sure baby,” Mommy smiled before climbing into the toddler bed. “Scooch just a bit.”

After Mommy got herself situated, you quickly dozed off in the warmth of Mommy’s arms.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

*Image credit I believe goes to Mommy and Baby D, but I don’t actually think they’re on tumblr anymore (?)

This was a longer story with a bit more adult themes than I normally write, so I hope you all enjoyed! (And I hope the tumblr gods don’t strike me down for this)

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The reward for learning exactly where to press—finding the right muscles, the perfect pressure, speed, and spot for each teasing pinch and jab, and ignoring her desperate cries to stop—is pure, uncontrollable laughter. It bursts from her in waves, wild and helpless, tangled with the sweetest pleas you’ve ever heard: “Stop, you’re killing me!” “Please, stop!” “Enough!”

Each time she begs, a warm thrill runs through you. The best part of working her hips is knowing just how maddening it feels, how every nerve screams, how her whole body writhes, desperate for escape. And yet, beneath the torment, another sensation causes everything to seem so funny that she’s forced to frantically belly laugh though the suffering

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Signs of ticklish distress & what they actually mean

¤ Kicking feet out wildly (when their feet is not even the target)

Congratulations, you have found a bad spot.

The rush of ticklish sensations is signaling their every nerve to RUN and get out of there.

But your cruel fingers and the rustling of the restraints will be a constant reminder that there's no escape.

¤ Tensing up

The lee tenses their muscles up, creating the illusion that the stiffness would get them through the ordeal.

But in practice, neither are they able to hold that pose for long, nor does it offer any protection at all for their exposed tickle spots.

In short, they are saying "I'm not going down without a fight" and making the ler work for it.

¤ Break out attempt

When the lee is being a little drama queen and showing their frustration at the situation.

Not every bang/pull against the bondage device is an attempt to break out of it, as they know it is futile.

It's more about openly expressing their displeasure to contain their embarrassment from being put in their place so one-sidedly.

¤ Hiding Face / avoiding eye contact

If being tied down & tickled silly is already humiliating enough, the ability to look away might just be the last face-saving measure a lee could take.

Unfortunately, this only works while one still have some control over their motor functions..

¤ Throwing head left right & back

Evidence that the lee is losing it.

Drive home the idea that they are helpless, and you really got them now.

"No? Not the ribs? Anything but THIS-?"

¤ The laughter of utter defeat

Eyes closed mouth wide open, a clear sign of surrendering to the tickling.

There is little fight left in the lee, either as a result of depleted stamina or their spirits being broken.

Deep belly laughs flow naturally from the diaphragm with little resistance, there's little talking back from the lee if at all.

Every body movement is a mere involuntary response to the unbearable sensations delivered at the tips of your fingers.

They are just, taking it.

Note: the lee deserves praise here. And mercy (only if you decide so

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I can't improve on the commentary. Credit is due to CircesPig and Otterbotanical

Her friends said safewords don't count when it's "only tickling"

Safewords should always be respected, the post title reflects a fantasy that many lees seem to enjoy

–CircesPig

That dude in her thighs knows that he's killing her, how fucking hot that she's stuck helplessly pleading with the upper two going nice and easy, while the demon beneath her is drilling the shit out of her core. You can see from how bad she's straining that she needs it to STOP... And it's lovely to see that even through to the end of the clip, even exhaustion isn't enough to make her start to weaken, she's still fully arched trying everything to get away or get a break from those inner thigh pinches....

Insanely hot

–Otterbotanical

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